Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 27 Skinny as a ghost, shooting arrows

In front of the gate outside the lecture hall, a large carriage covered in black cloth stopped slowly.

"Master Hugh, we're here."

The groom sitting on the side of the shaft shook his wrist, and the long whip exploded.

The two fierce flood horses from Longhe Ranch snorted and obediently stopped.

Later, a skinny arm lifted the curtain, revealing an extremely mediocre, yellowed skin.

In his twenties, wearing a black gold crown on his head, and a blue brocade robe covering his sturdy frame, he looked a bit empty.

The person sitting in the carriage looked like a young, sickly tuberculosis ghost, weak and weak when blown by the wind.

It's hard to imagine that he is Yang Xiu, the righteous son of the Duke of Liang with a bad reputation.

"Is this the lecture hall? All right, Uncle Lu, you can go back, don't wait for me."

In Yang Xiu's hoarse voice, it was obvious that there was a bit of excitement.

During the days when he returned to Tianjing, he was locked up in the mansion and grounded, and he was already bored to death.

"Master Xiu, the Duke of the State has ordered you not to cause trouble, and get a martial arts examination in peace, and then go to Jiubian to hone for a few years, so as not to disappoint his expectations."

The coachman had gray temples, thick joints, and a long breath, obviously he was also a trainer.

"I see."

Yang Xiu frowned, lowered his head and said.

In those cloudy eyes, a green light flashed inexplicably, like a hungry wolf.

The breath of the whole person changed drastically in an instant.

There is a dangerous meaning of fierceness, cruelty, and disregard for life.

The coachman was startled, and his neck felt cold, as if he was being watched by some ferocious beast, he said hastily:

"Miss San also confessed before going out, so that Master Xio will not cause trouble, otherwise he will ignore you when he comes back."

Hearing the words "Miss San", Yang Xiu's eyes changed, and he immediately lost his temper, and said in a muffled voice:

"I will be obedient."

He jumped off the carriage and walked into the lecture hall without looking back.

Pass the outer courtyard and enter the inner courtyard.

Yang Xiu saw that several people on the shooting range had already started their first trial, and the sound of bows and arrows being pulled and bowed could be heard endlessly.

These young generals are more or less capable, and their grades are not bad.

The fifty-step archery target can hit the arrow without falling out.

But after reaching the level of two hundred steps away and opening the white ox bow, some people are unable to do what they want.

As for the [-]-step iron tire bow, no one has tried it yet.

"In the initial test, the final score is counted as the score. If you only win the ebony bow and the white ox bow, you must achieve seventy-eight out of ten archery marks.

And being able to move the iron tire bow, shoot the black gold arrow, and not miss the target for [-] steps is basically a steady pass. "

Coach Wei stood aside and said to Chief Chai.

"At the end of the day, it's still a test of strength, muscles and bones, it's just that I have a little more ability to control the subtleties."

Chai Qingshan twirled three long beards and said calmly:

"The kind of bow you draw depends on the strength of your muscles and bones, how far you can shoot, how many times you can shoot, and how strong your strength is. These are all external skills.

How to hit the bull's-eye is a test of internal skill.

It is not enough simply to have great strength, or to have a long breath. Only by being able to send and receive freely can the arrow hit the bull's-eye. "

Coach Wei nodded. Since ancient times, drawing the bow has been the number one way to practice strength.

Even in the great world of contention in ancient times, Confucian sages also included archery in the six arts of gentlemen for strengthening their bodies and bones.

"Yang Xiu is here. This son is really a born military seed, with a murderous spirit in his hits, no wonder he was favored by Liang Guogong and adopted as his adopted son."

Suddenly, Chai Qingshan narrowed his eyes, fixedly looking at the skinny young man who stepped into the inner courtyard.

The latter was looking at the shooting range, and seemed to have sensed something, and turned his neck, like a wolf looking back.

Those green eyes are bursting with radiance!
"It's so fierce and flamboyant!"

Wei Yang also said with emotion.

He is a blood-changing martial artist in the three realms, a veteran soldier who has experienced hundreds of battles, so naturally he will not be afraid of that wolf Gu Zhixiang.

But as an ordinary person, he has not been influenced by blood and fire.

I'm afraid that I will feel guilty and be directly suppressed.

"See how he behaves."

Chai Qingshan looked calm.

In the shooting range, Zheng Yuluo had just completed the initial test.

He held the ebony bow and the white ox bow, both of which pierced through the bull's-eye.

Only the iron fetal bow, because of its weak muscles and weak strength, could hardly be drawn into a full moon. When shot at a distance of [-] steps, ten black gold arrows could only hit three or four times.

"Brother Zheng, is that person Yang Xiu?"

Someone pointed and asked.

"That's right, it's him, a mad dog that God hates and ghosts hate."

