Tomorrow is the day when the Hundred Husbandry Tournament officially begins, Zhang Zhao got up early, rushed out of the camp alone, he walked back and forth several times to the south along the route he walked with the shepherd girl yesterday, although the shepherdessman in the yellow robe saw a few, but none of them belonged to the Golden Tribe.

Everything around him is still the same, and the Danhe shepherds he met when the shepherd girl tasted the food all the way is still familiar. The Danhe woman by the barrel also waved and smiled at Zhang Zhao. But on this day, no matter what Zhang Zhao ate, it was tasteless, and he rushed forward to inspect the yellow robe fluttering in his sight, until the sun turned west, he still didn't get what he wanted, so he had to turn around and go back to the camp.

As soon as I entered the tent, I saw Lao Sha waiting inside: "Zhang Zhao, the competition will officially start tomorrow, your competition is the last day, you can still move around at will in these two days, but you have to rest well." ”

Zhang Zhao nodded: "Uncle Sha, I know." Luo Mo's expression looked in Lao Sha's eyes, and he thought that the competition was imminent, Zhang Zhao was a little nervous, and he comforted him a few words before leaving the tent.

There was silence outside the tent, but Zhang Zhao still did not feel sleepy, and he repeatedly thought about the words of the shepherd girl, hoping to find some clues to meet her again. The three white-robed old men were inseparable behind the shepherd girl, and it could be seen that her status in the tribe was not low. Even if you can find the Golden Tribe in this tribal camp, I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet.

Zhang Zhao was always thinking about the words of the shepherd girl this day, and the set of truths she said before leaving was also very familiar. Zhang Zhao thought that if he could make a name for himself in the competition this time, he might have the opportunity to get acquainted with that Uncle Jin, and naturally he would be able to meet this unknown girl.

He got up and rummaged through the tent, found a white turban blindfolded, stood there and imagined the scene of hanging the livestock in front of him, holding the strange knife in his hand, his whole body relaxed, and recalled the knife skills of Rongjie that day, and waved his arm lightly, experiencing the feeling of the girl's arms and fingers. Although he couldn't see in his eyes, the golden light in his brain showed the inside of the body of the animal that he remembered when he was slaughtered in the back kitchen.

The habits developed over the years are not easy to change, whenever he thinks of peeling, Zhang Zhao's right hand always involuntarily wants to reach up and pull, but he forces himself to change this way, the knife in his left hand gently slashes according to the way he remembers, and the tip of the knife swims quickly between the skin and flesh of livestock in his mind.

Zhang Zhao didn't know that he might be the only one in this world who practiced knife techniques in this way, he imagined the feeling of the knife in his hand cutting through the fur again and again, and when his memory merged with the golden light shape, he felt the real feeling of cutting meat in his hands. With repeated attempts, Zhang Zhao found that in perception, the interior of the livestock formed by the golden photochemistry became larger.

After careful experience, Zhang Zhao found that the control of the strength in his hands was also more subtle and accurate, and he no longer made frequent cutting and scratching movements when peeling, but followed the direction of the body of the livestock, and he could separate large pieces of fur at once.

Zhang Zhao kept standing and gesturing like this, and unconsciously heard the noise outside. The competition of Baimumeng has finally officially begun. For Zhang Zhao, every moment of time is precious, and he has just had a little experience of this new set of techniques.

So Zhang Zhao gave up the idea of watching the game, and he didn't even take off the white towel on his eyes, but still stood in the tent and realized it by himself. Lao Sha came in once, saw this situation and quietly withdrew, and called Sha Yun to guard the door so as not to disturb others.

When Zhang Zhao felt hungry and walked out of the tent, he realized that half a day had passed, and the shouts in the distance shook the sky, and other competitions of the Baimu League were underway.

Looking at Sha Yun, who was itching over there from time to time, Zhang Zhao said apologetically: "Second Brother Sha, I didn't know you were outside, in fact, you don't have to wait for me, just go and see it yourself." ”

Sha Yun shook his head: "We want to see those things every day, and my father said that you are the most important thing." ”

Zhang Zhao rubbed his stomach: "Let's go, I'll go eat something, let's go and have a look." Shayun was of course happy, and the two of them walked quickly in the direction where the shouting continued.

