The next moment, there was a heart-breaking pain in my arm, and then my entire left arm became numb and I couldn't use any force. Xie Wule has the answer!
Song Mingxing discovered that at some point, he had never hit Xie Wule again. On the other hand, Xie Wule looked leisurely and contented, and his anger became even more intense.
I didn't use my full strength before, but now I can only hide but not attack. I'm completely looking down on myself! Let's see how long you can hide!
The fist shadows became more dense and terrifying, but at this time Xie Wule fell into a strange state and didn't care. I feel that my body has become much lighter than before, my senses are much more sensitive, and my movements have become more agile than ever before.
Song Mingxing punched Xie Wule's ear very quickly. A few strands of hair fell loose.
"boom!"
There was a loud sound in his ears, like an explosion, followed by endless buzzing sounds, and his mind went blank. Xie Wule lowered his head and stopped moving.
Song Mingxing was overjoyed, why was he finally willing to compete openly and openly?
The calf muscles were as tight as compressed springs, the toes protruded from the ground, and the whole body swung to the right in the air, swinging his right fist towards Xie Wule like a meteor hammer.
Xie Wule ducked to avoid it, and when he raised his head, his eyes met Song Mingxing's.
What a sharp look! Song Mingxing was surprised, but also more excited.
Before he landed, Xie Wule's right hand wrapped around Song Mingxing's outstretched right arm like a python, clasped it inside the elbow, supported his body with his left foot, and used the force to throw him out.
Song Mingxing did several somersaults before he stabilized his body. When he saw Xie Wule rushing towards him, he laughed in the sky and ran towards him.
"Kaka kacha~"
The two fists touched each other, and the next second they bounced apart like an electric shock, causing a circle of dust to rise around them.
Song Mingxing, with his ghostly body skills, attacked Xie Wule from all sides.
Xie Wule had no time to defend and was punched several times on his abdomen and back. He staggered and almost fell down.
This is the last time! Song Mingxing stood up from Xie Le's left.
Xie Wule looked at Song Mingxing who was approaching quickly with a troubled expression.
In the previous match, Song Mingxing had long discovered that Xie Wule used his right hand both offensively and defensively, and his left arm was injured at the beginning.
Song Mingxing resisted Xie Wule's attack with his left hand and swung at him with his right hand.
Song Weiwei in the corridor didn't know who would win, but she felt that the nature of the competition had changed.
The dust rose again, and Song Mingxing flew upside down for a distance like a kite with a broken string, and then rolled on the ground for several weeks.
Watching in amazement, Xie Wule's figure in the dust became clearer and clearer, and he was about to arrive in front of him.
Just when Song Mingxing thought he had a chance to win, a sly smile appeared on Xie Wule's lips.
He suddenly grabbed his left wrist with his right hand and pulled it into his arms, and the force of his right fist was lost due to the sudden instability of his center of gravity.
At the same time, his immobile left hand hit my abdomen quickly, but I blocked it, but then his right hand attacked, knocking me away with one punch.
Fun so fun! Song Mingxing stood upside down with his hands on his hands. As soon as Xie Wule reached him, he bent his elbows and exerted force, and his whole body flew into the air.
Xie Wule missed the mark and just when he raised his head to look at Song Mingxing above him, he received a whip kick and fell to the ground rolling several times.
Song Mingxing looked at Xie Wule who was standing up, and they both roared at the same time and rushed towards each other.
Her hair was flying in the wind of fists, and Song Weiwei appeared between the two fists without any warning.
"Stop! Stop fighting, both of you! Look at what you've become. Don't you stop talking?"
Xie Wule came back to his senses, looked at his red and swollen left hand, scratched his head with his right hand, looked at the tearful Song Weiwei, and smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, Miss Weiwei, for worrying about me, I'm fine. In fact, I'm still You should thank big brother."
Song Mingxing patted the dust on his body and said with a smile, "I'm fine too."
"Really? You didn't lie to me?" Song Weiwei wiped her eyes, still crying.
"Really, has your brother lied to you for a long time?" Song Mingxing went up to comfort him.
"Then why did you fight so fiercely?"
Xie Wule explained: "Miss Weiwei, it's like this. In fact, I have only learned boxing for a few months, and they are all basic things, and I have neglected to practice, so my movements are very stiff. My eldest brother noticed this, So I used actual practice to help me understand it."
"I admit, at first I thought Brother Xian was teasing me, and I was a little angry, but after a while I found that his boxing skills were disorganized and his steps were messy, so I guessed that he had just started, and he was not even a beginner. "Song Mingxing also said.
"But my wise brother has a very good understanding. He has reached such a level in just a short time, which is enviable."
"Hahaha, brother is joking. Brother is the one with superb martial arts skills. If you hadn't used your full strength, I would have been lying down long ago. How can we still talk and laugh here?"
After a day's rest, Xie Wule's left hand recovered. Although Song Mingxing asked Song Weiwei to apply hot compress on him during this period, his recovery ability was obviously better than that of ordinary people, and the muscles on his body were no longer sore.
In the evening, Song Weiwei came to Xie Wule's house without hot water.
"Sorry for bothering Miss Weiwei." Xie Wule thanked Song Weiwei as he looked at Song Weiwei who was putting a towel on herself.
"No, no." Unexpectedly, Xie Wule would suddenly talk to her. Song Weiwei was surprised and nervous: "Although you have almost recovered, sir, I think it will be better to apply heat for a day tomorrow."
"Is Miss Weiwei feeling better?" Xie Wule asked, seeing Song Weiwei's face turning rosy.
"Thanks to Master, things are getting better now."
"Sir, I will come again tomorrow."
"Actually, there's no need to trouble the girl so much. I can do it myself."
"My brother would be angry if he knew I wasn't here."