Zheng Yuluo turned his head to look, his face was a little ugly.

Although he said that he wanted to vent his anger on his friend, he went to the martial arts hall in Tai'an Square to severely suppress Yang Xiu, and it would be best if he could steal the other party's fame.

But when it happened, I was still a little apprehensive.

Yang Xiu's martial arts is not the best among his peers.

But he is fierce by nature, he will take revenge, and he will do anything.

When I was a child, I was beaten by Zhong Xungui, a general from other countries, and I didn't go back to complain.

Just wait for the single one to be picked at night, grab the bricks and sticks and beat them to death.

The worst one is the young son of the Duke of Yue.

His neck was almost bitten off and he died on the spot.

A deep shadow has been left so far, and when he saw Yang Xiu, he hid and walked away.

"Before I heard brother Zheng say that this kid was arrogant, I thought it was some kind of character. I didn't imagine that he was a sick and consumptive ghost, and there was no sign of strong muscles and bones."

The man held his head high, as if he wanted to show off, and immediately stepped onto the shooting range, holding an ebony bow.

Facing Yang Xiu who was standing outside, he pulled the string and released it as a provocation.

"This idiot... a bad thing!"

Zheng Yuluo couldn't stop him in time, so he couldn't help covering his handsome white face. He had already guessed what would happen to this Wang Erlang of Xiaoqiwei's family.

"If you want to suppress Yang Xiu, you must have real skills! If Ji Jiulang from Fusi of Beizhen last time might be able to do it, which onion or garlic is your Wang Erlang..."

Sure enough, Yang Xiu, who was thinking of leaving after the exam, grinned and said silently:
"Ping'er, they recruited me."

He came to the shooting range, chose an ebony bow, and waited quietly.

Seeing this, Wang Erlang thought he wanted to compare who hit more targets.

With a chic smile, he immediately stretched his bow and set an arrow, drawing it into a full moon.

With a "swish", the white feather arrow flew out.

then!

Split in two!

Missed!
"Yang Xiu, what are you doing?!"

Wang Erlang asked angrily.

As soon as he let go of the bowstring, that skinny Yang Xiu, who looked like a sick ghost, also shot an arrow, and the arrow came first, cutting off his own white feather arrow.

According to the rules of the preliminary test, the sum of the number of hits and the number of rings is the final score.

If no arrow hits the target, it will naturally be zero points, and you will be defeated.

"I want to play with you."

Yang Xiu lowered his eyes.

"Intending to hurt both sides and get out together? You look down on me!"

Wang Erlang's chest rose and fell with anger, he sneered and said:

"Master, I don't believe you can do it every time!"

The difficulty of hitting a fixed bull's-eye and breaking the arrows fired by others cannot be compared at all.

Wang Erlang didn't say much, and used the quick-fire method his father had taught him.

In one breath, both arrows shot out!

clap clap!

The two white-feathered arrows fell to the ground weakly like birds with broken wings.

"Yang Xiu, don't bully me too much, my father is Xiaoqiwei Wang Zhongcheng!"

Wang Erlang's face sank like water, and he knew that he underestimated the righteous son of Liang Guo.

"I don't play with your father, why mention your father's name?"

Yang Xiu remained expressionless, waiting quietly.

It seems that if Wang Erlang doesn't shoot an arrow, he won't draw his bow.

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrows are raining down!

Being so humiliated in public, Wang Erlang was so angry that he used up his ebony bow and replaced it with a white ox bow.

But even if all the arrows were used up, he still couldn't hit the target once.

"Director, how should this be calculated?"

Wei Yang asked with a frown.

Although Wang Erlang provoked first, he did it on his own.

But looking at Yang Xiu's expression, he didn't seem to want to stop there.

The next few candidates came to the field, but they all used various methods to break the arrows, and they never hit the target.

"Let him go, I will only be in charge of invigilating the exam, and will not intervene in disputes."

Chai Qingshan's face was ashen, but he didn't choose to make a move.

In the first trials of the past dynasties, there is no lack of such fighting arrows.

The managers and instructors turned a blind eye and let the candidates compete.

Wei Yang moved his lips together, but finally remained silent.

All of a sudden, broken arrows rained down in the shooting range.

Many candidates glared at Yang Xiu, but they had nothing to do with him, they could only curse "Wolf bastard" in their hearts!
"Anyone else want to play with me?"

After defeating seven or eight people in a row, Yang Xiu squatted on the ground without style, holding a few gravels and asked.

He is strong, full of vigor, and has a precise vision. None of the candidates in the field is an opponent.

You don't even need to draw a bow, a few gravels are enough.

After a long silence, a calm voice suddenly sounded:

"Ji Yuan, Fusi of Beizhen, is willing to give it a try!"

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