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"Huh...... You're obviously smiling......" Tianming said with some confusion. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, his voice was a little louder, just enough for everyone present to hear it.

The other Confucian disciples who were standing quietly on the side were all a little anxious in their hearts. You know, the two masters chose them to come over to greet the guests, but they didn't come to talk nonsense, Tianming, this kid said that he didn't laugh or not, what if he was misunderstood by this master of Shanliu, who looked beautiful but always seemed to be very serious?

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes were focused on Tianming's face, with a slight sense of blame.

"I ......" Facing everyone's eyes, Tianming shrunk his neck slightly, and snorted: "I won't speak anymore......"

Yamamoto glanced at Tianming lightly: This kid is really the same everywhere...... Trouble everywhere......

However, this is how it looks like a bright day......

And Yan Lu seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of Yamamoto's look at Tianming, thinking that this Shanliu Master might be angry, so he said apologetically: "The disciple is stubborn, please forgive Shanliu Master." ”

"It doesn't matter." Yamamoto shook his head, even if he didn't know Tianming, he wouldn't be angry because of a word, not to mention that the person who said this sentence was Tianming, who had saved him.

Ignoring this side of the matter, Yamamoto once again looked at the target on the river bank in the distance, about twenty feet away. The Confucian disciples at the scene all knew this target, which was moved from the place where the Confucian disciples practiced the "shooting" in the six arts of the gentleman, the base was made of haystacks, and the circular target was divided into several circles of black and white circular areas, and in the middle was a black circular bull's-eye.

On the other side, a disciple who had already arranged in advance held a bow and arrow to Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang held a longbow in his hand and said to Yamamoto: "Master Shanliu is a guest, please first." ”

Yamamoto took a deep look at Zhang Liang, who was smiling on his face, did not speak, and slowly began his own archery action.

Because it was not a life-and-death confrontation on the battlefield, Yamamoto did not bend his bow and arrows as quickly as usual, but slowly followed his habits.

With both feet open, a bow in one hand, an arrow in the other, and a straight body, just such a simple action made the Confucian disciples present feel an inexplicable pressure.

"This is ......" Yan Lu looked at this mountain willow master with some surprise, he didn't expect that this young mountain willow master would have such a might, and couldn't help but nod slightly, "It really lives up to the name of the master......

turned his head to look at Zhang Liang again, but found that Zhang Liang's face was no longer an indifferent smile, but a slight bitter smile. It seems that under the pressure of this mountain willow master, even Zhang Liang can't be as elegant and elegant as usual.

"Ovary, you ......" As a fellow senior brother, Yan Lu couldn't help but ask with concern.

"I'm fine." Zhang Liang shook his head, sighed with a wry smile, "I just didn't expect this master to be really serious......"

Yan Lu couldn't help but shake his head, and said helplessly: "You, you didn't expect it this time......

"Not really......" Zhang Liang's eyes looked at the mountain willow master again, and there was a little naughtiness in his wry smile......

At this time, the mountain willow master has put the arrow on the bowstring, like black jade eyes faintly looking at the arrow target in the distance, in the back of the head, the long black hair is tied into a bunch at the end, is moving slightly with his movements, the black and white jacket skirt wraps the slender figure, under the wide black pleated skirt of the lower body, two small feet step open, obviously a petite figure, it looks weak and beautiful, but it makes people feel the pressure like the top of the mountain.

The slender white hands raise the bow and arrow that has been set up in their hands, hold the bow in one hand and pull the string in the other, spread their hands left and right, and pull the bow and arrow to their eye level.

The action of pulling the bow in and out of the chest made the thin waist of the willow under the clothes of the mountain willow master faint, but under the pressure of the mountain willow master, no one dared to have a thought.

Then, the hand holding the bowstring was released, and the arrow flew away, while the hand that had been released was raised backwards like a tiger's tail, with ease and strength.

Probably because of the vibration of the bowstring, the veil of the mountain willow master also seemed to be slightly raised, revealing the tip of the iceberg of that soft and beautiful face in a fleeting manner.

And the arrow that was shooting quickly at the target was also nailed to the target, and the tail feathers on the arrow trembled slightly.

However, although the arrow hit the area in the bull's-eye, it did not appear to hit the center of the entire target.

This result made everyone present slightly stunned, and the Confucian disciples looked at each other a little bewildered, and they were already secretly guessing in their hearts whether this master of Shanliu was actually just an embroidered pillow......

Yan Lu and Zhang Liang also glanced at each other, and at the same time read the confusion in each other's eyes.

"How could it be ......?" Standing among the Confucian disciples, Di Shaoyu frowned slightly and muttered.

"Willow ...... Masters......? Behind Yamamoto, Ah 13 asked in a low voice of concern, because there were Confucian people now, so she could only call Yamamoto "senior sister" according to her disguised identity.

Yamamoto, on the other hand, did not speak, but calmly took out another arrow, bent his bow and set up an arrow, and another arrow was nailed to the target......

Looking at the arrow that still hadn't hit the center of the entire target, Zhang Liang frowned and thought about it, but suddenly remembered a possibility, and was slightly surprised: Could it be ......?

At this time, the third arrow had already been nailed to the arrow target, and Yan Lu, who was still a little confused, also had his eyes lit up slightly, and said to Zhang Liang on the side in a low voice: "This mountain willow master's temper is really ......."

"Yes......" Zhang Liang nodded and smiled helplessly.

As he spoke, the mountain willow master had already shot out the fourth arrow, then put away his bow and arrow, and looked at Zhang Liang lightly: "It's your turn." ”

"No need, admit defeat in the next one." Zhang Liang shook his head and said.

"Throw in the towel? Why? On the side, Tianming in the crowd had already shouted, "She obviously didn't have an arrow in the center of the target......?" ”

It seems that some Confucian disciples, like Tianming, looked at Zhang Liang who put his bow and arrow aside suspiciously.

Of course, not everyone is the same as Tianming, such as Shaoyu, he is one of them, these Confucian disciples who have already seen the way of the door looked at the arrow target in the distance in shock, as if they had not yet come back to their senses.

"It seems that some people have already understood." Zhang Liang smiled slightly, swept his gaze, looked at Shao Yu, and said, "Zi Yu, you can explain." ”

"Huh?" Hearing Zhang Liang shout his pseudonym in Confucianism, Shao Yu was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly stepped out of the queue and saluted: "Yes, Second Master." ”

During the salute, he peeked at Yamamoto, only to find that Yamamoto had already stepped aside and carefully re-wrapped his bow and arrows in cloth.