Ask for a ticket at the end of the month, a girl with a monthly pass, don't put it in your pocket, put it in my pot!

Typos will be corrected in a moment. I hope you forgive me!

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"Spread my will, 3,000 battalions of soldiers and horses instructed Yan Ergui, a young hero, outstanding talent, won the first place in the horse competition, was awarded the title of captain of the horse, promoted from the second rank of the general of the country, gave a horse mansion, and rewarded silver ......"

After a pause, he turned his head to look at He Confession.

"Huh! In that case, I am self-sufficient. ”

Someone on the field couldn't help laughing, and Zhao Mianze also laughed.

She didn't know how childish and ridiculous her conditions were, her eyes quickly glanced at Yan Ergu, secretly lowered her eyes, and blushed, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

But Zhao Ziyue didn't realize what she was laughing at, she glanced at her inexplicably, and her careful thinking became active again. It seems that this man is indeed very good to her. Otherwise, you can't agree to such an excessive request, right?

"Poof", Xia Chuqi couldn't hold back and almost laughed into internal injuries.

"Princess!" Yan Ergui didn't wait for her to finish, he hurriedly stopped her, his black face was slightly red, his eyelashes blinked quickly, he didn't dare to look at her, and pouted, "Since the princess likes it, let's have one a day." ”

"Okay, if you don't want to, this princess doesn't ......"

Seeing that he hadn't said anything yet, her ears were about to burn, obviously he insisted on marrying her, went up to Daoshan Mountain, and got off the oil pot. How did it seem like she had to marry him?

"Five days?"

“……”

"Three days?" Zhao Ziyue tilted her head.

"......" Yan Ergui was startled and didn't know how to answer.

Looking at the man standing on the sun and sweating, she smiled awkwardly on her little face, pretended not to see the eyes of others, coughed, and had to be cheeky, "Then let's talk about one in two days?" ”

What she didn't expect was that she froze herself there.

Yan Ergui's answer, Zhao Ziyue didn't expect it.

After changing Zhao Shijiu's goods, there are many twists and turns in my mind, and I must take one bite to get down, and then slowly deny it when I turn around. Brother ghost, I'm still too honest.

Zhao Ziyue was originally a delicate little princess, everyone only thought she was joking, thinking that Yan Ergui would respond casually and make the princess happy, who would have thought that he would be like this? Xia Chuqi sighed, and his gaze swept over Zhao Nineteen.

He let out a low sigh and hung his head.

"Princess Ziyue, Weichen...... Can't do it. ”

He knew that in fact, he could agree for the time being and coax her to marry him, but he didn't like to make promises easily, and he didn't like to deceive her. A life is too long, one story a day, and there is no repetition, he feels that he must not be able to do it.

Yan Ergui was slightly stunned, looking at her speechless.

Some chuckled, some gasped, and some were stunned.

A different story every day?

Biting her lower lip, her face was a little hot, but her voice was quite clear, word by word, as delicate and lovely as ever, "I want him to tell me a story every day, for the rest of my life, until I can tell it anymore." And every day the story can't be the same. Otherwise, I will not marry him. ”

Yaya seems to like to listen to his stories?

Listening to Zhao Mianze's laughing voice, Zhao Ziyue suddenly remembered the night when he was sent back by Yan Ergui in the carriage, and the story he told Yaya along the way.

"What are the conditions of the imperial aunt, you can say it bluntly."

Yan Ergui was also frightened, raised his head suddenly, looked at her eyes as bright as water, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again, nor daring to speak, just listening quietly.

Think about it, her abrupt voice attracted the attention of everyone on the field. I know that this little princess has always been rude, and I don't know what kind of tricks she has this time.

"I, can I have one condition?"

But she ...... I really haven't decided whether to marry him yet.

But Chu Qi said before that this mouth is called "true heart pot", and it is a sincere person...... Does this also mean that that person is really sincere to her? If not, why would the hot oil burn Su He, but not the partial?

Marrying General Yan made her face a little ashamed.

Zhao Ziyue was slightly stunned.

"The status of the imperial aunt is noble, although the imperial grandmother did not appear today due to injury, but she has already explained to me that she must respect the imperial aunt's own wishes. In this way, I will ask one more question, is the imperial aunt willing to marry General Yan? ”

Zhao Mianze nodded, exchanged a few polite words with him, and his eyes finally fell on Yan Ergui's face. After a glance, a pair of dark eyes slid away, looking at Zhao Ziyue, and the corners of her lips faintly revealed a hint of mockery.

