"Enough!"
Haven't you guys caused enough trouble? "Just as Tang Yong was about to open his mouth to agree, the Third Prince's angry shout suddenly came from behind him.
The Third Prince rode his horse over, glanced at Jiang Mu coldly, and said, "If you continue to make trouble, you two brothers don't need to participate in the Martial Arts Competition. Go home, and I will explain the reason to Lord Jiang."
Strangely, Jiang Liu, who was fearless just now, showed fear in his eyes when he heard this. Jiang Mu's back stiffened instantly. Although they didn't say anything, their expressions showed that they were admitting defeat.
Tang Yong felt strange when he saw this. Jiang Mu and his brother were fearless just now, but now they were afraid of their father?
Lord Jiang?
Could it be the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War, Jiang Hongtao?
Tang Yong was now full of questions, but before he could ask, the Third Prince had already climbed down the mountain and walked in front of him.
He said with a straight face, "Tang Yong, you're late. Come with me quickly to choose a Longma. Get ready to go!"
Tang Yong nodded and cooperated with the Third Prince as they walked toward the center of the crowd. The two rows of silver-armored cavalrymen opened up a path, revealing rows of Dragon Horses with glossy fur and incomparable Divine Lords.
Tang Yong was about to choose when he suddenly heard two cavalrymen behind him insert their steel sabers and shout, "Unrelated people are not allowed to come close!"
As soon as he turned around, he saw that Little Five was blocked behind by two tall and burly soldiers.
"Young Master …" Little Wuzi whispered.
Tang Yong patted his head. He had almost forgotten about Little Wuzi. He quickly explained the reason to the Third Prince. He thought that the Third Prince would hesitate, but he didn't expect him to agree without saying anything. In the end, he looked Little Wuzi up and down and said meaningfully, "I didn't expect Brother Tang to be such a sentimental person!"
"It's not like that …"
"No need to explain, I understand!
Come, quickly choose a Longma!
We're in a hurry. If we don't set off now, we'll miss the time! "
Under the Third Prince's urging, Tang Yong could only shake his head helplessly and give up explaining. He began to choose a Longma.
There were about 20 Longma in front of him, and their fur color and physique looked very good. They should be the imperial horses of the palace. It seemed that His Majesty also attached great importance to this competition. In order to make Han Tang's team look more orderly, even the imperial horses of the palace.
Tang Yong glanced at the many Longma and wanted to choose carefully. After all, this Longma was going to accompany him across the mountains. Naturally, he had to choose a docile and pleasant one. However, because Tang Yong came later, these Longma were also the leftovers. He looked at them one by one and suddenly stopped in front of a horse. Tang Yong's eyes lit up and he quickly walked forward.
Seeing this, the Third Prince also followed, but when he saw the horse Tang Yong chose, he frowned and said, "Although this horse looks handsome, it's too hot-tempered. Why don't you choose another one?"
Tang Yong walked in front of the dragon-horse with a white tail and a tuft of white hair on its head. At the sight of Tang Yong, the dragon-horse neighed excitedly. With a sudden tug, the dragon-horse pulled the rider who was holding the reins, causing him to tumble down. After that, it trotted towards Tang Yong.
The Third Prince thought that the Longma had gone crazy and was about to stop it, but he saw the Longma suddenly stop in front of Tang Yong. Then, it stuck out its tongue and licked Tang Yong's hand.
Tang Yong was speechless. Good lord, this punk. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and now he wants to give me a pill!
However, you can't just let the horse run and not let it eat!
Tang Yong still bought a Body Tempering Spirit Pill and secretly placed it in his palm. When the punk saw it, his eyes immediately lit up. He rolled his tongue and directly rolled the Spirit Pill into his mouth. With a crunch, he crushed it and swallowed it into his stomach.
After eating Tang Yong's pill, the punk suddenly became very attentive. He lowered his head and showed his reins, indicating that Tang Yong could climb on his back. He even shook his tuft of white hair, and his eyes seemed to say, "Come on up, I'll take you flying!"
Tang Yong was speechless and patted his head. He grabbed the reins and directly jumped on the horse. The punk didn't need Tang Yong to control it and directly walked towards the main group.
The Third Prince and the rider who was holding the horse behind were stunned. Was this the rogue horse they brought here?
This guy was not biting other Longma's ears, sneakily kicking people, and flipping the genius warrior who was riding on him to the ground. How could such a hot-tempered horse be so obedient?
They weren't hallucinating, were they?
The Third Prince looked at the rider with a confused expression. "Am I dreaming?"
The rider paused and replied, "Your Highness, it's daytime now."
The Third Prince was speechless.
Tang Yong helped Little Wuzi choose a docile female Longma, and the two of them were ready. On the west gate tower, a row of shirtless, burly soldiers raised a huge horn and blew it.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
After three blasts, the Third Prince stood on the Longma and raised his sword. He shouted, "The auspicious time has arrived, let's go!"
Boom!
The West City Gate was pushed open by two muscular men who were over two meters tall.
The crowd burst into thunderous applause and cheers. The awe-inspiring silver-armored cavalry was divided into two halves. One was the vanguard, directly leading the way out of the city gate. Following closely behind were the Third Prince and a dozen or so elites of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Tang Yong was also among them. Behind them were a dozen or so servants dressed in manservant's clothing. No wonder the Third Prince had agreed so readily just now. It turned out that someone had already set a precedent.
At the back of the group, there were still about a hundred silver-armored cavalrymen. After everyone rode out of the west gate, the cheers behind them gradually became softer. When they were about a hundred meters away, the cheers could no longer be heard.
The Third Prince raised the sword in his hand and shouted, "Full speed ahead, let's get to the Great Source Mansion before dark!"
At the Third Prince's command, everyone immediately spurred their horses into a mad gallop. The silver-armored cavalry was still alright, as they could barely maintain their formation when they galloped. However, the Han and Tang elites and manservants had not received systematic training. Once they started galloping, they quickly scattered.
Although Tang Yong's shamate looked a little like a chuunibyou, he was not careless at all when running. In a short while, he rushed to the front, and the one chasing him was Jiang Liu, who had been beaten by him until he vomited blood. Jiang Mu had gotten a spiritual medicine from somewhere and fed it to him. After that, his injuries were almost healed and there was no problem for him to travel. As for whether he could participate in the competition, it would depend on how well he recovered.