"Song Qiying is so rude! He only defeated me twice because he had a good bow, and he won't show mercy when he gains the upper hand!"
In the big room, He Tai's face turned red with anger. The bottle of Zizhi Yangxin Pills that he had obtained from Tianying Martial Arts School was originally used to break through to the second level of training.
If he loses to Song Qiying now, he will not only lose face, but it may also help him enter the bone training stage earlier. The more he thinks about it, the more depressed he becomes.
"If you lose, you don't lose. Why should the young master's family care about it? It will make you appear stingy and make the Second Young Master Song more arrogant."
Bai Qi said a few words of relief, and gave He Tai a step down the stairs. He talked with him and pulled him to the dusty racecourse.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and torches were lit around, crackling and burning, illuminating the surroundings.
Unlike the fish farm and the fire kiln, which are foreign forces, the Song family is a common surname in eight villages in Heihe County. Song Qiying's grandfather had many brothers, about a dozen of them. Later, he also absorbed relatives such as cousins, forming a 500-year-old family. The hunting gang on Satoyama Road.
Then he climbed up the road of Taoist officials in Yihai County, practiced his skills well, and figured out the trading channels for mountain people to cut firewood and collect herbs. Only then did he have one of the three famous "firewood markets" today.
The ginseng harvesting village is under his control, and the owner of the village is also named Song.
In terms of seniority, he would have to call Song Qiying "uncle".
"Second uncle, the lambs have been killed. They are exactly seven months old. The meat is the most tender and has no fishy smell at all."
The owner of the village, Song Zhongping, who was in his early forties, was very polite.
"Excuse me, Master Song. How is the harvest this year? I heard from my father that someone in your village collected half a basket of hundred-year-old Polygonatum japonica?"
Song Qiying put one hand behind his back, tried his best to act like the second young master, and pretended to ask about the situation.
"He was very lucky. He got lost in the Guanyin Rock area and got a good harvest by accident. Shenbaozi said that the mountain god showed up and he will sacrifice it tomorrow."
Song Zhongping answered truthfully.
"Well, by the way, before I go out, my father asked me to tell Master Song that before the heavy snow closes the mountain, let Shenbangzi take more people to cut down some hundred-year-old sandalwood and locust tree. The Taoist officials of Yihai County will use it to repair the temple recently."
Song Qiying cleared her throat and repeated the explanation.
The fish pen is backed by Pai Gang, and the firewood market is backed by the government building.
Each has his own backing, each has his own way, and he has to do his own thing.
"I understand, Second Uncle, I will release the reward later so that those who chop wood and gather herbs can hold on tight."
"The lamb is roasted, call us again."
Song Qiying waved her hand, and the owner of the village, Song Zhongping, clasped his fists and retreated.
This is the hierarchy of respect among clans with big surnames. It is not only because Song Qiying is senior and Song Zhongping is respectful and respectful, but also because the other party belongs to the main line of the "Song" surname, and other branches can only obey.
"Second Young Master of the Song Dynasty, you are not bad at it. The Taoist officials in the county and city have to ask Chaishi for help when repairing temples."
Zhu Linger joked with a smile.
She is not the daughter of Zhu Wan, the master of the Shenshou sect, but a relative of the madam's natal family and one of the high-ranking sects of Yihai County.
When it comes to identity, he is more powerful than He Tai and Song Qiying.
This is also the reason why Zhu Ling'er can amuse the two young masters of Yulan and Chaishi.
If it were another young lady from a wealthy family, it would be too late to please her even though she was petty.
Song Qiying won a bet and was in high spirits. When she saw He Tai returning to the racecourse, she hurriedly shouted:
"There is no connection, just a little bit of incense. Compared with Shaodongjia, who has great hands and eyes, he can go to the county and find a good job."
He Tai's face was as dark as water, he was so angry that he was about to walk away immediately.
Bai Qi had no choice but to deliberately try to persuade him to stay like a child:
"Young master, I have never touched a long bow or arrow, and I want you to teach me a few tricks. Otherwise, when I go into the mountains, I won't be able to hit a single prey, and I will come back empty-handed with a dull face."
He Tai's expression softened slightly and he turned around and said:
"Bai Qilang, you have a well-groomed body, broad shoulders and a broad back, and a pair of ape arms. You are a natural at bow and arrow shooting. You should learn quickly."
To be a sharp archer, there are only two major requirements. One is strong arm strength and the ability to draw a strong bow. The other is accurate vision and the ability to hit the target with perfect accuracy. Martial arts are known as "ape arms" and "eagle vision".
"Young Master, you are not good at archery yourself, how can you teach Brother Bai?"
Song Qiying finally felt proud and proud. How could she let go of the opportunity and take the initiative to come over:
"I may not have the ability to pierce a Yang with a hundred steps, but within eighty steps, I can still fire arrows without missing a beat."
A martial artist's introduction to archery is to set up a stack at sixty paces and tie it with a rope. Five out of ten arrows are considered qualified.
If it is the elite soldiers recruited by Longting, the requirements are usually higher. Only one who can fire a three-hundred-jin bow from a distance of one hundred and twenty steps and can hit six or seven can be selected.
He Tai snorted coldly:
"The villain succeeds! If I hadn't relied on the Song family's unique 'Eagle Vision', I might not have lost to you."
