The large school field next to the main hall of Xianyang Palace was packed with people, like a busy city, all eager to watch the upcoming martial arts competition.
One side is the most famous and invincible general in the Qin State.
On the other side is an immortal swordsman from Zhao who has gained a great reputation and has outstanding achievements.
Everyone wants to see how the two of them decide the outcome.
Under the sunshine, three high platforms were set up on the side of the main hall, and seats were arranged. The one in the middle was of course the throne of King Zhuang Xiang and the crown prince and concubine.
The left stage was filled with ministers and military generals headed by Yang Quanjun and Wang □.
In addition to Lu Buwei on the right stage, Meng Ao and ministers close to Lu Buwei were all present. Li Si was also one of them. He was not qualified to attend, but because he cared about Xiang Shaolong, he lobbied for a seat with his sharp tongue.
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Others with lower status could only stand around the school field and watch the battle.
Qin soldiers with bright armor and taller bodies than other people from the Six Kingdoms stood guard on the long steps of the main hall and around the three stands. Their long swords shone brightly in the sun, adding to the solemn and murderous atmosphere.
At this time, Lu Buwei, Xiang Shaolong and others had just arrived by car. After getting off the bus, they walked to the right platform. They immediately caused a commotion and everyone gave instructions and shouts to Xiang Shaolong.
Lu Buwei let out a sigh of relief and whispered in Xiang Shaolong's ear: The people of Qin are fond of martial arts, and they value heroes the most. This battle requires victory and no defeat."
This morning, Xiang Shaolong used the method in Mo's Supplementary Volume to promote Qi and breathe out. At this moment, he was really energetic and full of confidence, and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu."
Lu Buwei said: "The man in the black uniform in the left stand is Qiu Risheng. Don't forget his appearance." His tone revealed deep hatred.
Xiang Shaolong looked as he was told and saw nearly a hundred people on the stage focusing on him. He responded with a smile and nodded. He glanced at Qiu Risheng and looked away.
Lu Buwei led him up to the stand, introduced everyone, sat down, and asked Tu Xian behind him: "Is Wang Jian here?"
Tuxian replied: "You should be here but you don't know where you are?"
The horn sounded.
Surrounded by imperial guards, King Zhuang Xiang, dressed in a dragon robe, led Xiao Pan, Zhu Ji, Lady Xiuli, Prince Qi Chongqiao and a group of concubines, out of the palace and towards the central stand.
All the sergeants stood upright and saluted, and everyone else on stage and off stage knelt down to greet him. For a moment, the entire campus was silent.
Xiang Shaolong secretly praised in his heart, just by looking at this situation, he could see the majesty of the King of Qin and the obedience and discipline of the Qin people.
It wasn't until King Zhuang Xiang and the princes and princesses sat down on the stage, and the attendant announced that everyone should sit down flat, that they returned to their previous appearance, but everyone stopped talking and waited for King Zhuang Xiang's announcement.
The chamberlain sang: "Where is Xiang Shaolong?"
Xiang Shaolong stood up quickly, took off his outer robe, revealing his perfect figure, walked down the stage to the front of the main stage, and paid a courtesy visit to King Qin.
King Zhuang Xiang looked at Xiang Shaolong happily and nodded in appreciation.
He has lived abroad for a long time and can basically be regarded as an outsider, so he has a special affection for the young swordsman who came from Zhao Guo and rescued his wife.
The chamberlain called out again: "Where is General Wang Jian?"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of hoofbeats, and a horse was seen galloping from the palace gate like a whirlwind.
The crowd burst into loud cheers and gave way one after another, allowing the rider to ride straight into the center of the field.
In terms of momentum, Xiang Shaolong obviously lost a lot.
Wang Jian's riding skills were astonishing. In just one ride, he had already made difficult postures such as diving, leaning on his side, etc. When he was about to stop, he miraculously got under the horse's belly, climbed on the horse's back from the other side, and then jumped off the horse.
He knelt down on the ground and shouted: "The last general, Wang Jian, has come to see my king!"
The crowd roared with earth-shattering cheers and cheers again, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.
Everyone on Lu Buwei's stage, including Wu Yingyuan and Tao Fang who had deep confidence in Xiang Shaolong, saw that his riding skills were so amazing, their confidence was shaken, not to mention Lu Buwei and other people who didn't know Xiang Shaolong's ability.
King Zhuang Xiang looked surprised and nodded frequently.
Because Zhu Ji had a special liking for Xiang Shaolong, she was so nervous that she grabbed Xiao Pan's hand and realized that Xiao Pan's palms were also sweating.
