Li Chongjun leaned slightly into the kitchen, and saw Zhan Kui's figure slumped slightly, and he was swaying back and forth with the swing of his arms and wrists, repeating the previous movements again and again, but like flowing clouds and flowing water, perfectly in tune with the beauty of the rhythm.

However, the strength of Zhan Kui's hand became increasingly stronger. The dough cake held in his hand was like a sail full of wind or a wheel full of speed. It floated very high and far, but it was full of strength and turned into a handle.

A heavy sledgehammer will smash it down.

When the force was extremely strong, Zhan Kui's palms crossed each other, and with another push, the dough was diagonally opened to a distance of nearly a foot.

After repeating this, Li Chongjun saw a mess of white light in front of his eyes, with Zhan Kui's arm interspersed in the middle. The front, back, and top were like the stick that was being used as a wheel, and the water in the end could not be poured in.

As for the noodle cake, it was impossible to tell how big it was, but the whistling wind was deafening and it was gradually coming towards Li Chongjun.

Who is Li Chongjun?

The person who has been coming and going with swords for many years has long been calm and calm. His body paused slightly and then floated away for a few steps.

When he looked again, Zhan Kui raised his wrists high and had already put the dough back on the chopping board.

At that moment, his hands were as fast as lightning, and he could see his dark brown fingers flying around, stretching out and pecking at the white bowl filled with banana paste and diced pineapple, like a chicken eating rice. He touched his two palms again, and spread his fingers evenly on it.

As soon as the flour cake is sprinkled, the fruit pieces are evenly embedded on the cake, all of the same size, no different.

Li Chongjun's face was calm, but he was greatly surprised in his heart, and his hands were secretly placed on his waist.

Zhan Kui's face was as sinking as water, like a pine quilt. He picked up the edge of the dough and shook it very gently.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and Li Chongjun felt his eyes go dark. The dough was like a dark cloud, making a clanging sound, with a slight protrusion in the center, and came straight to his face. It was originally a very soft and loose dough.

The force was as hard as a rock, and it was obvious that he had stored up a lot of energy in it to take Li Chongjun's life. His speed and ruthlessness were unbelievable!

Without thinking too much, Li Chongjun straightened his body, and the shakuyou sword was already in his hand. Li Chongjun's body was like a swimming dragon, the tip of the sword was slightly raised, and he faced him.

Only the fragrance of pomelo remains!

The cold stars floated, and the sword of the ruler pomelo rang, piercing the center of the dough cake.

Li Chongjun, who has practiced martial arts for many years, has completely focused on this attack. A flash of blue light seemed to be an understatement, but in a moment, he had fired fifteen moves, recruiting and changing.

With fifteen soft sounds, the dough cracked from the inside out into sixteen portions.

The internal force poured into it had not yet dissipated, so it turned around and transformed into sixteen golden arrows, which struck at the major points all over Li Chongjun's body.

The Chi You Sword burst out with the sound of a phoenix chant, and Li Chongjun screamed, but he did not refuse or block it. He put his left hand on his back and poked it out with just his right hand. There seemed to be thousands of sword energies in front and behind him, and the sixteen

The noodle cakes gradually flew closer and closer, until they were one foot away from the body, but they could no longer get closer. Instead, they turned around and flew towards Zhan Kui.

Zhan Kui refused to evade, but his face was extremely frightened and confused.

Li Chongjun suddenly threw the sword out with his backhand, and the flying momentum of the dough dropped sharply, falling straight down. With several soft "pah pah pah" sounds, it actually landed flatly on the oiled iron plate on the stove.

All gathered in a circle.

There was another crisp sound of "ding--", and the chiyou sword landed impartially in the center of the round cake surrounded by sixteen pieces of dough.

It turned out that the dough was extremely sticky, and a few crumbs stuck to the sword body, causing it to fall off.

A strange fragrance rose, and Li Chongjun straightened up without moving, he was already in a daze.

After a long time, he said hoarsely: "You don't know martial arts?"

Zhan Kui picked out the ruler pomelo sword from the center of the noodle cake and said: "No. I just wanted to give you a piece of cake to eat so that I can exchange for your sword, but unexpectedly I lost my hand." Li Chongjun took the sword and said: "Then you

Why do you want my sword?"

Zhan Kui used a small silver spatula to turn the cake over and said, "I just don't have a good knife to cut the cake. Seeing that your sword is the right size, I thought..."

The cake made a "sizzling" sound on the iron plate, and the kitchen was surrounded by a sweet aroma.

It's thick like honey, yet refreshing like dew, with a hint of burnt aroma of wheat.

Even though Li Chongjun had eaten countless foods, he had never smelled such a strange aroma, and he couldn't help but make a "gurgling" sound in his stomach.

Zhan Kui said lightly: "This cake is also a flavor snack, you can try it."

The door curtain clicked, and Lu Xiaoxian and Liu Qi walked in.

Lu Xiaoxian looked at them strangely: "Master Zhan, do you know him?"

Before Zhan Kui could answer, Li Chongjun said first: "I didn't know him before, but now I know him!"

Lu Xiaoxian pointed at Zhan Kui and said to Li Chongjun: "Prince, don't underestimate him, he has the reputation of being the best chef in the world!"

Li Chongjun laughed loudly and said: "Master Zhan, let's go out first. When your bread is cooked, bring it to my table."

After saying that, Li Chongjun and Lu Xiaoxian returned to the upstairs seating area, with Liu Qi standing aside to wait on them.

Li Chongjun thought about the situation just now and couldn't help but sigh: "The best chef in the world is really not easy!"

Lu Xiaoxian glanced at him: "The White Swordsman who dominated the world back then was also not simple!"