Song Qiying was not angry at all. Instead, he took the long bow handed over by his entourage and flicked the bow string with his fingers, making a crisp sound, as if showing off:
"Young Master, what you said is so lame. Since ancient times, the winner has always been the winner and the loser is the enemy! It's meaningless no matter how unconvinced the loser is!"
He Tai felt depressed and his teeth were itching with hatred. If he had known better, he should not have competed with Song Qiying in archery and lost his wife and soldiers in vain.
"Second Young Master Song, you might as well choose a good bow for me and practice my skills."
Bai Qi was trying to smooth things over. He was rushing to learn archery to see if he could improve his skills.
"It's not difficult. The quality of a bow mostly depends on its material. The simplest one is the hunting bow. It is made of a single piece of wood or the main material is bent, and is tied with animal tendons or hemp strings. It can only hunt pheasants and rabbits.
If you use larch or elm wood to make the bow body, deer sinew as the string, and birch wood as the arrow, you can kill jackals and mountain pigs. "
Song Qiying indeed had two brushes, and he explained clearly the pros and cons of the six materials of a bow, namely horn, tendon, glue, trunk, silk, and lacquer.
“When the bow is fully drawn, it is best to keep a distance of three feet between the string and the arm, so that the bow stem will not be deformed or damaged and will be preserved for a long time.
There is also the choice of horns, and powerful craftsmen are very rigorous. For example, when making an ox horn bow, you need to know that the horns are thickest in the autumn. In the spring, the horns are killed and the horns are thin and unbearable.
Young calves are wet and straight, old calves are crooked and dry, weak, and their horns are not moist..."
"None of these young masters is a real playboy. He knows everything from boxing to martial arts to archery and horse riding."
Bai Qi sighed with emotion, listened carefully to the key points, and tried to condense his own insights.
"Brother Bai, this horn-hard bow is just right for you. Its color is green and white, and it is a first-class product."
Song Qiying talked endlessly, enjoying the feeling of being a teacher.
“You really get what you pay for.”
Bai Qi took the horn-hard bow that was handed to him, and based on the six materials taught by Song Qiying, he could tell whether it was good or bad.
"The horns are buffalo horns, the sinews are the tendons on the backbone of the cow, and the glue is boiled from fish bubbles. It is more elastic and stretchable when glued to the bamboo tire... It takes several months to dry the glue on the bow tire, and then debug it. It took a year and a half to make it. It's not worth seventy or eighty taels."
Seeing Bai Qi admiring the horned bow, He Tai's eyes twitched, as if he was afraid that Song Qiying would snatch him away:
"Bai Qilang, I have a four-hundred-pound ironwood bow in my collection. I will show it to you some other time. If you like it, I can give it to you."
Bai Qi couldn't help but be stunned. These rich guys exploded gold coins. How come each one was more powerful than the other?
When Song Qiying heard this, he immediately refused to be outdone:
"When it comes to good bows, our Song family ranks second in Heihe County, who dares to rank first?
My grandfather's golden python bow can spit out venom, which will kill you if it touches it. He has killed great monsters!
Although you may not be able to give it away, it doesn't hurt to let you touch it. "
He Tai sneered:
"It's so unattractive to pick at it. If your Song family's golden python bow is the best, then Wang Ding, who can't escape from cold arrows, what about the eight hundred kilogram black dragon bow in his hand? A thousand steps away, Killing people is like nothing! Is it wrong?!"
Song Qiying's eyes flashed:
"Don't talk about the black dragon bow. It is the hard work of the master craftsman in the fire kiln. The golden snake bow is naturally incomparable. But that cold arrow cannot be escaped. He learned archery from my father in his early years. When it comes to our relationship, I'm afraid It’s closer to Chaishi, so it’s not your turn to move out the fish pen and bluff!”
Bai Qi looked at these two people facing each other, feeling speechless.
Don't just talk, you two should bring something out!
He coughed twice and changed the topic:
"You two young masters, please calm down for a while. How about we continue the bet we set during the day and continue the competition?
In terms of archery, I am not as good as the Second Young Master of the Song Dynasty, so I might as well try an arrow. The one who hits the target a hundred steps away wins. "
Song Qiying held the Bailian Bow and chuckled:
"Haha, Brother Bai wants to give me five treasure fish. How can I refuse this kindness?"
Since he was a child, he has used fifty-year-old wild ginseng with a secret recipe, boiled the soup and applied it to his eyes, developing the unique "Eagle Vision" of the Song family.
Even He Tai, who claims to be an excellent archer, is no match and has been defeated repeatedly.
"It's already dark today, and my eagle vision can see the night like day, which is a big advantage.
Let's do this, I won't bully Brother Bai, but I will also convince the young master's family to lose, so I specially took a soft bow. "
Song Qiying surpassed He Tai and felt very happy. He didn't take Bai Qi to heart at all, and actually proposed to compete with a soft bow against a hard bow to see who could hit the target in a hundred steps.
"Bai Qilang's ape arm competes with Second Young Master Song's eagle vision! This scene is quite exciting!"
Zhu Ling'er, who was watching, shouted, and a pair of beautiful eyes glanced at Bai Qi, who was holding a hard bow with horns:
"I'll also join in the fun and press a small item that I carry with me."
The young lady from the Shenshou Sect smiled brightly and took off the ring ring she wore on her left hand.
"Bet Bai Qilang that he can win!"
