A flash of astonishment flashed across Song Qiying's eyebrows, and then he laughed and said:
"Miss Zhu is determined to support Brother Bai. I can only be the villain who beats the mandarin ducks. The cracked Baosteel ring is also a rare thing."
Zhu Ling'er clasped her hands behind her back, her eyebrows curved like crescent moons:
"It is often said on the battlefield that a arrogant soldier will be defeated. Second Young Master of Song Dynasty, you underestimate the enemy too much. Bai Qilang's arms are stretched out, his strength is extraordinary, and he holds a strong bow, so he may not be unable to win."
Song Qiying's eyes were playful, and she didn't seem to think that Bai Qi could beat his own soft bow with a hard bow.
Zhu Ling'er's words were too amateurish. Archery is not about comparing who can draw the bow like the full moon. Only when there are no missed shots can one be considered great.
Although there were torches burning around the racecourse, the cold wind was howling and swaying, making it still very dark.
In this terrible environment, standing a hundred steps away, He Tai, the young master of Yu Lan with excellent shooting skills, could not guarantee that he would hit the target.
Not to mention Bai Qilang, who was shooting with a bow for the first time!
Song Qiying clapped his hands and asked someone to set up two red-painted leather archery targets.
Then he picked up the soft bow, lowered his waist and sat on the horse, clasped the phoenix eyes with his five fingers, and used his strength to penetrate his arms. He released and released the bow string, making a "click" sound that was almost breaking.
Duh!
The feathered arrow hit the bullseye, and its tail shook violently!
From setting up the bow, pinching the arrow, and then releasing it, everything is done in one go, crisply and neatly, which shows the profoundness of the archery skills.
Song Qiying threw away the discarded soft bow and looked at Bai Qi, who was still asking He Tai for advice:
"Bai Qilang, if you don't miss the target, I'll count you as the winner, how about that?"
Bai Qi shook his head:
"That's so boring. Since it's a gambling game, everyone should have fun together. It won't be fun if Second Young Master Song gives way to me too much."
He Tai crossed his arms, and after teaching Bai Qi how to draw the bow and exert force, he remained silent and resisted the urge to speak.
At this time, the wind was so strong that dozens of torches were dancing wildly, and the vast night was shaking like water waves, making the eyes wander unsteadily.
From the time of day alone, Bai Qilang has already lost.
Let Song Qiying shine again!
He Tai sighed.
"Song Qiying's martial arts may not be superior to mine, but his shooting skills are indeed amazing, especially his pair of eagle eyes that can see in the dark, which makes him even more powerful.
My advantage lies in my well-developed muscles and bones, my ape-like arms that are good at shooting, and my dragon-like horse strides, so I have no chance of winning..."
Bai Qi's mind was calm, and he didn't need to make bets, just to avoid Song Qiying's strengths.
He breathed evenly, and exercised the golden elixir in a gentle and gentle manner. The energy and blood in his body seemed to slow down, and his eyes were focused, motionless on the red-painted bullseye a hundred steps away.
I don't know how much time passed, but I held the hard bow with five fingers. When the wind stopped, I suddenly raised it, and my other hand pulled out the arrow like fishing for the moon, and pushed up the bow string.
The strong and plump muscles stretch and contract, exerting force suddenly!
The bowstring tanned with beef tendon made a "chichi" sound, as if the air was being cut open!
Bai Qi shouted loudly, twisting his chest, back, waist and abdomen into a large piece, using the dragon shape as the foundation to connect into a whole.
It was as if the human body had become a big bow, twisting and shaking violently.
collapse!
The arrow was as fast as lightning and hit the center of the red paint directly!
At the same time, shoot through the thick and tough leather archery target and sink deeper into the night!
"I accept it, Second Young Master Song."
Bai Qi took a long breath, and the almost stagnant Qi and blood surged suddenly, radiating heat from his dilated pores.
He felt that every part of his body was tightly knotted and tangled as the hard bow of the horn was released, and then bounced vigorously, as if a thick iron embryo was knocking out impurities, giving a strange sense of comfort to the tempered and tough large fascia. Cool.
"No wonder martial arts practitioners often say that they practice bowing and practicing their skills. It really works."
Handing back the horn-hard bow, Bai Qi's eyelids twitched, as if he saw another light spot floating in the ink.
"The most elite soldiers of Longting, among them those who are good at shooting, are said to be able to penetrate Qizha, that is, one arrow can pierce seven layers of armor.
Bai Qilang's strength is far better than that of a beginner, almost comparable to a master.
Penetrating Qizha may be an exaggeration, but penetrating three layers of armor should be no problem. "
He Tai took a breath, and his eyes flashed with surprise.
He could see that Bai Qi's archery skills were indeed mediocre. He only hit the target with his ape-arm advantage, which allowed him to draw the bow and shoot more steadily than ordinary people.
But standing a hundred steps away, the wooden feather arrows pierced the target, which shows the strength of the muscles and bones and the fierceness of the body.