Hasar's eyes flashed, and when he saw Su Hehan's cold face and didn't say a word, he smiled slightly, "That's very good, thank you Emperor Nanyan." ”

The stiff face of the Beidi envoy looked a little better.

His words were reasonable, although he did not marry Princess Ziyue, but in the end, he also stuffed a princess to Su He, which was regarded as giving him and Beidi face.

After being silent for a while, Zhao Mianze couldn't see joy and anger on his face, and the corners of his lips were as gentle as ever, and he said slowly: "General Yan and Su Heshizi are both young talents and have good skills. But in the matter of competition, there must be wins and losses, and you must not hurt your harmony because of this. Therefore, I gave my sister Princess Yiyun to Su He Shizi as a concubine, to thank the prince for his sincerity in coming to Dayan thousands of miles from Guanshan, and also to show the friendship between Dayan and Beidi Wanshi. ”

are waiting for his decision.

Everyone's eyes looked at Zhao Mianze.

Crackling, the pot of hot oil was still boiling.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Su He roared angrily, but when he met Hasar's fierce eyes, he finally lowered his head helplessly.

After saying word by word, his gaze swept over Xia Chuqi's smiling face, and fixed on Zhao Mianze's body, "Your Majesty the Emperor, if you are a true heart pot, that is a true heart person." Since General Yan and Princess Ziyue have a fateful marriage, and they are happy with each other, why can't Your Majesty fulfill it? ”

"Shut up!" There was not much emotion in Hasar's quiet eyes, "Before the competition, there is a word first, how can I break my word?" ”

Su He's big drops of sweat fell like beans, he looked at Hasar with a white face and a helping gaze, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, they are sincerely deceiving, you will definitely make the decision for me......"

"Su Heshizi, General Yan told you to enter the oil pot first in advance, but you didn't want to. Later, I urged you not to risk your life, but you yourself did not want to, how can you blame me now? ”

At the beginning of the summer, Qi's face sank, and his appearance was a little difficult to look at.

"Where is such fallacy and heresy in this world? Where did the true heart pot come from? It's clear that you're doing a ghost! ”

Su He endured the pain in his feet and looked at her with a white face.

"No, you're talking nonsense!"

"Suhe Shizi!" Xia Chuqi smiled slightly, "I reminded you that this oil pot is a sincere pot, and the test is sincerity." If you are not solid, the oil will naturally burn. In front of everyone's eyes, the oil is still that oil, the pot is still the same pot, you are burned, but General Yan is fine, it can only prove that General Yan is single-minded to Princess Ziyue. Victory or defeat is determined, why are you not convinced? ”

Su He's face was distorted, his fingers pointed at Yan Ergui in disbelief, and then pointed to the oil pot, "No, it's impossible." You must have done something in the middle, there must be ghosts! I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced! ”

The imperial doctor, who had been waiting on the sidelines, pounced.

"Quick, save the world."

As soon as his foot poked in, it turned into fried hooves, and the pain could be imagined, and in the screams of everyone, he fell to the ground holding his knees, trembling his feet, cold sweat gurgling down, and the obvious burned foot made everyone's hearts tremble.

"Ahh My feet, my feet—"

Thinking in his heart, he leaned over his heart and stretched out a bare foot. Only a moment after entering the oil, his face suddenly changed, and a heart-rending scream came from his mouth.

It's probably like going to the knife mountain.

Su He looked at her smile, his heart jumped, and he suddenly felt a little creepy, and he was not very comfortable. But now, he is already difficult to ride a tiger. At this time, he retreated, not only losing his own people, but also losing Beidi's people. Looking at the pot that was exactly the same as the original one, the pot that was churning with oil splashes, he thought about Yan Ergui's casual appearance before, and he really didn't believe that he could, but he couldn't.

Xia Chuqi slowly pulled the corners of his lips, "Then the son of the world, please?" ”

Snorting, he glanced at her lightly, and his mood calmed down, "Thank you for the queen's compassion, but this son is also sincere to Princess Ziyue." ”

The more she persuaded her, the more Su He didn't believe it.

Seeing this, the smile on the corner of Xia Chuqi's lips was even bigger, "The prince is also a mortal body, and it is not ashamed to give up now." Why do you have to get along with yourself? ”

Su He frowned, looked at the hot oil, and hesitated.

