He Qizhou, who had been laughed at all the way, smiled bitterly and said: "Thank you, Your Highness, you're welcome!"
"I'm really not being polite. There are not many horses that are not afraid of my big horse. Tell me, what breed is your yellow horse?" Jiang Di became more and more curious about He Qizhou.
"I borrowed it from someone in the village when I came here. I really don't know what kind it is." He Qizhou didn't want to pay any attention to Jiang Di. More and more people were looking at them. Fortunately, they kept talking for a while.
Soon we arrived at the campus.
The school grounds of the Military Academy were twice as big as those of the four schools. The riding and shooting grounds were divided into two parts, one south and one north. He Qizhou lined up in the queue on the north track according to his lottery number. There were more than a dozen people in front of him, but
No one was acquainted with each other. Jiang Di still did not dismount. Because it was still early, he stood beside Qi Zhou. It seemed that he really wanted to see Qi Zhou's test with his own eyes.
Both the northern and southern teams have more than 20 horses waiting to participate. He Qizhou's horse is very conspicuous in the team as "ugly", and there is a divine horse beside it, so everyone's eyes will drift here unconsciously. Of course.
Half ridicule, half disgust.
Although He Qizhou was a little helpless, he did not chase Jiang Di away. He just watched the test situation in front of him carefully. The two sets of tracks were more than twenty feet apart, and there was a huge platform one foot high in the middle. A dozen people were sitting on the platform.
Watch the test on both sides.
There are two rammed earth battle platforms on each side of the platform similar to those used in the four-school competition. The track is about three miles long, and the starting point is the end point. Candidates after the race are not allowed to stay. They go directly to the stables to deposit their horses and then go to the cafeteria to wait for the afternoon literary test.
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In the northern arena, five of the ten archery targets are set up on the north side of the track, and five are set up in the circle surrounded by the track. In this way, when starting out, you shoot with your right hand and when you return, you shoot with your left hand. This is not only convenient for testing the candidate's ability to draw the bow left and right, but also to avoid flying.
The arrow flew into the middle high platform and another arena. Of course, most people still shoot arrows with their right hands on the return journey, either turning the horse's head or twisting the upper body. Anyway, as soon as they reach the archery target on the return journey, most people will stop their horses and shoot again. The time it takes
There were quite a few of them. A quarter of an hour passed, and only four or five ran away.
The scoring hourglass is located in a pergola at the finish line. There are four people in charge. One person is responsible for opening and closing the hourglass when starting and returning, one person weighs the sand, one records the weight, and the other supervises. During the track lap
There are two other people, one of whom is responsible for riding back and forth to report the archery results to the person who records the weight, while the other is to set up the new target and remove the arrows from the old target.
He Qizhou also looked behind him and at the team in the south from time to time, and finally saw a few faces he had seen during the four-school competition. When he was bored, the reins in his hands tightened, and the big yellow horse suddenly wanted to get out of the team. He Qizhou hurriedly held it back, only to see
An old man in black walked over from the direction of the high platform in the middle of the field. The big yellow horse looked at the man and actually neighed.
The old man was dressed in a black satin robe and had a white beard reaching his neck. He gradually approached, ignoring Jiang Di and Qi Zhou beside him, and walked straight to Dahuang and stroked Dahuang's cheek. He Qizhou was well aware of the old horse's bad temper.
Even if a stranger touches it, it will be kicked away by it even if it comes too close. Now it is nestling comfortably on the old man's chest. It must know this old man. He Qizhou asked carefully: "Who are you, sir?"
The old man then turned back and looked at He Qizhou coldly and said, "Who are you, Yang Zhan? Don't embarrass Xiao Huangmao!"
Little yellow hair? He Qizhou almost burst out laughing. He was thinking about a more appropriate answer when Jiang Di interjected: "Ge Jijiu, his name is He Qizhou, Yang Zheng's adopted son!"
The old man and Qi Zhou glared at Jiang Di at the same time. Then the old man's eyes softened when he looked at Qi Zhou and asked, "Is Yang Zhan okay?"
He Qizhou was shocked. He had heard from Xu Mu that there were four deputy priests in the martial arts academy. Lu Mo was mainly in charge of the martial arts academy, and the two main teachers taught martial arts. They rotated every three years. This time, Xu Mu's
Senior Brother Lu Zhenyao and a leading disciple of the Quanzhen Religion were on duty; there was also a person named Ge Quan, because the Jijijiu was Prince Cheng and he basically didn’t do anything, so the daily affairs of the military equipment hall were all decided by Ge Jiujiu.
, then bowed deeply to the old man and said: "He is in good health, are you his teacher? Dahuang, no, Xiaohuangmao is very close to you. This is the first time I have seen him do this to someone."
The old man was actually a little excited. He patted Dahuang's face and murmured: "It's been more than twenty years and we are all very old. Thank you for remembering me." Then he said to Qi Zhou with some pride: "Xiaohuang.
Mao was captured by Yang Zhan when your adoptive father fell in love with him when he was hunting horses in the Altai Mountains. However, he could not be tamed after he was brought back. I made some mistakes back then, and your adoptive father punished me to watch the stables. It was me and Yang
It took many days of hard work to finally tame it. Alas! In the following twenty years, the armament hall never produced such a man or horse again!"
He Qizhou's team suddenly became commotion, and saw two more people in black satin robes walking quickly from the direction of the high platform. Jiang Di, who had been sitting upright on his horse, saw the people coming, and hurriedly fell off his horse and faced the people in fear.
Bow and bow.
