Concentricity

The meal was extremely weird, Zhuang Xu didn't take his boss seriously at all, he looked indifferent, and only cared about serving Mo Jinyan and himself.

Zhong Yong, on the other hand, enjoyed himself and chatted with Mo Jinyan while eating. In this way, Zhuang Xu naturally didn't want to be left alone, and wanted to join the topic, and would argue with Zhong Yong from time to time.At this time, the corners of Zhong Yong's mouth would rise, and he would look at Zhuang Xu with eyes full of smiles.

Mo Jinyan watched with trepidation in his heart, and the suspicion in his heart became heavier. Why did he feel that Mr. Zhong had the same temperament when he looked at Brother Xu, and it was not like an ordinary colleague relationship at all.

By the time we returned to the barracks after dinner, it was already the end of the hour.Most of the soldiers were already asleep. They were all busy all day and were so tired that they wanted to sleep after eating.Mo Jinyan walked to the door of the barracks, and a black shadow greeted him: "Brother Jinyan, you are back? Have you eaten yet?"

It turned out to be Meng Changling, Mo Jinyan said: "Why don't you sleep after eating? Still standing in the wind."

Meng Changling threw down the grass root in his hand: "I'm not sleepy yet. I'll wait for you to come back and talk." He had been waiting for Mo Jinyan to come back after eating. , Tomorrow morning, there will be another bow and arrow competition, and there will be no chance to talk about it then.

"Oh." I ate the meal tonight for a long time, until the food was completely cold, and it didn't end.There was no way, the two adults didn't say they had finished eating, how could he just say go, so he had to sit with the two people who had been drinking.But he didn't want to sit stupidly, so he continued to pick up vegetables and eat until his stomach was round, all the vegetables on the table were wiped out, and the pot of wine was also drunk by those two, and both of them were a little tipsy. The seats were dispersed. "I'm full, find a place to sit."

Mo Jinyan knew that everyone in the room was asleep, so he found a leeward place outside and sat down: "How did you compete today?"

"It's okay, we've passed the first round." Meng Changling smiled shyly. Today was really lucky. The opponent he met in the first round was weaker than him, so he barely entered the top 150.

Mo Jinyan patted him on the back: "Not bad."

Meng Changling smiled embarrassedly: "Where, it's too far behind you, you almost got a headache..." At this point, he stopped talking, No. 2 seems to be nothing worthwhile to Mo Jinyan. Regarding the matter of praise, he comforted a little clumsily, "Well, you could have won the first place today, but Master Qianhu stopped the competition at the end."

Mo Jinyan smiled: "It's nothing, No.2 is also good, Liao Fang's sword skills are better than mine, at least in terms of endurance, he is stronger than me."

Meng Changling didn't know how to comfort him.

Mo Jinyan sneered: "Actually, this is not bad. At least remind me that there are days beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. I still need to work hard and improve. Card knives are my weakness, and I have to practice more in the future."

Meng Changling nodded: "Well, you will definitely beat Liao Fang in the future. You will beat more people."

Mo Jinyan laughed: "In the future, not only will I win against many people, but I will also cut down all the pirates under my knife."

Meng Changling once again heard Mo Jinyan talk about killing the pirates, he was a little hard to understand: "Brother Jinyan, why do you have to go out and kill the enemy?" lost.

"Why?" Mo Jinyan laughed, almost choking on tears, "They killed my father and fellow villagers, kidnapped my sister, burned my house, and almost put me to death—that's why I insisted on The reason for killing them. In this world, I no longer have blood relatives, and it is this hatred that supports me to live. I will never say that I am inseparable from the pirates!" His voice was not loud, but his words were like carvings. It is generally profound, full of hatred, and makes people feel infinite sorrow and anger.

Meng Changling never knew that Mo Jinyan had such a background, he and Zhuang Xu were called brothers, others didn't know, they thought they were really brothers, at least relatives, but he was actually alone.Meng Changling's eyes were moist, and he choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I thought..." He thought that Mo Jinyan was just harboring heroic ideals, but he didn't expect such a bloody feud, and suddenly, he felt extremely hateful.

Mo Jinyan also didn't make a sound for a long time, and after a long time, he said: "Okay, brother Changling, it's nothing, this is my hatred, you don't have to blame yourself. Go back to sleep, tomorrow you have to get up early to compete, and finally One, I won't let it go by."

On the second day, the weather changed suddenly, the clouds were low, and the north wind was howling, as if a heavy rain was brewing.Mo Jinyan knows that this kind of weather is the most unsuitable for archery, the wind is too strong, and the arrow is easy to miss the head, so when aiming, it is necessary to calculate the influence of the wind on the head.

Before the competition, he found time to test shoot a few times.The wind blows from the northwest, but the direction of the target and the station is north-south, the target is in the south, and the station is in the north. The wind will accelerate the speed of the arrow and make the arrow deflect.

