The people naturally could not see the second cloak clearly from a distance, but the Liujun and the civil and military officials on the pavilion could see clearly.

The cloak is as white as paper, and several lines of seal characters are written on it with ink pen.

“Fuxinglou Teahouse…”

An old minister rubbed his faint eyes and muttered the names of the teahouses and theaters on the cloak, with a strange face. Not only him, but all the civil and military officials present were stunned, and they vaguely guessed something in their hearts, but they felt that it was not ordinary absurdity.

At this moment, the sound of drum beats came from outside the teaching ground. Everyone turned their heads and looked at them. Three or four carriages came from outside the gate. The carriages were wrapped in brocade belts and the words "Fu Xing Tower" were written on them. The guys were either beating drums or waving flags, shouting in unison: "Mo Yun Tower, An Bo Chen! Mo Yun Tower, An Bo Chen..."

Before the subjects of Liuguo came to their senses, a team of carriages drove from the north of the gate. The names of several theaters were embroidered. When they were young, six or seven actors walked out, twisted their fingers and sang in a gentle manner: "The handsome talent is hidden in Moyun Tower, and the bronze mace is defeated by the silver spear in the blue shirt and silver spear..."

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The country of Liu boasts of its own elegance, has a broad folk custom and likes new things.

After the initial absurd feeling, the people all showed surprises. As the drums roared, the opera became more melodious and melodious. The crowd outside the martial arts field seemed to be ignited and cheered. This time it was for An Bochen, and even the girls who had originally turned to Li Lin were shouting.

After just a moment, An Bochen's cry had steadily suppressed the young master of the Li family.

Holding a silver spear and listening to the cheers in his ears, An Bochen blushed, but he could sense that his original confidence that had declined was rapidly rising. An Bochen's understanding of the "momentum" mentioned by Xiao Hou was a little deeper.

There are three types of momentum: the right time, the right place and the right people. At this time, in the martial arts field, the right people and the right people have been firmly grasped by An Bochen.

Amberchen knew that all this was all because of the girl behind him who always brought surprises.

When Sima Jin informed An Bochen of her arrangement, An Bochen felt extremely ridiculous. He could only get the support of merchants and even the people of Liujing by writing the name of a teahouse and a theater on the inner cloak. To be honest, An Bochen did not believe it at all.

It was not until this moment that An Bochen realized some of Sima Jin's intentions.

In full view of everyone, the important officials of the Liu Kingdom, including Liu Jing, were present. His amazing move would definitely attract attention. Even the king and ministers of the Liu Kingdom knew about the names of those teahouses and theaters. They would surely become famous. From then on, business will be prosperous but it will be difficult to change. In this way, the merchants naturally support themselves without hesitation, follow the crowd, and the people like to join in the fun and make excitement. When they see such an unprecedented show, they will not stop shouting.

Since she met her, she has always had many amazing ideas, but she is so persistent. If she is a man, I am afraid that the talent of Dakuang will be admired by her.

An Bochen thought inexplicably.

At this moment, a sharp gaze shot towards him. Through hundreds of feet of martial arts performance, the young master of the Li family, holding a copper mace, stared straight at An Bochen with a cold expression.

When his eyes met, An Bochen subconsciously held the silver spear tightly and looked at Li Lin without fear.

The two momentums collided with the center of the martial arts field. Although Li Lin's cultivation was of higher quality, An Bochen took advantage of the "momentum" of the people of Liujing to face Li Lin, and was not inferior.

Previously, I met a monk from Qin in Moyun Tower. An Bochen had seen a momentum competition. When he was facing Li Lin, he didn't realize that An Bochen entered the state of "people borrowed guns" again.

He used the power of a gun and the power of harmony, and the people around him were filled with noises and was in full swing. An Bochen's blue shirt was floating, holding a gun in his hand, and the tail of the gun was swaying gently, with a faint strange rhythm in his mouth, and the whole person also entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

The lower abdomen is slightly undulating, but it is a sign of the arrival of innate true breath.

An Bochen never expected that at this critical moment, the fetal breathing state would arrive unexpectedly.

A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and An Bochen hesitated, but closed his eyes.

The fetal breathing state is hard to come by. You can come and leave as soon as you say it. I don’t know when you miss it today. The outside world will be equivalent to a year in the Immortal Palace. You only need to go in for a short time and realize the mystery of the return of the psychic wandering.

"Father, that guy with the gun is so interesting."

On the high pavilion to the east, the boy wearing a python robe looked at An Bochen with great enthusiasm and said to Liujun.

"Absurd, absurd, and it's so nonsense in public. This guy treats this competition as a joke!"

Looking down at the lively and jubilant crowd, Liu Jun showed displeasure and frowned.

"But Xuan'er thinks it's fun."

The boy did not notice the impatientness flashing in his father's eyes, and pulled the king's robe and said coquettishly.

After waiting for a long time, the father ignored him. The boy couldn't help but lower his head, bit his lower lip, his face full of loss, but his heart was very strange.

My father has always liked freshness, but why is he very unhappy today?

After thinking about it, the boy let go, sat upright, secretly glanced at his calm father, hesitated for a moment, recalling the words in his daily books, and said in a very good manner.

