Regarding Tian Deping’s curse, Wu Ma doesn’t want others to know about it yet.
"She said she could help with the peace talks," Wu Ma then said nonchalantly: "In exchange, I will do her a favor." This was the best excuse he could think of in a short time.
Unfortunately, facing Yuwen Jianxue who is increasingly fond of using his brain to think about problems, this excuse does not seem to be as sufficient as he imagined.
"Really?" Yuwen Jianxue's eyes were full of suspicion, "Do you need to avoid me when it comes to peace talks?"
"How do I know...she was about to say it," Wu Ma smiled and pointed to her chest, "Speaking of which, you really know how to choose the right time."
"Okay, it's my fault that I don't know how to wink."
"how come."
"Do you still remember how during the night attack on the Turkic camp, she counterattacked and almost failed the perfect divine decree?" Yuwen Jianxue glanced at Qingxia, "I'm worried that she has bad intentions."
"It is certain that we have bad intentions, but at least we have taken action. We have a way to deal with it," Wu Ma smiled, "You know, the most difficult person to deal with only shows up at [Solchuk] and leaves.
We are dead, and we were never given a chance to draw our swords from the beginning to the end."
"snort."
Yuwen Jianxue did not entangle any further. She knew that Wu Ma said that the most difficult person to deal with was Shi Bi, but for her, she vaguely felt that Qingxia was her nemesis.
The dance segment of "Solchuk" continued amidst the lively singing and music accompaniment. After the first piece of music with the theme of dancing, the musicians accelerated the tempo and entered "Chechtman" (meaning enthusiastic
dance hall).
The musicians only sang and played without dancing, the people only danced without singing, the rhythm of the beat became more and more compact, and everyone's dancing postures gradually changed from dignified and graceful to cheerful, enthusiastic and unrestrained.
Qingxia leaned towards the dancing horse again with a long beat. Yuwen Jianxue, who had long been in a super sensitive state, noticed something strange the moment Qingxia moved her first dance step, and her own position was always close.
Dancing horse.
So, by coincidence, just before Qingxia performed a few brisk little steps and leaned on the dancing horse again, Yuwen Jianxue danced and moved, just getting stuck in the middle of the two people.
"Sister Ashue,"
Qingxia turned to lean on Yuwen Jianxue's shoulder, and her brisk laughter reached Yuwen Jianxue's ears, "In our Turks, dance is not done like this." She glanced at Yuwen Jianxue, who looked a little hasty and clumsy.
footsteps.
"Really?" Yuwen Jianxue shook his shoulders slightly, bounced Qingxia up, and spun half a circle on the spot, as if the two of them had completed a tacit cooperation, "You can teach me, I think
, in terms of dancing, I am much better at dancing than horse dancing."
As she spoke, her feet gradually entered the rhythm. In just a few clicks, she met Qingxia, and her dance steps were smart and powerful. At that time, Jinyang was close to the Turkic area, and barbarian customs had been introduced from the north, and the dance of the Turks was very early.
It appeared at the banquets of the Han people, and later some of the songs even became frequent guests in dance music programs. Yuwen Jianxue was born to practice martial arts, his body was soft and flexible, and he had seen a lot of the dances of the Hu people, so he naturally learned it with ease.
"Why try to be brave? Some abilities are innate."
Not to be outdone, Qingxia stepped forward to greet them. The two responded to each other, advancing and retreating, leaping and moving, just like two light butterflies dancing, attracting a crowd of Turkic men to watch.
The young man from the West came over again, stood beside the two of them, and clapped and cheered.
As if inspired by the enthusiasm of the two dancing, more and more people gathered around the circle. Moteqim, who was in charge of hosting, also became excited. He raised the leather drum in his hand and beat it vigorously, and the music entered.
Chapters of "Chait Doman" (love at first sight) and "Seraimu" (dare to pursue love).
