After the majestic and domineering military parade, the next step is the highlight of the Alimutai Conference, which includes traditional Hungarian arts such as riding and archery competitions, wrestling competitions, chariot competitions in the Central Plains, horse racing, etc. All major tribes and the imperial court will send warriors. Participate in a duel, and the winner will be rewarded heavily.
First there was the wrestling match. The prince also dressed up to preside over the ceremony on behalf of the emperor. He went to the high platform to symbolically hit the golden bell. After the bell sounded, dozens of drummers under the high platform began to beat the drums in unison. The meeting was official. At the beginning, the Central Plains people and the warriors who follow the leaders of each tribe will participate in the competition.
On the high platform, the Hun kings of the prairie sat around the emperor and looked at the arena with great interest. The strong men from all sides competed with each other amidst the cheers of the surrounding audience... In the end, there will be several strong men who entered the finals in the battle between the kings and the emperor. Perform wrestling in front of others.
Mu Sheng was also sitting in the stands watching the game, and Yun'er beside him was also watching with great interest.
At this moment, a person walked up next to Mu Sheng. He had a Chinese character face, slightly dark skin, and a rather calm expression. Judging from the protruding veins on his hands and feet, his martial arts must be quite good.
When Mu Sheng saw him coming, he stood up and bowed his hands and said, "I've met Ninth Brother."
The person who came was none other than the Ninth Prince, Young Master Xiu. Mu Sheng had seen him from a distance at the Shangsi Festival hunting party a few years ago.
Young Master Xiu waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, Mr. Changping. I have nothing to do so I came here to have a chat. You won't welcome me, right?"
Mu Sheng's heart moved. It seemed that Gongzi Xiu wanted to come here to make friends with him.
Mu Sheng quickly waved his hand and said, "Brother Ninth, what are you talking about? Brother Ninth is here to give me face. Brother Ninth, come and take a seat. You and I can watch the game together."
Mu Sheng thought to himself, this cheap Ninth Brother didn't usually see each other, but now on this grand occasion, he visited him for the first time? Don’t know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?
Young Master Xiu sat in Mu Sheng's seat as if he were familiar with it. He took out a short knife from his arms, cut off a piece of barbecue, put it in his mouth and chewed it. He then picked up a wine glass and drank with Mu Sheng, and said, "Mr. Changping is all dressed up." Wearing military uniforms, but also participating in the conference?”
Mu Sheng smiled and said, "Yes, Ninth Brother, I will participate in riding and shooting, hunting, and chariot battles later."
Young Master Xiu said with a smile, "Oh? It seems that Mr. Changping is very confident in his riding and shooting skills? This riding and shooting has always been the strength of the Huns. We Jin people may have some advantages in wrestling and shooting skills, but compared with the Huns, A prairie man who grew up on a horse like this is still no match for horseback shooting!"
Mu Sheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ninth Brother! Since I dare to participate in the riding and shooting competition today, I am fully prepared. I will never lose His Majesty's face."
Hearing this, Young Master Xiu said, "Okay! I never expected that Mr. Changping has such ability and confidence. Today I want to open my eyes..."
Mu Sheng and Young Master Xiu were chatting away, and soon the audience burst into enthusiastic cheers.
Mu Sheng looked back and saw that the strongman of the Huns' Dayi family had won a wrestling match. He received the emperor's commendation and generous rewards on the spot and left the field.
After a while, cheers erupted from the stands again. In another wrestling match, the strongman from Jin came out on top again. The audience cheered again. It was so lively.
Mu Sheng and Gongzi Xiu were inspired by the lively atmosphere in the venue and couldn't help but cheer.
After the wrestling match, a guard rode up to the field and shouted, "The riding and shooting competition will begin soon. Please prepare early for all the contestants."
Mu Sheng bowed his hands to Young Master Xiu and said, "Brother Ninth, it's my turn."
Young Master Xiu also stood up and said, "Mr. Changping, I also participated in the riding and shooting activities. How about we go to the arena together?"
Mu Sheng smiled and said, "Brother Ninth, please come first..."
The two smiled at each other and went to the stables to lead horses for the competition...
Mu Sheng and the Ninth Prince went to the arena side by side.
The riding and archery competition tests comprehensive abilities, not just riding and archery, but also archery skills, horse control, and finally the most difficult riding and archery.
In the first round, the test was about standing on the same spot and shooting a target from a distance of 200 paces.
