boom!
The door was suddenly pushed open, sending up a cloud of dust.
In the last ray of sunset, a figure stood quietly in the courtyard, holding a pot of turbid wine and looking at the western sky.
A sense of vastness and loneliness, like the sadness of a hero's demise, enveloped the entire courtyard.
Pang Meng couldn't help but pause in place.
When a hero comes to an end, he is also a hero!
How could he, a mortal, question the great hero 'Yi' who once shot him down for nine days?
"You finally came."
Yang Gang slowly turned around and saw Pang Meng in front of the door, showing a smile of relief.
"Teacher, master."
Pang Meng stumbled forward, and it became difficult to call him respectfully.
"Do you blame me in your heart?"
Yang Gang turned around and smiled clearly at Pang Meng.
"I...I didn't. Disciples don't dare!"
Pang Meng lowered his head and said.
"Keep your head up."
Yang Gang's voice was so oppressive that Pang Meng subconsciously raised his head and met a pair of eyes as sharp as arrows, "As a man, as an archer, if you have something, you have it, and if you don't have it, you don't have it. Open the bow." There is no turning back, don’t you understand this principle?”
"What a submissive person!"
"yes!"
Pang Meng was startled and nodded quickly in response: "Master, I discovered, I discovered..."
"Mother-in-law, tell me what you think."
Yang Gang seemed to understand what he wanted to say, and directly named the subject.
"Yes Yes."
Pang Meng swallowed and finally plucked up the courage to say, "I want to know if there is nothing at all on the third yak hair."
"Ha ha ha ha"
After the words fell, Yang Gang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
"you,,"
Pang Meng's face darkened, and he secretly clenched his fists.
At this point, is he still laughing at himself?
"You're right, I lied to you. There was nothing on the third cow hair." Yang Gang laughed so hard that he shed tears. He lay on the rocking chair in the courtyard and drank a few gulps. Drinking wine.
With a long "ha" sound, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Pang Meng, asking: "Do you want to know the reason?"
"think."
Pang Meng straightened up and stared at Yang Gang.
"It seems that although you have seen through it, you still can't understand it."
Yang Gang seemed a little disappointed and shook his head: "Pang Meng, you have been with me for eleven years. Now I ask you, what is the most important thing about being an archer?"
"Strength? Archery? No, it's eyesight!"
Pangmeng said hesitantly.
"Yes, but also wrong."
Yang Gang nodded and shook his head, and said while drinking: "As an archer, the most important thing is confidence."
"If an arrow leaves the string, it will come out and never return."
"The most important thing for an archer is not eyesight, but confidence. Only when you have 100% confidence in your own arrow can the arrow leave the string. Only when you have absolute confidence in your own arrow can the arrow leave the string."
Yang Gang drunkenly kept emphasizing the word 'confidence', and his words were a little confusing.
Pang Meng listened confused and couldn't help but ask: "Why...you have to be confident?"
"If you weren't confident, why did you shoot that arrow?"
Yang Gang sneered and said: "When your arrow is empty, when there is no arrow on your bowstring, that is when an arrow is most vulnerable. You tell me, when your arrow cannot pose a threat to the enemy, when faced with How should you respond to the enemy’s attack?”
"this……"
Pang Meng was speechless for a moment, and his expression gradually became enlightened.
"Now, do you understand?" Yang Gang said with a smile: "When you pass the second level, your eyesight has been honed to the extreme. The meaning of the third yak hair to you is not to cultivate your eyesight, but to have self-confidence."
"How can you become a qualified archer if you don't even believe what you see?"
"Master~~~"
Pang Meng was shocked. He stared blankly at the drunken Yang Gang on the recliner, feeling that he was looking at a god.
No!
He is a man of God!
Even if he has lost his divine power, even if the hero has come to an end, no one in this world, let alone anyone, should underestimate his archery skills.
In the art of bow and arrow, he has reached the pinnacle of perfection!
It was not Yi who was wrong, it was himself!
"Master, I was wrong."
Pang Meng plopped and knelt down in front of Yang Gang.
He bowed his head deeply.
In my heart, I am no longer proud of my previous achievements.
"Okay, as long as you understand, hahahaha"
Yang Gang looked at the sunset that had completely set on the horizon and laughed heartily.
"In this way, you can be regarded as... getting started."
"getting Started?"
Pang Meng's heart was shaken, and his head bowed even lower.
It turns out that you are just getting started?
"Go, go back and have a good rest. Starting from tomorrow, I will teach you real archery." Yang Gang waved his hand and signaled Pang Meng to leave.
"Yes, thank you Master!"
Pang Meng was overjoyed and kowtowed several times on the ground.
Yang Gang showed a smile at the same time.
"go Go."
Yang Gang sighed slightly, turned his head and no longer looked at Pang Meng, but stared at the sky to the west, as if expecting something.
for a long time.
There was silence in the courtyard, Pang Meng had already left.
In the western sky, a dim crescent moon finally slowly rose, hanging like a bright jade pendant on the top of the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.
"how are you recently?"
Yang Gang looked at the moon in the sky, and a trace of longing suddenly flashed in his eyes.
——
Starting from this day.
Yang Gang taught him all his skills "without reservation". As expected, Pang Meng was extremely talented in archery, and his perseverance and perseverance were also rare.
Whenever he failed to practice well or got into trouble due to his natural temperament, Yang Gang would tap his head with his fingers.
that's all.
With twenty years of hard work and study, Pang Meng became a world-famous archer and became famous among the human race.
But whenever people mention Pang Meng, they always mention the great Yi who shot down the Nine Suns...
Twenty long years.
Today, Pang Meng has entered middle age, but his magnanimity has not increased with age.
At this time, Yang Gang seemed to be entering his old age. His body was gradually no longer upright, and he was no longer so powerful when he drew his bow and set an arrow.
Look in Pang Meng's eyes.
His master's skills seem to be inferior to his now...
But his attitude towards himself was still the same as before, regardless of the fact that he was also a famous hero and marksman of the human race at this time, and he would hit or scold him when he encountered displeasure...
Finally one day.
After decades of suffering, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Thirty years in the east of Hedong, thirty years in the west of Hexi. Master, this is what you said... Now that you are no longer as good as me, why do you treat me like this?"
"So...don't blame me for being rude!"
This day.
Yang Gang returned home from hunting on horseback, carrying arrows alone.
suddenly.
An arrow shadow flew from the forest and went straight to Yang Gang's eyebrows. The strong murderous intention was not concealed at all.
He glanced coldly.
He stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, and a stronger and more powerful arrow arrived first.
I saw two arrows colliding in the air, arrow tip to arrow tip, Pang Meng's arrow collapsed, Yang Gang's arrow instantly penetrated the void, grazed Pang Meng's scalp and was nailed to the tree trunk behind him.
The trembling arrow tail knocked Pang Meng on the head.
He seemed to say disdainfully: I have taught you for so many years, and that’s all?
'thump'
Pang Meng's legs went weak, and he knelt down in the woods in the direction of Yang Gang, staring blankly at the figure in the distance.
The dull eyes seemed to be in disbelief.
I have practiced archery for many years, but... I failed with just one arrow?
(End of chapter)
