Tibet

Li Ye practiced for a full two hours tonight, diving into the water twenty times, swinging at most ten times at a time, and at least seven times at a time.

Li Ye climbed up to the well platform and sat on the well platform, breathing heavily. At this time, he suddenly saw the small wooden box next to him.

His uncle had actually arrived. Li Ye hurriedly looked around, but found no trace of Pei Min.

Li Ye quickly opened the box. The box was quite deep and had three layers. The upper two layers contained ten small porcelain bottles, which were the potion he drank yesterday. The bottom layer contained ten black pills and a note.

Li Ye picked up the note and looked at it carefully with the help of the moonlight, "Ten days' dosage, apply the medicine externally and take the pill internally!" ’

"Ah!" Li Ye's face heated up. No wonder the potion tasted so bad.

At night, Li Ye was lying on the small bed. He had something on his mind and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

At this time, he heard faint voices in the yard. He felt strange, so he got up, put on his clothes and went out.

It turned out that Mrs. Mu was squatting by the courtyard wall, burning paper, and what was she saying?

Li Ye was a little curious and walked over slowly.

Aunt Mu looked up at him and sighed: "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

"I can't sleep, who are you burning paper for?" Li Ye squatted down and asked.

"My dead husband, have you forgotten what my aunt told you?"

Li Ye scratched his head, "I forgot everything!"

Aunt Mu whispered: "His surname is Yang. He is a soldier of the Tang Army. In the sixth year of Kaiyuan, he was drafted to fight against Tubo in Jiuqu and never came back."

"Does the aunt have any children?"

Aunt Mu nodded and sighed: "She is also a little lady. Her father was killed in battle not long ago, and unfortunately he also contracted an illness and died young. She is only one year old!"

Li Ye felt guilty, he really shouldn't have asked.

"Mom, I'm sorry!"

Aunt Mu touched Li Ye's head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry. It's been thirty years. My tears have long been dry. I'm just worried that they have no money and are hungry in the underworld. I will give them money at this time every year." Burn some paper, you used to like to help me burn paper."

"and after?"

"Later, your grandma became pregnant again. Your mother was only two years old at that time and there was no one to take care of her. So I went to take care of your mother and treated her as my own daughter. Until now, I recite sutras every day, just to hope that you two are safe and sound. , this is my only wish in this life."

Li Ye silently picked up a stack of money papers and put them into the fire one by one. The fire was blazing, reflecting the faces of his grandfather and grandson red.

Early the next morning, Qiao Bin found Li Ye.

Li Ye smiled and said, "I was about to go to your house! Why are you here?"

Qiao Bin said anxiously: "Brother Li, the game time has been changed. It will be changed to tomorrow morning!"

In fact, Li Ye didn't really want to play polo anymore, but he still wanted to play for the Qiao family. He owed Qiao Bin a favor, and he even received twenty taels of silver from him.

Li Ye looked embarrassed, "We will compete tomorrow, but we haven't trained yet!"

Qiao Bin shook his head, "The servants train every day, and there is no problem with their cooperation. My father wants to prepare for both. If it is a martial arts competition, Wang Shun will compete. If it is a literary competition, Brother Li will compete."

This was a compromise. Li Ye thought about it and said, "But Wen Sai also has to hit the ball on horseback!"

"Yes! So today I brought two horses and let Brother Li practice for a day."

Only then did Li Ye realize that there were two horses outside the door, led by the servants from last time.

"What about the venue?"

"It's at the polo field next door. I asked, but the army won't be training today."

Li Ye went back to the house to get the polo club, "Let's go!"

As expected, there was no army on the polo field. Zhang Xiaopang, Xiao Huangmao and Wujilang were all there. They served as logistics to assist Li Ye in practicing football. Qiao Bin promised to treat them to meat pie at noon.

Li Ye now knows that Zhang Xiaopang's real name is Zhang Ping. He is the same age as him, but one month younger than him. His family runs a grocery store and belongs to a wealthy family in the neighborhood, so his children can go to school. But it's not Zhang Xiaopang, but his younger brother Zhang Xiaoshou.

Xiao Huangmao's real name is Huang Miao, and he is two years younger than Li Ye. His father works as a steward in a liquor store in the West City. He is the only son of two sisters who are married.

Wujilang's real name is Wu Changxing, and he is one year younger than Li Ye. His family is a cargo transporter, and his family owns a cargo ship. His father and uncle transport cargo on Tianbao Canal, and his family is also well off.

Speaking of which, Li Ye's family situation is the worst among several families, mainly because he has no father. It is indeed difficult to support the family by relying on his mother to make a meager income from treating patients.