"But there is one sentence, I have to tell Su Heshizi, firewood is real firewood, oil is real oil, without that diamond diamond, don't do that porcelain work. My oil pot is sincere, if you are not sincere to Princess Ziyue, God will definitely test it. Don't you see that General Yan is fine, and you are eager to try...... If I get burned, am I not responsible? ”

"That's natural, I'm also a Dayan person, and I should also think about Dayan Sheji." Speaking of this, she didn't seem to see the "crackling" sparks in Zhao Mianze's eyes, and looked sideways at Su He.

In the past, Xia Chuqi was really not interested in talking to him more, but now she was strange, not only smiled at him, but even her tone was much softer.

Zhao Mianze's eyes deepened, looking at her smiling little face, he seemed to be a little incredulous, "Do you really want to do this?" ”

As long as there is a draw, it is considered a win? This is unfair to Yan Ergui, and for a person with a temperament like Xia Chuqi, it is even more of a fox entering the village - not well-intentioned.

No one expected her to say such a thing.

There was a "yah" sound everywhere on the field.

"Your Majesty, since you intend to let Da Yan marry Beidi, Da Yan should be the noble prince of Beidi. If the prince of Su He and General Yan draw, in order to respect the guests, Prince Su He will win. ”

She didn't look at Su He, just at Zhao Mianze.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his voice fell, Xia Chuqi laughed.

This ridicule was a provocation, but what he said was reasonable, and if both of them won, how to decide whether to win or lose is indeed a problem.

"If it's a draw, who will marry the princess?" Su He sneered, and turned his gaze to Xia Chuqi, "Could it be that after the draw, the queen mother will set up another game and let the two of us compete?" Try it game by game, and try until the princess is old and can't marry a talent? ”

Zhao Mianze didn't seem to have figured out the key in the oil pot, but he knew the trickery of Xia Chuqi, and he couldn't help but know it. Now when asked by Su He, he only smiled slightly, "That's naturally a draw." ”

He stood on the edge of the oil pot and looked at Zhao Mianze, "Your Majesty Emperor Nanyan, if I can also get off the oil pot without being hurt, then with General Yan, who wins and who loses?" ”

The celebrant who had been nervous all the time let out a long breath and said aloud, his eyes turned to Su He. But before he could speak, Su He suddenly smiled coldly and walked over.

"Good! General Yan passed the test smoothly. ”

Before he poked his foot into the oil pot, he didn't think that the oil in the pot was just warm, not hot. However, this bureau was set up by Chu Qi, in his heart, Chu Qi is an amazing person, since she dares to let him get out of the oil pot, she must have her plans. So, although he was a little nervous, he was not flustered. What's more, for the sake of Zhao Ziyue's mother and daughter, even if there is really boiling hot oil in this pot, he will definitely go in without hesitation.

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Yan Ergui still had one foot in the oil pot, he didn't speak, his eyes fell vertically into the churning pot, looking at the strings of bubbles coming out of the bottom of the pot, sniffing the vinegar sour smell faintly coming from inside, and feeling a burst of emotion in his heart.

"That's incredible!"

"It must have been some kind of sorcery, right? Otherwise, how can flesh and blood not be hurt when they are in the hot oil? ”

In addition to praise, there are also some who doubt.

"Isn't it really as the queen said? Is this a sincere pot? ”

"General Yan is really a god."

His muffled words, after a brief gasp and silence, sparked bursts of laughter on the field.

"It's so comfortable to burn your feet!"

Everyone was shocked, not only did his foot in the oil pot not burn and burn, but he happily stepped the other foot into the oil pot, and sighed comfortably.

But he stood on the edge of the oil pot, as if he didn't notice it, a bare foot slowly lifted, slowly stretched into the boiling oil pot, in the field of surprised "ah" sound, his face changed slightly, his foot paused for a while, and then slowly retracted.

There were brothers on the field who were good friends with Yan Ergui, and they all whispered.

"Two ghosts!"

"Two ghosts!"

The green smoke on the oil is thicker, and the oil seems to be hotter.

Zhao Ziyue was so nervous that cold sweat wet her back, but this time she didn't call Chu Qi or Yan Ergui, because her throat was like someone stuffed with a ball of cotton, and she couldn't shout a word, so she simply buried her head and didn't dare to look at anything.

No one is completely relaxed at this time. The green smoke on the oil pot was steaming hot, and everyone didn't dare to blink, waiting for that exciting moment.

Yan Ergui lowered his eyelids, did not speak, cleaned his feet with water in the basin on the side, and calmly walked towards the boiling oil pot, his dark face was extremely tight, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, revealing a trace of nervousness.

