The eighth princess was also staring at Yan Qi fiercely, the pride of being born as the princess of the country, and the dignity of being the representative of the country, so that she couldn't refuse the extra rules set by Yan Qi at all, but this rule was too difficult, she was not sure at all, even if she shot strawberries just now, she only had an accuracy rate of eighty percent when she usually practiced, and she had never shot copper coins, because they Wuli people didn't use copper coins to trade at all, who would go to find a copper coin used by the people of the Heavenly Dynasty to practice archery?!

The eighth princess felt that she had been deceived, this little fat man looked honest, and she didn't expect to be such a cunning guy, picking on things that they didn't have to compare with her!

But what can the eighth princess do, saying that she has not practiced? Who believes it? How can she say such cowardly!

Looking at her own brother standing a hundred meters away, the eighth princess's heart contracted, this is her brother's life! There are so many brothers and sisters in the family, but only her sixth brother was born in the same mother's womb as her, and the domestic battle for the crown is intensifying, and the future of their brothers and sisters may even be tied to the battle for the reserve. In this whimsical archery competition, she lost her brother's life by mistake, that is more than worth the loss, that is the future is dark!

The eighth princess held the bow tightly in her hand, and the pros and cons collided fiercely in her heart, thinking quickly, this kung fu, there was already a waiter who took two copper coins and rowed over to the young master Yan Jiu and the sixth prince respectively fixed on their heads, found a wooden chopsticks to stand up the copper coin and stuck it in the cracks of the split chopsticks, and then inserted the chopsticks into the hair bun of the two like hairpins.

"All right!" the waiter shouted from afar.

Then, before the word "bit" translated by the second ...... could be spoken, I was horrified to see the fat lady lift the bow, put on the arrow, pull the string, and fly out with a "whoosh" arrow, and hit the target with a "ding" sound, and the sparks from the tip of the arrow and the copper coin flashed next to the black bun of the young master of the Yan family, like inlaid with the most dazzling diamond hairpin.

The lake is surging, the bonfire is roaring, and there is a terrifying silence on and off the shore.

The pupils of the eighth princess contracted rapidly--this fat man--is this fat man a monster?! She shot earlier and faster than the previous three times! Obviously it was the most difficult target, but she didn't hesitate to raise her hand and shoot! And she also shot! What is this?! What is this! The more difficult the target, the easier it is to shoot, it is so lightly showing her domineering and oppression, she is scaring her, intimidating her, in, abusing her!

The eighth princess stood straight, her proud posture did not change in the slightest, but no one noticed that at this moment, she had been defeated by Yan Qiyi's arrow from spirit to will—no, not yet, she still had one thing left, that is, the desire to survive, she wanted to live, she had to live, so her brother couldn't die, she couldn't live if he died, she couldn't let him die, she couldn't take this risk to shoot the copper coin on his head, she would rather endure humiliation and accept defeat, she would rather be looked down upon by her own people in the audience, she would rather be ridiculed and scolded after returning to China- She is not reconciled, she hates, she has never lost so miserably, she never knows that she can't afford to lose like this, the fire of resentment in her heart swallows her, she doesn't want to scruple about anything, she doesn't want to think about anything anymore, she hates, she hates it too much! She raised her bow, wound her arrows, aimed far away, and the sharp arrows roared out with a chill!

The target is Young Master Yan Jiu's throat!

The people watching the battle heard the cold wind brought out by the sharp arrows in the night, and there was a "ding" sound in the wind, but no arrow hit the copper coin, and everyone only saw that the arrow shadow of the eighth princess seemed to have a change of direction in the air, and then fell far down the lake.

- What changed the trajectory of the Eighth Princess's arrow?!Everyone was shocked and confused, and looked at the two people on the stage in ignorance, and saw that the Eighth Princess's eyes widened and turned her face to look at Yan Qi in disbelief, but Yan Qi was setting up an arrow, aiming directly at the head of the sixth prince!

Sharp arrows burst out, murderous as lightning.

