"This martial arts examination is divided into three parts, one is the literary test, the main test is the content in the "Seven Books of Martial Arts", the second or third is the martial arts test, the second test is the strength, lifting the stone pier on the ground to the chest and abdomen is qualified, the third is riding and shooting, galloping twice, sending six arrows, and the middle three are qualified." Monk Greenqin briefly introduced the content of the martial arts examination to Yang Xiaoshan.

Yang Xiaoshan frowned when he heard this, first of all, he couldn't take the literary test, what the hell is "The Seven Books of the Martial Arts"? Not at all, I have some bottom in the martial arts test strength, this riding and shooting is not good, and I am still a little accurate in foot shooting, and I have never practiced riding and shooting, so I am not sure at all.

Seeing that Yang Xiaoshan seemed to be embarrassed, Monk Greenqin patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Don't worry, the literary test is just a formality, you are my son-in-law, who dares to embarrass you?" Don't worry about the martial arts test, I'll ask the housekeeper to take you to the old sect leader Liu later, he was the captain of the guard in my early years, and there are no martial arts people who have been ordered by him who will try. ”

Yang Xiaoshan breathed a sigh of relief, this background is good, and no problem is a problem.

"But you have to come on in the palace test after that, as the son-in-law of my monk Lingqin, you must at least be in the top ten of the second class. This requirement should be able to be achieved by your hard work, in the past, the martial arts were tried every three years, and the competition was extremely fierce, and in recent years, the competition has been far worse than before, so you must at least be admitted to the top two and get the qualification of the martial arts scholar, so that I can arrange the next step for you. Although Monk Greenqin loved Yang Xiaoshan, he also put forward his own requirements.

"Changshan definitely lives up to the trust of the monk king." Yang Xiaoshan secretly made up his mind, this is a great opportunity that fell from the sky, and he must seize it.

"This king believes that you have this strength." Monk Greenqin nodded with satisfaction, "Steward Zhang, you take your uncle to the stable to select a batch of good horses, and then take him to report to Old Sect Leader Liu." Monk Grinqin commanded.

"Uncle, please." Steward Zhang, who is usually mainly in charge of horses, hurriedly ran over and took Yang Xiaoshan to the stable of the monk's mansion.

The monk is a Mongolian prince, the most love horses, the stable of the monk's palace can be compared to the heavenly prison of the palace, and the quality of the horses in it even exceeds the emperor's imperial horse.

Steward Zhang took Yang Xiaoshan into the palace stable.

"Uncle, this is the prince's honor guard horse, nicknamed the Eight King Kongs." Steward Zhang enthusiastically introduced Yang Xiaoshan.

Yang Xiaoshan raised his eyes and saw that these eight horses were not only tall and mighty but also very handsome, their height and shortness, fat and thin, the color was almost the same, the mane was often combed at a glance, more soft than human hair, and each horse also hung a gold and jade sign around its neck to show the difference, to prevent the honor guard from making mistakes, and it marked the ranking of their travel.

Yang Xiaoshan sighed, only the monk can afford such a luxurious travel honor guard horse, but this is not suitable for him, and he can't bear to destroy such a "combination".

"Uncle, this is the four heavenly kings of the prince." Steward Zhang continued.

Yang Xiaoshan looked at it fixedly, and the four heavenly kings really had the aura of a king.

"Uncle, these four horses are all famous horses who have won horse races for the prince, the red ones are called red fire, the black ones are called oolongs, the white ones are called white snow, and the brown ones are called bright yellow, and their saddles all record the results when they won the race." Steward Zhang introduced beside him.

Yang Xiaoshan also admires these four horses very much, but unfortunately they are a little old, and the breeding is okay, so if you choose yourself, you still choose a young horse that is three or four years old.

"Uncle can't even look down on it, it doesn't matter, there are more than fifty good horses behind, let's not be in a hurry to pick slowly." Steward Zhang continued to walk back with Yang Xiaoshan.

Steward Zhang is very familiar with the prince's horses, and he introduced the origin and experience characteristics of these horses to Yang Xiaoshan one by one. They are indeed good horses, both in height and weight, and in terms of hair color, but after entering this stable, they may have been taken care of too much and become a little lazy.

"I'd better pick this one." Yang Xiaoshan led a relatively thin pure white horse.

"Uncle, although this horse is a descendant of the prince's previous mount, it is too thin, and it is only three years old and has not been raised, so you should choose another one." Steward Zhang hurriedly shook his head and said.

"That's him." Yang Xiaoshan likes this horse very much, because this horse looks very spiritual, it doesn't seem to like to be locked in this comfortable stable, always looking outside, a little wild has not retreated. Although its body is a little thin, it has a lofty expression, and when Yang Xiaoshan observes it, it seems to be observing Yang Xiaoshan, and there is an indescribable sense of tacit understanding.

Yang Xiaoshan was even more satisfied when he heard that it was the descendant of the monk's previous mount, he loved war horses more than racing horses, a good war horse can be one with the master's heart on the battlefield, they do not flinch when they encounter danger, and they can save the master's life at critical moments.

"Since my uncle likes it, it's this one, because of its long mane, it's nicknamed the white lion, does my uncle like this name?" Steward Zhang took the horse out of the stable and handed the horse rope to Yang Xiaoshan.

"White lion? Pretty nice name, that's it. Yang Xiaoshan chose a good horse, and he was very happy.

"Then my uncle will go with the villain to see Old Sect Leader Liu." Steward Zhang continued to lead the way in front.

Yang Xiaoshan couldn't help but ride on the horse, this white lion was really smart, very much in line with Yang Xiaoshan's rhythm, walking unhurriedly, very stable, sitting on this horse and shooting arrows must be very accurate, Yang Xiaoshan was very satisfied.

"Here, this is the training ground of Old Sect Leader Liu, Uncle, you have to be careful, this Old Sect Leader Liu is notoriously strict." Steward Zhang kindly reminded.

"Thank you, Steward Zhang, I'll go in by myself, it's a little interesting here, take it and drink some tea." Yang Xiaoshan touched a little bit of broken silver and put it in Steward Zhang's hand.

"Oops, that's embarrassing." Although Steward Zhang said this, his hands were tightly clutched in the silver.

"Please accompany me to choose such a half-day horse, I see that your mouth is dry, just a little tea money, not a respect." Yang Xiaoshan said politely.

"Thank you Uncle, the little one will go back." Steward Zhang accepted Yang Xiaoshan's reward with a smile, and said secretly in his heart: "This eldest aunt is really arrogant, he has done his best so hard, and he has not worked in vain, and he must follow this eldest aunt in the future." ”

Steward Zhang went back to his life, and Yang Xiaoshan walked into the training ground on the periphery of the palace, where all the new guards and guards of the palace had to be trained before they could take up their posts.

"You're Changshan?" As soon as Yang Xiaoshan walked into the training ground, a spirited old man in the middle called him out.

"Exactly down there." Yang Xiaoshan didn't dare to slack off, I heard that this old man had saved the monk several times when he was the captain of the guard in his early years, and the monk usually respected him.

"It looks good, but I don't know if it's an embroidered pillow?" Before Liu Laojiao's voice fell, he flew up at Yang Xiaoshan.