"General Yan, please."

Su He naturally agreed. He nodded and spread his hands.

The celebrant raised the small flag in his hand, and asked respectfully, "Su Heshizi, General Yan will come first, can you agree?" ”

"When the hour comes, the competition begins."

The firewood was shining in the sun, like a dazzling source of fire, carrying all the curiosity and worry. After a while, the tung oil poured into the pot slowly came out of the steam, and the boiling bubbles "gurgling" sounded, which made the hearts of countless people nervous to the extreme.

All eyes were on the cauldron on the field.

This exam question came out in the seventh day of the early summer, and Yan Ergui had a good relationship with her, and now he said so calmly that he went first, almost subconsciously, everyone felt that there would be a cat in this oil pot. However, even so, watching the Praetorian Guards burn the firewood more and more, my heart still hangs in my throat.

"Then I'll go first."

He said this, if Yan Ergui let him go first, or insisted on drawing lots, it seemed that he was really a little unkind. Glancing at him, knowing that he was still trying to pick up the leak, Yan Ergui only smiled slowly and looked at the celebrant officer.

After thinking about it, he smiled lightly, clenched his fists and arched his hands, "This son of the world is a guest from afar." As the saying goes, the guest is as the master goes, if General Yan insists on letting this son go first, this son has nothing to say. ”

Looking at his calm face, thinking of his steadiness when he walked the knife mountain before, where was Su He willing to go first? It's not a trivial matter to put his feet into the boiling oil pot, he has to go and waste his feet first, isn't that cheaper for others? No matter what is wrong with it, whoever does it in the back will definitely be better than the front.

"Shizi, or is it decided by lottery?"

Yan Ergui frowned and looked at Su He.

"Which of you will come first?" The celebrant looked at the oil pot and asked in a trembling voice.

Obviously, the second game was more dangerous than the one.

The celebrant read the note written by Xia Chuqi word by word, but before she finished speaking, there was a whisper on the field. Dip your feet into the boiling oil pan and it's incredible to think about it.

"The second game, called the oil pot, is also a test of 'true heart pot'. Pour tung oil into the iron pot, burn it with firewood to the boiling point, the competitor cleans his feet with water, stretches into the oil pot, if there is no injury, he is regarded as the true heart of Princess Ziyue, fate is destined by God, for victory. ”

If you can't stand it, you can give up at any time, it's a big deal to suffer a little injury, bandage it, it won't take much time to get better. But if a person's foot falls into the boiling oil pot, the result can be imagined, and if one is not accurate, it will be crippled.

Setting up firewood, pouring tung oil, and lighting the pot are all done under the noses of everyone. The oil pot was not far from the knife ladder, and when Yan Ergui and Su walked to the oil pot, the entire school field was quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Soon, the Praetorian Guards carried a cauldron to the school grounds.

The celebrant braved the scorching sun, dripping with sweat, and shouted loudly.

"In the first game, the three thousand battalions instructed Yan Ergui and Beidi Shizi Su He to win. Enter the next round of competition. ”

At the end of the first game, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Smack!" The applause was endless, echoing on the school grounds.

"Good!" Roars erupted.

With his bare feet on the blade of the knife, his bare palm climbing on the edge of the knife, he climbed up step by step, and in the eyes of everyone holding their breath, he looked at him, and finally became the second person who walked to the top unscathed and took down the hydrangea.

This guy is really a character, and he has a lot of kung fu. Also, he drew lots at the end, obviously taking advantage of others, and had enough time to observe. In particular, this "up the knife mountain and down the oil pot" game was set up on the seventh day of the early summer, and she knew it to everyone about Yan Er, so when Yan Ergui went up the knife ladder before, he had been carefully observing, and he quickly mastered all the tricks.

"Good!"

With that, he climbed the knife ladder with ten fingers, and suddenly stepped on it with all his strength.

Su He's fists tightened, and he arched his hand and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty Emperor Nanyan, I, Su He, am willing to gamble and lose." Whether you win or lose, live or die, you don't have to worry about others. ”

Hasar pursed his lips and smiled faintly, "Su Heke understands?" ”

He seemed to say this sentence to Su He, but in fact, he also said it to Hasar and Beidi's envoys. Roughly speaking, the sword has no eyes, if Su He insists on participating in the competition, then life and death are fate, and it is his own business to be injured, so don't cause discord between the two countries.