The rhythm of the dance is getting faster and faster. Under the leadership of [Igong Tubixi], a group of Turkic men volunteered to take on the green leaves of the two red flowers, matching the dancing steps and postures of the flowers, and
A small circle was formed around the flowers, and a neat horse-riding dance was performed. Under the light of the bonfire, everyone's face seemed to be dancing with a ball of fire, and the scene became more enthusiastic and unrestrained.
Yuwen Jianxue could no longer think about how she danced with Qingxia. She only knew that she could not lose this match under any circumstances. Otherwise, her morale would be depleted and future duels would be even more difficult.
It's just that she is a martial artist after all, not a dancer. At this moment, she is at Qingxia's home court, dancing an alien dance. As the rhythm continues to accelerate, she feels more and more strenuous. She only relies on a will to never admit defeat.
He was holding on with strength. Seeing that the pace under his feet was gradually getting tighter, and he was about to lose his rhythm in a few steps, suddenly he saw Mote Qim beating the leather drum three times in a row, and shouted "Stage (fight for love)!"
"
The tempo of the music quickened again, like a pair of chopsticks tapping continuously on the table.
"Miss Axue!" the translator quickly came closer and reminded, "Twirl in circles! This section requires spinning, and whoever can persist to the end is the winner!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingxia had already raised her hands flat and started to spin on tiptoes. Yuwen Jianxue imitated her and started to spin in circles. Perhaps she had worked too hard when dancing before, and she soon felt dizzy and almost fell down.
on the ground, but gritted his teeth and persisted.
The surrounding Turkic youths also surrounded the two of them and began to spin vigorously. The [Igo Tibixi] even moved closer to the two of them, shaking their shoulders and padding their feet, and began to spin.
"Dancer," the translator hurriedly pulled the dancing horse, "you should also turn around quickly...otherwise it will be terrible."
"Um?"
"The final winner of this [Stage] stage will be rewarded with the opportunity to choose a person of the opposite sex in the field to go on a date alone. The chosen one will never refuse. Think about it, with Miss A Xue's appearance and style
, these Turkic barbarians have to risk their lives to escape. Don’t get to the end, if any barbarian really gets it, you won’t have time to cry.”
Wu Ma looked around and said with a smile: "With Ah Xue's skills, even if we go out alone, I don't believe anyone here can take advantage of her." After saying this, he kicked the ground with his feet, and people were stunned.
It also started to spin.
His body is straight, with his toes standing on tiptoe, only his toes are touching the ground a little bit. He spins with the foot on the ground as the fulcrum as the rhythm changes, raising and lowering the other leg, creating a dance style of his own, which looks simple, elegant and generous.
The translator's eyes gleamed when he saw it, "Oh my God, Mr. Dancer, you're so pretty when you spin these times."
After a while, a few little Turkic girls wearing felt hats with silver bells gathered around the dancing horse. They were laughing and joking, a little shy, but also bold and brave like prairie girls, accompanied by the crisp sound of silver bells.
There was a loud sound, and the dancing horse started to spin around. A girl stumbled under her feet, and she fell onto the dancing horse, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.
The dancing horse politely took the other person's arm and helped her up. The girl took advantage of this moment and put a blue silk handkerchief into the dancing horse's arms. There were cheers and cheers all around, and several little girls rushed to throw it into the dancing horse's arms.
Silk handkerchief. Soon, Wu Ma grabbed a lot of them.
"Master Dancer," the translator hurriedly came over and picked up a silk handkerchief from the arms of the dancing horse, "This thing is called Doqi'er. It is used by Turkic women to show their love. Whose Doqi'er have you taken now? It's the next game.
During the session, they will offer you kumiss and sing to you... Oops, you took too much..."
Just as he was talking, a Turkic girl came over with a sullen face, snatched the Duoqier from his hand, and stuffed it into the arms of the dancing horse. "Yes," the translator said, "I don't care, how many do you like?
Count how many."
