In the afternoon, the annual sheep catching conference in Yunshan Grassland officially started.
A sheep is hung on a wooden pole 500 meters away. The participating riders are proud to catch the sheep. This game is similar to rugby, but more dangerous and exciting than rugby because there is only one champion in the sheep catching competition.
The latter is the protagonist of tonight’s bonfire party.
Hundreds of riders quietly reined in their horses and stood on the starting line, waiting for their opponents to give orders.
Gao Feng was riding on a black horse. His eyes scanned the crowd, but he did not find Fang Ming. He raised his head and saw that Ming was chatting with the girl in purple on the opposite slope, without even looking at him.
During the sheep-catching competition, Gao Feng was determined to stand out, but the other party didn't even accept the move, which made him very depressed.
Just when Gao Feng was in a daze, the starting gun sounded. The rider beside him clamped his horse's belly and ran forward desperately, quickly throwing Gao Feng far away.
Gao Feng did not move, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The sheep catching competition does not pay attention to methods, as long as the sheep is caught before returning to the finish line. The first one to catch the sheep will definitely become the target of public criticism, so it is better to follow behind.
Act according to circumstances.
Sure enough, a wrangler caught the sheep, and he shouted excitedly. Unfortunately, his happiness only lasted two minutes. The opponent next to him suddenly bumped his shoulder, and the wrangler tilted his body, and the sheep fell to the ground.
"Swish!" A wrangler threw out the rope and put it on the sheep's head. With a sudden pull, the sheep flew towards the wrangler's arms.
"Haha" the wrangler laughed proudly. Before his laughter fell, a cold light burst out. The opponent beside him drew out his hunting knife and slashed hard, cutting off the wrangler's lasso. The opponent's movements were extremely fast, and he cut off the rope.
After grabbing the rope, he immediately ran over, grabbed the saddle tightly with one hand, and grabbed the sheep firmly with the other hand.
After the wrangler succeeded, he stood up, threw the sheep into the basket behind the saddle, and beat the horse like flying, and soon everyone was behind him.
Four hundred meters, two hundred meters, and the finish line is coming soon. This wrangler has a relaxed smile on his face, as if the champion is already waving to him.
A black figure was like lightning, and Gao Feng galloped out of the thorn.
"Hmph!" The Wrangler smiled disdainfully. He was only fifteen meters away from the finish line. It was too late to grab it at this time.
Gao Feng moved, his body jumped suddenly, jumped up from the horse, and rushed towards the Wrangler. The Wrangler was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground, and his head was covered with gold stars.
Gao Feng threw down the wrangler, quickly pulled the sheep out with his left hand, and rushed towards the finish line on foot.
"Despicable, shameless!" the fallen horse screamed, but it was of no avail. In the end, he could only watch Gao Ming cross the finish line.
Gao Feng won the championship in the sheep catching competition. In addition to receiving a reward of 5,000 yuan, he also became the protagonist of the bonfire party.
A blazing bonfire was burning, and a group of beautiful Mongolian girls danced around the champion, shooting their hot eyes at Gao Feng unscrupulously.
Nomads have made a living by hunting and herding for generations. They admire heroes. In peaceful times, men do not need to kill to prove themselves. Competitive sports such as sheep catching competitions have become the best way for men to prove themselves. High
Feng won the championship in the sheep catching competition, which saved some face. His cheerful dance also won a lot of applause.
On the hillside, Ziyue looked at the cheerful Gao Feng with disdain, turned to Fang Ming and said: "Young master, if you take action, you will definitely not be worthy of this kid."
"Ziyue, do you think I should take action? What if I win against a brat like this? It's just more admiration. Do you think I need this?"
Ziyue was startled. From the time she met Fang Ming to now, the change in him was really great, as if he was growing up every day. In Fang Ming, there was not much vanity that a young man should have. His
He is far more mature than his peers.
"Young Master, the burden on your shoulders is very heavy, and I am very happy to accompany you in your growth!"
Fang Ming looked at Ziyue and asked curiously: "Ziyue, how did you become my father's subordinate?"
"Young Master, I wonder if you have ever heard of Zoroastrianism?"