He said it tactfully, but everyone understood.

The corners of Zhao Mianze's lips tightened, and he smiled softly at him, "Now that you and I have concluded an alliance, this test of choosing a horse is originally based on entertainment...... This sword has no eyes, so the prince should think about it first. ”

Su He looked back, "What else does His Majesty the Emperor have to advise?" ”

"Suhe Shizi!" Zhao Mianze suddenly stopped him.

On the knife ladder, it is not difficult not to be cut once, but the difficult thing is to always calm down, go to the top, take the hydrangea and walk back. Su He was quiet, glanced at Ge Ri Letu, who was bandaging his wounds, snorted coldly, and walked barefoot to the knife ladder.

Probably inspired by Yan Ergui's body, this person walked better than the previous two, all the way up to the fifteenth step of the knife ladder. But in the end, he didn't hold on, and rolled down the knife ladder, cutting his palm.

He and Su He glanced at each other, lifted their spirits, let out a deep "ha", walked to the knife ladder bare-chested, and their tangled muscles shone black and dazzling in the sun.

The Gerile diagram is the penultimate one.

There are no people who have "gone to Dao Mountain", only Su He, the son of Beidi, and Ge Ri Letu, the son of Narisong, the general of Jin Wuwei. If the two of them can't go to Daoshan to win the hydrangea, then the second round of "oil pot" will not have to be compared, and Yan Ergui can win directly.

The next competition is much clearer.

With the first person successfully passed, what everyone thought was impossible to do before finally took a turn for the better. It was only at this time that everyone realized that it was not impossible to complete the Knife Mountain.

Fortunately, he finally lived up to his expectations and passed the first hurdle.

Although she knew that Yan Ergui was good at kung fu and agile, she actually didn't have full confidence, and besides, except for telling Zhao Zhu the physics tricks in it, she couldn't do anything else, and as for whether the ghost brother could master and comprehend, she couldn't help at all.

Sigh! At the beginning of summer, the heart shrunk into a ball finally stabilized.

"The last general is ugly."

In the midst of the roar of the crowd, the competitor is most likely to stumble and make mistakes. Yan Ergui closed his eyes, took another breath, but when he didn't hear it, he walked to the top floor of the knife ladder, took off a hydrangea hanging on it, a good-looking backflip, the toes fell steadily on the blade, step by step and slowly walked down, a Dapeng spread his wings and landed firmly on the ground, grasped the hydrangea tightly in his hand, and bowed to the seat.

Zhao Ziyue said "come on", and some people on the field praised her. Because the previous two people only walked two steps, and the other walked five steps, they fell down the knife ladder one after another, so that the audience did not find the excitement, and now he "went up the knife ladder" so steadily, the crowd finally became excited, and the roar of praise was endless.

"My Da Yan Erlang, I am really heroic."

"General Yan is doing well!"

"Good!"

"Come on!"

Countless people were watching to see how long he could endure and when he would fall off the knife ladder. He also seemed a little nervous in the first few steps, walking extremely slowly, and his body was relatively stiff, as if he was cautiously testing the blade. But after a few steps, he seemed to have mastered the trick, his body was relaxed, his posture was vigorous, his steps became more and more steady, and he stepped on the knife ladder like an ordinary wooden ladder.

A gust of wind blew, scraping the small colorful flags on the knife ladder whirring, and the steel knife seemed to be sharper under the scorching sun, flashing with dazzling golden light.

He took a deep look at her, and suddenly climbed the knife ladder with his bare hands, his tense body relaxed slightly, and he stepped up unhurriedly with his bare feet, using his hands and feet at the same time, he crawled up the knife ladder step by step, and the people on the field also held their breath, and their eyelids did not dare to blink.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

With that, she hung her head. But her inexplicable words sounded like she was worried about all the competitive people on the field, but Yan Ergui knew that she was just calling him.

"You ......" After saying the word "you", Zhao Ziyue moistened her dry lips and added, "You all be careful." ”

She's calling him? Was she calling him? Looking at Zhao Ziyue's sharp little face on the table, his heart fluctuated, his blood was churning, as if he had been injected with a wave of courage in an instant, his eyes were slightly hot, and he couldn't say half a sentence.

Yan Ergui's heart jumped, and he looked sideways.

Zhao Ziyue's shout suddenly came from the field.

"Hey!"

