Tubo means the different translation of Tufa; Tufa first comes out with Wei, and Tufa means Tuoba means Tuoba, which has no meaning.

There were six yak tribes in Tubo, and the grazing land Babuchuanpibo City. At first, Zanpurangri belonged to Sun Bo. Later, his son Songzan Gampo merged with the big and small tribes and unified the plateau. Zanpur's tent moved to Luoshe, with hundreds of thousands of victorious soldiers and called a powerful country.

Guided by the officials sent by the Tubo Dalun Mansion, Cui Po and his party continued to travel south towards Lusie City, south of the Tibetan River.

Riding on the horse, Cui Po sighed more than once that the sky was so blue and the clouds were so white. It responded to the green grass on the ground. There were only these three colors between the vast world, forming a simple atmosphere, but it was shocking and magnificent.

Along the way, Cui Po saw countless herdsmen living by water and grass rushing to pass by herds of cattle and sheep, and there were also Tibetans with single heads hanging on fox tails wandering. Women were blushing, while men were bound to carry swords and swords.

After seeing the third Tibetan with a fox tail hanging on his head and wandering alone, Cui Po asked Zaji Qinling beside him in surprise: "Why are these people with a fox tail hanging on his head and walking alone?"

"According to tribal customs, anyone who fled in battle must hang the fox's tail on his head, which means that this person is as timid as a fox. Such a person is a tribe's shame and will be expelled by the tribe, so he can only wander around alone. Only when there is a war next time, they use their courage to wash away their shame, will they be accepted by the tribe again," explained Zajiqinling, who is about 30 years old.

It was just that this answer made our Lord Cui even more depressed, so he no longer had the interest to continue talking and walked in silence.

After more than ten days, the delegation arrived at the lord of Zanpu's tent and entered the plain city of Tucheng. The Tang Dynasty delegation was randomly placed in a building in the south of the city without leaving any words. Nazhaji Qinling turned around and left. These behaviors only changed Cui Po's face and became very depressed.

In the evening, a few stout Tubo women came and made a crude diet. After eating a little, Cui Po went to bed early and was impatient with the fatigue.

"What! Invite me to participate in the horse racing?" Cui Po looked at Zaji Qinling with a smile incredibly. He never thought that he, the envoy of the Tang Dynasty and the Fan League, had to face this first thing.

"Tomorrow it will be my Tubo Spring Horse Racing Conference. The warriors in the Six Yak Tribe will gather outside the city of Luoshe. Ludong Praises the Great Remarks to invite Lord Cui to participate in this horse racing. It is to demonstrate the friendship between the ban and Tang dynasties and the family. Please do not refuse." Zaji Qinling explained with an eternal smile on his face.

After pondering for a while, Cui Po shook his hand repeatedly, regardless of Wang Liang's affairs, stood up and smiled and said, "Okay."

"Mr. Cui, how can you agree to this? The Tubo people have ulterior motives. As the first prize winner, how can they beat these natural riders? If they cannot win, they will inevitably be laughed at by these Tubo barbarians who are the most powerful warriors tomorrow. How can they talk about the subsequent talks!" As soon as Zaji Qinling said goodbye, Wang Liang immediately stepped forward and said.

"Mr. Wang, have you forgotten my foreign horse?" Cui Po said with a smile.

"Hey! It is precisely because of this that the officials are even more worried." After hearing Cui Po's words, Wang Liang still said with a worried look on his face.

"Oh! Why is this?" Cui Po asked in surprise.

"Na Zhajiqinling has been with us for a long time. How could we not know that the adults have such a divine horse? Since that's the case, why do you still want to invite the adults to participate in this horse racing conference?" In this regard, Wang Liang did not wait for Cui Pofa to ask, and then said: "It is because of the strange custom of the Tubo horse racing. Every spring, the fourteen most outstanding warriors in the yak department gathered in the Tubo to participate in the horse racing. In order to arouse the warriors' desire to win, a high platform was set up about two miles away at the end. There was a young and beautiful woman on it. This woman was selected from the six women who had just turned 16 years old.