Wu Ma was holding a lot of Douqier in his hand, but he was thinking that it would be a good idea to wait until the girls show their good intentions later, and chat with them to see if they could get any news.
On the other side, the circle competition has reached a fierce stage. The young men who had previously circled around Yuwen Jianxue and Qingxia either quit the competition due to exhaustion or fell to the ground due to dizziness. Only the one [Yi] was left.
Igo Dobisei] was still insisting. After a while, [Igo Dobisei]'s face became paler and his steps were swaying. He accidentally stepped on a person who had fallen to the ground. His legs and feet twisted and he fell.
On the ground, he also withdrew from the game.
As a result, only Qingxia and Yuwen Jianxue were left in the venue.
Yuwen Jianxue's sight was already filled with stars. She was already dizzy, her soles were weak, and she was relying on her breath to hold on. There was only one thought left in her heart: I want to be the one who persists until the end.
She was so motivated by this idea that she ignored her body's ability to withstand it, and did not even notice that her legs and feet were extremely tired. The dizziness caused severe gastrointestinal discomfort, and she had the urge to lie on the ground and vomit at any time.
Suddenly, it felt like stepping on a pool of soft mud under my feet, and my whole body sank.
"It's over, but it's still not the end." She thought to herself.
At this time, a big hand grabbed her hand and stopped her falling. The hand was warm and it felt so familiar.
When Yuwen Jianxue woke up from the twilight, she realized that she was leaning in Wu Ma's arms, holding his hand tightly. She quickly let go and said thank you.
Looking around again, only Qingxia was still spinning in the circle. Amid the cheers of the crowd, she completed the finish with a beautiful leaping posture, and looked towards Yuwen Jianxue with a smile. Yuwen Jianxue
The warmth and breath of the dancing horse still remained in the palm of her hand, and she suddenly felt that although she did not persist to the end, she did not completely lose to the opponent in this battle. Perhaps, in a sense, she was even better.
Thinking of this, her mood quickly improved and she smiled calmly.
When Qingxia stopped spinning, Moteqim came to her side, "Princess, you have won the final victory, and you have the right to choose a young man present to have a separate date with you. You must exercise this
Rights?"
Qingxia looked around, and the young Turks volunteered one after another, "Choose me, choose me!" [Igo Tibixi] stood at the front, saying nothing, but giving Qingxia a firm look.
Qingxia pointed at the dancing horse and said, "I choose him." As soon as she finished her words, there were sighs of annoyance from all around.
"Are you sure?"
"Um."
"Do you want to exercise this right now?"
"No, wait until I need it."
"Distinguished guest," Mortheim turned to Dancing Horse, "I need to explain to you the rules of Stegai - the winner has the right to choose a person of the opposite sex to go on a date alone, and the chosen one must obey. This is right
The reward for the winner is also the punishment for the loser. Those who do not follow the rules will be punished by Tengger. If you go to Queleli for a walk, I believe you will not like it."
Wu Ma nodded. Yuwen Jianxue was behind him, lightly kicked his heels and said, "Congratulations, you guessed it a long time ago." Wu Ma shook his head.
After that, Moteqim shouted and entered the "Hu Gai Wan" (listening to the heart) segment. The music gradually calmed down, and the exhausted dancers sat in front of the tablecloths of each house to taste the soothing rhythm.
There was good wine and delicious food. The Turkic girls who had previously brought dörke to the dancing horse each went to the dancing horse's tablecloth to bring some cheese and dried meat.
Yuwen Jianxue suddenly saw the colorful silk handkerchief in front of Wu Ma, "What is this." "Douqier..." The translator probably explained it clearly to her. Yuwen Jianxue frowned, "Why are there so many."
"God knows," Wu Ma sighed, "I'm helpless too."
"Dong dong dong!" Suddenly a drum sound was heard.
"Now, let's get to the game," the host Moteqim shouted with excitement: "Grab Duoqier! First of all, we invite the winner of the previous round, Her Royal Highness Princess Ashinayan!"
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