At this time, Mu Sheng came to the arena dressed in fine attire, carrying a quiver on his right shoulder, and holding a walking bow. There were dozens of unfamiliar contestants competing with him in the arena. Seeing this, Mu Sheng felt a little nervous, and he couldn't help but feel something in his palms. Khan, it was his first time to participate in such a grand event, so he was somewhat nervous.
His heart moved, and he silently recited the Qingxin Mantra. Instantly, he felt that his nervousness was much better. Mu Sheng held his breath and concentrated, stretched out his hand to draw an arrow from his quiver, and completed the bow and arrow in one go.
At this time, he seemed to have found the feeling of man and arrow becoming one again. His heart was calm and he could only see the target in the distance.
The contestants raised their bows and arrows. As the red flag was waved from the outside, Mu Sheng flew out with an arrow. The arrow hit the red bullseye in the lightning. The contestants present shot ten more arrows in a row under the command of the competition judge. , it is not over until the results are recorded.
In the second round, the contestants competed in equestrian skills. Mu Sheng brought his car. He gently touched the BMW beside him and said to himself, "It depends on your performance from now on."
After saying this, Mu Sheng got on his horse with a firm look and performed various basic equestrian skills with other participating knights. After a competition, Mu Sheng's equestrian skills were still not as good as those of the barbarian knights who grew up on horses.
The third and final game is about the knight's horse control and shooting skills. This requires a high degree of cooperation between the horse and the man. It is very difficult to accurately hit the bull's-eye on a bumpy horse. Even among the barbarian knights, , there are not many such good players.
After tallying the results, Mu Sheng rode his horse out of the arena and happened to see Young Master Xiu feeding the horse in the manger not far away.
Mu Shengce immediately stepped forward and greeted, "Brother Ninth!"
Young Master Xiu looked back and said with a smile, "Mr. Changping, I really can't tell. You are so talented. You actually have excellent shooting skills and hit all ten shots. This is rare even among barbarians."
Mu Sheng smiled slightly when he heard this and said, "Brother Ninth, it seems that Brother Ninth has been watching my game just now? I usually like shooting, it's just the result of more diligent practice."
Young Master Xiu smiled and pointed at the BMW next to him and said, "How do you look at my BMW?"
Mu Sheng looked around and saw that this black horse seemed to be slightly different from ordinary horses. It was much taller and more powerful in stature, with slender and powerful legs. Its mane was much longer than that of ordinary horses. Its muscles were tight and its body shape was strong. Extraordinarily beautiful and elegant.
Mu Sheng was slightly surprised and said, "Is this the bloody horse that was paid tribute by the Botu Kingdom in the Western Region? I have only seen this horse as a gift at the Great Court..."
Mu Sheng was delighted when he saw it, and couldn't help but walk over and touch the BMW's smooth hair, marveling at it.
Young Master Xiu Dao: "Yes, this is a bloody horse. I won the first prize in the winter hunting field the year before last. My father gave me this royal horse as a reward. This horse is named Jueying."
Mu Sheng nodded and said, "Jueying? What a good name."
Young Master Xiu saw that Mu Sheng was fondling Jueying and couldn't put it down, so he suggested, "Well, Mr. Changping, why don't I transfer this horse to you? I have been serving in the army in the past few years and I can't bear to let this horse go." A good horse is on the battlefield. It is really a waste of resources to have such a good horse trapped in the stable every day. Why not give a BMW to the hero, and then it can also help you in the riding and shooting competition, how about it?"
Mu Sheng stared at Gongzi Xiu's calm face seriously for a long time. He could not tell what Gongzi Xiu's true thoughts were in his heart. He thought to himself that if he really accepted this gift, it would be a huge favor.
Mu Sheng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "A gentleman does not win anyone's love. I think such a good horse is more worthy of a hero like Brother Jiu. I really can't bear it."
Hearing this, Young Master Xiu seemed to have no intention of actually giving it, so he walked down the slope and said, "Okay! In that case, I have a suggestion. I have trained this horse for several years and rode it like a trot on the ground. I will take this horse How about temporarily borrowing it from Mr. Changping to prepare for the next game?"
Mu Sheng knew he could no longer refuse, so he bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Ninth, for helping me. I'll borrow the BMW for now."
Young Master Xiu smiled and said, "Okay! Let's go happily. Let's go to the banquet to have a drink."
In the third game in the afternoon, Mu Sheng drove Jueying and slowly adapted to the racecourse. This attracted several groups of foreign knights to come and watch. When they saw Young Master Sheng's BMW, they all cast envious glances. The unique horses are only worthy of being owned by the leaders of each tribe.
