In the end, Qingxia won the game of grabbing the Duoqier. When Moteqim asked her if she wanted to exercise the winner's right and kiss the dancing horse on the cheek, Qingxia said, "I'll keep it for now, and we'll talk about it later."
After this incident, Qingxia withdrew from the scene.
The person responsible for presiding over the entire Solchuk, [Yi Gong Tubisi], is really called Sunung Dalai, and his family has a high status among the Turkic tribes.
After Qingxia came off the field, Sunong Dalai was the second to stand in the center of the field, spinning around and waving his belt.
The belt whirred in mid-air, showing off his strong arms and strong fighting spirit.
Sunong Dalai invited Qingxia to fight, but was rejected without mercy. He easily defeated a Turkic woman who took the initiative to challenge, but Sunong Dalai found it boring. Even the sound of beating the opponent's leather drum was extremely dull.
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Ever since Sunong Dalai saw Qingxia who had returned from Han Dynasty, he felt that there was no other woman in the world who could be as mysterious and charming as Qingxia. She was not only extremely beautiful, but also independent, strong, self-reliant, and courageous.
Fighting for his own destiny in the face of power. These are what Sunung Dalai lacks, but they do not prevent him from longing for such a woman.
When the girl who lost to Sunong Dalai looked over shyly, waiting for him to kiss her cheek, Sunong Dalai walked off the field without looking back, leaving the girl covering her face and getting into the dark crowd in embarrassment.
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Sunong Dalai angrily found Qingxia, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her in front of him, "Have you forgotten that we two were engaged?"
Qingxia said nothing, frowned, and looked at the wrist he was holding.
Sunong Dalai felt as if he was pricked by her eyes, and quickly let go of his hand, only to find that he had left white fingerprints on Qingxia's wrist, "Sorry..."
"Dalai Lama," Qingxia said coldly: "This so-called engagement was made casually by Princess Yicheng, my stepmother, but I haven't agreed yet. The most important thing is that I have nothing to do with you.
Interested. Even if there is such an engagement, do you think it can bind me?"
"I'll get you,"
Sunong Dalai clapped his hands on his chest and made a loud sound, "I swear to Tengger, your Duoqier can only wipe away my sweat. You are destined to hold hands with me throughout this life, Tengger."
You will leave your blessings to me, not to that Han pretty boy."
Qingxia sneered.
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Yuwen Jianxue spent a lot of effort to squeeze into the innermost circle from the outside of the crowd. She watched the green clouds turn into a bright candlelight and circled behind the dancing horse at an excruciatingly slow speed.
A thick belt was slowly swung from the candlelight and hit the drum effortlessly.
"A fool can avoid it, but the dancing horse fell into the trap," Yuwen Jianxue said with a translator: "He definitely did it on purpose."
The translator said: "If there is such a good thing, I will win...but, having said that, Qingxia still has some real abilities."
"cut."
After the game, Qingxia did not exercise her rights as the winner for the time being, which did not make Yuwen Jianxue feel any better. The felt cloth under her buttocks was like a burning fire bed, making her restless.
Yuwen Jianxue had a very bad premonition - it was as if she had turned into a tiger with fat meat in its mouth, followed by another tiger with a taller stature and more ferocious momentum, pointing its mouth at her
There were a lot of lumps flowing from the fat meat. Yuwen Jianxue wanted to turn his head, bared his teeth and waved his claws at the evil tiger behind him, so that the opponent would retreat in spite of the difficulty, but the evil tiger instead rushed forward with great momentum.
"Miss A Xue from Han," a young man suddenly stood up and waved to Yuwen Jianxue, "I want to take your Duoqier home!"
Yuwen Jianxue quickly understood, and the other party launched Duo Qier's challenge to him.
"I accept." She immediately stood up and walked out of the crowd without hesitation.
She deliberately borrowed Duoqier from Qingxia, tied it tightly to a thick belt around her wrist, and then shook her wrist, waving the belt in the wind.
The challenger had just tied the leather drum behind her, and before she could stabilize her body, Yuwen Jianxue activated her awakening technique, and pieces of snowflakes fluttered beside her. Then her figure slipped and came to the side of the challenger.
Swinging the belt sideways, the hard knot on the head of the belt hit the center of the drum.
With a hoarse cracking sound, the leather pieces were scattered all over the ground. The Turkic people who were watching immediately became excited, and the cheers became louder and louder. From time to time, some people exclaimed, "Look, this Han girl
It’s really amazing.” “Look at the snowflakes next to her, this girl is Kulada!” “Amazing Kulada! She is a girl blessed by Tengger. Anyone who marries her will be lucky.
