"Hey! How many of you haven't seen it? Those bearded girls are dancing on the stage? Hey! Those thin waists and plump buttocks twist so much, they can hook your souls! A few of you are also not promising? Like your boss Chu, all the saliva has flowed to the ground! All of you eyes are staring like a copper bell! That looks? I can't wait to jump on the stage and eat those bearded girls alive! Hahaha...... ＂

Mixed with a few laughs and scolding, everyone laughed together.

Shi Jiu came out of the tent, only to see a group of people gathered around Chen Shao'an and listening to him tell him about the wonderful things he saw last night.

In addition to Chu Chongshan's subordinates, there were also many guards from the Luo family's caravan in the crowd.

These caravan guards have been familiar with Chu Chongshan's subordinates in the past few days since they attacked the horse thief camp at night, and bursts of laughter came from the crowd from time to time.

When Chen Shaoan saw Shi Jiu come out, he laughed in the crowd again.

He waved his hand to Shi Jiu and said, "You got up the earliest every day, why are you so late today? Hurry up and wash up and eat, the martial arts competition will start in an hour!

The competition venue of the grassland competition is divided into two places. One is located next to the hot springs, and the other is located outside on the large grassland.

The competition is divided into three categories, the first is horse racing, the second is riding and archery, and the third is martial arts.

Each tribe can only send a maximum of three people to participate in each competition, regardless of the size of the competition. A total of thirteen large and small tribes participated in this competition.

The first race was horse racing, which took place outside on a large meadow. Tribal leaders watched on horseback, and there were no grandstand seats next to the race.

Because the steppe people have grown up on horseback since childhood, their riding skills are the best in the whole continent! The contestants are almost the same in terms of riding skills, and the key to victory is on the horses under the crotch.

The larger the tribe, the greater the number of war horses bred in terms of quantity and quality. As is customary in previous years, the top five will almost always be captured by players from those big tribes.

Only the positions after five will be taken by some small and medium-sized tribes. So the competition didn't attract much attention.

It is said that it is horse racing, but in fact, the tribes are showing their strength, and there is really nothing to look at.

The caravan guards were also wrapped in the crowd to watch. With the sound of a gong, the knights in a line galloped out of the horse.

When he ran about four or five miles, there was a row of colored flags of various tribes, and immediately the knight ran around the colored flags, and then pulled down the colored flags and ran back to the starting point.

When you run back to the starting line, you will plant the flag in the starting line, and naturally there will be people here to record the ranking of the runners.

The whole game didn't take half an hour from start to finish, and everyone was bored to watch.

After the rankings are counted. A man with a shaved head and only a few pigtails at the back of his head walked to the center.

"I would like to invite Ye Han Kulin, the patriarch of the Kunpeng clan, to announce the results of the competition!"

This big man has a loud voice, and what is even more rare is that this sentence was first said once in the grassland language, and then again in the Central Plains and the Western Regions respectively.

Someone in the crowd said, "Look! This man is the third son of Yehan Kulin, the wise Yehan Tru!"

The person who spoke deliberately used the Central Plains language, and it was obvious that the opinion was also from the Kunpeng tribe.

From the crowd of tribal leaders, a fiery steed was paced. The horse was tall and strong, with shiny fur and an extraordinary horse.

Immediately sat a slender, old man, who was not wearing the leather coat that the prairie people often wear. On the contrary, he wore a dark blue cotton robe, and the style of this robe was known to come from the interior of the Central Plains at a glance.

The old man did not comb the strange hairstyle unique to the grassland people on his head, but used a hairpin to tie a bun like the Central Plains people.

The old man had an elegant face, and there was a gentle look in his slender eyes. As soon as the old man appeared, the scene immediately fell silent. This old man is none other than the patriarch of the Kunpeng clan, Yehan Kulin.

Wild Han Coolin greeted the jaws around and smiled modestly.

When he saw the group of caravan guards who were obviously from the Central Plains, he deliberately nodded to this side to show respect.

Yehan Kulin's voice was clear and slightly magnetic, even if he spoke in the grassland language, it was extremely pleasant to hear in everyone's ears.

Even the guards didn't know what he was saying, but in their hearts they seemed to know what he meant.

It should be said that thanks to the gods on the holy mountain, they have given the grassland people this magical prairie, so that the grassland people can live and reproduce for generations.

Sure enough, Yehan Tru on the side translated it in Central Plains and Western Regions, which is basically what it means.

Yehan Coolin then announced the ranking of the contestants and presented the prizes set up by the competition.