Mu Sheng rode it for a few laps to get used to it. Sure enough, this horse is very humane. If he tilts his body a little, Jueying will know which way to run. With the help of BMW, he will be more confident in the next game.
The horn sounded in the middle of the field, and Mu Sheng knew that the game was about to start. He rode his horse to the field. This comprehensive competition of riding and shooting was to be played in front of the kings and emperors of the prairie. Mu Sheng naturally fought twelve times. Distracted spirit.
The riders who were shortlisted for the finals like him were all energetic and high-spirited. The majority of these riders were Hu people. They grew up on horses, and their riding and shooting abilities were a part of their daily lives. People from the Central Plains were still incomparable.
Before the game, Mu Sheng reached out to comfort the slightly agitated Jueying.
At this time, athletes from all walks of life entered the field one after another to compete in riding and shooting. As the flag officer in the distance waved the red flag, Mu Sheng was shocked. He immediately clamped the horse's belly and the sweaty horse rushed towards the shooting range like an arrow.
Archery on horseback is extremely difficult. The target is hundreds of steps away from the person, but it is not something ordinary people can do to control the horse and hit the target accurately at the same time. Fortunately, Mu Sheng borrowed a good horse, and he sat on the horse and shot himself It is as stable as Mount Tai.
Seeing that he was approaching the grass target, Mu Sheng licked his fingers and measured the wind speed. He drew his bow and arrow and aimed at the target in the distance. He only heard a "search" sound and the shot hit the edge of the target...
Mu Sheng secretly rejoiced when he saw this, it was okay! Without missing the target, he raised his hand and fired a few more rounds, gradually regaining his rhythm.
After a few rounds, he shot arrows back and forth for ten rounds without missing a target. The barbarian knights watching the excitement around him were full of praise for Gongzi Sheng's superb skills. Until the end of the game, the referee A red cloth symbolizing the champion of mounted archery was tied to Mu Sheng's horse's head, indicating that he won the first place in the competition.
After the judge announced the results, some barbarian knights around looked at Master Sheng and were amazed. Shooting on a bumpy horseback was extremely difficult. They were experts and could tell their level of skill. This mounted shooter could hit the target time and time again. Even the most skilled archers among the barbarians would find it difficult to do this, let alone the people from the Central Plains. It is really unbelievable.
Mu Sheng was secretly lucky. If Haoma Jueying hadn't understood human nature well and cooperated with him tacitly, he would have been hard-pressed to get the top spot.
While Mu Sheng was secretly happy, a barbarian knight rode up beside him and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a good man like you among the people of Jin. What's your name?"
Mu Sheng turned around and saw that the person who came was thin but fair-faced and had no beard. His skin was fair and translucent, which is rare among Hu people. He had deep eyes and a high nose, red lips and white teeth, and a beautiful appearance. If he looked closely, he could vaguely see piercings in his earlobes.
Mu Sheng secretly shook his head and laughed. It turned out that she was also a barbarian girl like Yun'er who disguised herself as a man and sneaked into the conference.
Mu Sheng bowed his hands and said, "Your Majesty's fourteenth son, Changping Lord Mu Sheng, do you want to ask me about the girl's name?"
She stared with almond-shaped eyes and said, "Oh! So you are from the Jin royal family? How did you know that this girl is born as a girl?"
Mu Sheng cursed in his heart, anyone who is not blind can tell that you are a girl...
He complained, but he still said in a kind tone, "The girl has an immortal appearance. Even wearing men's clothes can't cover up the girl's stunning beauty. How can an ordinary man have such a look?"
When she heard Mu Sheng compliment her for her beauty, she softened her expression slightly, cupped her fists and saluted, "My surname is Ruimu, with a single word of Yi. She comes from the Dongyue clan. Her father is Ruimu Qiu, Prince of Tuli, who is the current leader of the six tribes of the Dongyue clan."
When Mu Sheng heard that he was from the Ruimu family of the Dongyue clan?
Mu Sheng said politely, "So you are Princess Yi from the Ruimu family? I think our ancestors were related by marriage back then, so we can be considered relatives, so I will take the liberty to call you Yi Mei."
Ruimuyi snorted unconvinced, "It's not clear who is older and who is younger. Why should I be your sister?"
As a result, it was their birthday, and Mu Sheng was sweating. Ruimu Yi was actually older than him...
