Peerless Junior Uncle

He Tingge frowned, looking at the leaving boys who were dressed like him, he thought about it and followed.

"Ting Ge?" Suddenly a voice came from behind him. He Ting Ge turned around and frowned at the young man who was following behind him, but did not speak.

"What are you doing with them?" The young man's delicate eyebrows and eyes were puzzled.

Of course He Tingge himself didn't know, but he just looked at the boy silently without saying a word.The young man seemed to be used to his silence, so he said, "I know you are annoyed that Tang Yu did not know how to hurt you yesterday, but Ergu is mainly inspecting your studies today, so don't mess around. Besides, fourth uncle is so defensive , you may not be pleased if you go. Let’s go, Master is waiting in front, don’t be too late.”

Although he didn't understand what the other party was talking about, at least he understood that the other party and himself had the same destination, so he nodded and followed.

The so-called practice field is actually a flat and wide open space. On one side of the field, there are a few grand master chairs neatly arranged. On the opposite side is a rostrum that looks like a military parade. There are two chairs on it and a small table in the middle.

He Tingge stood in an inconspicuous position in the middle of the line, following behind his so-called master.The middle-aged man in a dark blue robe walked to his chair and sat down with a solemn face. His slightly fat body was wrapped in the dark blue robe, but he looked energetic.Seeing the other senior brothers and their disciples find their seats and sit down, they just took a look and hummed softly.

Soon, all the young disciples were standing around the venue, but the so-called Valley Master on the rostrum hadn't arrived yet.Occasionally, he could hear the lukewarm conversations between the teachers and uncles in front of him. He Tingge looked around and found that they were all young men similar to his own age, all wearing purple embroidered white robes.There were a few disciples who were standing close to each other whispering among themselves. It was nothing more than talking about the Valley Master, or whether he would be praised by the Valley Master.There are also those who worry that they will be expelled from the valley because they are not good at learning.Some people were standing sleepy, yawning lightly.

Suddenly, He Tingge caught a glimpse of a person standing on a tree not far from the venue. His posture was not straight, and he was half leaning and half hanging.The azure clothes swayed slightly with the occasional wind.Looking at his figure, he seemed to be about the same age as himself, but he was a little far away and couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.The man seemed to notice that He Tingge was looking at him, and raised his hand to beckon.

He Tingge frowned and didn't know who it was, so he ignored him and turned his head to look at the rostrum in front of him.I don't know who else is there besides the valley owner?How come there are two chairs?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the surroundings quiet down, and then saw several masters sitting in front of him stand up, and respectfully said: "Master Gu."

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It was only then that He Tingge noticed that the person walking up slowly on the rostrum was wearing a deep purple wide gown, his white hair was tied casually behind his head, and he was holding a cane carved from unknown wood in one hand, walking slowly towards Chairs on stage.Although he looked old, he didn't show any signs of oldness. He raised his hand to signal the standing masters to sit down.

He Tingge subconsciously turned his head to look at the tree just now, but the man was nowhere to be seen.

"Let's start." The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.The owner of the valley didn't say much, just waved his hand and started directly.

Thinking of what Uncle Ran said, He Tingge silently watched several selected candidates walk to the field.

I don't know what the main investigation of this valley is. I saw that not only eighteen kinds of weapons were placed on the training ground, but also pens, inks, papers and inkstones, piano, chess, drums and music.

The first one to play was the disciple of the master uncle, who seemed to be slightly older than himself, and chose a very inappropriate short sword for his burly figure.He didn't see what the owner of the valley said, so he made an offensive on the field.

He Tingge didn't pay much attention to these things, just glanced casually, but when he saw the young man standing calmly, he couldn't help but praise him in his heart.

The next thing seemed to be the disciple of the Fourth Master Uncle, and the thin young man in the middle had a cynical smile on his face, which suddenly made He Tingge think of Tang Yuzhen, and the battle that was narrowly won.Gritting his teeth secretly, he lowered his eyes.I don't know what the other party is performing, but there are bursts of applause from around.

When he raised his head again, it was the young man who had called him before. He didn't choose any weapon, but he just picked up the pen and ink and wrote something on the paper, but he couldn't see it.He Tinge looked up to see Master Gu on the rostrum.After looking at it, he couldn't help frowning, there was a young man beside the valley owner at some point, looking at the sky blue monochromatic robe, wasn't it the young man on the tree just now?

