In the first football match, Cheng Chumo was so excited that he used all his strength to shoot a volley in the air, almost causing Chu Yanfu to be seriously injured. At that time, Li Zexuan made a rule that in official football matches, all players were not allowed to use Martial arts, violators will be banned for life!
Although Cheng Chumo and others felt that it would be unpleasant to play like this, they also felt that Li Zexuan's concerns were reasonable, because if a football filled with internal energy hit an ordinary person, it would be entirely possible to kill them, so Li Zexuan set the rules They have always followed it, and this rule is also widely spread among the students of Yanhuang Academy.
No one expected that after so many days, a person who openly used force would appear on the court again, and this person was still the current Holy Emperor!
Everyone is Spartan!
Let’s talk about Li Er’s goal. It was like a dragon coming out of the sea, rushing towards the goal. The strong wind around the ball swept the air, and even made a "woo-woo" sound. Such power made all the players on the way of the ball tremble, fearing to avoid it. Not as good as that!
Today, the goalkeeper of Li Chengqian's side is Changsun Chong. When this kid saw Li Er's body flying into the air, he already realized that something was wrong. At this time, he couldn't care about the goal, and just rolled and crawled away. To the goal.
"Bang!"
Seeing that Chang Sun Chong was running faster than a rabbit and out of the goal range, Li Ke, who originally wanted to use martial arts to save the ball, immediately put aside his thoughts. So the football rushed into the net without any suspense, but the momentum was still unabated. The net was carried by the football and wanted to continue rushing backwards, but was helpless by the constraints of the goal. After struggling for two times, it stopped.
Even so, the goal was shaken a few times by this ball!
"Haha~! Good shot~!"
Li Er clapped his hands, stood there and smiled.
That kick just released a lot of the depression and fatigue he had suffered for so many years. Football is such a stress reliever!
However, the expected cheers did not come. Instead, the previously noisy stadium suddenly fell into a mysterious silence. Li Er realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but feel confused.
Zhao Song's old face turned red and he wanted to say something, but he was a little afraid.
In the end, Li Ke trotted over and whispered to Li Er: "Father, the mountain chief said before that martial arts are not allowed on the football field to avoid hurting people. Violators will not be allowed to participate in football matches for life~!"
Only then did Li Er understand what the problem was. No wonder he had just been watching from the sidelines for a long time and didn't see Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baolin and Li Ke using their martial arts! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glared at Zhao Song. If he wanted to blame it, it was Zhao Song who didn't explain it clearly to him before he came!
Zhao Song was full of grievances. When he came, he didn't expect that Li Er would suddenly "go crazy as a teenager" and play football in person!
"Ahem~! This rule is unreasonable! If you have kung fu, why can't you use martial arts~? Besides, this is just a game, not a competition, why do there need to be so many rules~? I also plan to introduce this football into the military to help The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are practicing martial arts! If they can't use martial arts, how can they practice?"
Mr. Li Er's face was slightly red, but he still managed to calm down and justified himself.
Li Tai immediately flattered him and said: "Father, what you said makes a lot of sense. Football is both interesting and tempering. It's just right to join the army!"
"Yes, yes, my father is indeed far-sighted and always worried about state affairs. I admire him~!"
Li Ke reacted and echoed repeatedly.
The rest of the students immediately started singing his praises.
Li Er's face looked much better now. He clasped his hands behind his back and said slowly: "But what Li Zexuan is worried about is reasonable. People who are good at martial arts play football and their kicks are neither light nor heavy. It is easy to hurt people, so I feel that martial arts will still not be used in official football matches in the future. There is no harm in using internal strength to play football between people who know martial arts in private~!"
The Lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, you have no joke, every word is an imperial edict. What Li Er said basically set the tone of the "football" rules of the Tang Dynasty. In regular games, the rules set by Li Zexuan will be followed. , in private competitions between warriors, force can be used. It is equivalent to saying that football in the Tang Dynasty will be divided into Kung Fu version and civilian version!
"Your Majesty is wise~!"
Zhao Song couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Li Er "getting out of the embarrassment". He came over and bowed.
"Father (Your Majesty) is wise~!"
Li Chengqian, Li Tai, Li Ke and other students around them all responded.
Li Er smiled faintly, waved his hand, and said: "There's no point in playing football with your hands and feet tied up like this. Zhao Song, you go find some good guards to play with me, Ke'er, Chumo, Baolin, The four of you, Tiedan, stay here, and the other students who don’t know martial arts will leave first and rest for a while~!”
The mid-air shot just now made Li Er excited, and he suddenly became playful. How could he return to the palace at this time? Another game of unrestrained kung fu football is what he wants in his heart.
"Uh, Your Majesty, I'm afraid this isn't appropriate~!"
Zhao Song stood beside Li Er and reminded in a low voice.
He was worried that if the imperial censor found out that Li Er was actually playing football with others in the academy, he would most likely write a letter to impeach him.
Li Er frowned and said displeasedly: "What? As the leader of a country, I can't play football anymore~?"
Zhao Songliandao didn't dare. In order not to spoil Li Er's interest, he had to find a few academy guards with good martial arts skills, including Mo Zhong, Mo Yun, and Pang Feiji.
He was not worried that these guards would hurt Li Er when they played football, because firstly, Li Er's martial arts skills were higher than those of these guards, and secondly, he, a martial arts master, was not just someone to be around.
In the end, Li Ke and Li Er came to the battle as a father-son soldier and were assigned to the same team. Their team also included Mo Zhong, Mo Yun and other dry ink practitioners. Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baolin, and Tiedan were assigned to Pang Feiji. First team, most of the remaining people in their team are Li Zexuan's personal guards.
"Let go of your hands and feet and give me a good kick. Don't hold back! If you can beat me, you will be rewarded~!"
In order for Cheng Chumo's team to play football with all their strength, Li Er wrote a blank check.
"Your Majesty, if our team wins, will there be a reward?"
Mo Zhong waited for a while but didn't hear the second half of Li Er's sentence, so he boldly asked.
"No~!"
Li Er replied angrily, with a master like him sitting in charge, how could he not win? Unless these Mohists deliberately failed to contribute, he then added: "If my team loses, you guys will wait to be punished!"
"Ah~?"
Mo Zhong and others were dumbfounded for a moment, why is this treatment still different~?
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