"It's worthy of being a friend of the second brother, it's really refreshing!" Ling Yue faked a word of praise, took out a silver ticket from his sleeve and slapped it in the hand of a man next to him, "Since it's no problem, let's take out the color head first!"

Everyone was shocked again!

The smarter ones quickly reacted, and immediately secretly said in their hearts, "Good calculation!"

Not to mention that those who can't take out 5,000 taels can take it out, who has nothing to do with such a large sum of silver tickets?

Ling Yue's pit is a set, if this Young Master Mu should not have this five thousand taels of colored heads, it will be a shame, this should be done, and if he can't get the silver, it will also be a shame. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Even if he borrows it from Ling Fei, if Ling Fei can't take it out at the moment, it will be a shame, and even if he can take it out, it will be a loss of face.

At this time, even Ling Zhen saw that something was wrong, she was stunned for a moment, the matter started because of her, and she was about to come out to speak, Mu Qingchao's small fan nodded.

The little fan ran up, took out the money bag and took a silver ticket, and said, "Young master, we don't have a small silver ticket, only 10,000 taels." ”

The surrounding crowd was stunned for a moment, and the eyes of the girls who had been talking together earlier suddenly lit up again, and they lowered their heads and ears.

Mu Qing's expression was very serious: "It doesn't matter, Brother Ling is five thousand taels." No matter who wins, they can find it. ”

The little fan also said "oh" seriously, and stuffed the silver ticket into the man's hand: "Oh, here you go." ”

Ling Yue's complexion changed, he snorted coldly, and walked outside the line: "Come on." ”

There is a lot of excitement and is not afraid of big things, as early as when Mu Qingying was in the next competition, he divided the arrows, and when he heard Ling Yue say it, he handed the arrows to the two of them.

Throwing arrows in a group of four, the pitching pot is amphora, and four throwing pots are placed in the pavilion.

"Who comes first?" Ling Yue asked.

Mu Qingwen smiled: "The guest is as you please, Brother Ling will invite you first." ”

According to the rules of the pitcher, the two people generally try to be in the same pot, and when they are cast in the back, the space in the pot is smaller, and the natural difficulty is higher, especially in this back projection, when the pitch is turned away from the pitcher, and it can only be voted with the memory after seeing it, which is more beneficial to the first voter.

If it was to compete with people normally, Ling Yue would not disdain to take advantage of this.

But he can't afford to lose this face today, and he can't afford to lose the 5,000 taels of silver tickets.

Ling Yue looked at Mu Qingjue as a good-looking little white face at first, and he was a little stunned, but at this moment, he was on guard in his heart.

Even if he is a fool, it is impossible to fall into his trap when he knows that he will lose, and give away five thousand taels of silver for nothing.

Ling Yue didn't speak, stood outside the line, glanced at the pitcher in the middle of the pavilion, estimated the position slightly, and soon turned his back, threw his backhand cleanly, and the sound of "dong" came into his ears, just listening to this sound, he knew that he was hit.

Sure enough, in the next moment, cheers rang out all around.

The corners of Ling Yue's lips curved, and he gave way to his position and stood beside him with his arms folded.

Mu Qing took a throwing arrow from the little fan, weighed it slightly, and stepped forward.

Ling Zhen shouted, "Brother Mu, you will definitely win!"

Zhang Shaohan asked Shen Nishang in a low voice: "Can it work?"

Shen Nishang smiled and said nothing, although she didn't speak, Zhang Shaohan already understood.

Although Shen Nishang had never seen Mu Qing throwing pots, with her understanding of Mu Qing, Mu Qing's look was obviously in her heart. Mu Qing's personality is simple but not reckless, and he will not be foolish if he is not sure.

Even if he is not sure about Mu Qing's character, judging from the fact that Mu Qing broke through the seventh layer of the mental method at the age of seventeen in his last life, this small pot throwing skill will not be difficult for him.

The so-called pitcher is nothing but a variation of archery.

Presumably, Mu Qing's archery skills in his previous life should also have considerable attainments.

Now that Mu Qing's heart method has broken through the four layers, the control of internal forces is more accurate.

Mu Qing didn't show off, turned around, stood still for a moment, and flew the arrow out with his backhand, the same "bang", and the cheers suddenly rose!

For example, when Ling Yue hit, there were a lot of sounds, and most of them were the cheers of those girls.

This kind of scene is not surprising.

Compared with Ling Yang, who everyone knows in their hearts, Mu Qing is not only extremely handsome, but also has more expectations because he is not familiar with it.

Especially those girls, from Mu Qingneng took out 10,000 taels of silver tickets at will, and guessed that this beautiful young man was probably from an extraordinary background.

