Zhang Bao'er said with a complicated expression: "Even if Tongru looks down on me again, at least I should have a confidant and a good person, right?" And he didn't come to ask for any news from my side at all, he could only do it in two ways! ”

"Zhang Gongzi, tell me, what are the two possibilities?" Mo Jian's face became heavy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"One possibility is that the Khan of Mur Khan and the same Russia do not care about the outcome of this competition!"

"Impossible!" The three of them said in unison.

What are you kidding, how could they not take such a big matter to heart.

Zhang Bao'er sighed and said: "Then there is only one other possibility left, the Khan is already confident of winning in the comparative test with the same Russia!" ”

When the three of them heard this, their hearts couldn't help but sink. Indeed, in addition to the possibility that Zhang Baoer said, they really couldn't figure out what the reason would be.

Just when Zhang Bao'er, Mo Jianlian and the others were worried, in another felt tent not far from them, two girls were also whispering.

"Suanna, if that Tang boy wins, do you really want to go with him?"

The girl who spoke was named Yan Zhongyi, and she was the only female disciple of the Turkic national teacher Ashina Jingliu.

Although the Holy Water Palace rarely sets foot in the Central Plains, Ashina actually has a supernatural martial arts, making the Holy Water Palace one of the seven strongest martial arts in the world.

Ashina was not a member of the Ashina family, but was given the surname Ashina because of his great contribution to the Turkic Khanate. Ashina began to serve as a national teacher for decades when he established the Khanate from Gulu Khan, and he was quite prestigious among the Turks.

Few people know Yan Zhongyi's origins, and she also looks like a native of the Central Plains.

As the only disciple of Ashina Jingliu, Yan Zhongyi stayed in the Holy Water Palace all the year round, practicing his own unique martial arts, and won the true inheritance of Ashina Jingliu's martial arts. Yan Zhongyi rarely has contact with outsiders, but she is the best with Suanna.

The young man named Zhang Baoer seemed to come to Suanna's mind, and she couldn't say whether she liked it or not, but when she got along with Zhang Baoer, she was still very happy.

"I don't know, I listen to A-Niang!" Sana said lightly.

"What's your Auntie's opinion?" Yan Zhongyi seems to be very concerned about the future of her friend.

Suona told Yan Zhongyi what her mother said that day.

Yan Zhongyi couldn't help but be stunned, she was stunned for a while, and then asked, "So, your aunt and yourself think that Tang boy is good?" ”

Sana nodded.

"Do you like him, then?" Yan Zhongyi looked at Suona with a blank eye.

Sana was stunned for a while before she said, "I can't say whether I like him or not, but I don't like Tongru!" ”

Listening to Suanna's words, Yan Zhongyi lowered her head and muttered to herself in her heart: "Am I really wrong?" ”

……

The sky is blue, a few white clouds in the blue sky are leisurely fluttering, under the blue sky is an endless grassland, colorful flowers are constantly decorating the grassland.

The next day's race is about to begin, and people are watching, talking, and looking forward to it.

The Turks lived a nomadic life, with a trinity of chariots, horses, and felt tents, and three pillars held up the entire khanate between the sky and the wilderness. If the Turks lose their horses, they lose their motivation to live.

The kind of love between the Turkic steppe herdsmen and the horses is fiery and sincere, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to blend blood and milk. Walking with horses for a long time, horseback riding skills have naturally formed a topic to evaluate a person's riding skills. Over time, this custom of life led to the formation of steppe horse racing.

The great wizard Sengle, who was sitting on the stands, stepped down from the stage, held up the silver bowl according to the traditional custom, and sprinkled it with fresh milk to celebrate:

There is a moon on the forehead

There is the sun in the moon

Star-like eyes

Wolf-like ears

Elephant-like head

Fish-scale-like palate lines

Bestowed by heaven

Fast Horse Descendants

in the herd

The Horse of the Black Horse......

As the horn sounded in the dreak, all the contestants urged their horses to leap forward at the same time, and the horses galloped, and with the dancing of the horses' hooves, the dust flew up, and the scene was spectacular. The riders are dressed in colorful costumes, with colorful ribbons on their heads and whips in their hands. They rode skillfully, riding mighty horses across the field, their bodies glued tightly to the horses, sometimes outstretching their arms, sometimes doing a variety of different postures, no matter how fast the horses were, they were always at ease, as if they were moving on the ground.

One by one, the horses crossed the finish line like locusts and arrows, cheering and cheering.

After the horse racing competition of the riders of each tribe, it was Zhang Baoer's turn to compete with the two sides.

Zhang Bao'er sent Suba, while the Russian side sent the Silent Khan's horse trainer Evil Tu.

The evil slaughter is the white cloud horse of the Mosi Khan.

The White Cloud Horse is a legendary horse that is twice as fast as the average horse, and has good stamina and can walk for a day and a night in a row.

This Baiyun Ju was originally discovered by an ordinary herdsman, but after waking up one morning, he suddenly found that there was an extra snow-white horse in his horse pen, and he immediately recognized it, this must be Baiyun Ju.

The white cloud horse was very wild, and this herdsman could not tame it, so he invited the Khan's horse trainer Evil Tu, and it took half a month to easily make the horse bow its head and let him ride on it. With the help of the evil slaughter, the herdsman was able to ride the white cloud horse, and he was so happy that he rode his horse back and forth on the grassland every day.

Unfortunately, the herdsman was killed by horse bandits during a grazing, and Baiyunju disappeared from there.

It didn't take long for Baiyunju to become the mount of the Mosi Khan.

Although everyone didn't dare to say it, they knew in their hearts that this herdsman must have been killed by the Khan, and the Khan did this in order to get this white cloud horse.

In today's competition, Khan sent the evil slaughter to ride his own white cloud horse to participate, which shows that the comparison test is bound to win.

If there was only Suba and Evil Slaughter competing horses, the scene would definitely not be good-looking, and in order to enhance the ornamentation, eight people were selected from the best of the previous tribal competitions, and enough were enough for a dozen. Of course, these eight people can only be foils, adding some weight to Suba's competition with the evil slaughter.

About ten miles from the beginning to the end, a small river flows through the middle, breaking the flat grassland in two, and there is nowhere else to pass through the river except a stone bridge. The bridge is in the southerly direction, and it takes three miles to cross the bridge, so that the distance of horse racing is far more than ten miles. The bridge is so narrow that only one horse can pass it, which means that whoever can cross the stone bridge first will seize the opportunity.

This is not a deliberate attempt to test riders and horses, as is the case with the course of the annual race at the Stone Man Tournament, and most riders have adapted to this type of competition.