Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 417 Killing
Sweat dripping, the sound of horseshoes, the scorching sun.

"competition is over!"

"The second round of the primary ceremony, the second round of the crowd battle, the second round of the polo battle!"

"Eastern Wu vs Northern Wei, Northern Wei wins!"

Amidst the thundering bells, everyone stared blankly at the polo field where the dust had yet to fall.

The result is set.

But the enthusiasm on the pitch persisted.

Ying Baoyue stood up quietly under the tree.

Ji Jiashu stood up quietly on the high platform.

Li Ji in the barren hills in the distance held the trunk of a tree and watched his brothers on the court from a distance.

Finding that Ying Baoyue stood up, Gui Chen also stood up, but when he stood up, he suddenly discovered that many practitioners who were sitting under the trees by the side of the racecourse stood up spontaneously, and even the people in the arbor Get up unconsciously.

Everyone stood up and paid their respects to the warriors on the field not far away.

"Sure enough...are you still losing?" On the court, Zhao Guang rested his hand on the horse's neck, lowered his head slightly, big drops of sweat dripped from his jaw, and the hand holding the sword twitched.

The other Soochow teenagers around him didn't give up too much. Almost everyone was limp on the horse, panting like a cow, and many of them died.

But looking at the Northern Wei people who were also sweating profusely in the distance, many Soochow people showed happy smiles on their faces.

Losing is losing, but I feel extremely happy in my heart.

At this time, bursts of applause rang out from the side of the polo field, and the applause was not only for the winner of the game.

Give it to every passionate son who has galloped on this horse farm.

After a bitter battle, all the voices about Soochow's overreach disappeared.It is true that Soochow lost the game, but if after watching this game, someone still says that Soochow is weak and can be bullied, then this person is either bad or blind.

"Eight to six?" Chen Zichu sighed beside Ying Baoyue, "It's really only a little short."

"This is an insurmountable gap. After all, the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty are tribesmen on horseback," Chen Zihan said.But the next moment he stared at the appearance of the riders on the field, even he couldn't help sighing, "It's just a Soochow person, this time it's really ruthless."

Eight to six, even less than the difference between the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Hou Liao Dynasty.

You must know that these two countries are nomadic countries, especially in the Northern Wei Dynasty, it is rumored that children can draw bows at the age of five after riding a horse at the age of three.

But it is such a nomadic country, but it is hard to imagine being forced to such a point in polo by a country near the sea.

"This is the people from Soochow..." Ying Xun took a deep breath as he watched the unknown teenagers gathered around Zhao Guang in the distance.

One of the three major powers in the mainland, Soochow.

Unlike the high-profile Southern Chu and Southern Chu people, most Soochow people are low-key and restrained.

One is fire and the other is water.

Water is indeed not as hot and aggressive as fire, but in some places, it is said that Soochow people are unusually persistent and tenacious.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to stand side by side with the Southern Chu and Northern Wei as the Three Powers now that the protection of the Azure Dragon God has disappeared.

What's more, the elementary ceremony is not the home of Soochow people. On this continent, Soochow controls higher-end resources, which is the middle-level ceremony.

Looking at the Soochow cultivator on the racetrack who fought fiercely with the Northern Wei Dynasty at the command of his stepson, Ying Xun's eyes were complicated and he raised a hint of vigilance.

"This is a great favor owed to Soochow," and at this moment a female voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Favour?" Ying Xun was startled, and looked at Ying Baoyue who was speaking beside him.

"Well," Ying Baoyue nodded and looked at him, "It's a big favor, and we'll have to pay it back together when the time comes, don't forget."

"Yes," Ying Xun said in a daze, "but Soochow never said..."

Has Soochow ever said what to do for the former Qin Dynasty?

"Well, I didn't say that." The girl in front of him smiled as if she knew what he was thinking, "But everything depends on the result. In terms of the result, Soochow helped a lot this time."

