At the same time, in another felt tent, two young 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 palace master of the Holy Water Palace, the Turkic national teacher Ashina Jingliu. Yan Zhongyi stays in the Holy Water Palace all the year round, and rarely has contact with outsiders, but she is the best with Suanna.

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

As she spoke, the boy named Li Tao seemed to come to her mind. Of course, she can't fall in love with Li Tao just once, but she is still very happy when she is with Li Tao.

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

After 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, "Aren't you willing to marry Tongru?" ”

Sana shook her head: "I don't like Tongru!" ”

Yan Zhongyi lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

……

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. People were watching, talking, and anticipating the arrival of the horses.

The kind of love between the Turkic steppe herdsmen and the horses is fiery and sincere, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to melt with blood. 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

Among Genghis Khan's horses

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 horseback race of the riders of each tribe, it was the turn of Li Tao to compete with the Russians.

Li Tao sent Khamba, 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 **, twice as fast as the average horse, and has good stamina, and can walk for a day and a night in a row.

This batch of horses turned out to be discovered by an ordinary herdsman, and when he woke up one morning, he suddenly found that there was an extra snow-white horse in his horse pen, and he recognized it at once, this must be Baiyunju.

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 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 this white cloud horse, and he was so happy that he rode his horse back and forth on the grassland every day.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the herdsman was killed by bandits during a grazing, and Baiyunju was nowhere to be seen. It didn't take long for Baiyunju to become the mount of the Silent Khan again.

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

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 imperative.

If there were only two people competing in horse racing, it would certainly not be very good-looking, so eight people were selected from the best of the previous competition, which was enough for a dozen.

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 through it, so it is extremely important who can take the lead.

This is not a deliberate attempt to test the riders and horses, as every year the Stone Man Race selects ten people from the winners to hold such a difficult race, and most riders have adapted to the route.

With the exception of Kham and his humble flaming foal, who were racing for the first time, most of the rest of the race were carefully selected horses and some had performed well in previous races, and most of the riders were seasoned veterans. The Turkic Khan's Baiyun Ju has won many championships in a row, and his reputation is far and wide, and the driver is naturally a satisfied evil slaughter.

At this time, the horses were lined up on the same line at the head of the corner, ready to try. The horn sounded, the horses kicked away, the sand and dust were flying, and the clouds were like fog, rushing forward.

The white cloud horse and the other horses all marched along the old road to the stone bridge, but the flame horse, under the command of Khamba, took a shortcut, and went straight over the fields and meadows, and soon reached the river, which was blocked by the river.

The river is about ten zhang wide, and the water flows calmly.

On the shore, the flaming foal paused for a moment, suddenly raised its front legs, raised its head suddenly, chirped, waited for its hooves to hit the ground, and jumped into the river, only to hear the sound of thunder, the water splashed in all directions, and the flaming foal surfaced like a dragon, and the four hooves paddled rapidly, and the mane was swayed by the water, and the body was up and down, and swam forward with vigor.

Almost at the same time, Kham fell into the water, tugging at the horse's tail, and swam diagonally to the opposite shore with the ups and downs. The flaming pony leaped out of the water, shaking its mane and tail as if to shake the wet water off its body. Despite being wet, Kham jumped on his horse, raised his whip, and shouted "shhhh By the time the White Cloud Pony led the horses across the bridge with a roar, the Flaming Pony had reached the end of the race and was the winner by a wide margin.

The spectators, including the Mosi Khan, looked at each other, and none of them expected that Li Tao's side would win in this way.

It turned out that Bai Yunju also took a shortcut, and that was three years ago. Unfortunately that year, a flash flood broke out after a torrential rain, and the river swelled, and the turbulent currents swirled and swept away the horses that jumped into the river first. Bai Yunju was fortunate to be agile and quick to react, and was spared. However, the angry river left an unforgettable impression on it, and it still lingers with lingering sorrows, and never dares to try it again. Naturally, no one thought of finding another way to find a new way, and they always thought that they were familiar with the road and had the chance to win, so Evil Tu and the other riders could only regret that "the horse stumbled" this time.