A noble child who looks good, has a good family background, and even looks like a good temperament, how can he not let these spring boudoir girls have more expectations?

Seeing Mu Qing's shot, Ling Zhen was even more excited than her own shot, and she clapped her hands and jumped up as soon as she clapped, applauding loudly!

It's really a dog that bites and doesn't bark!

Ling Yue glanced at Mu Qing with gloomy eyes, Mu Qing had already given up his position, there was no smugness or mockery on his face, he still had the same serious and smooth appearance, seeing Ling Yue's unkind eyes, he didn't have any change in expression, he only nodded towards Ling Yue.

Mu Qing didn't mean anything else at this point, he naturally saw that Ling Yue was actually targeting Ling Fei, but in Mu Qing's eyes, they were all brothers, even if there was some small friction, it would not be to the point.

Even if he thought about Ling Fei, he wouldn't have any resentment towards Ling Yue.

Five thousand taels of silver is a lot, but Mu Qing has always had no concept of silver money, and he doesn't value silver very much, although he was surprised that Ling Yue had such a big lottery, but he was just distressed, the ten thousand taels in his hand were the rest of the dividends and Mama Hu, ready to buy gifts for the Queen Mother, because Yunzhou didn't pick a good one, so he planned to go to the royal capital to buy gifts with a silver ticket.

Besides, he didn't know the betting market of Wang Du's children, and when he saw that no one spoke, he thought that everyone was playing like this.

The distress at that moment was just thinking that if he lost, the remaining 5,000 taels would not be enough to buy a good gift for his grandmother.

Mu Qing nodded without malice, but in Ling Yue's eyes, he almost exploded his lungs.

He took a deep breath and decided that he couldn't fall for this little white face who pretended to be a pig and a tiger, in case he provoked him to really lose, then it would be a big trouble.

Ling Yue calmed down, strode forward, glanced at the position of the pitcher, and suddenly knew in his heart, turned around and threw it cleanly, and the arrow was firmly inserted into the pot!

There was also applause and cheers.

This time, Ling Yue did not have the slightest smug look on his face, he had an intuition in his heart, the first three arrows may not be difficult for this little white face, to decide the victory, I am afraid that I have to look at the last two arrows.

It has to be said that his instincts were right.

Three arrows for one person, a total of six arrows, all inserted in the pitcher!

When Mu Qing threw the third arrow, the cheers were particularly loud, and several girls came forward to stand with Ling Zhen, and at the moment when the arrow was thrown into the pot, they all cheered in unison, and Ling Zhen was even more excited that her palms were red.

Ling Yue stood outside the line, his face sinking like water.

In the first three arrows, he can be said to be 100% sure, but in the last arrow, he usually has a miss rate of one or two percent.

They were about 30 paces away from the pitcher, compared to the usual standard of 20 paces.

The spout of the pitcher is the smallest, and the spout can accommodate ten arrows at most. And the throwing arrow of the pitcher is different from the ordinary arrow, the ordinary arrow is the sharp shape of the inverted triangle, and the throwing arrow used in the pitching pot is to facilitate the force, the arrow is a thumb head size round metal ball, that is to say, the arrow to go in, the arrow ball to enter the spout first, then after throwing seven arrows, the remaining position of the last spout is actually at most into one arrow, after all, the remaining arrows will be staggered between the remaining positions, so as to occupy space.

After Ling Yue knew that there was no hope in this life, although he was wandering among the dogs and horses, there was one thing that he had never left behind.

That's archery.

Ling Zhen asked Ling Fei to come over and compete with him, he didn't have much fear, and he was even a little eager to try.

Because he knew very well that Ling Zhen said that Ling Fei was powerful, it was a few years ago, and Ling Fei had not been so hostile to him at that time, and they would occasionally play together.

At that time, Ling Fei was indeed on a par with him.

But in the past few years, Ling Fei's main attack is swordsmanship.

Ling Yue is confident that he will win against Ling Fei.

But at this moment, looking at the pitcher in the pavilion, Ling Yue felt a little panicked in his heart.

Tightening the arrow in his hand, he closed his eyes, and the next moment, one turned around, and the arrow in his hand flew out, he didn't turn around immediately, until he heard the sound of the arrow being inserted into the pot, because the arrow in the pot was almost full, and the sound behind it was not so obvious to distinguish, and he didn't dare to confirm it, or the applause of everyone came, he exhaled heavily in his heart, and still maintained a calm expression on his face, and turned to look at Mu Qing.

