Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

In the past few days, He Zhiyang has been practicing the yellow rosewood skateboard seriously, and his knees and elbows are bruised and purple.

Even in the dream he fell asleep, he went to school on a skateboard, winning cheers from the capital.

But what pleased him the most in the dream was not everyone's applause.

Instead, Qiao Yue's sturdy and shiny black horse was left far behind by him.

His long gown fluttered with the wind, like a peerless and independent young knight, Qiao Yue rode on a horse and chased after him, barely catching up to the hem of his clothes, got off his horse in embarrassment and asked him what it was.

He Zhiyang looked proud, and talked about this dexterous skateboard.

Qiao Yue humbly asked for advice, and looked at him with eyes full of admiration...

The corners of He Zhiyang's mouth turned up with a smile, only after waking up did he realize that it was a dream. He was sitting on the bed stunned and furious, when he suddenly heard the sound of hammering outside the window.

He Zhiyang rubbed his eyes, pushed open the window, but was stunned. He Zhiji was only wearing a single shirt, with his sleeves rolled up, and he was squatting on his knees in the east courtyard, holding a hammer, beating around his skateboard .

He Zhiyang hurriedly ran out: "Brother?"

He Zhiji stopped his movements, saw his younger brother come out and said, "I didn't move your skateboard, it's a new skateboard I made in the past few days, can you see it?"

The bottom of the skateboard is exactly the same as He Zhiyang's before, except that there is a wooden handrail at the front, wrapped in a soft felt blanket, and decorated with moon-white laces.

It looks decent and elegant.

Shock and confusion overflowed in He Zhiyang's eyes: ...Brother, is this your idea? "

After the skateboard was remodeled, it was exactly the same as the scooter of later generations. Could it be that his brother also... wore it?

He Zhiji was still a little apprehensive: "Huh? You don't like it? I thought that since you rely on your legs to exert strength, it is difficult to change the bottom of the skateboard. Your body is unstable, mainly because you don't have a support armrest. Waist-level beams to give you a light."

He Zhiyang looked at his brother in a different way!

His brother was the commander of weapons in the army, and was responsible for designing various sketches of weapons such as firearms and guns. His father always praised everyone, how brilliant He Zhiji's brain is.

He Zhiyang doesn't understand weapons, and he didn't admire his brother before, but now that he sees this ancient scooter with his own eyes, he is convinced by He Zhiji!

"Brother, you're really good at thinking." He Zhiyang looked at the freshly baked scooter happily, and said with a smile: "I'll go to school tomorrow, so I'll just ride on it. It looks very stable and light. If you are familiar with it, remove the beam."

If this milky scooter was placed in modern times, He Zhiyang would not step on it if he was killed, but now it is the Ming Dynasty, have you ever seen a scooter with feet on wheels?

A scooter is enough for people in the capital to marvel and discuss.

It will not be too late to remove the beam in front of you when you are skilled in your skills. Step by step, you can continue to attract attention.

It was still dark on the second day, and He Zhiyang had already specially changed into a crazy moon white long-sleeved gown, ready to have a good time on the road!

Knowing his son's thoughts, Ren Anbo secretly ordered the housekeeper to clean up the entire road from the mansion to the Imperial College without leaving a single stone behind!

After finishing his meal, He Zhiyang stepped on his skateboard and headed for the Imperial College!

Early in the morning in the capital city, many people had already gone out to hang out and sell goods. When they didn't pay attention, they suddenly noticed the wind whistling behind them.

"Oh my God, did I just see a fairy? Swish--swipe past me!"

"I saw it too! It's a fairy! There's no sound of walking!"

"That's right, that's right, lightness kung fu can't be so subtle! Either riding the clouds and driving the fog, or having a magic weapon under your feet, isn't that the hot wheel in the book?"

The youth who disappeared in a blink of an eye left in the dust, leaving only the fluttering cold wind.

Let the spectators along the way reminisce about the glimpse just now.

Of course, many people came to their senses and chased after He Zhiyang to find out.

When he arrived at the Guozijian, behind He Zhiyang there were already a lot of melon-eating people, they followed in a hurry, eagerly waiting.

When He Zhiyang walked over on his skateboard, the gates of Jinyiwei and Guozijian were already shouting!

"Isn't that our brother Yang! How did our brother Yang fly up!"

"Ah, brother Yang, the number one young man in the East City, is coming from Yufeng and is unstoppable!"

"..."

The crowd was boiling and discussing, and their eyes all fell on He Zhiyang who was approaching.

"Qiao Yue!" After a distance of one foot, He Zhiyang saw Qiao Yue's figure among the crowd, and shouted loudly: "Brother Yue, do you think my mount is okay?"

When he was in the limelight, he naturally wanted the person next door to take a closer look at every strand of his hair flying up and down!

