Colorful flags waving by the Weishui River, vendors carrying carts on their shoulders or walking back and forth, and little maids come running from time to time.

"...I'll get two portions of rice...full."

"...Pear sticks...Don't let the pears dry...Don't get the wrong ones..."

The little girls chattered and held various fruits to drill, while the girls who didn't need to serve gathered in front of the peddler's stalls to pick up beads and silk. The things here may not be better than those at home, but the picture is just lively and fresh.

Some little girls squatted under the shade and started playing. You beat me and I beat you. You play with the sound of the warblers and the sound of the swallows. Many idle men gathered around and pointed at the women and laughed at them. But given that there were servants in each family eyeing them, they did not act too much.

It's as lively as a temple fair.

There are shouts coming from time to time in the excitement, which reminds people of something.

"...What's the winning or losing in the Cuju competition?" the vendors asked.

The girls who lowered their heads and focused on picking responded vaguely.

"...Is this silk flower still red? Cuju competition? It's very beautiful..." they said.

The vendors knew that they were asking the wrong person. These girls were not here to come to visit Cuju at all, but to have fun. This kind of fighting Cuju is not as interesting as a waste of time. Everyone looked at the teenagers and saw the scenery and ate and drank. As for Cuju, it would be great to know who lost and who won and who ended up winning.

The children were not interested in this, and the men and men were not very interested. Since this was a social activity, the focus for adults was naturally on social interaction. Men talked to each other according to their distance, parents talked about civil affairs in the city with the prefecture and even talked about poetry and articles, while women whispered family affairs and talked about irrelevant but not underestimated gossip. They only looked at the scene occasionally and did not see it in the eyes.

Compared to these adults, the girls under the coloring shed are much better. They are all paying attention to the competition, although they focus on the focus...

"...Ah Dou Ruwen! Young Master Ruwen kicked so well..."

"...What's so good? You're blind. It's obviously Young Master Meng Mei who got the ball..."

"...You are just blind, it's like Young Master Wen passed Cuju to Du Mengmei."

The dispute has not stopped here, and another fierce Master Yang has started!”

Liu Wuer, who was sitting reserved, also stood up, held the round fan in her hand tightly, and looked at the field nervously.

The boy in the white shirt and green trousers rushed in one direction like water. Among them, Liu Chunyang was running with Cuju, and he cut through the barrier of the boy in the red shirt and black trousers like a sharp arrow.

Accompanied by the girls' screams, Liu Chunyang raised his foot before Guo Zi'an came, and Cuju fell into the bamboo door like a meteor.

Silk flowers were flying all over the venue.

Guo Baoer, who had already rushed out of the colorful shed and stood in front of him, kicking his foot on the ground, grabbing the petals that fell on his head.

"What are you doing, throwing something around." She turned around and cursed in anger.

The girls behind them curled their lips and ignored them.

"Baoer, it seems that Changle Society is going to lose again." Qin Sulan sighed with a fan covering the sunlight.

Guo Baoer walked back to her seat with her sleeves swayed.

"I'm so stupid, I'm not as good as me." She complained.

"You can't say that either." Qin Sulan followed her and lowered her voice, "I heard that Wuling Club specially invited a famous teacher to come."

Famous teacher?

As Liu Chunyang entered the bamboo door with a cuju, the two young men standing beside him stomped their feet and cursed a few swear words.

Xue Qing was still sitting on the bench, squinting his eyes and seeing the counting numbers on the sidelines changed again. The red letters of Changle Society on the wide black wooden board remained six, while the white letters of Wuling Society increased to eight.

"Don't hurry, you can catch up." Xue Qing said, "The gap has not widened, it is getting closer, and we are playing very steadily."

The teenagers looked at the field and saw that Zhang Liantang and others who had already started running again were calm. Even Guo Zian, who had always been angry, was not upset. They just ran more energetic, and everyone gestured to encourage each other.

One boy nodded, but the other boy frowned slightly.

"We have made a lot of progress, but I think the gameplay of Wulingshe is different," he said.

Xue Qing had never watched their previous games, so he didn't understand the difference.

"They kicked a little...they were out of order." The boy explained.

No rules?

Xue Qing looked at the field intently.

The teenagers of Changle Club controlled the ball and rushed towards the bamboo gate of Wuling Club without any haste. The teenagers of Wuling Club chased each other very tightly, but the ball was always firmly at the foot of Changle Club, and Chu Minghui even kicked a delicate shoulder.

Although it is a fight and there are no need to be as varied as the white-kill Cuju, there are some skills that everyone still possesses, adding brilliance to this collective skill.

This action caused the women in the colorful booth to scream and cheer, and the idle vendors watching around also cheered... It was rare to see these embellishments, so I was a little interested.

"Baoer, you will definitely be able to enter this time." Qin Sulan slapped Guo Baoer with a fan and shouted.

Guo Baoer pushed her fan impatiently, but her eyes did not leave the field, with a little nervousness and muttering in her mouth.