Mu Qing's praise was very direct and sincere: "You are very powerful. ”

Although he has only broken through the fourth layer now, his vision is still there, and when he looks at Ling Yang, he knows that his cultivation will not be higher than the third layer, and Ling Yue's third-layer cultivation is not good because of the foundation, so the internal force will also be vain and mixed, and it is much inferior to other foundations in terms of control.

And although he has only broken through the fourth layer, he is a recultivation of Sangong, and after recultiving, he has already found that although Sangong is difficult and dangerous, it is not without benefits, his meridians are stronger and broader, and his control of internal force has also reached a nuanced state.

And Shen Nishang's mental method is incomparably consistent with his physique, coupled with the internal and external bubbles of those two prescriptions, the internal strength he has practiced now is much purer than that of his previous life.

At such a long distance, with Ling Yue's internal strength cultivation, he can achieve such a point, which shows that he not only has extraordinary talent in archery, but also has extraordinary attainments.

Ling Yue's face darkened again, and he said expressionlessly, "It's your turn." ”

Mu Qing misses this arrow, and he wins.

The five thousand taels of silver, he is not rare, what he is rare is that he can slap Ling Fei in the face.

Mu Qing nodded at him again, took the last arrow in the hand of the little fan, and walked outside the line, he stared at the position of the pitcher, and had a rough bottom in his heart, turned around and stood still, and weighed the weight of the arrow again.

There was silence all around.

Mo said that this competition involved 5,000 taels of silver, and the competition itself was already very attractive.

Thirty steps away from the rear projection, except for Ling Yang, everyone else in this field knew in their hearts that they would definitely not be able to do it.

Not to mention the fourth arrow, even the first arrow is probably barely enough.

Wonderful everyone loves to watch, those girls who cheered more loudly than Mu Qing's arrows because they stood closer, they all held their breath, for fear that it would affect Mu Qing's performance and cause this beautiful boy to lose the competition.

Just when everyone thought that Mu Qing was going to brew a little, Mu Qing threw out the throwing arrow backhand without warning, this time the throwing arrow was much faster, and almost before everyone blinked, this throwing arrow had already squeezed away the previous seven arrows, and it was firmly inserted in the pitcher with domineering confidence!

"Ahh

When everyone was still stunned by Mu Qing's amazing arrow, Ling Zhen cheered for the first time, and rushed towards Mu Qing excitedly, but this time, she failed to do so.

I saw Mu Qing's body turn around, everyone hadn't seen it clearly, and they didn't know how he was moving, and in the next moment, Mu Qing had already returned to Ling Fei and Shen Nishang.

Ling Zhen pounced, and when she arrived at the destination, there was no one, so she turned around blankly, only to see Mu Qing, who was somehow five or six steps away from her, she was not angry, she just felt so strange: "Brother Mu, why are you so fast?"

Many people in the field are practitioners, especially men, no matter whether their cultivation is high or not, but at least they still have vision, Mu Qing's footwork, the internal strength cultivation is high, and it is exquisite that has never been seen, and the cultivation is low, and it is dazzling.

But no matter how high or low the cultivation is, you can see that Mu Qing's hand is exquisite.

Mu Qing only smiled and didn't answer Ling Zhen's words.

Both of them made four shots, that is, they were tied, so Mu Qing also retreated, not only Mu Qing, although Ling Yue said that he regretted that Mu Qing did not miss, he was also relieved in his heart, and even faintly regretted his rash provocation.

Others can't see that his kung fu over the years has been put into archery, and his eyesight is naturally much higher than others, and Mu Qing's last arrow win is too beautiful and too easy.

He saw that Mu Qing should still have some strength left.

Ling Yue had a sense of fear, but fortunately, he only felt that the victory was in his hands earlier, and he did not propose a five-throw ratio to scare Mu Qing away.

When he first proposed the competition, he thought that if he directly scared Mu Qing back, it would make Ling Fei, who had a good face, lose face, but when he thought that the five thousand taels of silver tickets were given to him by his mother and asked him to buy Xiangnan for his eldest brother to break through, he still didn't dare to be bold, and only picked the range of the competition that he was sure of.

For a moment, he almost came up with a five-shot ratio.

Ling Yue's heart was complicated, but his face didn't show it, and he stepped forward to retrieve his silver ticket.

"The ninth brother confessed like this, this is not the ninth brother's style!"

Before Ling Yue's hand could be stretched out, a twenty-twelve-year-old man walked out of the crowd.

As soon as Ling Yue saw the man walking out with a smile, he secretly said "not good" in his heart.

"Isn't this just four arrows? Everyone can't enjoy watching it, come on, come on, come on, don't you still have five shots piercing ears?" The man was a little older among the cadres, with a greasy face and a hippie smile, and walked out step by step, looking even more scoundrel than Ling Yue. (To be continued.) )