Surrounded by the camps of various tribes, in a circular field several miles square, countless horses of different colors are galloping rapidly, and among the hundreds of horses, it is impossible to distinguish which one is the white-headed tribe.

Zhang Zhao and Sha Yun came late, and they couldn't find where the people from their own tribe were, Sha Yun looked at the game in the field and cheered and clapped, but Zhang Zhao looked around, trying to find the location of the Golden Tribe.

Tens of thousands of people wore colorful shepherd's robes, and seeing the existence of yellow everywhere, Zhang Zhao finally gave up this unrealistic idea, and after eating his stomach, he told Sha Yun, who was already fascinated, that he went back to the tent first.

When the blindfolded practice was interrupted by a burst of cheers, Zhang Zhao walked out of the tent, only to know that several riders of the Baitou tribe were also running well today, not only did the horses enter the top fifteen, but even the archery sheep did not fall out of the twenty.

"There was really hope this time. Lao Sha happily pulled Zhang Zhao into the tent: "It seems that your performance that day really worked, and these boys are all full of momentum." ”

"For the first time in so many years, our Baitou tribe is expected to stay in the top sixty. If you can really choose a pasture with abundant water and grass, you can be regarded as worthy of the ancestors of the tribe. Lao Sha said with some excitement.

He looked at Zhang Zhao, calmed down and said with a smile: "Zhang Zhao, in the past two days' competition, although there is a gap between the tribes, it is not big, except for the top ten, there are several tribes tied for each of the following rankings. As long as you can stay in the first round at the end, there will be no problem for our tribe to make it to the top fifty. ”

After Lao Sha left, Zhang Zhao didn't stand up again to practice knife techniques, and tonight he finally felt a little tired and went to bed early.

Among the camps where the tribes of Danhe Grassland are stationed, there are several golden tents at the southernmost end that are particularly outstanding, and there are more than a dozen white-robed guards patrolling back and forth outside, and the tent in the center is brightly lit, and a beautiful girl with her hair scattered and her snow-white feet is bare, and Gege is smiling and stepping on the golden fur in front of her. This girl's dark eyes, with pear vortices on her cheeks, are the shepherd girl Zhang Zhao met.

Beside the maiden sat a beautiful woman older than her, smiling and smiling at her playfulness, a woman whose appearance was very similar to that of the shepherd maiden, but more mature and beautiful than her, with her hair scattered over her shoulders, and who seemed to be unmarried.

"Aunt Xue, it's really good that Uncle Shi gave you this golden bear skin, otherwise you can give it to me. The pretty girl felt very comfortable with the fluffy softness under her feet, and begged softly while stepping on it.

The beautiful woman she called Aunt Xue was unmoved: "This is something for me, let you step on it for so long or for your mother's sake." If you're hungry, find a man who can hunt for golden bearskins. ”

Seeing that her wish could not be fulfilled, the beautiful girl changed her tone of surprise and asked, "This bear skin was given by Aunt Xue's man? Why don't I know that Aunt Xue is married? Tell me who it is, Ling'er can go and meet my uncle." ”

Aunt Xue's face turned red: "You little girl, even I dare to make fun of it?" ”

The beautiful girl grinned: "I don't know if it's kind enough to take me out to play, or I'm afraid that if I don't take me, I won't be able to come out myself." Her eyes rolled as she spoke, and she was indescribably smart and cute.

In the eyes of Aunt Xue, there is only hatred: "You girl, don't ask me for anything in the future, and see how I clean you up when the time comes." ”

The beautiful girl was not afraid of her threats at all: "Who asks for whom is not sure, Aunt Xue, don't talk too much, it seems that someone is still secretly summoning my mother this time, and the three grandfathers and I took her out from afar." ”

Aunt Xue sighed helplessly: "Shui Ling'er, you are so tricky and eccentric at a young age, what can you do in the future?"

