When Xue Huaiyi saw Princess Taiping and Shangguan Wan'er leave, she snorted heavily. When she saw Yang Fan, she smiled again. He just heard all Yang Fan's words. Xue Huaiyi was a man in the market and was very particular about loyalty in the world. Yang Fan's very loyal answer was especially for his spleen and stomach.

Xue Huaiyi patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and shouted: "Don't listen to the charming fox coaxing people. Just do it well. In the future, I will give you a big future!"

There were also many palace maids and eunuchs present. Xue Huaiyi openly accused Princess Taiping of being a charming person and was not afraid that these words would be heard by Princess Taiping.

In fact, in Xue Huaiyi's heart, Princess Taiping is indeed a charming person. Every time she sees her, she can't help but feel distracted.

What if this kind of monster is not a fox?

As soon as Princess Taiping and Shangguan Wan'er left, they could not continue the competition. With the current physical condition of the monks in the White Horse Temple, they could not compare. The monks put on monk's robes and prepared to leave the palace.

Xue Huaiyi led the monks out and asked about the situation of the competition just now. Although Yang Fan was also angry at Ma Qiao for being unscrupulous, once these monks were ignorant, Xue Huaiyi got angry, Ma Qiao would inevitably suffer again. He hurriedly snatched up and said a few words, then changed the topic and said with a smile: "Abbot, if we can show our faces in the Shangyuan Competition, what will the abbot be willing to reward the disciples?"

This sentence is something that all the disciples want to know. Those who originally wanted to sue Maqiao's black figure immediately closed their mouths and pricked up their ears to listen to Xue Huaiyi's words. Xue Huaiyi waved his hand and said, "If you can show the majesty of our White Horse Temple, each person will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan!"

After hearing this, the monks suddenly heard the sound of joy. Xue Huaiyi glanced at Yang Fan and said, "As for you, you have made great contributions to the White Horse Temple to be qualified to enter the palace to participate in the competition. Sajia said that you want to give you a great future. What do you want?"

Yang Fan said: "Disciple... I want to join the army like the 19th junior brother!"

Xue Huaiyi was slightly stunned. He said he wanted to give Yang Fan a future, which was not a lie. But his original idea was to arrange Yang Fan separately as the master of a temple under the jurisdiction of Baima Temple, or to change him to a lay disciple of Baima Temple, and then use his rank of general to ask him for a general with a position as a post. After all, he actually didn't want him to leave him.

The Spring Festival is held every year, and next year and the next year, once Yang Fan leaves, wherever he finds such an outstanding person to lead the White Horse Temple to participate.

Xue Huaiyi said unhappily: "What, Shiqi, do you really want to leave the Sa family?"

Yang Fan quickly approached and lowered his voice, "Abbot, if it weren't for you, my disciples and Shiba would have gone to the world long ago. How could I forget this kindness? If you say that my disciples are profit-oriented, you should understand that you can enjoy the cool air by relying on your big tree, don't you?"

Xue Huaiyi's face was slightly relaxed. He said, "Then why are you..."

Yang Fan showed a little bitter expression and said, "Abbot, I just don't want to be a monk. In fact, no matter where I go, I am still your disciple of the abbot? Besides, if the disciple enters the imperial guards and can make a name for himself, you will not be harmed by the abbot.

Abbot, think, if the abbot has the favor of the queen, no one dares to rebel against you. However, the abbot is not good at bothering the queen, right? If the abbot has his own strength in all aspects, especially in the army, then the abbot is like a big tree with deep roots. No matter how it blows, it will not shake the abbot. The queen... After all, she is old..."

Xue Huaiyi realized it and nodded slowly, "Well! That's right! Okay, since you have this intention, after the Yuan Dynasty this year, the Sa family will send you and the nineteenth to the imperial guards!"

Yang Fan hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, abbot!"

When Yang Fan learned that Chu Tiange's biggest wish was to return to the Imperial Guard, and when this request was agreed by Xue Huaiyi, he had the idea of ​​joining the Imperial Guard, but he had never found a chance to speak. Now that Xue Huaiyi and Princess Taiping had a chance to leave, he unexpectedly helped him.

I remember that he had been arrested in the city to understand the siege, but he did not expect that Xue Huaiyi would not only be able to see Shangguan Wan'er, the hidden prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, but also had a chance to connect with the nearby Shenji of Qiu. This monk Xue is really his lucky star!

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Although the White Horse Temple lost with only one goal, they were very excited for a while after a battle. However, after this battle, they still saw their shortcomings, even though they did not admit it.

Since then, their training has become more hard-working. Yang Fan was worried that these rogues would not endure hardship, but he did not expect that once they mobilized their fighting spirit to admit defeat, they would endure harder than ordinary people.