Yan Ergui had a serious face, gestured to the other people, and slowly walked towards the knife ladder. Before him, two people had fallen from the bottom of the ladder, and none of them had passed. But in the face of the cold and shining steel knife, he did not hesitate for half a moment, and at a glance he knew that it was inevitable.

When the celebrant read the name of Yan Ergui, Xia Chuqi's palms clenched slightly, pursed his lips, and his eyes involuntarily swept towards Zhao Ziyue. Obviously, she was much more nervous than Xia Chuqi. The blood on a small face was gone, pale as a piece of paper, and the lower skin of the mouth was bitten white by the teeth.

"Next, three thousand battalions of soldiers and horses will command Si Yan and the two ghosts."

There is a trick to the job of going to Dao Mountain. However, if it is not an abnormal human being who is as light as a swallow and a person who has been practicing for many years, as long as he goes up, there will definitely be a danger and possibility of injury. However, a person like Yan Ergui who has real kung fu will definitely have calluses on the soles of his feet and palms, as long as he is calm after getting on the knife ladder, his steps are "steady, accurate, and ruthless", and he uses force vertically, and does not slide back and forth on the blade, he should be fine.

"Yes, he's thick-skinned."

This sentence is a divine sword! Xia Chuqi laughed dumbly.

"Because she has thick skin, can't she cut it?" Zhao Ziyue took over.

She never mentioned what would happen to Yan Ergui, but under her unhurried explanation, Zhao Ziyue's dark pupils suddenly tightened, and she looked at her with red eyes like a flustered rabbit, but she couldn't speak. Xia Chuqi saw her like this, and suddenly felt a little unbearable, patted her shoulder, glanced around, and then leaned into her ear and said, "I believe that Brother Ghost will be fine, he can." ”

"Fight hard qigong, fight real kung fu, fight character quality. A young man like Xie Shaojun, who has tender skin and smooth meat, naturally can't climb up. ”

Xia Chuqi saw the expectation in her eyes and shook her head.

On Zhao Ziyue's released lower lip, there were still teeth marks that had been bitten. She secretly glanced at Zhao Mianze, who was the chief, walked over cautiously, squatted beside her, pressed her hand on her knee, and said in a suppressed voice, "Is there a trick to this Shangdao Mountain?" ”

"What's wrong?" She asked knowingly.

Xia Chuqi opened his eyes, looked sideways, and bumped into Zhao Ziyue's pair of nervous and almost desperate eyes. Different from the ignorance and naivety she usually always carries, it was a kind of worry and fear that she had never seen in Zhao Ziyue's eyes.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a small nymph.

"Chu Qi ......"

But when he saw that the imperial doctor came on the field to bandage him, Xia Chuqi still closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at it. In other words, she didn't dare to let the little nineteen in her stomach look at it.

Because he was so nervous that he didn't climb a few steps, the injury was not serious.

There were boos on the field, and Xie Changjin let out a long sigh.

His hands and feet were very light, but he still couldn't suppress the panic in his heart, but he only climbed up to the second knife, and he couldn't hold on, his palm was injured and left the knife ladder, and when he jumped to the ground, the heart of his foot was also cut by the blade, and he fell on the school field in pain, and the blood gushing out of it looked particularly terrifying.

"Shhh Yes! ”

If he is forced to do this, he has to go up, and he has to go up if he doesn't get on. Rubbing his hands, Xie Shaojun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lifted his breath, climbed the knife ladder with his hands, and stepped on it barefoot.

Xie Shaojun walked barefoot and bare-palmed, walked to the bottom of the knife ladder, and a sound of chanting the Buddha's horn sounded on the field, and the onlookers on the side were also gasping for breath, and they were so nervous that their hearts were raised to their throats.

"Amitabha!"

The first person on the list is Xie Shaojun, the son of Xie Changjin, the secretary of the Da Yan Military Department, this young man is only seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and thin, he practiced martial arts when he was a child, and joined the army with his father. Xie Changjin is Zhao Mianze's confidant, the Xie family's momentum in the court is in full swing, if he marries a princess again, it is naturally a good thing to glorify the lintel. Therefore, even though Xie Shaojun was a little timid before and wanted to leave with those five people, for the sake of family honor, after being thrown a few scimitar eyes by his father, he still stayed hard.

The order of competition in "Shangdao Mountain" is determined by lottery.

On the school grounds, the wind is strong and the sun is also strong. The hunting banner stirred a chilling beauty in the wind, the scorching sun licked the earth like fire, and every steel knife on the "knife ladder" emitted a dazzling and bloodthirsty light.