But everyone on Yang Quanjun's stage was excited, as if Xiang Shaolong's defeat had become a final decision. Wang Jian stood tall and looked at Xiang Shaolong.
Xiang Shaolong happened to look over with a smile, and everyone slapped each other in the face.
Both sides looked surprised at the same time, both surprised by the other's figure and demeanor.
This Wang Jian is indeed as fair and delicate as Wu Yingyuan said, but it is not enough to describe his true appearance.
He is at most half an inch shorter than Xiang Shaolong. He wears a red and black warrior uniform and a rattan vest. He has broad shoulders and a thick back. He has a sturdy build, giving him the impression of a heroic figure.
He has a high nose and deep eyes, a pair of eyes that are profound and unpredictable, and his black head is tied in a short bun with a red rope, with both ends hanging down to the back of the neck, making it even more majestic.
Xiang Shaolong appreciated in his heart, smiled and saluted, secretly thinking that with such a talent, it is no wonder that he can help Xiaopan conquer the country and unify the six countries in the future.
Seeing Xiang Shaolong's friendly expression, Wang Jian relaxed his expression and returned the courtesy politely, but his eyes were still full of hostility.
At this time, the purpose and function of this competition was read out by the chamberlain at the main stage. Of course, some of them encouraged the officials and emphasized the importance of maintaining the martial style.
At the end, the chamberlain said loudly: "This competition will be held in two parts, first the riding and shooting competition, and then the swordsmanship competition."
Xiang Shaolong complained in his heart, thinking that although his riding skills have improved greatly recently, if he wants to compare with Wang Jian, he will not be able to do it even if he goes home and practices for a few more years.
Wang Jian loudly accepted the order, and Xiang Shaolong had no choice but to imitate him and accept his promise.
With a "whoosh" sound, Wang Jian flew onto his horse with a wonderful gesture and galloped away. When he reached the corner of the field and was about to rush into the crowd of spectators, he reined up his horse, turned its head, and turned around without touching the ground.
Come and stop suddenly.
Of course, there was another burst of cheers and applause.
Two sergeants had already set up an archery target from the side of the field and placed it in the middle of the vast campus.
At this time, Lu Buwei asked people to bring "Blast" over. Xiang Shaolong smiled calmly, jumped on the horse's back with a flick of his feet, then clamped the horse's belly, relying on the astonishing height of "Blast", he circled around and arrived.
Another corner of the school grounds also received a lot of cheers.
Wang Jian took out his iron bow from the saddle and raised it over his head, which immediately elicited a burst of praise.
Xiang Shaolong knew that he was full of confidence, so he prepared to perform archery skills. He collected his mind and shouted to Wang Jianyao: "How can a dead target be like a living target? What if Brother Wang shoots three arrows? I promise not to block it with a shield."
The entire audience fell silent immediately, but all eyes showed disbelief, as if they were guessing whether this person was seeking death.
Xiang Shaolong knew that he was in trouble. Instead of waiting for defeat, he would take a risk and rely on his own swordsmanship and skill to deal with the opponent's cavalry and shooting. If he could succeed, he would be able to overcome this level.
Wang Jian was obviously not a villain who wanted to take advantage. He shouted in a deep voice: "Arrows are ruthless. Brother Xiang has thought clearly."
Xiang Shaolong saluted King Zhuang Xiang from a distance and said, "Please give me your permission."
King Zhuang Xiang hesitated for a while and then expressed his approval with his gesture.
The nearly two thousand people in the audience immediately held their breath and waited for the thrilling scene to appear.
Wang Jian raised the bow with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled out four long arrows from the quiver behind his back and clamped them between his five fingers. His skillful gestures made people feel that he was going to shoot these four arrows as easily as breathing.
Xiang Shaolong secretly called to his mother, it turned out that this person had been hiding his secrets, making outsiders think that he could only use three arrows, and it was only now that he revealed his true skills to others.
There was silence.
Wang Jian laughed and said: "Iron bows and arrows can penetrate any shield. Brother Xiang, it doesn't matter if he uses a shield. Be careful." He pinched the horse's belly slightly, and the war horse rushed forward with hoofs.
Xiang Shaolong looked up to the sky and smiled, clapped his horse and rushed towards him, but he took the arrow from the side closer to King Zhuang Xiang, forcing him not to dare to shoot in the direction of King Zhuang Xiang, so as to defeat his sharpness.
The two riders nearly separated and exchanged positions.
Wang Jian whipped his horse's head and turned around without waiting.
Xiang Shaolong's mind entered the Mohist secret of keeping quiet. The world seemed to have completely stopped at this moment, and there was nothing else outside the King's Shrine.
At the same time, they urged their horses to greet Wang Jian.