You know, they all have poor family backgrounds and have no support for food and clothing, and have become rascals. They have suffered a lot back then. Although they have become rascals now, their hard-working spirit has not been lost, but they are just concealed by their rascal and slick appearance. Now they have the fighting spirit of fighting and Xue Huaiyi's generous rewards, how can they not do their best?

Two days later, they walked into the palace and competed with the Cuju team in the palace. After they came back, they continued to practice their skills in response to their shortcomings. Yang Fan was the main force of the team every time, and he had confronted Xie Xiaoman from the Big Inner Team more than once. Both of them were deeply impressed by the other party. When they met, they were like fighting a rooster, thinking about pressing the other party.

Qiu Shenji has sent news that the masters of the attacking masters drawn from various imperial guards will be assembled tomorrow and will come to compete with the White Horse Temple at that time. Therefore, Yang Fan did not give everyone too many training tasks on this day, but simply moved his body to avoid consuming too much physical strength.

Maqiao has been sitting on the bench these days. Although he has no share in the competition, he is naturally excluded in all the daily activities of Baima Temple. Imagine that when you are in a group, everyone thinks you are air and no one sits with you for a meal. What does that feel like?

It is not easy to integrate into a circle, but it is easy to be excluded and isolated by a circle. A mistake is enough to make you beat everyone. From small ones to large ones, to large ones, and to a country, all of them are like this. Maqiao sat alone under the shade of locusts, with his chin on his knees, looking at his partner on the court, looking at his lonely face.

"That's it. Brother Chu, you go back and have a rest. Tomorrow, we don't care about the imperial guards' game, win or lose. The key is to be familiar with their playing style and learn their strengths. Only by competing with such a truly powerful team can we improve ourselves."

"Well... OK, you should also take a break early, so don't practice equestrian tonight."

Chu Kuangge wanted to speak but stopped, and finally nodded, said according to Yang Fan's meaning, and turned around and walked towards the Zen room.

Chu Kuangge naturally had confidence in his own attack. After this period of hard practice, Yang Fan also made great progress in riding skills. In addition, his already superb ball skills are enough to make up for his riding skills that are inferior to the first-class masters. Chu Kuangge believes that if there are two or three more masters like him and Yang Fan in their team, they will be enough to compete with the imperial guards.

However, such masters are hard to come by after all. It is difficult to win the fierce polo game by relying solely on the two main players. Chu Kuangge lacks confidence in this. This matter also concerns whether he can return to the Imperial Army, so he is under great psychological pressure.

But even if Yang Fan knows this, Yang Fan is powerless and can only increase his worries. It is better not to say it. Yang Fan actually knows Chu Kuangge's psychological pressure. This game is just a face for Xue Huaiyi, and for all the ruffians, it is just a wealth of 100,000 yuan. It actually has extraordinary significance for him and Chu Tiange.

However, he also felt that there was no need to say this worry, so he just silently glanced at Chu Kuangge's somewhat heavy steps and said nothing.

Seeing that Yang Fan was idle, Ma Qiao felt a little taller, as if she was afraid that Yang Fan would not see him. These days, due to the neglect of everyone, he was so angry that he was so angry that he kept his tail between his legs and did not dare to speak. Even Yang Fan was a little timid to contact him. However, among the people, he was only the most intimate with Yang Fan, and at this time, he was more eager to get close to Yang Fan.

"Brother Qiao, come with me!"

Yang Fan came over, but only said one sentence, and kept walking towards the backyard. Ma Qiao quickly got up, patted the soil on his butt, and followed him.

In late autumn, the tower forest is very quiet.

The first-level pagoda, the third-level pagoda, the fifth-level pagoda, and the seventh-level pagoda, from one to seven, built for the deceased monks according to different status, is like pagodas standing quietly there, forming a quiet jungle of towers.

Yang Fan walked slowly in the tower forest, walked for a while, sat down on a seven-story pagoda pedestal covered with moss on the eaves, turned his head and looked at Ma Qiao, patted the stone pedestal beside him. Ma Qiao walked over knowingly and sat down carefully next to him.

Yang Fan raised his face, looked at the dusk sky, looked at the dusk sky for a while, and suddenly asked casually: "Brother Qiao, what do you mean by living?"

Ma Qiao was nervous, not knowing what topic to use to break this cold situation. When he suddenly heard him say this, he couldn't help laughing: "No, Xiaofan, you have been a monk for a few days and have just been a monk, and you have been using the old monks to attack the maneuvers. Do you still want to be a real monk?"

Yang Fan stared at him seriously and said word by word: "This is not a martial arts. I just want to know, what exactly do you want to live?"

Ma Qiao was a little confused. After thinking about it for a while, he said silly: "Living..., my parents gave birth to me, of course I have to live. Just live well when I live, respect my parents, marry and have children, and continue the incense. It should...it should be like this, otherwise... what do you think you want?"

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