While he was talking, Zhan Kui had already carried a white jade plate up the stairs. In the middle was a neatly stacked stack of golden noodle cakes. On the side was a small white jade plate, filled with half a plate of green and yellow paste.

juice, with some scarlet powder sprinkled on top.

Zhan Kui put the plate on the table, and a strong fruity aroma descended from the air, and it seemed to stick to the tip of Li Chongjun's nose, lingering. 510 Literature

Li Chongjun smelled the hot and strange aroma and asked, "What is the name of this cake?"

Liu Qi introduced at the side: "Making this cake requires constant throwing, so it is called 'Tianzhu throwing cake'."

"Young master, please use it slowly!" Zhan Kui said to Lu Xiaoxian, and then withdrew.

"Try it!" Lu Xiaoxian gestured.

Li Chongjun picked up a piece with chopsticks, dipped it into the sauce on the plate, and put it into his mouth.

It feels crispy at first, and after a little chewing, a bone-chilling aroma emerges.

I don't know what was added to the juice. It is sour and sweet. It makes people shudder when it sticks to the tip of the tongue.

The dough is light and soft, and when you bite into the diced pineapple wrapped in the cake, the refreshing juice spurts out; when you take another bite, you can taste the greasy taste of banana paste again.

Everything in the cake is sweet, with distinct layers, and it doesn't feel too chewy at all. What's rare is that the moistness of the pineapple, the softness of the banana paste, the toughness of the dough, the crispness of the crust, and the strength of the sauce are all perfectly combined.

The clothes were seamless. I nodded slightly.

Liu Qi introduced: "Master Zhan's pancakes are unique, and there are also salty and fresh ones, including chives and eggs, sea vegetables and shrimp fillet. No matter how much is made every day, the supply is always in short supply!"

Lu Xiaoxian knew Zhan Kui's ability. He smiled and said: "As long as you can practice it well, you will be good at it."

Li Chongjun felt a faint movement in his heart, with mixed feelings, and he unconsciously recalled his time as a swordsman.

Everyone says that the White Swordsman is very powerful, and they praise and pat him, but they don’t know how much hardship he endured in order to gain this fame in the world of mortals.

This truth was explained by Lu Xiaoxian today: "Once you practice your skills, you will be able to practice them well."

Li Chongjun was deeply moved for a moment.

After lunch, Lu Xiaoxian stood up and said: "Let's go! Go play polo!"

Li Chongjun nodded and followed Lu Xiaoxian toward the building.

Liu Qi hurriedly raised the sword Li Chongjun placed on the corner of the table behind him and shouted: "Prince, your sword!"

Li Chongjun did not look back, but continued walking down with his head held high. His voice came from far away: "This sword was given to Master Zhan, let him cut and throw the cakes!"

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Polo, also called "Polo Ball", was introduced to the Tang Dynasty from Persia.

The ball used in polo is made of wood, with a hollow center and painted surface, and is as big as a fist. In some poems, it is often called "colored ball", "painted ball", "seven treasure ball", "fragrance ball", etc.

Good name.

The club used for hitting the ball is called a stick, which is made of wood or rattan, several feet long, and has a crescent-shaped top. Some of the clubs are painted on the outside, and some are wrapped with animal skins.

The horses ridden by polo players are also very distinctive. This horse looks more handsome than ordinary horses and is not so fat. The tail of the horse is pulled up. It was called "tail binding" at that time. The purpose of "tying tail" is to prevent the horse from riding.

When running on the court, pony tails get entangled with each other and cause accidents.

Of course, there is another way to deal with the tail of the horse used for batting, which is to shorten it.

Playing polo requires special horses and a wide court. These two conditions determine that polo is a game for nobles. Ordinary people either do not have a suitable venue or the corresponding horses.

There is a golf course built in the imperial city, and it is impossible for Lu Xiaoxian to go to the imperial city to play polo. As for the golf course in a private residence in Chang'an City, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford. Wu Sansi's Prince Liang's Mansion certainly cannot be considered as such.

It’s for ordinary people.

Liang Wangfu's golf course is very particular, and a lot of effort has been put into smoothing the ground.

"The pitch is as flat as a stone" This is one of the signs of a good golf course, and it should be done so that no dust can be raised despite the galloping horses' hooves during the batting process. If the dust is too loud, it will not only affect the line of sight, but also make the spectators cover their noses and go away.

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The construction technology used in Liang Wangfu's stadium is to pour oil into the soil, wait until the oil penetrates into the soil evenly, and then compact and flatten it. In this way, the ground of the constructed stadium is not only smooth but also dust-free.

Not to mention the value of the land occupied by the stadium, the expenditure on oil alone is already quite large.

After everyone arrived, everyone got on their horses and divided into teams. Li Chongjun, Wu Yanxiu and Xue Chongjian were on one side, and Li Chongrun, Wu Chongxun and Li Longji were on the other side, and each of them added a few slave boys.

Wu Yanji was worried about his father's side and had no intention of playing. Lu Xiaoxian was not familiar with the rules of polo and planned to wait and see first, but did not play.

The next moment, the servants outside the field beat the drum and sounded the copper, and the game began.

Polo players galloped on the field on horseback. Both sides wore white and ocher narrow-sleeved robes, turbans on their heads, and black boots on their feet. They held the horse's reins in one hand and held the club in the other.

Everyone's horsemanship skills were so superb that for a moment the ball was flying around the field and dust was flying.

Lu Xiaoxian watched for a long time and found that Wu Yanxiu had the highest skills.

I saw him galloping and striking, the wind driving the lightning, he repeatedly broke through the obstructions of several county kings, and broke straight into the goal.
Chapter completed!