As long as he can get close to Wang Jian and avoid the four arrows, this riding and archery competition should be over.
The two riders approached quickly, from a distance of over a thousand steps to within 700 steps.
"Teng"
Wang Jian pulled the bowstring first, but somehow, one of the arrows landed on the bowstring.
In an instant, the bow was filled with arrows.
Xiang Shaolong has never seen such a fast arrow, it almost reached the front door as soon as it left the string.
Fortunately, his reaction was ten times faster than that of ordinary people. With a loud shout, a wave of blood shot out from his back and hit the arrow head diagonally.
The whole audience, regardless of friend or foe, cheered loudly.
Xiang Shaolong rides his horse, draws his sword, and strikes quickly. He performs several movements in one go, with smooth flow, and the angles and timing are just right. He shows the ultimate beauty of movement and strength, which makes all viewers deeply shocked and cheering for him.
This also shows the straightforward and sincere character of Qin people.
There was a clear "dang" sound, and the iron arrow flew sideways and fell to the ground.
Wang Jian shouted "Okay" and disappeared suddenly, hiding under the horse's belly.
Xiang Shaolong was horrified in his heart. The force of the opponent's arrow just now was so shocking that it made his whole right arm numb. He almost dropped his hand and dropped the Blood Wave Blade. Wang Jian was nowhere to be seen at this time, which meant that he couldn't even shoot any arrows.
You know, can you be surprised?
The campus was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be suspended.
Only the thunderous galloping sound of the war horses was left.
The two sides moved closer from 700 steps to 500 steps.
Ignoring the sound of the string, looking from Xiang Shaolong's perspective, two arrows were shot out from under the belly of the horse that was slightly tilted to the right at the same time. One arrow was aimed at Xiang Shaolong's heart, and the other arrow was shot toward his thigh. It was absolutely certain.
Xiang Shaolong's precise position when the arrow hit was astonishing.
Xiang Shaolong knew that since he was 200 steps closer than before, and the pain and numbness in his arm had not yet recovered, it would be impossible to deflect the opponent's more powerful arrow with his arm strength.
At the same time, purely based on instinct and intuition, Lightning flew out to meet another powerful arrow.
Everyone still had no time to distract themselves from worrying about him. With a "click" sound, the sword hilt knocked the powerful arrow away. There was a burning pain in the toe of the shoe below. The powerful arrow missed the target and landed diagonally upward in front of Xiang Shaolong.
Sweep, reach the highest point, and then fall down.
The two riders were now only three hundred paces apart.
Xiang Shaolong suddenly felt that something was wrong. It turned out that the last arrow had been shot silently from the side of the horse's neck. The angle was so tricky that it was impossible to escape unless he got off the horse's back. But at this time, it was too late.
Xiang Shaolong's entire arm was so painful that it was difficult to even lift or put it down. Holding the blood wave was just a pretense. With a loud shout, he drew out the wooden sword hanging on the side of the horse with his left hand, and barely swung it at the opponent's last step.
On the arrow.
"puff"
The iron arrows were swept away.
The whole audience cheered loudly, and even Wang Jian couldn't help shouting "Okay" again, hung the iron bow back on the horse's back, drew out his sword, and rushed towards Xiang Shaolong.
Xiang Shaolong didn't dare to be careless, the blood wave returned to his back, he swung the wooden sword in his left hand, slapped his horse and rushed forward.
The two passed by each other, and a series of clattering sounds of wood and iron resounded throughout the school grounds.
Xiang Shaolong found out that his opponent's arm strength was even better than his own. He was stunned and deliberately galloped to the end of the field before turning back to his horse, so as to gain some time for his right arm to recover.
At this time, all viewers could see their hearts rising to the top of their throats.
Wang Jian raised his sword high and galloped towards him.
Xiang Shaolong handed the wooden sword to his right hand, took a deep breath, and galloped towards this tenacious opponent.
The two horses approached quickly, and when they were about fifty paces away, Xiang Shaolong, riding on the horse that had been gifted to him by Ji Yanran from the pretty girl in pink, suddenly increased in size and flew as fast as arrows, arriving in front of Wang Jian's horse like a cloud and mist.
Xiang Shaolong used the "whirlwind style" of the three major killing moves in the supplementary list of Mozi, which uses offense as defense. The wooden sword flew up into the air, spun in a circle, accumulated the force to the limit, and swept away with one sword.
Due to the sudden increase of the opponent's horses, Wang Jian made a misjudgment, and his plan to win by equestrian skills came to nothing. Then he was confused by the opponent's strange moves, and when the sword wind was facing his face, he barely managed to block with his sword.