These prizes are actually excellent stallions bred by the Kunpun clan themselves.

Everyone on the grassland knows that the war horses produced by the Kunpeng people are among the best war horses in the entire grassland.

The riders who have won the good rankings are full of joy, and it is really worth a thousand dollars to get a good breed of horse that can improve the horses of the whole tribe! The chiefs of the tribes are also full of joy.

As soon as the horse race was over, everyone in the field rushed to the second race. Shi Jiu and the others also followed and walked over there.

The next two games are the highlights of the whole competition.

In particular, some of the competitions in mounted archery are even more exciting.

Everyone on the grassland can ride a horse and shoot arrows, known as the best of the world! Everyone wants to see the style!

"Friends of the Central Plains, please stay a few steps!"

The caravan escort group was rushing to that side, when someone called behind them.

Chen Shao'an looked behind him and saw Yehan Kulin leading a few followers who were waving there.

Yehan Kulin came to the side of everyone and dismounted, and made a Central Plains etiquette first.

Everyone returned the salute one after another, and their hearts were full of a good impression of this grassland leader who imitated the Central Plains people everywhere.

Seeing Chen Shao'an and the three of them standing in the middle, Yehan Kulin guessed that these three people must be the leading figures.

stepped forward and smiled: "Dare to ask how many people are from the Central Plains of Shangbang?"

Chen Shao'an replied: "Don't dare to ask the patriarch, we are all guards from the Central Plains Luo Clan!"

"The characters of the Central Plains are really extraordinary, and you are different from each other. Sure enough, they are all heroes and chivalrous warriors! Yesterday, I heard that a caravan from the Central Plains had arrived, but it was missed because of an important matter. It's a great honor not to want to meet again today!"

Yehan Kulin speaks appropriately, is neither humble nor arrogant, and talks to people like a spring breeze. is really a humble gentleman, gentle as jade, and a few words make everyone admire.

In just a moment, they chatted with everyone. Knowing that everyone also went to the hot spring lake to watch the game, Yehan Kulin immediately agreed to go with him.

Along the way, Yehan Kulin saw Chen Shao'an dressed as a scholar, so he deliberately talked to him.

This wild and cool forest covers a wide range of things, from anecdotes from Tiannan and Haibei to ancient scriptures and calligraphy and paintings, and hundreds of schools of thought, everything is talked about and knowing.

Along the way, everyone was deeply impressed by Yehan Kulin's profound knowledge and demeanor. Everyone talked happily and unconsciously arrived at the shore of the hot spring lake.

When I came to the hot spring lake, I saw that the lake was calm and waveless. The misty water vapor is flooding the lake, and the green grass on the lakeside is reflected by the water vapor, as if it is a fairyland on earth. The sunlight is refracted on the ethereal water, and the colorful glow shines one after another.

Everyone sighed in their hearts, there is such a beautiful place on this grassland, which is not inferior to the most beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are also many wild flowers that cannot be named among the green grass on the lakeside. The lakeside is warm, although it is only early spring at this time, and the lakeside is already in full bloom.

The lakeside scenery is simply breathtaking, and you won't want to leave.

On the shore of the lake stands a tall silver tent.

This silver tent is usually uninhabited, and it is the residence of Khante Khan. At this time, the largest ruler of the southern steppes was living there.

It is only because of the unique geographical location of the Zuohan Meilin grassland that it is really not suitable as the location of the sweat tent. In order to show the generosity of the steppe tribes under the tent, Khan Khan never let his direct tribe enter the herding life of Zuohan Merlin.

It's just that a silver sweat tent palace was built here, and occasionally I would come to stay for a few days to watch the scenery and enjoy the flowers for entertainment.

A tall stand had been erected in front of the silver tent, and a group of tribal leaders sat around the stand.

In the middle sat an obese old man, none other than Khan Khan.

Yehan Kulin arranged Chen Shao'an and others in the seats of his own people, confessed to everyone, tidied up his clothes and sat down on the grandstand.

Seeing that he was sitting in the middle of the Khan Khan, there was only a middle-aged man with a neutral face.

Everyone knows that the closer to the seat of Khan Khan, the more noble the status of the people on this place.

Shi Jiu carefully looked at Khan Khan. I saw that the top of his head was slightly bald, his eyes were lowered, and there were two big bags under his eyes. There are a few old age spots on his face, and the fat under his jaw is piled up, no matter how you look at it, he is a fat and dying old man.