As for whether his uncle Pei Min helped them secretly, Li Ye didn't know, but with his mother's tenacious character, this possibility was unlikely. However, Pei Min also said that he gave his mother some precious medicinal materials for his medicinal bath.

Zhang Xiaopang ran over and gave a thumbs up and praised: "I'm going to compete with Xiao Feilong tomorrow. Brother is so awesome!"

Xiao Huangmao and Wujilang also said excitedly: "Big brother must defeat him, and he will become famous in Chang'an!"

Qiao Bin, a big talker, said everything. Li Ye smiled slightly and said: "I am the number one black golfer. We are just going to play. If we lose, we will not be embarrassed. If we win, I will treat you to a restaurant!"

The three cheered and ran to pick up the ball.

Li Ye got on his horse, holding the club in his hand, and he felt like he was preparing to charge into battle, after all! Polo was originally a game between cavalry.

"It's started!" Zhang Xiaopang shouted from beside the wooden board.

Li Ye urged the horse to gallop towards the polo ball dozens of steps away. These children grew up on the polo field and rode donkeys to play ball. Zhang Xiaopang's family had a skinny horse. They often stole it and rode it. All riding skills are good.

If it were Li Ye in the past, there would be no need for training at all. He was very good at equestrian skills and could even get under the horse's belly to play ball. But now Li Ye needs to integrate and must train to adapt.

After running to the polo for a moment, Li Ye relied on his feeling and swung sideways to hit it, ‘Pop! 'The club hit the polo, which is the thirty-step line. The polo shot in a straight line and accurately entered the hole.

"nice shot!"

Qiao Bin shouted and decisively changed the rules, "Brother Li, hit the fifty-step line!"

Tomorrow's game will definitely be on the fifty-step line, no need to think about it.

Huang Xiaomao and Wujilang moved the polo to the fifty-step line, and Li Ye ran the polo on the court, constantly swiping left and right, looking for a feeling.

He found that he had only practiced in Shuijing for two days, and his skills were obviously better than before, with greater strength, better physical coordination, and more importantly, a stronger feeling of control.

It is no longer the subtle feeling before, but a very obvious control.

In fact, this is the law of martial arts training. You will break through quickly at the beginning, then stagnate for a period of time, break through again, stagnate again, and break through again. It is a spiral upward.

So his sense of breakthrough is particularly obvious now.

After running in a circle, he urged the horse with both feet, and the horse galloped towards the polo dozens of steps away. The yellow dust was billowing, and the polo and horse hooves were no longer visible.

Li Ye made a precise shot, and the polo flew in an arc and hit the hole accurately again.

"Well done!"

Qiao Bin clenched his fists and shouted excitedly. Of course he knew that the fifty-step line was much more difficult than the thirty-step line. Only black and white golfers were qualified and capable to play the fifty-step line.

Amateur golfers like them usually play on the ten-step line. If they can hit the thirty-step line, they are already masters. They never dare to think about the fifty-step line.

Li Ye fought so easily that he couldn't help but laugh loudly, "It's nothing, come again!"

He urged his horse again and galloped towards the polo.

In the palace of Prince Si Ning, the third steward, Hu Jing, held a tea cup and listened to his subordinates' reports.

He was a little surprised, "You said Qiao Xingzhong found an unknown young man to be a foreign aid?"

The subordinate nodded, "He is a poor boy from Yonghefang, only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he is good at playing polo. He peeked from his humble position and was able to reach the fifty-meter line."

"Nonsense! Qiao Xingzhong is not a fool. He can't even beat fifty steps. Will he want it?"

Hu Jing hesitated for a moment and then said: "However, Qiao Xingzhong is not that bad in his work. Why would he bet his future on a young boy? Could it be that this poor boy is just a deceiver? Qiao Xingzhong deliberately did it to show us, but he actually invited someone else A great golfer.”

"The steward is right, this boy is probably an illusion, but the steward invited the number one little flying dragon. Unless he invites the white ball player, we will win!"

Hu Jing shook his head, "It's impossible for a white ball player. The prince said in advance that he won't allow it. If he dares to invite a white ball player, he will lose. I'm sorry he doesn't dare to mess around."

"Then there's no need to worry about the manager. The second-ranked Water Eagle went to Xianyang, and the third-ranked Fei Xiong has not recovered from his injury. The rest are nothing at all. We will definitely win tomorrow."

Hu Jing sneered, "When I become the chief executive, it's time for Qiao Xingzhong to get out."

Aunt Mu's husband was killed in battle, probably in the sixth year of Kaiyuan, when Longyou Jiedushi Guo Zhiyun led his army to launch an attack on Tubo in the land of Jiuqu.