The second prince of Southern Xinjiang quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "We are here to seek peace with all sincerity, but since our two countries have a dispute, we might as well make a bet. Do you dare to do so?"
Everyone stood behind the second general, "Let's bet. I am a great Cangwu, so how can I be afraid of you? Just tell me what you want to bet on? I will accompany you to the end."
"That's right, are you betting on money, life, or head? Come on."
The Saintess of Southern Xinjiang and the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang looked at each other and smiled with a look of success. The Southern Xinjiang envoy laughed and said, "Let's go through mountains of swords and seas of fire, sing songs against songs, and line up against lines!"
Although everyone didn't understand why, they still had to say some harsh words. It's better to lose the fight than the battle!
"What do you mean by climbing mountains of swords and diving into seas of fire? Do you people from southern Xinjiang gamble like playing house? Don't lose everything when the time comes."
Song Jinxiu collected the poisonous centipede and hid in the crowd. She was observing this little thing that had grown on her body.
Is this a kind of Gu?
This is a kind of nematode, just like human eyelashes. If she hadn't been prepared in advance and was highly vigilant when approaching the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, she would not have been able to detect it at all.
The little thing tried to get into her skin through the sweat glands, but unfortunately failed. It is now persevering in looking for a breakthrough.
Song Jinxiu smiled, found a small bottle and put it away. Let’s study it later.
At this time, the bet had already been made in the hall.
"Your Majesty, we can't climb mountains of swords and walk through seas of fire in this palace. Let's go to the square to decide the winner."
The emperor frowned and nodded.
He saw that the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang and the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang and others came well prepared. If he didn't convince them, it would be difficult for the peace talks to continue.
Yes, he is not afraid, but it will cost a lot to take over Southern Xinjiang. Now, not only southern Xinjiang, but also neighboring countries are waiting and watching. If they act, both sides will suffer, and it would not be good for the fisherman to gain.
Everyone left the hall, and the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please allow us to bring the sword pole into the palace."
Because there was a knife on the knife pole, he was stopped outside the palace.
Emperor Cangwu nodded, "Okay."
The envoy from Southern Xinjiang waved his hand, and soon a nearly 30-meter-tall chestnut log pole was erected in the square.
It turns out that "climbing the knife mountain" means "climbing the knife pole".
Use strips of golden bamboo to tie the sharp long knife, which is turned right side upside down, to the knife handle. The lower part of the knife handle is fixed with a wooden box, and the entire knife handle is decorated with various paper flowers and talisman flags in yellow, white, red, green and blue. The upright knife pole stands like a straight "ladder to heaven" in the square.
An official was curious and walked forward to check it out. He found that the sharp blade was real. He tried it three times and it broke hair without any success. More than 20 knives were crisscrossed and pierced through the towering wooden poles one by one.
People have to climb up there barefoot and ensure they don’t get hurt? Is this possible?
A thin man came from the Southern Xinjiang delegation. He stood in front of the knife and muttered something about sacrifice.
"Fire has its own fire god, and sword has its own sword god. Sacrifice the sword to the gods and pray for safety and survival."
After performing a simple ceremony, he climbed up the ladder of swords in one leap. The ministers held their breath.
놙See the man's waist and hips arched backwards, climbing up with steady steps. With every step, everyone would tense up, but the man remained calm.
Song Jinxiu narrowed her eyes. This man seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife, but in fact, half of his weight was on his arms.
And he also had some skills in gripping the blade, with the back of his hand arched, not on the blade, but on the blade itself.
In addition, human skin has a certain toughness and elasticity, which is why he was able to climb the knife mountain smoothly.
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the man climbed to the top and then "went down the mountain" steadily and rhythmically. Before the audience could resume their dancing pace, he had already lifted his foot to show everyone that there was indeed no damage.
"Your Majesty, our warriors are blessed by the gods and are invulnerable to swords and guns. I wonder if anyone in your country dares to demonstrate?"
Just now, everyone was watching the performance with trepidation, and now it was their turn, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, not daring to step forward.
It's not that they are afraid of death, but they don't dare to take on this kind of porcelain work without the right skills. After all, it concerns the reputation of the country.
Qi Cheng 俨 cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I may be able to do it with my Qing Gong, but I cannot guarantee that you will not be hurt at all."
He had seen the blade before and it was indeed sharp. Even if he was very good at martial arts, he would inevitably be injured if he fell on the sharp blade.
Song Jinxiu waved her hand, "Your Majesty, this kind of game doesn't require Lord Qi's help, just find a eunuch with good skills.
The emperor's eyes lit up and he looked at Song Jinxiu: Did this girl see something?
Song Jinxiu nodded at him, and the emperor understood and glanced at Eunuch Hai. Eunuch Hai said quickly, "Go, call Little Hazel over."
Little Hazel was about ten years old. Because he was very capable, Eunuch Hai valued him and asked him to do some capable work.
Song Jinxiu led him to the knife handle, held the blade with his archer hand and demonstrated, saying: "Don't let the blade touch your hand. When using it like this, your feet must be steady, accurate, and ruthless.
Keep one foot firmly planted and do not move, so you don't get cut. Do you understand? ”
Little Hazelnut was confused and nodded. He did as Song Jinxiu said, holding the blade and started to climb up.
Song Jinxiu calmly pasted a talisman on him.
Seeing the innocent face of the young eunuch, he was fooled by Song Jinxiu and went up the knife mountain. Everyone held their breath and dared not breathe.
When Little Hazel came down from over the knife pole, everyone rushed over to check. They saw a shallow mark on his white and tender bare feet, but no injury or bleeding, and they were all amazed.
Everyone in Southern Xinjiang was about to stare blankly.
This "walking on the knife mountain" also needs to be inherited exclusively in their southern border. How could the people of Cangwu know it?
The emperor laughed and said, "We, the people of Cangwu, are also blessed by the gods."
"Okay, let's call this a tie. Now let's compete in 'Descent into the Sea of Fire'."
In southern Xinjiang, there are several ways to walk through the sea of fire: one is to burn several iron plowshares red-hot and then walk barefoot across them step by step; another is to walk through the "sea of fire" of burning charcoal; and the other is to "walk with lanterns", which means arranging lanterns made of bamboo tubes in rows and walking through them with one lantern per step, while the lights are still burning.
The Saint of Southern Xinjiang, the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang and others discussed it and decided to compete in the most difficult one.
When the red-hot plowshares were lined up, everyone stepped back. An old man appeared among the crowd in Southern Xinjiang. He was dancing barefoot on a pile of white powder.
After a ceremony, he took a sip of water and sprayed it on the red-hot plowshare. When water met fire, a puff of white smoke rose immediately.
At this moment, the old man moved, and he walked quickly on the red-hot plowshare with his bare feet.
After a burst of burning "hissing" sounds, the old man had already reached the other side. He lifted up his feet for everyone to see. There was still smoke coming out of his feet, but there were no obvious signs of burns.
Song Jinxiu narrowed her eyes. The white powder that the old man stepped on first was salt, which could protect the soles of his feet.
There is also the crucial sip of water before he "goes into the sea of fire". The water sprayed on him can cool him down instantly, and his feet can quickly pass by to keep him safe.
Of course, the old man's thick soles were also the result of long-term training.
And for them in Cangwu, if they want to find such soles, they may have to go to the countryside to select them.
The problem is that the people in southern Xinjiang will not give them time to screen.
It seems that I can do it myself.
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