There was an exclamation on the surface of the lake, but the cry rang out, and the arrow had already flew, hitting the copper coin on the head of the sixth prince with a "ding", and the arrow continued to rush forward, breaking the hair bun of the sixth prince, breaking several locks of black and hard hair, and scattering into the air like ashes.

Yan Qi took the arrow again, and the eighth princess in shock heard the fat girl's mouth spit out a cold and dead sentence: "This arrow, I will shoot him in the center of his eyebrows." ”

Shoot the eyebrows, what a cruel way to kill—she wants him to watch this arrow shoot into his heavenly spirit cover, she wants him to see how he dies under her arrow up close—how cold, how cruel, how ruthless!

The eighth princess knelt down with a "plop", and shouted urgently, "I was wrong", she believed for no reason that this little fat man really dared to make a move, really dared to kill the sixth prince in front of everyone—she was wrong, she regretted it so much, she shouldn't have made a move on the little fat man's brother, she provoked her, she provoked a wolf—no, a ghost! a rakshasa ghost! Cruel, ruthless, lawless!

"I was wrong—I admit defeat—" The eighth princess shouted eagerly in a stiff Central Plains dialect, "Yan Zichen is a hero of the world! Yan Zichen is a hero of the world!

"Yan Xiaopang!" Yuan Chang stepped to Yan Qi's side in a few steps, reached out and grabbed the arrow she was holding on the bow, "Don't mess around!

It seems that being expelled from the academy is a far more important thing than killing Yan zhòng, the sixth prince of Wuli.

What is the Six Princes of Wuli?

"Good. Yan Qi loosened the bowstring and turned his head to look at the eighth princess who was kneeling on the ground, "The others should also shout three times." ”

It was only at this time that the people watching the battle suddenly came back to their senses, and suddenly exploded the pot -- what was the situation just now?! The little fat man actually used an arrow to intercept the arrow that the eighth princess shot at her brother in mid-air?! Oh my God! Wasn't this hand used by the arrow god on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival?! This little fat man could actually do it! How did she do it?! How could she have such superb archery skills?! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How old is she?!

A group of generals who rushed over from the nearby mountains to save the dignity of the corner against the defeat heard a group of people shouting loudly in the strangely pronounced Central Plains dialect from a distance, "Yan Zichen is a hero of the world", and then took a closer look, and saw that the group of unruly savages from Wuli actually knelt neatly on the platform, facing the direction of the desert to the north, like a group of extreme pagans who madly believed in Yan Zichen worshipping their gods.

What's going on? The person these savages hate the most should be Yan Zichen, right?! What kind of heavy change happened to make these untamable savages willing to bend their knees to praise their enemies?!

The generals didn't notice the expressions on the faces of the people in the audience, and some of them looked north with a little envy in their eyes.

That swallow was far away in the border desert, and at this moment, he would never have thought that in the suburbs of Kyoto, thousands of miles away, a group of barbarians who disobeyed him the most and hated him the most, roared the words they refused to admit to the night sky.

Yan Zichen is a hero of the world.

Yan Zichen, do you hear that? Your daughter has given you the highest praise that belongs to a man, and let your enemies send you away in the air.

There is nothing more joyful than bringing an enemy to their knees.

There is nothing more satisfying than having the enemy humiliated and praised.

There's nothing more delightful than crumbling an enemy's confidence.

Yan Zichen, are you happy?

The eighth princess stood up from the stage, her red lips were still bright, but this time she looked like she was dripping blood, she glared at Yan Qi fiercely with unwillingness, and asked her: "How did you manage to stop my arrow? You can't react so quickly!"

"I had a premonition before you set up an arrow. Yan Qidao, "You have a murderous aura on you, so I made preparations in advance." ”

"Murderous?" the eighth princess thought it was ridiculous, "How old are you, do you know what murderous spirit is?"

"The fierce breath that comes from the heart, although it is invisible, has quality. Yan Qidao, "I have been in contact with it a lot, and it is naturally easy to perceive." ”

What does this mean?!" The interpreter looked at this Yan family's seventh lady in surprise.