Xie Wule nodded, thinking that Brother Song was really serious. Song Weiwei left Xie Wule's room.
This was the first time she had been alone and chatted with Xie Wule except when she was seeing a doctor, and he even stared at me for a long time! She blushed at the thought.
The next night, Song Weiwei came to Xie Wule for a vacation on time, carrying hot water as she had done the past few days.
After putting a towel on Xie Wule, Song Weiwei glanced at him secretly and found that he was concentrating with his eyes closed, which made it difficult to talk to him, and she felt a little disappointed.
"Sir, it's ready."
Xie Wule nodded.
"I want to ask you a question, sir. I wonder if it's okay."
"It's okay, just ask whatever you want."
"I want to ask the young master if you have..." Song Weiwei was about to speak but couldn't say: "Do you have any sisters?"
"No, I am the only son in the family." Xie Wule didn't know why she asked this question, and said after thinking for a while.
"Um."
On the way back to her room, Song Weiwei looked up at the moon and sighed.
She originally asked her brother to ask, but she didn't get the news for a long time. She couldn't wait any longer and wanted to ask but didn't.
The next day, the three of them had breakfast.
"Brother, the autumn harvest is coming soon. How about we find a day to go hunting in the forest?" Song Mingxing asked.
"To be honest, brother, it's possible, but I have no hunting experience."
"I thought it was something. Don't worry, let's tentatively schedule it for seven days. During this period, I will teach you hunting skills."
"Then just listen to big brother's arrangements."
"Brother, I want to go too." Song Weiwei said coquettishly from the side.
"No! The wild beasts in the forest are very dangerous. If something goes wrong, my dear brother and I may not be able to protect you."
"Besides, hunting with too many people is the worst thing to do!"
Seeing Song Mingxing's stern refusal and obviously there was no room for negotiation, Song Weiwei curled her lips and whispered: "If you don't want to go, then I won't go. What's the big deal."
Xie Wule followed Song Mingxing to the open space in the courtyard, which was much larger than the place where the two competed and competed a few days ago.
How big is the Song Mansion? Xie Wule had lived for a long time and visited many places. He thought he had a good idea, but he was still shocked again.
Song Mingxing asked someone to bring two fine bows. Five archery targets are placed in the open space at different distances.
"This is a short bow. Autumn hunting is different from ordinary hunting. We won't go to very dangerous places. We mainly focus on fun, mostly on horses. A short bow will be easier."
"Now I'll teach you how to use the bow. You first have to watch me hold the bow."
As he spoke, he spread his legs slightly. The relative position of the two soles of the feet is between a T-shape and a horoscope. The left hand holds the middle part of the bow handle.
"Nocking an arrow."
Song Mingxing took the arrow from the servant. In three-finger shooting, the arrow is placed on the archer's side of the bow handle.
"Cook the string, push the bow."
The nock rod is between the index finger and the middle finger. The ring finger assists the middle finger to maintain the stability of the drawing hand. The tiger's mouth of the left hand is against the middle of the bow.
"Open the bow."
The front hand pushes and the back hand pulls. The bow is split from top to bottom, and the front hand draws an arc above the front of the body.
"Aim and release."
Xie Wule watched as the arrow came off the bow, and a faint thread appeared between the bow and the target.
"Click." There was a crisp sound, and the arrow hit the target accurately.
"Now, dear brother, come and give it a try. I will give you guidance from the side. In the end, the only way to be accurate is to rely on younger brother to practice more." Song Mingxing handed the bow in his hand to Xie Wule, and he took it from the servant. Another handful.
Xie Wule held the bow in his left hand, closed his eyes, and replayed Song Mingxing's actions just now over and over in his mind.
Well, that should be it. Xie Wule opened his eyes, held the bow, and nocked the arrow in one go.
This is not difficult. Xie Wule is full of confidence.
Song Mingxing on the side was smiling as he tasted the tea that the maid had just brought and looked at Xie Wule.
Drawing the string and pushing the bow are also completed. Xie Wule exerted force with his right hand and found that the bowstring did not move at all. Just now he saw Song Mingxing opening the bow very easily, but he didn't expect that the string would have to work hard.
Xie Wule put down his bow and arrow and started from scratch. The strength was weak just now, but this time it will be stronger! Taking a breath, Xie Wule drew the bow to full capacity. The bow began to shake, and Xie Wule wanted to increase his strength again to see him stabilize.
"Relax and hold back some strength." Song Mingxing stood behind Xie Wule, holding his arms and said.
After hearing this, Xie Wule tightened his strength little by little, and the shaking of his bow became smaller.
"Yeah, that's it. Don't use brute force, just feel it."
At some point, Song Mingxing came to the rear to drink tea and look at Xie Wule.
After completing the movement, the thread appeared in Xie Wule's eyes again, but compared to Song Mingxing's thread just now, it was much thinner and almost invisible, and was erratic and could break at any time.
Finally, under Xie Wule's adjustment, the silk thread changed from just connecting the bow to connecting the bow and the target, and it became clearer and stronger.
"Ta." Xie Wule's arrow hit the target.
Xie Wule put down his short bow and breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that more practice is needed to appear. Brother Song's arrows were nailed straight, but mine were slanted. The silk thread is also quite different.
"Brother, come and have some tea and take a rest." Song Mingxing greeted.
"Xiandi is really very enlightened, which makes people envious. When I first practiced, it took me only today to achieve the effect of Xiandi." Song Mingxing took a sip of tea and said.
"That's what elder brother taught me well. Without elder brother's guidance, I don't know how long I would have to fumble." Xie Wule also took a sip.
After resting for a while, Song Mingxing stood up and said to Xie Wule: "Brother Xian, you practice for a while longer, and I'll prepare something for practice and hunting in the next few days."