"Zoroastrianism?" Fang Ming was stunned for a moment. He had seen this word in martial arts novels. The legendary Zoroastrianism is an extremely mysterious religion. They worship the power of fire and believe in light. Is Ziyue related to the Zoroastrian Church?
?
Ziyue didn't say anything. She took off the clothes on her shoulders, and a red flame flickered on Qishang Saixue's skin.
"My father is the protector elder of the Zoroastrian Cult, and I am the heir to the Zoroastrian Saint. However, your father is my master. He has conquered the entire Zoroastrian Cult. My father gave me to the head of the family to show his surrender. Then
I was only six years old!" Ziyue calmly recounted this thrilling past event, without any sadness in her tone.
Conquering the Zoroastrian Cult with one person's strength requires so much strength. Fang Ming became increasingly unable to see clearly what kind of man his father was and what he had been struggling for all his life.
"Why does the head of the family want to deal with the Zoroastrian Cult?" Fang Ming asked curiously.
"Because, under the instigation of a few authoritative elders, Zoroastrianism got together with the separatists!"
The Zoroastrian Cult has huge power on the border of Western Xinjiang, but it has gone the wrong way. As a powerful centralized country, China will never tolerate any separatist forces. Fang Tianhao broke into the Zoroastrian Cult alone and killed seventeen saints.
, Zoroastrianism, which was hit hard, decided to surrender and sent the saint as a hostage.
It was another mythical story. Fang Ming heard it with excitement, but he still had doubts in his heart: "Ziyue, your Zoroastrian Cult is so powerful, how can you not be able to defeat him alone? No matter how powerful the warrior is, just a few machine guns can kill him.
Kill him!"
If these rebellious words were heard by Fang Tianhao, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. Ziyue blinked and said: "Young Master, in this world dominated by hot weapons, martial arts masters have not completely withdrawn from the stage of history. What's more, martial arts
The strength of the strong has reached a point where it can compete with hot weapons."
I have seen Ziyue's martial arts. She is just a member of the Tiger List, but she has incredible strength and speed. What if it is her father, who is said to be a strong person on the Heavenly List?
A delicate figure walked up the hillside, it was Leng Yue. Fang Ming didn't know what this little girl was going to do, so he sighed and motioned Zi Yue to retreat twenty meters away.
"Leng Yue, what are you doing here?" Fang Ming asked with a frown. This girl always made people feel uneasy when she came close to him. He could listen to what she said or test the other person's intentions.
"Fang Ming, the bonfire tonight is very nice. I want to invite you to dance together." Leng Yue generously stretched out her hand. Her hand was as white as mutton-fat jade.
Fang Ming did not move. He glanced at Gao Feng. The boy was glaring at him fiercely: "Leng Yue, you should stay with your boyfriend. I don't want to make him unhappy."
Leng Yu lowered her face and sneered, "Fang Ming, are you scared?"
"Afraid, I'm most afraid that someone will fight me and blame me for stealing his girlfriend!" Fang Ming told the truth. His time and energy are limited, so he can't waste them all on these little girls.
It is said that "a woman chases a man, separated by a piece of paper." Leng Yue was trying to figure out what to do, and the young master of the Fang family was still easy to catch. If he could climb the big tree of the Fang family, his father's career would be further improved. Unexpectedly, this Fang Ming
, it’s really not enough oil and salt.
There is often only a fine line between love and hate. Fang Ming's rejection made Leng Yue furious. She bit her lip and said, "Fang Ming, I hope you can be braver!"
It is already embarrassing for a girl to take the initiative to express her feelings to a boy, but this boy does not accept it, which is even more embarrassing.
Fang Ming sighed in his heart. He confirmed his judgment. Leng Yue indeed came with some purpose.
"Leng Yue, I don't need to prove my bravery to anyone, not to mention this is a misunderstanding in the first place. Go, Gao Feng is waiting for you!" Fang Ming ignored Leng Yue and walked straight down the hillside and returned to the tent.
Middle ---- The night wind was cold and cold. Leng Yue looked at that abominable tent, her eyes turned from sadness to anger, and finally like a poisonous snake: "Fang Ming, just wait, I, Leng Yue, can't get anything I want.