The eighth princess followed her brother and her clan out of the venue of the summer party with a dejected expression, and the generals who rushed over to find the venue with a dry smell of wine and looked at each other there.

Yan Qi put down her bow and arrows, got off the platform, and prepared to return to the boat in the lake, but heard Yuan Chang calling her in a deep voice behind her: "Yan Qi." ”

Yan Qi turned his head to look at him, and saw this kid standing there staring at her with a gloomy face, and he didn't speak.

The two stood facing each other for a long time, until the end of the summer party, and people began to leave one after another, before they heard Yuan Chang ask: "Who did you learn your archery from?"

"My master has passed away," Yan Qidao said, "If you have to know his name: his surname is Shan, in fact, this surname was also given by him at will, he has no name, people who know him call him 'Dashan' or 'Shanzi', and those who worship him call him 'Mountain God'." ”

"Mountain God ......" Yuan Chang read the name word by word, or rather the nickname, and stared at Yan Qi with dark eyes, "In your opinion, who is more powerful than your master's archery skills compared to the arrow god?"

Yan Qi shook his head: "I don't know, I've only seen the arrow god's archery once, it's hard to say." ”

Yuan Chang was silent, and after a while, he stared at Yan Qi again: "Yan Xiaopang, find a time, compare arrows with me, I am serious, take out your real ability, and compare with me seriously." Huh?"

"Good. Yan Qidao, "Then after leaving Yudao." ”

"It's a deal. Yuan Chang put down these words, turned around and ran into the night, and disappeared in a moment.

The people who participated in the summer party had already dispersed at this time, only a few boats were still floating on the lake and enjoying themselves, Yan Qi took a look, but he didn't find his own boat, and when he turned around, he saw Chang Sui Yizhi standing respectfully behind him not far away, but Yan Zike and Young Master Yan Jiu were gone.

"The Ninth Master went back to bathe first. Yizhi stepped forward and congratulated Yan Qidao.

That thing was splashed with a head of water juice, and it is estimated that the inner little universe has already exploded.

"Where's Uncle?" Yan Qi asked.

"The lord went to the palace, and if Miss Seven wants to take a boat to visit the lake, the little one will arrange it. ”

"Ah, don't bother you, I want to go back and wash first. ”

Yizhi followed this little master with a calm face and a light breeze all the way back to Feilai Pavilion steadily.

In the middle of the night, a branch saw his master from the window coming back from a distance slowly, holding a lantern in his hand, oh, not a lantern, it was a firefly, the light was cloudy, wrapped in transparent yarn, how did this yarn look like the yarn that his master was wearing today, take a closer look, sure enough, the yarn was torn into pieces and wrapped in insects, tied and then picked up with a branch, it looked like a jade lantern from a distance, and the branch that picked up the lamp did not know what tree it was broken on, and there were jade-like white flowers growing between the branches.

From far and near, he walked slowly and leisurely to the waterhole below the Feilai Pavilion, but he was not in a hurry to go upstairs, and nervously picked up the flower branch lantern to shine in the water--the fish have slept so late, okay!

The fish in the pool made a mess, and when he finally withdrew his hand, he removed the lantern and untied the yarn, and the sparkling fireflies flew out of his hand, like crystal snowflakes.

The wind and snow dance, and the flowers and branches reflect people.

It was a long time before he heard his master come upstairs, carrying the flower branch on his shoulder, and placing it outside the door.

He didn't light the lamp when he entered the house, but sat in the moonlight in front of the window, his legs crossed, and his fingers lightly on his knees.

"Yizhi," after a long time, his master spoke lightly, "In your opinion, how many years does Xiao Qi's archery skills have?"

"Without the assistance of internal cultivation, it will not be possible to achieve it for decades. Kazueda replied respectfully.

"What about the murderous aura?" Yan Zike's cool eyes reflected in the plain white moonlight.

Murderous spirit, a ferocious spirit that comes from the heart, although invisible, but qualitative.

A solemn and cautious whispered a soft reply: "If you don't cut hundreds of people, you can't accumulate so far." ”