"The first two times were started first on our side, why don't we change it this time?" Song Qingyang proposed.

"Okay! The man stared at Song Qingyang and said, his tone was quite disdainful.

"Let's start then!" Lu Qimeng interjected.

The man seemed to be very skilled, and after a little preparation, he let go and threw it, and he was hit. When it was Song Qingyang's turn, the atmosphere was also relaxed. Song Qingyang threw it casually and also hit.

The rest of the contest was similar to the first, with both sides throwing their arrows into the pot perfectly. It's just that by the time of the eighth arrow, the atmosphere was already very condensed, and the two sides were stuck, refusing to take the first step, as if whoever moved first would lose.

The man had stopped for a long time, maybe just for a while, but it was too long for Lu Qimeng, and she couldn't help but urge: "Are you afraid of Brother Qingyang, why don't you vote?"

The man didn't pay attention to Lu Qimeng, but just looked at her lightly. On the contrary, it was his partner who was scolding Lu Qimeng, and finally Li Shujun also joined the queue of the scolding war.

The scolding of several people mixed together, and the previous atmosphere was broken for no reason, and the man shrugged his shoulders and threw the arrow forward. The arrow swirled around the pot a few times before finally coming to a steady stop. The man let out a long sigh as if he had come to life.

Song Qingyang seemed to be a little impatient, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he didn't know what he thought, so he let go. After taking a few breaths back and forth, he threw it, and fortunately, he hit. The ninth time was a repeat of the previous scene, but unfortunately both of them were a little unstable and deviated.

The last time seemed to be of great significance, and the tension that had been dispersed had returned, and several people watching the battle seemed to realize that this was the last arrow, and they all gave up the noise. The sudden silence added to the tension between the two.

Song Qingyang only felt that when he returned to heaven from the earth, everything was vague and uncertain, and he didn't know where he was.

The man felt the same way, coughed a few times, looked around, and found that there were more people at some point. The eyes of those men were fixed on his hands, on the arrows in his hands, as if they were about to be fixed into the depths of his soul.

Cold sweat slipped down his forehead, and his hands were also sweaty and sticky. This made him extremely uncomfortable. He switched arrows left and right, and finally stopped, as if he was determined to fight to the death.

People's eyes followed the arrow, leisurely rowing into the pot. He was stunned before cheering. But after a few clicks, he stopped again and looked at Song Qingyang.

Song Qingyang didn't show anything, but Lu Qimeng and Li Shujun knew that he was nervous to the extreme. Lu Qimeng was puzzled, just looked at Song Qingyang and said, "Come on! He smiled at Song Qingyang again.

Song Qingyang didn't know what that sentence meant, but he knew that Lu Qimeng was motivating himself, and for a while it seemed to be flying in the sky.

Song Qingyang looked at the pot, stood quietly, and hit the last shot.

The end result is as simple as that, a tie. It's not over, there's still an extra test.

A group of people walked to an open space and drew their swords that had been hanging all along.

The body of the man's sword was black, like ink, and Song Qingyang's sword was white, like snow.

They stood in two places and saluted each other.

Without waiting for everyone to react, the two had gathered together, and then the man's hoarse voice came: "I lost in the next place." ”

"I am willing to gamble and lose, but it is only three bowls of wine, and it is up to me to wait with you. After that, he walked straight to the stone table where the wine was placed, dried three bowls in a row, and showed them to the onlookers one by one, but there was really no water.

As the saying goes, if you're not stupid, you're afraid that you have pig teammates.

The other two didn't want to drink or compose a poem, so they shouted: "Song Qingyang and Lu Qimeng are Longyang, but it's a pity that Lu Qimeng loves Chu Fuzi more." ”

When everyone heard the news, they were surprised, confused, and gloated, all of them were different, but they all looked at Song Qingyang and the three of them with playful eyes.

Lu Qimeng didn't object, plus she was a real woman, and she didn't feel that she had to defend anything, and with Song Qingyang and the two by her side, she would definitely be able to distinguish one from the other. How do you know that Song Qingyang and the others are not annoyed, Song Qingyang also smiled happily and said: "Qimeng is not happy with Master Chu." After speaking, he ignored others and left, and left with Li Shujun and the people who had competed before.

Lu Qimeng was stunned, and when he reacted, several people had already walked away, so he had to run to chase them.

"Brother Qingyang, what do you mean?"

"No intention, just a joke. ”

Lu Qimeng stared at them, but he really couldn't guess, so he changed the topic and asked, "Why are you walking with him?"

They laughed, and the man said, "My surname is Gao Mingqiao, and Brother Qingyang and I have heard of each other for a long time, but we have never known each other." I don't want to meet today, but I have a try, which is good!"

"I see!"

"But aren't you with those two?"

"I met them in the water. ”

"Oh!"