"Father, Xuan'er thinks that young man who uses guns is very special. His father is worthy of being the king of a country and is good at knowing his handsomeness..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw his father's face suddenly become gloomy. He turned his head and stared at him, but did not speak.

In an instant, the boy's heart fell to the bottom, he tightened his clothes, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his face was full of grievances.

He didn't know what he said wrong, nor did he know why his father got angry. He only knew that this was the first time he followed his father who had not seen for a long time out of the palace. He wanted to show off and let his father see him a few more times a month, but for some reason, he always said the wrong thing.

The eyes were red, and the boy lowered his head and stopped talking.

"I actually took advantage of the situation in advance. It seems that he still wants to do his own thing after leaving the young master."

Whispering, Liujun looked at An Bochen, who was holding a gun and bowed his head, his eyes flashed, and then waved his hand.

"Let's get started."

The sound of gold came from the high pavilion to the east, and the noise gradually became lighter. The onlookers all held their breath and looked at the martial arts performance venue from afar.

During the martial arts performance, An Bochen opened his eyes and a deep sense of doubt rose in his eyes.

A moment ago, he clearly felt that he was about to enter the fetal breath, but for some reason, he closed his eyes and concentrated for a long time, but he was unable to travel to the Immortal Palace for a long time.

Since the method of fetal breathing was first completed, it was almost natural to enter the Immortal Palace, and there was never any trouble. At this time, a sudden change made An Bochen feel at a loss.

Taking a deep breath, Amber Chen suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

The battle is imminent, and he must deal with the current competition wholeheartedly. As for the changes in the Immortal Palace, we will talk about it after the competition is over.

Rubbing the word "Wujie" at the handle of the gun, An Bochen calmed down his mood again, took a step forward, stepped onto the martial arts field, and confronted Li Lin.

However, before the two of them could hold their fists and salute, soft laughter came from the shelf in the southeast direction.

"I have a suggestion from the emperor."

The pavilion is next to the pavilion where Liujun is. You can know without thinking that the people in the pavilion will only be the left prime minister of the current dynasty.

Frowning, a trace of ominousness arose in An Bochen's heart.

"Please tell me."

"Although the world is peaceful now, the dangers on the frontier are still there. Both of them are young heroes in the Liu Kingdom. In the future, they must serve the country and the people and fight in southern Xinjiang. In this case, if this competition is an infantry battle, it is meaningless. It is better for the two of them to imitate the generals of the army and fight with horses to fight the battle."

After the words came to a quiet moment, a thunderous cry broke out in a blink of an eye.

In the eyes of the people, the most heroic generals riding tall horses are naturally not as good as horse wars. When I heard that Zuo Xiang proposed horse wars, there is no reason not to support them.

The cheers echoed inside and outside the martial arts venue. An Bochen's face was calm, but Xin fell to the bottom again.

An Bochen never expected Zuo Xiang to suddenly use this move, disrupting his previous preparations.

Horse warfare and infantry warfare seem to be not very different, there are just multiple mounts, but in fact the difference between the two is like Yunling.

People who are proficient in infantry warfare are not necessarily proficient in horse warfare, and those who are good at horse warfare are not necessarily skilled in infantry warfare. It is probably because horse warfare needs to fight against horses and leverage the power of horses. Many moves are completely different from those of infantry warfare. Even a person who is proficient in horsemanship can make him get on the horse and fight with people all at once, it will only backfire.

The left prime minister turned his hand and turned his hand and made it rain. With just this sentence, he broke the power of the human harmony borrowed by Sima Jin's clever plan, and the situation became unfavorable again.

"The Left Prime Minister's words are reasonable. I agree. I don't know if you have any objections."

Liujun asked with a smile when he looked at Zuo Xiang with praise.

"I have no objection."

As a noble family, Li Lin is good at both horse and infantry fighting, and will never object.

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on An Bochen, who was bowing his head and silently.

A trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Anbochen hesitated.

He was still 50% sure of the infantry battle. With the one shot he had practiced hard for more than 100,000 times, he found an opportunity to knock Li Lin's two maces down, and then pretended to miss the gun, and tied with the previous plan. And the horse battle... An Bochen could ride a horse, barely known as mastery, but he had never tried to use a gun on a horse. If he had a horse battle, he would probably be knocked off after two rounds.

But if you don’t join the battle, it will definitely attract the anger of the king and ministers of the Liu Kingdom. After all, the king has no jokes. Wouldn’t it be a big joke for him to escape at the battle? What’s more, the people are also looking forward to this battle happily. If they abandon the battle, they will no longer be able to get the support of the people of Liujing. Hongfu’s careful arrangements and several days of momentum will be wasted. Even if they are lucky enough to avoid this battle, they will fight again in the future and they will no longer be able to borrow any "momentum".

The sun shines brightly, and the hot afternoon wind is like waves, carrying the deafening noise and cheering, attacking Amberchen.

The hand holding the gun handle tightened a little more, and An Bochen lowered his head and looked at the soles of his feet.

Moving forward is a dead end, and retreating is also a dead end.

In just a moment, he was in a dilemma.

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