"Busy..." Ying Xun repeated, watching the girl beside him silently look at the sweaty Northern Wei rider on the field.

Meng Shi raised his sword, his face extremely pale.

Ying Baoyue stared at her quietly.

Soochow did lose the game, but the reason why all the audience stood up was because the game just now was extremely fierce. It was no longer the one-sided game before the Northern Wei Dynasty. The two sides fought fiercely from the beginning to the end.

It is to show the level and style of the game.

As a result, the Soochow people made the Northern Wei people sweat.

It is true that Zhao Guang did not defeat the Northern Wei people, but his sentence of blowing them up really came true.

Let those look down on the inland cavalry, the iron wall of the Northern Wei Dynasty that has never been breached was opened a hole.

"This ball game..." Looking at the panting Northern Wei rider, Jiang Yuanyuan on the high platform looked deeply.

"As far as the result is concerned, the power of the Northern Wei Dynasty has been greatly consumed." Ji Jiashu, who was standing by his side, said quietly.

The second round of the competition has ended, and the strength of the Northern Wei Dynasty has been weakened, so there is only one thing that people can think of immediately, and that is the final.

The third and final round of the polo battle.

Former Qin versus Northern Wei.

"Northern Wei is exhausted this time..."

"Speaking of which, Qianqin's luck is too good."

"By the way, if the Northern Wei people didn't provoke the Eastern Wu people in advance, maybe they wouldn't have to fight this fight, wouldn't it be easy to take the first place?"

"Speaking of which, I've wanted to say it for a long time. The people in Beihan Pavilion...are they a bit hostile?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! It's your turn to judge the person who is the saint?"

"Saint..."

At this time, at the side of the racecourse, people were talking about the Northern Wei team who was in the same distress as Soochow.In the box under the high platform in the distance, Xu Bingqing, the saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, looked very ugly for a moment, and even the temperature in the box seemed to drop.

"My lord..." A noble lady tentatively opened her mouth, but there was no response.

"In this way, the Saintess of the Beihan Pavilion has been underestimated this time," Jiang Yuanyuan said with a smile on the high platform, "Qianqin's luck is really good this time."

Ji Jiashu was surprised at Jiang Yuanyuan's schadenfreude towards Xu Bingqing, but the next moment he heard Jiang Yuanyuan's words, he stared at the court and the girl beside the court and said suddenly, "Maybe it's not entirely luck."

Jiang Yuanyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, "How do you say?"

Ji Jiashu said quietly, "Those who have attained the Dao will be helped more than those who have lost the Dao."

The battle between Soochow and Northern Wei made him seem to have seen the previous battle between former Qin and Southern Chu.

Everything has a cause and must have an effect.

And in the lower box, Ji Jiashu heard about what happened between the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the stepson of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, including how she treated the stepson's sister of the Northern Wei Dynasty, through the Ji family's intelligence line.

Those who gain the way help more, those who lose the way help few.

Perhaps not many people will believe his words.

It is even more impossible to believe that the beloved saint of Beihan Pavilion is an outlaw.

That girl is a Taoist.

A woman of rank seven who violates the secular world, in people's eyes, the title of witch seems too far away from this title.

However, something that was originally far away to her has appeared in front of her at some point.

"Take a break for an hour, and after an hour, the last round of polo will begin!"

With the examiner's chanting, the final battle was brought before everyone's eyes.

"The last battle, former Qin vs Northern Wei!"

It's already the last battle, and the former Qin, which has never been in the last battle, will start the final competition with the Northern Wei for the first time.

No one expected that Qianqin would come here.

"If you take the first place next time, won't you be able to get the first place?"

"In the second round of the polo match, I want to win the first place."

The girl's voice echoed in his ears, and Ji Jiashu was shocked, staring at the windy and sandy stadium.

Can she really... get the first place?
　"Those who gain the way will be helped much, but those who have lost the way will be helped little." -- "Mencius"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)