Shui Ling'er jumped in front of her, looked at Aunt Xue's beautiful face with envy and said, "Aunt Xue, my mother said that I was exactly the same as you when I was a child, and it would be nice if I grew up to be as beautiful as you." ”

Aunt Xue stretched out her jade hand and gently pinched her delicate face: "How old are you, in another twenty years, you will know that a woman lives in this world, and appearance is not the most important thing, if the person in her heart is not around, what is the use of being beautiful?"

Shui Ling'er smiled: "Aunt Xue, you really like Uncle Shi so much, why don't you go and tell him?"

Aunt Xue glared at her eyes as good-looking as her and scolded: "Nonsense girl, you should be as shameless as you are." When I see any good things, I want to get them. ”

Then she calmed down and said, "What's more, I don't know what he thinks of me, if I guess the wrong person's mind, I won't have the face to see people in the future." ”

She looked at Shui Ling'er and said, "So you still don't want to learn from me, find a wishful husband to marry as soon as possible." ”

Shui Ling'er shook her head: "I don't want to do those things, Aunt Xue, you met Uncle Shi here in the first place?"

Aunt Xue recalled: "When your grandfather was invited to watch the ceremony, I sneaked out to eat like you did yesterday, and saw a table full of red, green, green and beautiful wine, and said that it was necessary to obey the rules and drink between a man and a woman. Later, I found out that he was Shi Taiping of the Shi family in Xuantu City......"

Shui Ling'er heard that this scene was a little familiar, and hurriedly interrupted and asked, "What's going on with that red, green, and green wine?"

Aunt Xue smiled: "That wine is used by the women of the Danhe tribe to test their sweethearts, the red is very delicious, but the green one is extremely bitter, when your Uncle Shi drank six cups in a row, those Danhe herdsmen also praised me for having vision." ”

Thinking of Shi Taiping's performance over the years, Aunt Xue said hatefully: "They say that as long as a man is willing to drink three glasses of bitter wine for you, he will definitely be sincere to you in this life, but he drank six cups but he is still like a stone." ”

"Oh my God, if you drink a dozen glasses, what does it look like?" Shui Ling'er next to her whispered to herself with her hand on her forehead.

Zhang Zhao woke up full of energy, sat quietly and thought for a while, and decided to practice hard today. He went out to eat something, declined the invitation of Hahebao and the others, and went back to the tent alone to be blindfolded.

After yesterday's practice, Zhang Zhao felt that his speed had improved, the hope of the Baitou tribe this year was on him alone, and with the intention of seeing the shepherd girl, he calmly danced the strange knife in the tent, drawing curves in the air, imagining that the skin of the livestock could be easily peeled off along the gap between the skin and flesh of the livestock.

Gradually, Zhang Zhao entered the state of forgetting things and me, and the originally narrow bone cracks on the livestock turned by the golden light in his mind became spacious, and even the thin film between the skin and flesh was as thick as a door panel.

The strange knife in Zhang Zhao's hand exuded his own aura and temperature, easily passing through the livestock made of golden light, and the feeling transmitted by the knife was no longer cutting meat with a knife, but more like using his fingers to separate the layers of obstacles.

Zhang Zhao felt that he was not slaughtering livestock, but like the shepherds who waved their long sleeves and danced the welcome dance when they first arrived at the Danhe pasture, completing a novel dance with the silent rhythm in his heart.

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Zhao's arm is also dancing faster and faster, the strange knife in his hand has turned into a ball of white light, the light in the tent is shining without a trace of wind, Zhang Zhao is unconscious, until his own speed is vividly exerted, he will put away the knife.

Standing quietly in the tent, Zhang Zhao looked back on the knife technique a few days ago and really felt extremely slow, after two days of hard practice, he felt that he was like two people before and after, and he was full of confidence in tomorrow's game.

At this time, the people of the Baitou tribe came back one after another. Listening to the laughter outside, Zhang Zhao estimated that today's game was also going well, he walked out of the tent, and sure enough, he saw that everyone was happy.