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With such praise, Yuwen Jianxue seems to have become the most popular person in the Duoqier game.
The young Turks who advocated bravery and competition rushed to stand up, looked at her with enthusiastic eyes, shouted Miss Axue's name, waved various belts in their hands, and challenged her to grab the Doqier.
"One by one."
Yuwen Jianxue will not reject anyone who comes.
She transferred her anger to the young Turks who showed their kindness to her. She smashed their leather drums with her iron-rod-like belt and let out painful howls.
She intentionally demonstrated to Qingxia, but this had an unexpected effect - the men on the grassland who liked to tame fierce horses became more interested in her, and the men who had not yet married made it their goal to conquer her in the Duoqier game.
This is the highest challenge in Salchuk and one after another is competing to take the field.
Even Moteqim, a young man named Bayan Azhan who hosted the game, asked others to take over his temporary refereeing rights, and he personally left the field and had a showdown with Yuwen Jianxue. Finally,
Bayan Azhan also relied on his superb martial arts skills to become the first person in Duoqier's game who did not have his drum smashed by Yuwen Jianxue.
Yuwen Jianxue's impression of Bayan Azhan was not bad. This Turkic young man maintained a polite and restrained attitude from beginning to end. He was a little more brave and bold than the Han people in the Central Plains, and a little more gentle and elegant than the barbarians in the grassland.
He was able to fight Yuwen Jianxue back and forth for several rounds quite fiercely. Even when the drum was knocked at the end, Bayan Azhan could smile calmly and showed a good demeanor.
During the game, Yuwen Jianxue's eyes drifted towards Wu Ma from time to time, but Wu Ma did not understand her intention at all and kept sitting calmly. "What a pity," Yu Wen Jianxue thought bitterly,
"You missed your chance to be the second warrior to not have your drum smashed."
After a while, Yuwen Jianxue finally couldn't help it. After beating the leather drums one after another and no one challenged him again, Yuwen Jianxue pointed in the direction of the dancing horse without saying a word.
My sweetheart, who was tasting the kumiss, cast an unconvinced look.
"Snow Maiden,"
After experiencing the failure of the challenge, Bayan Azhan continued to exercise the rights of [Motqim], "Are you going to challenge your companions to Duo Qier?"
"Yes, I challenge," Yuwen Jianxue looked directly at Wu Ma, "I will break the last leather drum tonight." What she was thinking was that since Qingxia and Wu Ma had snatched Duo Qier, then she
She must also compete with the dancing horse. If Qingxia wins the dancing horse, then she must also win.
She saw the dancing horse walking out of the crowd and scratched her head helplessly, "Do we need to waste time?"
As soon as he heard this, Yuwen Jianxue felt that his butt was being lit, and he swung his belt and hit the dancing horse in the face.
Wu Ma made a half-smiling expression. He was in much better condition than when he was playing with Qingxia just now. He only moved his steps slightly, leaving a trail of afterimages in place.
When Yuwen Jianxue was slightly dazed, Wu Ma gently touched Duo Qier from her arms without her noticing.
Even, in just a blink of an eye, Dancing Horse's fingers hit the flowers, and while the shadows of his fingers danced, he untied the knot that she had deliberately twisted for thousands of times. God knows how he did it, this must be
What nimble fingers.
After Wu Ma snatched Duoqier, he deliberately played with it and turned it around in his hands. Duoqier, which was originally only used to wipe sweat and express love, played with flowers in his hand, spinning forward, backward, and vertically.
It's like playing a magic trick.
"You did it on purpose," Yuwen Jianxue said with an ugly expression on her face as she walked in front of him, "you let it slip during the competition with Qingxia just now."
"I didn't understand the rules of the game at that time," Wu Ma put Duo Qier on her shoulders, "Looking at you playing so many games, I would be a fool if I didn't understand."
Yuwen Jianxue was only upset that she had lost to Qingxia again.
Mortheim and the dancing horse asked: "Distinguished guest, do you want to exercise the right of the winner - kiss her cheek."
The corners of Wu Ma's mouth were slightly raised, and she looked at Yuwen Jianxue.
At this moment, Yuwen Jianxue's heart was beating wildly, as if someone was beating a leather drum with a hard knot on his belt. After only a short while, she felt that her heart was like a leather drum.
They will all be beaten to pieces. This is all retribution for smashing someone else’s leather drum tonight!
But I heard the dancing horse laugh and say: "I won't use it for the time being, I will save it for the future."