Although it was only an assembly within the college, the pomp and circumstance were not small.

As soon as the morning dawned, the unique bell of the academy rang and rang. With this sound, it was as if the entire academy had come to life. The students walked out of their residences one after another, accompanied by twos and threes, some walking in the direction of the cafeteria, and some going directly to the place where the assembly was held.

The assembly was on a hill next to the academy, not far away, and it only took an hour to walk. The mountain is not steep, the trees are relatively lush, there are many flowers and plants, and there are pavilions and pavilions. It was built by our ancestors to hold gatherings. Looking closer, there is a lake in the middle of the mountain, which is crystal clear, and the fish are in the middle of it or playing, so it is very uncomfortable. The lake is lined with verdant bamboo forests, which are rustling when the wind blows. There is a pavilion on the east side of the lake, which is called the Freedom Pavilion. The pavilion is not big, it is high, it is square, and it can play and play. Beyond the pavilion, and then to the east, is a pavilion, called the idle building. The building mainly consists of four parts, nine rooms in the south, east and west. Among them, the house on the east side is large and magnificent. In the middle is the courtyard, occasionally with stone tables and chairs, and some chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

A few days ago, I had almost prepared it, but I didn't need much today, that is, meals, fruits, snacks and so on. The chefs invited in the town yesterday have already arrived, cleaned and sorted out the pots and pans, and processed the ingredients preliminarily. After sleeping for about two hours, he got up and made a fire to cook.

By this time it was dawn. The masters and the students came about the same. The mountain chief stood in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by them. After a moment and a half of silence, the mountain chief smiled and looked at these noisy people with his little shrewd eyes. Probably after being stared at for a long time, people are embarrassed and stop talking.

"Today is the annual meeting day of the College, which lasts for three days. During these three days, there will be no classes, so you can play as much as you like. But do not walk around, do not fight, and obey the Master's commands. If there is a violation, a heavy penalty will be imposed. Is it possible?"

"Yes. ”

"So good, scattered. ”

At the sound of the order, the students scattered.

Lu Qimeng and the others didn't leave, they looked at the place and felt that it was important to fill their stomachs first. The three of them played until midnight last night before they started to sleep. I got up late this morning.

There are some snacks on the stone table in the courtyard. Song Qingyang rushed towards a table where no one had yet sat down, and when Lu Qimeng and Li Shujun were seated, he was already full of pastries, and whimpered and motioned for the two to eat.

After the meal, the three of them felt that it was good to wander around and eat. On the left, look at other people's chess, and on the right, watch and watch others' martial arts. But more often than not, it's watching people throw pots.

The distance between the person and the pot is two lengths, and the pot is placed on the ground, because the ground is uneven, so the pot is a little crooked, and it is not easy to vote accurately.

Song Qingyang saw that Lu Qimeng and Li Shujun were full of interest, and urged: "Why don't you try?"

The two of them looked at each other and nodded.

"Dude, I wonder if I can let a few younger brothers try?"

Those few people knew Song Qingyang and nodded in agreement.

The rules are simple, whoever throws more arrows into the pot wins, and the loser has to drink three bowls of wine or compose a poem.

Lu Qimeng came first. There are a total of ten arrows, which is ten chances. The first time, I missed and missed. The second time, I missed again, and I missed a little. The third time, hit. After that, I hit it several more times, for a total of five times. The people who competed with her were very accustomed to this kind of game, but because of the distance, they hit a total of seven shots, narrowly beating Lu Qimeng.

The partners who were with that person were very proud, and felt that Lu Qimeng was nothing more than that. Song Qing was angry, but he was afraid that Lu Qimeng would be sad, so he had to comfort: "You dare to underestimate us, don't forget, this is only a game, I haven't competed with Shujun yet, what may not be the result?"

In this game, Li Shujun competed with one of them. Li Shujun took the arrow and checked it, and felt that the weight was okay, so he squinted one eye and made a few trial throws. The first shot, hit, and then a lot of hits, only one off. The man who competed with him only hit six times and lost. In the third game, Song Qingyang played, and the opponent looked relatively strong and looked very strong.

"We've won one and lost one before, so how about we change the way we do this time?" the man said, his voice hoarse.

Song Qingyang looked at the man, paused for a moment, and then said, "Yes! ”

"Simple, you and I take turns to compete, whoever hits more arrows wins. ”

"Well, that's good, but I have a question, I don't know if to say it or not?"

"Please. ”

"What if you and I tie?"

"Then one more game. This time, don't compare the pitcher, compare the swordsmanship. He stared at Song Qingyang, and said, "This sword is not this arrow." As he spoke, he shook the arrow in his hand.

"Okay!" Song Qingyang raised his eyebrows.