Qiao Yue happened to be standing in front of the Jinyi official school with everyone, looking at the smiling face of He Zhiyang who was approaching quickly, his breathing was stagnant, and he could only hear the heartbeat in his chest, hitting his chest one after another.

He seemed to ride the wind from the end of the sky, heading straight for him.

Qiao Yue was taken away by the arrogant young man, and he could no longer hold others in his eyes.

He Zhiyang slid in front of Qiao Yue, wanting to listen to Rainbow Fart, looking at Qiao Yue's dazed expression, he urged: "Brother Yue, why don't you speak? Look at my skateboard! How about it?"

"You have a lot of tricks." Qiao Yue's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he moved his eyes to other places and said indifferently: "Stand firmly, so as not to fall."

He Zhiyang snorted coldly, stepped on his lovely scooter with his right leg, and left without paying attention to Juechen.

Qiao Yue must be jealous, and what he said sounded sour.

He is stable, it is impossible to roll over!

Those spectators who followed followed He Zhiyang's skateboard like a gust of wind, and chased to the Imperial College.

A few whispers of discussion drifted faintly with the wind.

"Even if Jin Yiwei is skilled, he must be able to handle this skateboard."

"That's not necessarily true. How can they be so pleasing to the eye when they fight and kill?"

"..."

Qiao Yue shook his head and laughed, looking in the direction where He Zhiyang left, his eyes revealing his thoughts.

In the shooting garden, Li Xiao came as promised with his bow.

Jin Yiwei often competed with each other internally, and Li Xiao stretched out his hand familiarly: "Qianhu please."

Qiao Yue was not polite either, striding to the arrow stack, nocking the arrow and drawing the bow, swishing a few arrows.

He is handsome in martial arts, and his arrows hit the bull's-eye.

Li Xiao applauded twice, and said from the bottom of his heart: "I'm afraid my archery skills are not as good as Qianhu's, I'm going to make a fool of myself."

"It doesn't matter, my family is playing and discussing." Qiao Yue kept his expression down, put down his bow, raised his chin slightly and ordered: "Go and pick up the arrow."

Li Xiao led the order to go, just leaned over, but heard the sound of arrows piercing the wind and hit his back, he hastily dodged, turned over and fell to the ground, raised his eyes and was shocked: "Qianhu?"

Qiao Yue stood on the spot and drew his bow and arrow as usual, aiming at Li Xiao, the second arrow pierced through the wind, and he managed to dodge, the arrow only scratched his clothes, not even hurting his flesh.

Rather than saying that he hid in time, it might be better to say that Qiao Yue was deliberately controlling.

Li Xiao's face turned pale, and his chest heaved unsteadily: "Qianhu... what does Qianhu mean?"

Qiao Yue put his bow in his hand as usual, and his eyebrows were taken for granted: "It's okay, I want to have some new fun with you."

The corners of Li Xiao's mouth twitched, he couldn't be happy at all: "...Xin Lezi?"

Could it be that using him as an archery target is a new joy among thousands of households! ?

"Discuss skills." Qiao Yue raised his arms to aim at him, with a sneer on his lips, "General Banner is good at dodging surprise attacks, and Qiao is good at archery. Playing a few rounds like this is naturally much more interesting than just archery, what do you think?"

Without waiting for Li Xiao to agree, the next arrow pierced through the wind and landed firmly beside Li Xiao's neck, only a finger away from the meridians.

Li Xiao broke out in a cold sweat.

"Why don't you hide?" Qiao Yue lowered his eyebrows, drew his bow and shot an arrow quickly: "This is to learn skills, if you don't fight, wouldn't it be very boring?"

Qiao Yue is free and easy, understatement, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Li Xiao's legs were trembling with sweat and his shirt was wet. Only he knew how many people were tortured to death by Qiao Yue's hand holding the bow, and how bloodthirsty and violent he was in his bones.

For a moment, he couldn't think of any way to offend this Rakshasa, so he could only roll and dodge under Qiao Yue's arrow, so embarrassed.

Just when he was exhausted and was gritting his teeth and trying to kill him, Qiao Yue suddenly said with a hearty smile: "It's no comparison, Li Zongqi is still better."

Li Xiao raised his eyes, Qiao Yue put down his bow and arrow, walked over with a smile on his face, bent over and pulled him up from the ground.

Confused Li Xiao: "..."

"My family competes, just warm up!" Qiao Yue patted him on the shoulder seemingly affectionately, and said with a smile: "I won't compete with the general flag this time, if there is a next time, I will be serious!"

Li Xiao came back to his senses in a daze, and when he lowered his head, he realized that there was a piece of paper in his palm.

He lowered his head, his pupils constricted immediately, this is the letter he asked He Zhiyang to talk about Cuju back then!

Why is this letter in the hands of Qianhu?

Li Xiao looked at the back of Qiao Yue striding away in disbelief.

Could it be that Qianhu did this to... vent his anger on He Zhiyang next door?