This was the first time that He Qizhou saw Jiang Di, who had always been aloof, acting like this. One of the two was tall and thin. He Qizhou recognized this person at a glance as Xu Mu's senior brother Lu Zhenyao. The other had square faces, gray beard and hair, and was sixty years old.
He looks many years old, has a medium build, and has a smile. There is nothing special about him at all.
Jiang Di greeted the approaching old man humbly: "My great-nephew pays homage to Grandpa Cheng."
The old man was King Cheng. He suppressed his smile and turned to Jiang Di and said: "This is the military equipment hall. There are only teachers and students. There are no relatives of the emperor. You don't need to be polite. You are the only one outside the team? What do you mean?"
The Arms Academy is a place dedicated to studying martial arts and the art of war. There are only two types of people, the teacher and the students. The teachers are all wearing black robes, while the students are wearing white clothes. The purpose is to eliminate the influence of the political circles on the museum. These are
The rules set by Yang Zheng have been implemented to this day.
Jiang Di hurriedly said: "Yes, Mr. Jijiu, I just came here to chat with my friends, and then I will go register and queue up." After saying that, he immediately led the horse and left.
Some people on both sides of the team must have recognized King Cheng coming in person, and some recognized the other two as deputy priests. They were all very surprised that the three priests came to the ugly horse at the same time, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.
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King Cheng smiled and said to Ge Quan: "Seeing that you haven't come yet, I know that it is Yang Zhan's horse."
Ge Quan said seriously: "Yes, curator, it will be twenty years in a blink of an eye!"
King Cheng turned to He Qizhou and smiled: "After so many years, I finally see someone from the Yang family here again. Very good, very good!"
He Qizhou quickly bowed to King Cheng and Lu Zhenyao and said, "I have met the two masters of the wine ceremony, the student He Qizhou. Yang Zheng is my adoptive father. I have taken my mother's surname, so I can't be considered a member of the Yang family."
King Cheng's expression changed slightly, but he returned to normal in an instant. He pointed at the tall man beside him and said, "You know that he also offers wine?"
Lu Zhenyao smiled and said: "He is Xu Mu's friend who we met in Jiangling. We have met once."
King Cheng waved his hand and said: "We will have a chance to talk in the future. We old guys should not hinder others from participating in the competition." After saying that, he was about to go back when suddenly there were exclamations and cheers in the stadium. Everyone turned to look, only to see that
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on a young man who was leaving the race, He Qizhou couldn't see his face clearly because it was on the track in the south.
King Cheng, who originally walked towards the high platform in the center of the field, changed his direction and went to the pergola on the south side where the results were recorded. He said happily: "Let's go and see the results." Lu Zhenyao waved goodbye to He Qizhou, and Ge Quan also followed, but he was still a little bit like Dahuang.
Reluctant to leave.
He Qizhou missed his most exciting performance so far because he was talking to the wine worshipers just now. He listened to the candidates talking excitedly before and after him. The person who left the venue did not slow down for almost everyone, and he shot left and right. He completed the test in less than half a stick of incense.
He was more than twice as fast as the fastest person in front of him, and the horses he used were only provided by the armament hall. Everyone asked who that person was, because judging from his clothes, he was neither from the Sixth School nor the Fourth School. He was an ordinary person.
Having this ability is enough to attract attention.
The candidate who happened to be two positions in front of He Qizhou said proudly: "He is our Shanxi Jieyuan, Jiang Can!"
"Jiang Can?" He Qizhou murmured in his heart, could he be from the Jiang family again? Fortunately, his appearance attracted everyone's attention, otherwise others would still be studying who he is?
After waiting for more than half an hour, no more amazing results appeared. He Qizhou finally led the horse to the arena. Dahuang seemed to understand what was going on. He neighed twice happily and clicked his hind hooves on the track.
Click, click and rub it hard a few times.
After He Qizhou checked the bow and arrows, he put the quiver on his back and held the badou bow in his left hand. Then he nodded to the commander to indicate that he was ready.
The commander gave the order, and He Qizhou got on his horse, and Rhubarb rushed out like an arrow from the string. A large amount of dust was thrown up behind his hooves. The familiar track seemed to take him back to his youth. When he approached the target, he was completely different from where he was.
The boat pulled the reins, and Dahuang consciously slowed down a little. Every time He Qizhou shot an arrow, it accelerated again, and so on. The smoothness of the shot was still much better than on the same track in Tianxingyuan.
Approaching the turning curve, He Qizhou showed off his talented riding skills. He leaned to the right side of the horse. When the yellow horse turned quickly, He Qizhou's shoulder almost brushed the track and passed through the curve.
There was no slowdown at all, and the return journey was the same. Huang Ma still cooperated flawlessly with He Qizhou, except that He Qizhou used his left hand to draw the bow. Speaking of which, He Qizhou's time with Huang Ma could already catch up with Yang Zhan, but it was not as good as Yang Zhan and He Qizhou.
Huang Ma's life and death acquaintance, so even if Yang Zhan never rode Huang Ma again in twenty years, Huang Ma still regarded Yang Zhan as his first master.
After shooting the ten arrows, He Qizhou galloped on his horse. After crossing the finish line, he rushed out of the track for more than ten feet before he stopped. There was a wooden sign at the exit pointing to the stable. He Qizhou dismounted and followed the direction. Strangely, there were long lines on both sides.
The candidates did not make the same shouts that broke out when Jiang Can rushed out just now. Instead, there was silence. Many people opened their mouths wide and did not close them for a long time. It was not until He Qizhou led the yellow horse far away that he heard the thunderous shouts.