Xiang Shaolong made this strange move because he was afraid of his horseback skills. If he was allowed to figure out the speed of the strong wind and his own sword path, he would definitely lose in a long fight. For Wang Jian, he was more agile and comfortable on horseback than on horseback.
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There was a loud "dang" sound, and Wang Jian almost brought his sword to chop him off his horse. This was not only because Xiang Shaolong's sword used the principles of nature to strengthen its momentum, but also because of the weight of the wooden sword itself, which caused such an accident.
Results.
Wang Jian leaned on the horse's back to guard against Xiang Shaolong's attack.
Xiang Shaolong's wooden sword made several sword shadows appear on his upper right. At the same time, while the two horses were passing by, he stretched out his foot and tapped Wang Jian's thigh twice. However, everyone's eyes were focused on his wooden sword.
, and the horse body blocks most people's sight, so except for the two warring parties who know it well, no third person knows.
Of course Wang Jian knew that he would be merciful.
Xiang Shaolong knew it was time and waved his wooden sword towards Lu Buwei on the stage, signaling the agreed upon signal.
At this time, the two riders exchanged positions and faced each other from a distance.
Wang Jian had a dejected look on his face. He was a hero. He would lose when he lost and refused to give up. Just when he was about to abandon his sword and admit defeat, Lu Buwei suddenly stood up and shouted: "Stop!"
Everyone looked at him in astonishment.
Lu Buwei walked to the edge of the stage, knelt down to King Zhuang Xiang and said: "Xiang Shaolong and Wang Jian are equally matched in terms of swordsmanship and riding skills. I don't want to see any damage to either of them. I ask your Majesty to rule this battle as a deadlock."
As a result, both of them were awarded the title of Tutor to the Crown Prince at the same time and took on the heavy responsibility of training the Crown Prince."
Half of the people in Yang Quanjun's booth looked stunned. They didn't expect Lu Buwei to accommodate such a large number of people. Although they couldn't see Xiang Shaolong's two feet on Wang Jian's legs, Wang Jian almost fell off his horse from the attack just now.
, but everyone saw it and knew that he was at a disadvantage.
King Zhuang Xiang nodded slightly and said to Xiang Shaolong: "What do you think of Xiang Qing's family? Are you willing to let it go?"
When he said this, he naturally saw that Xiang Shaolong had a greater chance of winning.
Anyone with a discerning eye would not be optimistic about Wang Jian if he looked at him.
Xiang Shaolong returned to the scabbard of his sword and said respectfully: "General Wang is unparalleled in cavalry and shooting, and his swordsmanship is unparalleled. I admire him the most. Lu Xiangguo's proposal is like the dew in a long drought. I accept the order and enjoy it as sweet as a cake."
King Zhuang Xiang laughed, stood up, and announced: From today on, Xiang Shaolong and Wang Jian are both the Crown Prince and Tutor, and they will serve the Crown Prince together regardless of their rank."
The sound of harvesting resounded loudly.
The person who is most grateful is Wang Jian. The position of Crown Prince and Tutor is so important to him, otherwise it would be difficult to carry out his ambitions.
The happiest person was Lu Buwei. Xiang Shaolong taught him this skill which was really beautiful and won him a lot of praise. This was a sweet taste that he had never tasted in the Qin Kingdom.
Zhu Ji was so excited that she held Xiaopan's hand tightly, leaned into his ear and said, "The nectar of a long drought is as sweet as sugar. Is there anyone in the world who speaks more beautifully than your master?"
Xiao Pan's eyes looked at this only relative, nodding.
Amidst the cheers, Xiang Shaolong and Wang Jian rode together to the main stage and dismounted to express their gratitude.
When everyone in the audience knelt to see off King Zhuang Xiang, Wang Jian whispered: "Thank you."
Xiang Shaolong also replied in a low voice: "This is a secret between you and me. Brother Wang, please treat me to a drink."
Wang Jian was worried that he would publicize it later, so he was so grateful that he agreed repeatedly.
At this time, all the princes and ministers came down from the stage and rushed to congratulate the two people.
Xiang Shaolong took the opportunity to come to Wang □ and sincerely thanked him for giving him this opportunity. Wang □ immediately felt very proud, as if he had really lifted Xiang Shaolong with his own hands.
Lu Buwei had made an agreement with him long ago, so he would not blame him for showing favor to the king and congratulating Wang Jian directly in order to win people's hearts.
King Zhuang Xiang smiled when he saw the result was so satisfactory.
Except for Yang Quanjun and a few die-hards who looked gloomy because they could not defeat Xiang Shaolong, everyone was elated and beaming with joy after witnessing such a miraculous martial arts competition.