The most beautiful ones are those who participate in the horse racing need to dismount and walk at the two-mile distance. The first person to surround the woman's neck is the first. The winner will be the beauty and even the official title. During this period, except for weapons that are far away such as bows and crossbows, other weapons such as swords and other carry-on weapons are unlimited. Those who kill people will not only not be punished, but will also be regarded as tribal heroes. For adults, the difficulty lies in the two-mile distance behind. I am afraid that the Tubo people will be hiding evil intentions!" Wang Liang sighed again as he said this.

"There are also such customs." Cui Po asked in surprise when he heard this.

"You have no eyes on the sword, so be careful. If you don't see anything, you should leave early." The King of Kings said this, and he couldn't help but secretly blame the alliance for making the adult and young man reckless.

He called the Lifanyuan officials who were in the general position to buy a pair of extremely thin iron arm guards. Cui Po went to the stable and carefully washed Wuda before returning to his room to rest.

On the second day, the spring was bright, and Zajiqinling arrived early and led Cui Po and others who had already cleaned up the road to the horse racing site. At this time, the city of Lushe was an empty city, and all residents left the city to watch the annual grand event.

As soon as he left the city, what appeared in front of Cui Po was the endless white tent. Countless people dressed in costume smiled excitedly and headed towards the horse racing field set on the clear and transparent Tibetan River. Noisy, horse neighing, and the girls' silver-ling laughter mixed together. The grassland was as noisy as a boiling oil pan at this moment. Looking at the endless heads in front of him, Cui Po was probably no less than 100,000, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"The tribes within a radius of 300 miles have arrived today," Zhaji Qinling said with a look of words and expressions, "Let me see Lord Cui's style today."

Cui Po smiled, but did not answer, and followed him to the special area specially prepared for riders participating in the event. The other people were arranged on a grass hill with a wide view. Their appearance suddenly became the focus of the entire Zaoyuan. Countless foreigners pointed at them and commented endlessly. Just looking at the contemptuous smiles on their faces, I thought it was because they didn't say much good things.

This is an area separated by thick logs. Fourteen most famous riders from various tribes carefully protected their war horses, while looking at the vaguely visible platform in front and the Zampo tent with a huge golden top on the grass hill on the right. At this time, the beauty, power and the glory of praise made their eyes quickly congested.

"Chacha, I heard that the girl was selected from your tribe this time. How beautiful she is?" asked a man with a grown-up figure.

"Naja Golden Flower is the best gift given to our tribe by immortality. When the eagle sees her, she will lower its wings to fly high. When the blind sees her, she will see the light again. Every young man in the tribe has sang outside her tent. Her eyes will turn those cowards wearing fox tails into warriors. When she hears her laughter, the shepherds of thirty years will also lose their direction of migration..." Chacha said in a murmur tone. At this moment, a tenderness like water appeared on his hard-lined face.

His narrative caused the riders to scream in fascination, and everyone was loudly announcing that they would bring this beautiful girl into the tent to be their own bride. No one cared about Cui Po, who was sitting quietly aside, and his occasionally glanced at him was only focused on Uda.

Cui Po, wearing a Confucian uniform with a leader, caressed Wuda's bright fur, while listening to the commentary of the news casually, waiting for the upcoming horse racing to officially begin.

As a loud and thick trumpet sounded outside Zampkin's tent, countless onlookers began to scream loudly, and the annual horse racing finally began.

Fifteen riders lined up at the starting point, and Cui Po, who was at the end of the line, was also infected by the intense atmosphere at this time, and felt that the passionate blood on his body gradually began to boil.

As another horn sounded, fourteen strong horses rushed out like arrows off the strings. The Tubo people were all athletes who could walk and ride horses. These fourteen people were the best among them, and naturally they were even more extraordinary. The moment the horn sound was pressed against, and the sound was far from comparable to Cui Po. The sound had just ended, and Lord Cui was already behind a horse position.

As the riders started, the people on both sides became more and more crazy. They stamped their feet and cheered for the heroes of the tribe at their peak. The girls shouted with red faces while throwing the selected wild flowers in their hands at their favorite riders. The whole scene looked extremely crazy.

