Tibet

Chapter 26 Stadium Nicknames
Pei Min's eyes softened, and he took a polo club and handed it to Li Ye, "This is the heaviest iron and wood club, thirty catties, starting today, you use this!"

Li Ye took the iron wood cue, his hand sank, and it was cold. The so-called iron wood turned out to be a gloomy wood, at least three times heavier than his own cue.

"Uncle, my nephew was almost killed by Wei Zizi yesterday, can you teach me some tricks!"

Pei Min said lightly: "Isn't your swing just a trick?"

"Isn't the swing too easy?"

"Simple?"

Pei Min sneered, took Li Ye's jujube cue, and swung it towards him. The cue instantly magnified and appeared in front of his eyes. Li Ye had no time to react. on the ground.

"Ah! It's too fast!"

"Understood! Any move is not simple. As long as you are fast enough and powerful enough, the opponent can't resist it at all. Even if Wei Zizi strikes first, you can kill him with a single sword."

Li Ye thought about Pei Min's swing speed just now, it was so fast that even the shadow couldn't keep up, and then recalled the sword that Wei Lizi slashed at him last night, it was like a slow-motion replay, it was a thousand and eight thousand inside. "

"I understand, I am practicing speed and strength when I swing underwater!"

Pei Min nodded, "You have to practice with your heart. Every time you swing, you have to think about how to make the speed faster, and find that feeling of acceleration, just like you find the feeling of control when you play."

Li Ye hesitated, "Can you feel the acceleration?"

"Of course, from unintentional to intentional, from intentional to controlled, with strong control, your speed and strength can be as you like."

Li Ye nodded silently. He took off his coat, took the iron and wood cue, and jumped down the well.

As soon as Li Ye went down the well, Zhang Xiaopang came running over, panting and asked, "Uncle Pei, am I late?"

"Fortunately, Li Ye came early."

Pei Min smiled and asked him, "After practicing for a few days, do you feel that your feet are getting heavier?"

Zhang Xiaopang scratched his head, "That's true, I'm still wondering why the more you practice, the more you regress?"

Pei Min smiled slightly and said, "This exercise has an interesting name, it's called Dongxia Gong. If you start practicing on the day of the winter solstice, your feet will become heavier and heavier. It will be the heaviest on the day of the summer solstice. You can't even lift your feet. Then you continue to practice backwards, and your feet will become lighter and lighter. On the day before the winter solstice, your feet are as light as flying, and you have completed the practice, but this year you can’t stop every day, and the practice will be in vain.”

"But... I started practicing on February [-]th, will I practice until February [-]th next year?"

"That's right, let's get started!"

Zhang Xiaopang took a deep breath with his lower abdomen, transported Qi to his dantian, straightened his back and squatted into a horse stance.

Pei Min walked to the well, stared at Li Ye who was down there for a moment, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face, this is [-] jins of iron wood, this kid can swing eight times in one dive, how is that possible?

.........

At dawn the next day, when Li Ye woke up, he found a thin roll of yellow silk cloth next to his pillow. He quickly sat up and opened the silk cloth. It turned out to be various moves. A man swung thirteen postures, but all were simple , splitting, cutting, stabbing, picking, gouging out...

Each move has a direction to distinguish, and the use of various powers is explained in detail next to it.

This definitely wasn't given to him by Pei Min. There is only one move that Pei Min gave him, hurry up.

This should be given to me by my mother, which is good, but will it conflict with the moves taught by Pei Min?
Li Ye carefully read the notes again, and found that all the use of power has a purpose, hurry up!faster!

This is the essence of Pei Min's martial arts!
Before he knew it, Li Ye was fascinated by it. ． ． ． ．

"Aye!"

Aunt Mu shouted in the yard: "Aren't you going to sign up today?"

ah!Almost forgot about it.

