It looks like an ordinary bow, but it can not be afraid of the power of a small flame. "Co*Le * Words * Love * First * Fa ()] [Latest Chapter Reading Baoly] Since the appearance of the small flame, Congye has never found anything intact under the power of the small flame.

Except, of course, the clump leaves themselves.

Turning over and over, Congye observed the bow for many days, until one day Congye couldn't bear it anymore, summoned a small flame again, and directly put the bow into the flame to burn.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours passed, and even the little flame was impatient and took the initiative to retreat, and the bow was still intact.

Knowing that this bow was by no means simple, he was inevitably depressed in his heart, so he grabbed it casually and smashed it on a rock in front of him.

Poof, a solid rock was smashed to pieces from a bow.

It's just that the original angular rock, there are inevitably thumb-sized stone particles splashing up at the edge, and if you are not careful, the right hand of the bush leaf holding the bow will be broken by the stone grains that come. When a wisp of blood spilled out, he was about to withdraw his hand to wipe the wound, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"This bow actually sucks blood"

I can't help but think of the legend of the treasure recognition in the wild history novels that Gao Chunguo read when he was the king of Xiaoyao, and the most widely circulated of them is to use his own blood to drip on the treasure.

"Is this bow a confession of the Lord?"

Throughout the year, Congye knows his body best. Even if you are cut by a knife and axe, it will only splash a wisp of blood, and the wound will automatically stop bleeding. But the small wound on the tiger's mouth that was broken by a small stone was bleeding nonstop.

Finally, after absorbing some of his own blood, the bow became as light as nothing in his hand. There is no need for Congye to study it anymore, and suddenly a thought appeared in Congye's mind. There has been a small flame experience, and Congye is not surprised by this.

"Hello host."

"Are you the bow in my hand?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Forget about jì."

No, I lost my memory like myself

"Master, this is an arrow trick, master should study it well."

After that, there was silence, and no matter how much the leaves tried to communicate, they got no response.

After Cong Ye carefully read the arrow trick that appeared in his mind, he realized that the bandit black god's so-called arrow no-void has nothing to do with this arrow trick, he still practices ordinary archery skills in the mortal world, but the bandit black god has a bit of talent in this regard.

The more he looked, the more frightened Cong Ye became, where is this arrow trick, it can be called a magic skill.

I always want to find an arrow to make a clump of leaves, but it is difficult to get my wish.

Because the arrow recipe says that there are only three arrows in this bow, which is made of dragon bones, and the arrow feathers made of tail feathers on the phoenix's tail, especially the arrow, which is actually made of tungsten gold.

Although Cong Ye didn't know whether the tungsten gold mentioned in the arrow recipe had anything to do with the four tungsten stones he had obtained, just from the material of the arrow shaft and arrow feathers, he could know how expensive the tungsten gold of the arrow was.

"Let's try it instead of ordinary arrows."

There is no shortage of such ordinary arrows, the Cao family has them, and they are used by Cao Wei's father, Cao Zheng, for hunting.

Cong Ye found two, bent his bow and arrows in front of Cao Zheng, and shot them out with a whoosh.

The arrows that had just left the string immediately turned into smashes, and not to mention the sawdust flying, the iron arrows were also bent and deformed.

"The virtuous son-in-law is really a divine power."

Cao Zheng was also curious about the big bow that this new son-in-law had been holding in his hand for more than ten days, although he knew that it was from the bandit black god, but he had never looked at it carefully, and now he couldn't help but have a thought, and reached out to catch the big bow that Cong Ye held with one hand.

Ever since the treasure bow became light, Cong Ye had long been accustomed to it, and even forgot the weight he had originally held in his hand, so when he saw his father-in-law Cao Zheng stretching out his hand, he handed it to him casually.

"Ahh

Cao Zheng, who originally came to catch the bow with one hand, not only did not catch it, but let the bow fall to the ground, and smashed a big pit in the hard ground, and he himself was almost flashed, and his body staggered for a long time, but Cong Ye reached out to help him, and finally stood firm.

However, there was a sharp pain in the wrist of his right hand, which he stretched out to receive the bow.

In the blink of an eye, Cao Zheng, who was holding his right wrist with his left hand, his face had become sallow, and cold sweat the size of a bean crackled and fell.

"Oops, I'm sorry father-in-law, I forgot about it."

While apologizing, he helped Cao Zheng, who was only in his early thirties, to walk into the room, and happened to be seen by Yan Jing and everyone sitting in the courtyard.

"What's wrong with Daddy?"

Cao Wei was naturally the first to run up and ask, listening to Cong Ye's narration, she also knew that she couldn't blame Cong Ye, but she could only blame Cong Ye for being too strong.

"Uncle Cao, let me see."

Yan Jing walked over, gently stroked Cao Zheng's right wrist with severe pain, and said to Cong Ye:

"The ulna is broken, and the radius is cracked."

Cong Ye immediately remembered that Yan Jing was the famous Princess Caiyun, and she was the descendant of the dignified imperial doctor Jingchun. Although Jing Chun is known for being familiar with all kinds of plagues, it does not mean that other medical skills are much worse. So Yan Jing still learned a real skill.

"It doesn't matter."

"It's not a big problem, it's connected and put in place, and it will be fine after 100 days."

Hearing that the delicate Yan Jing actually knew medical skills and knew how to connect bones, Cao Zheng forgot about the pain in his wrist, and his eyes were shining.

After taking over the guard plate prepared by Cong Ye and others, Yan Jing very quickly returned the broken bone at Cao Zheng's wrist to the position.

"Uncle Cao, let's rest for a hundred days, it just happens to be winter, and there is no farm work to do."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

This is Cao Wei's mother, and Cao Liu also hurriedly came up to thank Yan Jing.

The family lives in the Cao family, in fact, Yan Jing is very unsure, after all, they are penniless now, and they have to rely on the Cao family for food.

"Husband, we can't always eat and drink for nothing like this."

"Of course, tomorrow I'll go hunting in the mountains."

Thinking about it, Cong Ye is the only way to help the Cao family. Prey can not only be eaten as meat, but it can also be sold for silver.

However, when Cong Ye told Cao Wei of his decision at night, he didn't want Cao Wei to say something like this:

"Officials, they all say that marrying chickens and dogs is like dogs, and the official's martial arts have made the slave family proud, but the official is only more than fifteen years old now, do you plan to fight prey for the rest of your life?"

"In Your Opinion"

"Why don't officials take the martial arts exam and come back with a fame, not only can they glorify their ancestors, but even the whole slave family will follow suit."

Cong Ye almost laughed out loud when he heard it, thinking that even the King of Freedom had been for thirty years, and he had married two princesses before and after, Cao Wei could figure it out, and wanted to let herself go to the exam, and it was a martial arts. Immediately said casually:

"If you want to take the test, it can't be martial arts, it seems that martial arts are far less respected than literary ju."

"Is it true that officials are still full of talent to learn?"