I saw him leaning over to Gu Zhu and saying something, Gu Zhu had a different look on his originally expressionless face, and looked in the direction he was pointing, and it happened to fall on He Tingge.

He Tingge frowned deeply.Then I heard Gu Master's clear voice faintly: "Er Zhong, call your disciple, let me have a look."

For a moment, everyone's gazes followed the direction of Gu Zhu, and they unconsciously moved out of the way.He Tingge looked around and suddenly felt his nerves jumping violently.

Er Zhong stood up from the chair with a slightly fatter body, looked at the disciple who seemed neither gregarious nor capable, his face froze.He hesitated and said, "Master Gu..."

"Come on." Gu Zhu interrupted him and waved to He Tingge.

He Tingge hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, and stood in front of the valley owner without humility. At this time, the boy who was standing was sitting beside the valley owner, blowing the tea in the teacup with his head down. , can not see the face.

Many teenagers in the surroundings looked at him with expressions of watching a show.

"What academics do you have?" Gu Zhu asked lightly.He Tingge frowned when he heard the words, and glanced at the culprit next to Gu Zhu. Although the other party didn't look up, he still felt that the corners of the mouth must be curved on the lowered face.

After thinking about it, He Tingge finally walked towards the most inconspicuous prop under the surprised eyes of everyone.

The reason why everyone was surprised was because there was a bow there, an old and simple bow with a thin layer of dust on it.A few feathered arrows seemed to have been placed for too long and had small moth-eaten holes, and the arrowheads were also stained with rust.

If you want to ask He Tingge what he knows, to be honest, he doesn't know how to be present.If there is an opponent now, he might rather choose to be shirtless with the opponent than to use the cold weapon on the side.As for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, let alone, cells that have not been cultivated since childhood will not grow suddenly.Although the calligraphy is not bad, but when he glanced at the running script of the young man just now, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, comparing people to people, and sure enough, it was not even the slightest bit worse.

Of course, what he is best at is the gun, which seems to have an innate sensitivity to long-distance shooting.Since he first held a gun at the age of 17, he has almost never missed it.

Therefore, in the absence of firearms at present, it is natural to choose the same long-distance shooting weapon as the gun, the bow.

However, when the people present saw him picking up the bow, they all showed disdainful expressions. The owner of the valley narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly. Now, apart from bows, feathered arrows are nothing more than boudoir pleasures for people as throwing toys.

Although as one of the eighteen weapons, the bow has high damage and a long distance, but somehow, the bow is the art that all the disciples in the entire Green Valley, and the teacher is the last to be involved in.Therefore, there are very few bows and arrows in the valley, but as one of the [-] kinds of weapons, they have to take out one casually to fill up the number just like this scene.

He Tingge didn't care about the gazes and sighs of the people in the field. He bent down and picked up the rather dilapidated bow, and pulled the string. It didn't feel too bad. Looking at the feathered arrows scattered on the ground, it was obvious that the arrows were rusted. , shaped like broken copper and rotten iron.

The owner of the valley looked at the young man on the field thoughtfully, stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, and said nothing, while the young man beside him also raised his head at this time, looking at him with a trace of curiosity on his handsome face. He Tinge's lips curled into a smile intentionally or unintentionally.

Taking the bow to the center of the arena, He Tingge looked around, because he didn't expect someone to choose a bow, so he didn't set up a target.Looking at the gazes of the people around him, it seemed that there might not be anyone who would suddenly and hospitablely set any targets.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a gust of wind around him, a white shadow passed by, and stood a hundred meters away in a blink of an eye, He Tingge's heart was slightly shocked, so fast!

Turning his head to look, there was no figure of the young man on the stone platform, only the clear voice of the young man came from a distance: "I will be the target."

He Tingge squinted his eyes, looking at the sky-blue figure a hundred meters away, but still couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.The young man stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a brisk voice, "If you hit Yintang, you will be considered as the target. If you miss it, come and be my servant for a month." Setting a trap for him.

Brows furrowed, He Tingge finally raised the bow in his hand, hitched the devastated feathered arrow, and drew the bow full towards the people in the distance.

Vaguely feeling that the young man seemed to raise a smile, He Tinge's arrow that was originally aimed at Yintang slightly moved down a bit. Having received advanced education, he naturally knew that both bullets and arrows go on a parabola, not to mention that the arrow is faster than the above As far as bullets are concerned, it's not even a star.why so