Xiao Yun wanted to give Captain Literary some confidence. Instead of rushing to throw the ball, he jumped up and called Cuju with his right foot. He controlled Cuju with his right foot and saw the red ball flying up and down on his right foot.

, the toes, the insteps, the edges of the feet, the knees, the ankles, the chest, the back, he fiddled with them at will and flew around at will, dazzling the others, but the ball never hit the ground.

This revelation brought loud applause from the literati team, and even from the general team. Zhang Zishan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao, you are so damn secretive.

No wonder you deserve to be so happy, it turns out you are a Cuju master?"

"Excuse me, reward me?" Xiao Yun said with a playful laugh: "Cuju is not just for me, everyone has to work harder to let the military commander opposite see how good we are?"

"good!"

After his encouragement, everyone in the civilian team was in high spirits. Seeing that it had achieved the desired effect, Xiao Yun nodded and said to the military team opposite: "Brother Yang, are we here?" After saying that, he hooked his right foot.

The red ball that was spinning in the air was kicked out by him with a very cool Ling Yun kick. The red ball whirled and landed at the feet of a defender from the Literati team. The defender quickly passed it to one side.

Forward, go hand in hand.

The crowd shouted one after another, and the sound was no less than the fighting on the battlefield.

"Everyone is guarding, don't let them in?" Yang Yong guarded the gate and guarded the front. Several soldiers behind him also lined up one by one and stepped forward to intercept.

After all, a military general is a military general, and his physical quality is much better than that of a scholar who has no strength. His pace and flexible movements on the court can be easily displayed. The scholar team just received a Ling Yun Kick from Xiao Yun. Then

After the defender stepped forward for a few moments, he quickly rushed over and snatched the military team away halfway.

Except for Xiao Yun and Zhong Jun who played polo with the military generals team, the rest of the civilian team was indeed a beat slower than them. However, Cuju is about skills, not rampage, so the ball was intercepted and Xiao Yun

No matter how impatient he is, as long as he keeps the goal, he is not afraid of how the military generals attack.

At this time, the opponent rushed to the goal and was about to raise his foot to shoot. Xiao Yun was quick-witted and quick. He ignored one of the opponent's players and used a shovel on the side of his body to shovel the bright red ball back easily and neatly. He had already just

Showing his hand, the generals did not dare to look down upon him. Yang Yong shouted: "Stop him!"

Yang Hu, who was following Yang Yong, hurriedly arrived with the other two players, one on the left and one on the right, with Yang Hu in the middle, forming a triangle. Xiao Yun kept moving, with Yang Hu as the center, and slowly advanced.

After slowing down, Zhong Jun and Zhang Zishan finally caught up. Xiao Yun put the ball with his feet, and the ball was between his feet, rising and falling.

Suddenly fast and sometimes slowly, he walked his head, shoulders, back, chest, knees, legs and feet one by one. Yang Hu had never seen such skills before. His eyes flickered and he missed his position. Xiao Yun seized the opportunity and turned to one side of his body.

Turning his head, facing the obstacle, kicking and beating, there was a "wind swing", and he heard two whirring sounds in the air. The red ball passed by Yang Hu's feet and was passed out accurately.

The moment it came out,

Another member of the Military General Team hurriedly stepped forward to grab the ball. On the Civilian Team side, although Zhang Zishan was a little weaker in physical strength, his vision was not bad at all. Seeing that the ball was not far from the goal, if he passed it out again, he would inevitably be missed by the opponent.

He lifted up his robe and raised his right foot. At the moment when the opponent's player rushed over, he lifted the red ball with his toes. He turned sideways and the red ball spun around on his toes. Meng heard Zhang Zishan shout: "Go."

Bar!"

The ball made a crisp "pop!" sound, passed through two opposing players, and shot directly towards the goal.

"Stop him!" Yang Yong shouted.

But it was too late. The red ball was extremely fast, turning with a whistling sound, and turned into a long rainbow, shooting into the "Fengliu Eye". The iron Fengliu Eye still rippled and made a whirring sound.

"when!"

As soon as the bell rang, the referee stepped forward and raised a sign to the civilian team with a big "one" on it.

"Goal! Goal!" The civilian team shouted so loudly that it was no wonder. They originally thought they would lose, but now they not only scored a goal, but also took the lead. How can they not be happy?

"Brother Zhang, you have such good footwork, can't you tell?" Xiao Yun knew that the kick just now, no matter the timing, footwork, and especially the strength, this kick needed to throw away the red ball high and then watch the red ball.

The direction and position in the air, as well as the position of the "eye" of the opponent's goal, if you miss one of them, it will be difficult to grasp.