At this time, Khan Khan was closing his eyes and recuperating, if it weren't for the fact that there were a few women waiting for him from time to time. Put the golden lamb in his mouth, and the people in the stands will think he is asleep.

It was only at this time that I saw him move his mouth slightly to take the food, chew it in his mouth a few times, and swallow it.

At this moment, a beautiful girl in colorful clothes suddenly came out from behind him, whispering in his ear.

As soon as he saw this girl, Shi Jiu couldn't help but be dumbfounded, this beautiful girl was the Gu Li Zhuoya with a strange temperament.

I saw Gul Zoya whispering something in the ear of Khan Than. Khan opened his mouth and took another piece of roast mutton from the maid, and listened to Gulizoya as he chewed it.

At first, he shook his head with great effort, only to see that Guli Zhuoya was holding Khan's arm again, and shook it a few times coquettishly.

Khan showed a helpless look, and looked at Gul Zhuoya dotingly, before nodding.

Gul Zhuoya was overjoyed, kissed Khan Khan's side of the face, and then withdrew.

Shi Jiu found that since Guli Zhuoya appeared, Yehan Kulin had been staring at her intently, his eyes full of love.

When Nagul Zhuo stepped down, he deliberately made a cute grimace at Yehan Kulin. It wasn't until Guli Zhuoya left the stands that Yehan Kulin slowly withdrew his gaze.

A chubby middle-aged Kunpeng clan member next to Shi Jiu saw him staring at Guli Zhuoya behind Khan Khan.

He smiled on the side and said, "The girl behind the Great Khan is called Guli Zhuoya, and that is the youngest daughter of Khan Khan's favorite. This little Zhuoya is known as the most beautiful flower on the grassland. ＂

"Oh, she's the daughter of Khan Khan?"

Shi Jiu really couldn't believe it. If you look at the appearance of the two of them, there is no place where this Guli Zhuoya and Khan are even half similar.

"This Guli Zhuoya's mother is a member of our Kunpeng clan. I don't know how many young men on the grassland I charmed...... It's a pity...... Alas...... ＂

The Kunpeng people sighed, and their words were full of sourness.

Shi Jiu saw that when this Kunpeng tribesman talked about Gu Li Zhuoya's mother, his eyes showed an obsessive gaze.

It is estimated that this person was also one of those young men who were fascinated back then.

At this time, the players of all tribes entered the field, and they were all sturdy grassland men.

The middle-aged man, caught between Khante Khan and Yehan Kulin, put his mouth to the Khan's ear and said something.

Khan slowly opened a pair of old yellow eyes, looked at the audience, and waved to a waiter beside him.

Na Zhi hurriedly walked to the front of the stage and loudly announced the start of the mounted archery competition.

The middle-aged Kunpeng was very talkative, afraid that Shi Jiu would not know the rules of the riding and archery competition, so he explained it to Shi Jiu again.

Mounted archery is divided into two races, with each player equipped with 10 arrows in the first half. At the end of the arena, there were about two or three hundred paces away, and ten arrow targets were placed.

Each player has a counterman who reads aloud to keep track of the time when they come on the field.

Contestants must gallop left and right on their horses within the time limit of reading 50 numbers, and shoot 10 arrows! This horse speed cannot be slowed down, and it must run back and forth within 10 numbers!

If these 10 numbers are exceeded, no matter how accurate the shot is, the result will be judged invalid! Contestants are not allowed to shoot arrows on horseback, and must shoot 10 arrows sideways while the horse is running, and each of them will hit the bull's-eye.

Contestants are not allowed to cross a white line drawn on the field, and the white line is about 100 steps from the white line to the arrow target, and the feather arrow in the hand is shot outside the white line.

If you cross the white line, it will be considered invalid! Each player will be ranked by the number of hearts he has shot. If the player hits the bull's-eye with the same number of arrows, the order is determined by who spends the most time.

The second half of the game was much more difficult, and it was a blind shooting pigeon!

However, the players who can enter the second half are generally at the level of the archers.

In the second half, it was a blind shot that blindfolded the players with a black cloth. There were people carrying birdcages with nine pigeons.

When the pigeons are released from the cage, the competitors need to lock on to the pigeons with their hearing to shoot the arrows.

Contestants are only given six arrows so as not to disturb the contestants' listening and positioning. The previous reading was changed to a fine incense burner to mark the time.

The incense is marked with a scale, and the contestant must finish shooting the arrow in his hand before the incense burns to one-third, and how to determine the ranking is the same as the previous judgment.