As expected, someone who can be taken under the tutelage of a coach is by no means a mediocre person.
I had underestimated Shiro Shiro too much before.
"Brother Bai, you are worthy of your natural ape arms. You can shoot with a bow!"
Song Qiying looked at the red-painted arrow target with holes in it and was startled for a moment. After a while, his stiff face returned to normal.
"I lost this round."
The second young master from Chaishi is quite generous, and he doesn't cheat or get entangled.
Immediately ask someone to fetch the wind-chasing horse and bring it to Bai Qi.
"Thanks to Bai Qilang for helping the slave family keep this ring finger."
Zhu Ling'er said with a smile:
"Ape arms, a hard bow, and a good horse, I just need such a gadget. I have the beauty of an adult. Is Bai Qilang willing to give it all to me?"
Glancing at Song Qiying, who was in great pain, He Tai's depressed mood instantly improved, and he cheered in agreement:
"As a courtesy, Bai Qilang should also give the same gift and exchange it with Miss Zhu."
Bai Qiquan pretended not to hear, thanked Zhu Ling'er for his kindness, and then brought the wind-chasing horse:
"My young master, my family is poor and I'm afraid I can't afford a good horse. Why don't you help me?"
He Tai was stunned for a moment, thinking about the prosperous business of the fish stall, building a stable and hiring a few grooms, what's the problem?
Now, Bai Qilang wanted to hand over the Chai Feng horse to him.
Could it be that... my own efforts to win over have worked?
Compared to a person with no future like Song Qiying.
Bai Qilang is more optimistic about me?
The young master of Yulan looked happy and considered whether to go one step further by giving the iron pear wood bow at home to Bai Qi.
"What's the difficulty? It's just that Bai Qilang, you finally won the bet, and someone took the bet, and people said I took advantage."
He Tai loves riding and shooting, and is passionate about bows and horses.
Now, Bai Qi gave him such a big gift, but he didn't know how to repay it.
"To be honest, young master, I'm quite interested in the secret of climbing mountains in your hand, but please take a look."
Bai Qi wanted this effect and took advantage of the situation to make the request.
As a fisherman, Chasing the Wind Horse is of little use for the time being, so it would be worthwhile to exchange the mysterious secret of communicating with mountain spirits.
"Bai Qilang is so polite. Lend me this wind-chasing horse to ride for a while. You can take the secret of mountain driving."
He Tai waved his hand and agreed.
As the torches burned black, the storm at the racecourse ended.
After winning and losing the bet, Song Qiying's mood was not depressed. Instead, she pulled Bai Qi with great interest and agreed to discuss the shooting skills of arrows and horse riding next time, hoping to see which one is better, the ape arm or the eagle vision.
The group returned to the campfire and began to enjoy the roast lamb that the entourage had cut and plated.
"A hard bow with horns, a stainless steel ring with cracks in the ice, and a secret to climbing the mountain... Through this bet, I have shown my ability in a small way and maintained my reputation as a disciple of Tongwen Hall."
Bai Qi gave half of the lamb meat to his younger brother Bai Ming. The shrimp head next to him also got a portion, and he ate it happily.
He thought to himself that following a bunch of rich guys, the harvest would be really rich, and he could get gold coins from time to time.
There were two people sitting on the seats around the bonfire.
One is the owner of the village, Song Zhongping, and the other is an old man called "Shenbaozi".
Everyone chatted about strange things from all over the world. After all, the young people's knowledge was not as good as that of their elders, so everyone listened with great interest.
For example, the Orion hunter is very particular about chasing mountains, one of which is to beat the bark of trees.
In the deep mountains and old forests, groups of people go hunting in groups. It is inevitable that they will bump into each other, cause misunderstandings, and then form conflicts.
So there are rules for barking.
The hunter cut off a two-foot-long piece of bark and marked it to tell others that this was his own territory and they should not enter it again.
"There are many precious medicines and precious plants in the five hundred miles of mountain roads. My grandfather and I have been passing it down that the ginseng baby that has been around for thousands of years has become a spirit. It's a pity that no one has been able to dig it up yet."
The so-called Shenbaozi is the leader of the herb gatherers and an elder who can communicate with the mountain spirits and is very respected.
"It is said that it is a large wild ginseng with seven leaves. If you want to harvest it, you have to tie it with a red string when it is not paying attention, otherwise it will run away as soon as it gets into the soil.
This kind of natural and earthly treasure depends on fate..."
Bai Ming's eyes flickered, and he secretly poked the head of the shrimp eating mutton with his finger:
"Brother Xia, do you have a red rope?"
The shrimp head's mouth was full of oily flowers. He looked around and whispered:
"I'm not a big girl, so I can't wear this with me.
But the cuffs of my pants are red. If you want, I can pull some off for you later. "
Bai Ming had a look of disgust on his little face and reluctantly nodded.
My brother once said that opportunities are usually reserved for those who are prepared!
It never hurts to keep a red rope with you!