Li Ye hurriedly put away the yellow silk cloth and ran to the toilet. ． ． ． ．

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Polo was originally a means of training cavalry, and it was gradually popularized later. It became popular in the Tang Dynasty and became the national game of the Tang Dynasty. For this reason, the Polo Administration was established for special management. The Polo Administration is an official organization under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War, which is equivalent to the later generations. Football Association.

The Polo Federation is equivalent to the Chinese Super League Co., Ltd. under the Football Association. It is responsible for operating the Datang Polo League and is also responsible for supervising various other informal competitions.

The Polo Administration conducts the polo membership examination, which is the professional player certification examination, on the first day of March every year.

If you pass the exam, you will become a professional golfer. If you are recruited by the 26 registered teams of the Polo Federation, you will be an exclusive professional golfer. Everyone is called a white player for short.

If there is no team recruiting, it is a black player, and the official name is an individual professional player.

Playing polo is recognized as a high-paying profession. White players have a monthly salary, the minimum is [-] guan, and there is a reward for winning. Calculated, they can earn [-] to [-] guan a year.

Black golfers have no salary, and mainly rely on fundraising and rewards. For example, Qiao Xingzhong gave Li Ye 100 taels of money, which was fundraising. After winning the game, Li Lin, the heir of Ning Wang, gave Li Ye [-] taels of silver, which was bounty.

If a black player wants to make money, it mainly depends on his reputation and ability. If he is famous and capable, he can earn hundreds or thousands of dollars a year.

At the same time, polo is Datang's national sport, and there are more than tens of millions of fans. Almost every kid from a rich family wants to become an excellent polo player admired by all.

You can earn quick money playing polo, and you can be famous if you play well. Many parents spend a lot of money to train their sons to play polo since they were young. There are various crash courses in polo everywhere.

The arena, martial arts field, and music workshop have become the three most famous training courses in Chang'an, and Chang'an workshops can be seen everywhere.

The square in front of the official office of the polo department is crowded with people. Today is the first day of registration, and thousands of young children flock from all directions.

Not only the children of Chang'an, but also many young people from other big cities, it feels like an imperial examination.

In addition to Qiao Bin, Ma Jinsong, and another kid from a rich family named Du Wang, who signed up with Li Ye today.

Originally there were two children from rich families, but they felt that their level was not good enough, so they gave up.

Poor culture and rich martial arts, polo belongs to the category of martial arts, a slightly better horse costs hundreds of dollars, and the cost of raising horses, not to mention expensive harnesses, ordinary poor families can’t afford it , so Li Ye was the only one in Yonghefang to sign up.

Du Wang, who was traveling with him, had relatives in the polo office. He got some blank registration forms, and the four of them found a tavern to fill out the forms.

"What is a title?"

After Li Ye finished filling in his name and address, he found that there was a name underneath, and he was a little confused.

Qiao Bin laughed and said: "A name is a nickname, it is very important, like Xiao Feilong, no one knows his real name, only that he is called Xiao Feilong."

"What if the name is repeated?" Li Ye asked again.

Ma Jinsong smiled from the side: "After you pass the exam, the review finds that the name has been repeated, or it is a taboo, and then a new name will be used."

Of course, Li Ye wanted to have a cool nickname. He originally wanted to call it 'Deceptic Tiger', but the word tiger was a taboo. The ancestor of the Li family was called Li Hu, so the tiger in the Tang Dynasty could only be called a big bug, 'Deceptic Tiger' 'It's ugly.

For example, a Tang poem written by Li Guang, "The forest is dark and the grass is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night." '

It is clearly about shooting a tiger, but there is not a single word for tiger in the whole poem. Cao Jingfeng is not trying to create an atmosphere, but because the author is from the Tang Dynasty, and he wants to live a few more years.

Of course, there are a lot of flat-headed people called Zhang Hu, Li Hu, and Wang Hu. Their status is too low, and no one cares whether they break the taboo.

Li Ye thought for a while, and wrote the name 'Flying Shark'. When he practiced at the bottom of the well every night, he didn't think of toads, but sharks in the water.

(End of this chapter)