Lao Sha also knew that Zhang Zhao was staying in the tent this day, and he greeted with a smile: "Zhang Zhao, today we have risen a little more, and now we are ranked thirteenth, but there are more than thirty tribes that are similar to us, and it will be up to you tomorrow." ”

Zhang Zhao's smile was full of confidence: "Uncle Sha, you just wait to only charge our Lingxiao's capital, maybe, we can even save the capital." ”

Old Shahaha laughed, ignoring the meaning of his last sentence: "You have a good rest, I will call you early tomorrow morning." ”

Zhang Zhao returned to the tent after eating and drinking, and when Lao Sha came to call at dawn, he was already dressed and waiting to go. In the three-day competition, the number of people who played today was the smallest, and the time was the shortest, but it has always been the key to winning or losing.

In the circular field, a strong Danhe herdsman wheeled a mallet and smashed down the stakes, and in a short time a corral was enclosed in the middle. Then a wooden frame was erected from the inside out, tied with thick ropes, and hung with iron hooks.

At the north end of the site, there was a wooden platform with several canopies, and some people dressed differently from the Baimu tribe sat in it to watch, and the leaders of the tribes entered the place one after another to check whether the wooden stalls were strong.

A group of Danhe shepherds drove the sheep over, and at this time, dozens of old men who decided the winner also walked into the entrance, and one of the old Danhe men wearing red and green robes shouted loudly: "The last day of the Baimu Competition, our sheep, deer, pigs, cows, even four rounds of competition, everyone knows the rules, I won't talk about it." As for these wooden frames, at the beginning they stand casually, and whoever stays until the end, the natural position is moving forward more and more. ”

After speaking, he pointed with his hand: "From now on, from south to north, each tribe will come out in turn and stand up, don't mess up." ”

Seeing that the game was approaching, Lao Sha and the people of the Baitou tribe were beating wildly, and Lao Sha's voice trembled: "Zhang Zhao, don't be nervous, you must be steady." ”

Zhang Zhao's heart was becoming more and more calm at the moment, he looked at Lao Sha and said with a smile: "Uncle Sha, you are trembling when you speak, are you afraid that I will not behave well?"

Lao Sha looked at his calm appearance and suddenly felt the bottom in his heart: "Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man, boy, my Lao Sha didn't misunderstand you." ”

At this time, someone from the tribe in front of him was already walking towards the field, Zhang Zhao waved his hand to everyone, and walked towards the field.

The feeling of watching is really different, Zhang Zhao feels that the eyes around him are like a real fall on his body, and it is the first time he has experienced such a scene to live to such a big life, and his heartbeat is gradually accelerating.

Walking to a wooden frame in order, Zhang Zhao took a deep breath, he looked back at the direction of the Baitou tribe, countless people were waving and jumping, Zhang Zhao looked around again, but unexpectedly found that there were two wooden frames on the right side. The pale Rong Jie was panting deeply,

It was precisely after seeing Rong Jie's knife skills that Zhang Zhao could have a new understanding, and he had a good impression of this young man who seemed to be afraid of people, but was actually fast. Just as Rong Jie also looked at him, Zhang Zhao smiled at him and nodded slightly.

Although Rong Jie didn't know Zhang Zhao, he nodded politely and smiled, and both of them were much calmer in their hearts, and at this time the fat sheep had already entered the bar. The old man in the field shouted loudly: "Don't make noise when reporting the number, the first round of preparation, start." ”

Zhang Zhao ran quickly, ran to the nearest corral, grabbed a fat sheep and tied it upside down, and ran back when he lifted it. At this time, Rong Jie also ran out with a fat sheep, and somehow mixed it under his feet, and threw the sheep in his hand on Zhang Zhao's side, and the shepherds near avoided it one after another, Zhang Zhao didn't think about it and stopped, and lifted the sheep with one hand and shouted to Rong Jie: "Get up." ”

Rong Jie was a little at a loss, with Zhang Zhao's shout, he immediately jumped up and picked up the sheep, and the two ran back side by side.

The white-headed tribe and others who were watching behind could see it clearly, and Lao Sha jumped to his feet and shouted: "This kid, when are you still helping others, I'm really anxious." ”

After Zhang Zhao finished reciting the incantation, the strange knife in his hand was gently swung, and the blood of the sheep gushed out, and after receiving the blood, he waved his arm lightly, as in the tent, and let himself enter that state of doing what he wanted.