Another goal is closer...

Chu Minghui kicked out the well-made ball. Guo Zi'an walked through a Wulingshe boy who blocked him and caught the ball, and immediately accelerated and ran forward.

He was big and strong, and he was also fast. A young man who was blocking him from the front was knocked away and looked at him helplessly.

Zhang Liantang and others hurriedly surrounded and followed him.

"In, come in."

The two substitute boys who had not sat down before shouted excitedly, Xue Qing narrowed his eyes slightly as if he was looking at Guo Zi'an, but his eyes swept across the audience. Suddenly, he saw the boy named Liu Chunyang raise his hand and make a gesture.

Um?

Xue Qing sat upright and saw a green shadow behind Guo Zi'an. Then Guo Zi'an fell forward. Because of his fast speed and unexpected attack, he turned over twice before lying on the ground. The ball had already rolled to the side.

There were screams on the sidelines and many people stood up.

Huh, Xue Qing thought to himself.

This change made the young men running in the field stop. The young men who were substituting on the field changed their faces and rushed forward, and the women in the coloring room also stood up.

"Brother!" Guo Baoer also rushed out.

The two sisters of the Qin family hesitated for a moment to follow.

"What happened?"

The men and women chatting in the colorful shed also noticed something was wrong and looked over.

The young men in the field had surrounded Guo Zi'an and surrounded the young man from Wuling Club, but the young men from Wuling Club also surrounded him to protect their people, and the young men confronted each other in the field.

"You stumble!"

"Beat him!"

The teenagers of Changle Club shouted angrily, and Chu Minghui even waved his fists with his sleeves.

Liu Chunyang stood up to block him, his vision condescending.

"Why is it called tripping people?" he said, "It was obviously a fight... he fell down by himself."

These words made the teenagers in Changle Club uproar.

Guo Zian was very injured and could not get up while covering his ankle.

"Young Master Chunyang!" Zhang Shuangtong raised her eyebrows and said, "It's too unbearable."

Liu Chunyang still looked arrogant and disdainful.

"Unbeatable? Do you still have to be gentle on the Cuju field?" he said, "Then why don't you go and play for nothing."

What did Zhang Shuangtong say? Zhang Liantang stopped him.

"Chunyang, the rules of history are not available," he said.

Liu Chunyang shouted.

"Young Master Liantang, don't forget the origin of Cuju," he said.

Zhang Liantang's face changed slightly.

.........

"What happened?"

Master Li asked under the colored shed in the middle of the coloring room.

The servant who went to ask had already come in and whispered a few words to a man in his forties, and the man smiled.

"It's okay," he turned to the prefect and said, "A young man just fell down by grabbing the ball."

After he finished speaking, a man in a brocade robe next to him yelled.

"Master Liu San, you heard it wrong. This is not a snatching the ball and falling down, it is a violation of the rules." He smiled and a servant who had just finished whispering was standing beside him.

Called Master Liu San's expression remained unchanged when he heard this sarcastic sarcasm.

"Brother Chu Sheng." He said warmly, "You can't say that you are violating the rules just because you fall. Even if the two of you collide, it is inevitable, and it should be like this."

As he said that, he looked at the prefect again.

"Master Fuzun must also know that this pair of fighters originally originated in the army and is also one of the means of training. What they need is the confrontation skills between soldiers. Since it is a confrontation, there are no rules or rules that should not be taken..."

"Although I am not a soldier, the boys are fighting for the competition to discuss winning or losing. How can they be afraid of falling and hurting? Isn't the bloody nature of my Guanzhong man a joke?"

When it comes to men's sexual intercourse, then the mother-in-law and mother are quarreling, and the others who were originally going to speak hesitate and stop talking.

Master Li looked at Master Liu San and said.

"So..." he said.

.There is nothing to do.

The teenagers who were surrounded by angry confrontation were interrupted by several servants running from the sidelines.

"Master Master Fu Zun asked, can you continue?" they asked.

It is said to be an inquiry, but it can actually be said to be a conclusion.

The teenagers present all understood this meaning. The teenagers in Changle Club looked angry, while the teenagers in Wuling Club were a little proud.

"Hey, do you dare to compete?" Liu Chunyang asked with his eyes raised, as if he looked at the sky again, "If the show is over now, I will have to go to Green House for dinner..."

The young men in Wulingshe all laughed.

"Bi!" Guo Zi'an shouted on the ground, pushing away his companion and struggling to get up, "We are about to win, and we will treat you after winning the Green Building."

He knelt on the ground again after he finished speaking.

There was no blood in the black trouser legs, but there were blood dripping on the ground... The injury was very serious.

Zhang Liantang frowned.

"Okay, Zi'an, you'll end up..." he said.

"Then we will have one less person..." Guo Zi'an shouted.

In this way, there was nothing left. Xue Qing, who was standing behind the person, gently stroked his clothes.
Chapter completed!