The fourteen riders, who were not sure of the order, clamped their legs tightly on the horse's belly, and tried hard to lean forward to see the increase. Poor Lord Cui understood this. His upright sitting posture on the horse's back brought the best jokes to the Tubo people. He had no flowers behind the heroes, but only a series of gimmicks, which made the faces of the King of Kings and the Imperial Army soldiers watching the game red and fevered.

Wuda, who was highly anticipated by Cui Po, did not enter the state at all. It did not strive to move forward, but instead flashed to the side to avoid the dust stirred up by the horses in front. In just a short time, it was already farther and farther behind.

With the speed of lightning, the ten-mile race schedule has passed one-third. Wuda is already far behind. Seeing that it still can't enter the state, Cui Po, who was anxious, no longer cared about his heartache. He used his left hand to force the reins, and his right hand whip fell heavily, and his legs suddenly knocked tightly.

As these three distinct signals were sent out, Huahua immediately understood the owner's thoughts in pain. He heard the angrily leopard hisselves, and then he was shocked by the mounts of the shepherds watching the game. He raised his long hooves and flashed forward. His sudden acceleration caused Cui Po, who was not prepared, to lean back, and then began to follow the example and lean forward.

Accompanied by the domineering neighing, Wuda's stride became faster and faster, and his horse's speed became faster and faster. Suddenly, Cui Po tied his hair on his head and blew away for the wind, and a black head flew up. At a rapid speed, it floated into a straight line in the air. Seeing this scene, the crowd, which was still noisy, was silent.

It seemed that only a moment later, Wuda had caught up with the last navy blue horse. With a loud neigh, the moment he passed by, it opened its mouth and bit it. The horse was not as good as guard, and quickly dodged right. However, at high speed, this accident directly led to its chaotic pace, losing its center of gravity, and falling head-on. Even though the rider was experienced at the horse, he flew out with the power of his left foot to avoid the bad luck of falling into the horse formation ahead, but at such a rapid speed, the unprepared inertia fell out, and he fell heavily to the ground on the left. After a few rolls, he was nowhere to be heard.

At this time, Wuda had already entered a formation of dozens of strong horses moving forward. After running, he showed his naughty nature to the fullest. With his strength, he did not rush forward. He only bit his big mouth open on his furry head left and right. After squeezing over the three horses, no more horse dared to get within three feet, he accelerated forward with a cheerful neigh.

After this incident, there were only three horses left in front of Wuda, two of which were in parallel at the front, and the other dragged behind. With several accelerations, Wuda had already caught up with the dragged horse. The horse was very psychic. Seeing it coming forward, it seemed as if it knew it was ferocious, it dodged to avoid the right, leaving Wuda's open mouth completely useless. The angry Wuda did not chase after him, and rushed forward. When the horse saw that there was no danger and followed closely, it suddenly raised its long hind legs and kicked the horse's unprepared neck. With a plop, the man and the horse fell to the ground.

"Oh my God! Is this still a horse?" Seeing the series of strong horses falling to the ground, the shepherds watching the battle with their breath on the field suddenly had such an idea in their hearts. At this time, except for Wang Liang and a group of Tang people's delegation members such as the Imperial Army, there was no sound on the grassland of hundreds of thousands.

As Wuda approached at a rapid speed, the two riders in front seemed to have tacit understanding, separated from each other, freeing the horse path in the middle, allowing the evil horse to pass through, and never push forward when it takes the lead, and always rush forward through a horse position. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of their companions, the two riders actually gave up their lead position.

The whole journey of the ten-mile horse race was approaching in a blink of an eye. In the fierce strong wind, Cui Po tried hard to open his eyes. He saw that the thick rod with red silk tied at the finish line was already looking away from afar. After rushing forward for a while, the sound of two riders behind him shouting and slowing down came against the wind, but Wuda, who was already half-crazy under his crotch, had no intention of this and was still running forward.

Tighten the reins in his hand, Wuda not only did not slow down in pain, but instead made a long neigh and added another point of speed. Seeing that the bright red floating in the wind was getting bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, Cui Po, who was afraid to force his horse to stop falling down at high speed, could only complain while pulling his feet away from the stirrups, leaning back, ready to respond.
Chapter completed!