Xiao Yun thought he could do it, but in such a hurry, he might not be able to volley the ball, and it was even said that it hit the eye of a romantic.

Xiao Yun is an experienced person after all. With just one glance, he knew that Zhang Zishan's skills were not inferior to his. He laughed and said, "Brother Zhang, well done!"

"Hey, it's a fluke! It's just a fluke!" Zhang Zishan was also a little proud, and the timidity he had just now was completely released because of this ball.

In the Tang Dynasty, Cuju originated from the emperor's concubines, princes and nobles, down to the common people and ordinary people.

All three religions and nine schools love Cuju. Under the strong advocacy of the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty continued its atmosphere, and the whole country could play Cuju. There were even some Cuju people who made a living by playing football. For example, Gao Qiu, who was very skilled in football, was known for accompanying the Song Dynasty.

Huizong played football and was promoted to the commander of the palace.

People like Fang Guozhen also love Cuju and play a game of Cuju on weekdays. Zhang Zishan can't help but watch from the sidelines, but he likes this very much. Every time after watching it, he can't help but go back to figure it out and even practice it.

Fan, as a result, he actually developed a lot of skills.

Because of Zhang Zishan's good goal, the morale of the Wenren team improved a lot. According to the method mentioned by Xiao Yun, they surrounded the team from both sides, with forwards, defenders, and wingers playing slowly, steadily, and advancing slowly.

The atmosphere outside the stadium was lively. Hundreds of thousands of troops surrounded the entire stadium. Everyone shouted loudly and loudly.

Yang Yong is very familiar with Cuju and has good skills. From Xiao Yun's performance just now, he has already concluded that Xiao Yun's skills are not inferior to his. When he saw Zhang Zishan's flying kick, he was even more surprised. This

With a flying kick, a ball went into Fengliu's eye. This cannot be done with brute force alone. Without superb skills, the moon-sized Fengliu's eye cannot get in. If there is even a slight mistake, the ball may be

It's off track.

"Humph, this scholar underestimated him?" Yang Yong's eyes flashed, recalling the ball just now in his mind, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of fighting spirit in his eyes: "Don't think that you can win with this ball.

I!"

Because it rained for a while during the Lantern Festival, the sky rarely cleared up in the past two days, and the sunshine seemed warmer. The originally gloomy sky was cleared away by the spring sunshine.

The sky is clear and cloudless, surrounded by towering ancient trees, fragrant flowers and chirping birds, and in front of a small river, the water is trickling and extremely clear.

What a beautiful Jiangnan scenery!

On the opposite side of the river, there is a small attic. The attic stands under towering ancient trees, with upturned eaves and picturesque verandas surrounding it.

There are three floors in the small building. At this time, on the top floor, a double-pushed carved window lattice is wide open. A young man in white clothes, white belt, and white fan is standing in front of the window. Behind him is an ancient red lacquered table with a pot and a pot on it.

There is a fire in the stove, and there is water in the pot. The water is boiling. Next to the stove is a small coffee table. In the antique box on the coffee table, there are tea sets and tea leaves.

The sound of gurgling water and the rising mist of water make this small building in the south of the Yangtze River full of ancient charm.

The young man in front of the window was gently shaking his paper fan, and with his beautiful eyes, he was looking at the river not far away. On the other side of the river, there was a row of thatched houses, and a few children from whose family were sitting on the river.

Playing around, bursts of fun

Laughter, accompanied by a few buffalo calls. A few white-haired old people on the shore chattered, a little drunk, and a little playful. The parents of the East and the West talked about trivial matters, and bursts of hearty

Laughter comes slowly.

A smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth. The smile was faint, with a kind of envy and a kind of yearning.

The eaves are low, and the grass on the stream is green. The sound of Wu is so charming in the drunkenness. Whose old lady is white-haired? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle one is weaving chicken coops. The favorite is for the little one to die, lying down at the head of the stream peeling off lotus pods.

."

The young man shook his paper fan and chanted softly, with a hint of satisfaction and a hint of tranquility.

"Boom!!"

A slight knock on the door came from behind the young man.

The young man frowned slightly, his smile quickly disappeared, and he changed to a gloomy expression. He slowly turned around, his beautiful eyes shot out two sinister rays of light, and he stared at the person beside the coffee table.

Menmu said: "Who?"

A hoarse voice outside the door replied: "Young master, it's an old slave!"

"Come in?" A blush appeared on the young man's pale face, and he exhaled heavily.

"Hey!" The wooden door was pushed open, and a hunched-over Wang Qingshan wearing a gray cloth gown walked in.

"Subordinate, Wang Qingshan pays homage to the hall master?" Wang Qingshan walked behind the young master and saluted respectfully.

This young master is none other than Fang Xing.

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