He bent his bow and shot the arrow as usual, but the arrow almost missed the target, barely stuck in the very edge.He bent his bow and set the arrow again, and moved his left arm slightly to the right by half a point. This arrow did not miss the target, but it did not hit the center of the bull's-eye, but missed a bit.

Mo Jinyan stopped and thought about it carefully, what was going on, the deviation of the wind force had been taken into account.He turned his head sideways and looked at Meng Changling who was shooting arrows beside him.

Meng Changling was drawing his bow sideways to take aim, his bow was not fully drawn, only reached eight points, and with a whoosh, the arrow flew out steadily, right on the target, and it was right next to the red heart.

Bow and arrow is Meng Changling's most outstanding skill, because other things are always compared with strength and speed, only bow and arrow are compared with skill.Strange to say, Meng Changling himself said that he is a little short-sighted and can only see a vague outline of the target, but his bow and arrow are rarely accurate, above the average level of the entire recruits.

Mo Jinyan asked him: "How do you aim?"

Meng Changling replied in this way: "Look at the approximate position, and the rest depends on your own feeling. As long as the bow and arrow in your hand are steady, most of them can hit the target."

Mo Jinyan recollected Meng Changling's words carefully again, the target was located thirty feet away, and the details of the target were actually not clearly visible, so it would be better to rely on feeling like Meng Changling.When he tried again, he calmly drew the bow steadily, drew the bow to the fullest point, held his breath, stabilized his shoulders and arms, and released the arrow again, and the arrow really stably inserted into the bullseye.

"Good!" Someone applauded from behind.

Mo Jinyan turned his head and saw that it was Zhong Yong: "Master Zhong."

Zhong Yong was alone without any attendants. He was dressed in strong clothes, with a bow on his shoulders and a quiver on his back. He looked like he was here to shoot arrows. He continued, "Can you shoot arrows in this kind of weather?" It is so precise, it can be seen that he has mastered the essence of archery. Mo Jinyan, how about a competition with me?" After speaking, he stretched out his hand to take the arrow from behind.

Mo Jinyan had heard that Zhong Yong's archery skills were extremely high, and he was revered as a master archer of the Plum Blossom Institute, but he had never really experienced it, so he couldn't help but eager to try it, and clasped his fists together: "Okay, then I will learn it."

Zhong Yong laughed and said, "I've seen you shoot once before, how about I do it now?"

Don't ask for anything: "Lord Zhong, please!"

Holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, Zhong Yong stood on the spot, aiming at the target Mo Jinyan had shot, just casually aiming, nodding the arrow and drawing the bow.Before Mo Jinyan had time to see what happened, the arrow flew straight out, and with a "swish", it stabbed firmly on the red heart of the target.Zhong Yong shot two more arrows in a row, each of which was firmly inserted into the bull's-eye.

Mo Jinyan gasped, the sharpshooter really lived up to his reputation, and he was far behind him.He clasped his fists and saluted, "Your Excellency is indeed brave, and his reputation is well-deserved."

Zhong Yong laughed loudly: "What's the name? It's serious to be able to shoot arrows well. It's up to you to try it next."

Mo Jinyan wanted Zhong Yong to give him some advice, so he calmly aimed at the target as before, swishing an arrow, and it also hit the bull's-eye.

Zhong Yong nodded after looking at it: "Obviously you have mastered the basic skills. This is practice, so you can have the time to aim. If it is on the battlefield, the enemy's situation is urgent, and your life may be in danger at any time, so you can use it as quickly as possible. Speed ​​and the most accurate headshot. This requires you to practice constantly until you can draw the bow and shoot the arrow as you like, and hit the target."

Mo Jinyan nodded, he knew that he had a goal, which was to be like Zhong Yong and become a good archer.

He still wanted to say something, when the assembled gongs rang, Zhong Yong said: "It's time to compete, hurry up, work harder, your brother is waiting for your good news. By the way, I will let you know in advance. If you enter the final competition, there will be surprises."

Mo Jinyan didn't bother to ask what the surprise was, and hurried to the meeting point, thinking while running: Brother Xu expects me to get good grades, what does it have to do with Mr. Zhong.And what a surprise, what a surprise!

Because of the bad weather, many soldiers could not adapt to the changes in the environment, and their archery fell short. Some people raised objections, saying that the weather was too bad to be good for their performance, and they asked for another day to compete.The chief coach, Wen Jian, had a pale face: "When you go to the battlefield and encounter wind and rain, do you want to discuss with the enemy and wait for the weather to clear before going to war?"

As soon as these words came out, many people laughed.Wen Jian continued: "As a soldier, you have to go to the battlefield under any circumstances. Therefore, you must practice the ability to perform the best martial arts under any circumstances, so as to survive the cruel battle. Otherwise, either he will die or you will die!"

A group of people stopped talking, went quiet one after another, and continued the competition.