This is the first time he has been fighting since he changed his tactics, and he is used to the feeling in his hands, and his movements are free. As he began to cut the lamb, a voice rang out: "Gold." ”

In the field, the old man Danhe shouted: "The first place in the first round, the Golden Tribe." ”

After a while, another voice sounded: "Scorching sun." The old man shouted again, "Second place in the first round, Scorching Sun Tribe." ”

He shouted like this, and Lao Sha and the others of the Baitou tribe were on fire. They all stared at Zhang Zhao's movements. At this time, a voice was heard: "Quick knife." ”

Several shepherds who were helping to count beside the old man in the field stretched out a few fingers, and the old man looked at it and shouted: "Thirty-six in the first round, the fast knife tribe." ”

After calling a few more tribes, Lao Sha and the others suddenly heard a voice in their ears: "Baitou"

The old man looked at the outstretched fingers of the shepherd beside him and shouted, "Forty-ninth place in the first round, the white-headed tribe." ”

In order not to affect the counting, this competition is different from other competitions, you can't shout, the three old people in the white-headed tribe Lao Sha Ha He Tai Ao Qiang hugged each other and choked silently, and the old tears were all over the place.

A heavy stone in Lao Sha's heart finally fell to the ground, although he said it easily to his son, how could he really not care. Hahetai Ao Qiang was also very excited, and the three of them cried with snot and tears, and then came back to their senses.

"Okay, this time our tribe has turned over, how can we get to around forty. Lao Sha said to the two of them: "Let's wait for Zhang Zhao to come back and celebrate." ”

At this time, the first round of the competition ended, and those who could not stay left left the field, and the Danhe tribe rushed to a group of herdsmen to clean up quickly, and drove sixty cattle and deer into the pen.

The people who stayed behind filled the vacant seats in front of them, and Rong Jie, who was beside Zhang Zhao, greeted him softly and said, "Thank you just now." Before Zhang Zhao could respond, the old man in the field shouted: "The second round of preparation, start." ”

Zhang Zhao and Rong Jie ran out side by side, this time there were no mistakes on the road, hung up the cow and deer and started to move.

The people of the Baitou tribe did not have much hope this time, Zhang Zhao was already very satisfied with this ranking, and when the three elders discussed which grassland to choose when they went back, another voice sounded in the field: "Gold." ”

"First place in the second round, Golden Tribe. The old man shouted his name. This was followed by a few tribes that had been at the front. In this round, Rong Jie's performance began to stabilize, and the fast knife tribe ranked sixteenth.

"Whitehead. A voice sounded, and the old man in the field looked at the count and shouted, "Twenty-four in the second round, the white-headed tribe." ”

The people of the Bald tribe couldn't believe this rank at first, and they didn't hug each other again until they came to their senses. The three old men cried again and thanked their ancestors for their protection.

After cleaning up the field, the Danhe herdsman caught up with a herd of huge brown-haired pigs. The thirty people who remained on the field gathered together again, waiting for the slogan of the old man in the field.

"The third round of preparation, begins. After an order, thirty people rushed up together, this time Rong Jie rushed to the front, Zhang Zhao followed closely, to the corral Rong Jie did not press down the front one, the body rushed in, leaving the nearest pig to Zhang Zhao, Zhang Zhao was grateful, pulled down and tied up.

"Gold. "Cow teeth. "Danhe. "Scorching sun. "After the top few without any suspense. Rong Jie's ranking also improved: "Ninth place in the second round, fast knife tribe." ”

After reporting the names of several tribes, the three elders of the tribe who had just suppressed their tears heard a familiar name in their ears: "White head." Immediately after that, the old man Danhe shouted loudly: "The seventeenth place in the third round, the white-headed tribe." ”

The three of them looked at each other and froze, and Ao Qiang murmured, "Could it be that the three of us had a dream together?"

Hahetai nodded: "I also think it's too impossible." He looked at Lao Sha and asked tentatively, "Why don't we cry later?"