Two sharp arrows flew out almost simultaneously, one after the other, on the apple above the heads of Song Yun and Miao Jiang. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Miao Jiang's face turned pale, and he stood in place and watched the apple fall to the ground without speaking.

Song Yun's face was much calmer, and his heart was full of trust in the person who shot the arrow, and he was never worried that he would miss the apple.

King Miao Jiang spoke; "Both of them shot apples in this game, how do you count?"

The little princess of Miao Jiang opened her mouth and said: "Father, although both of them shot the apple, it was the shooter of the Martial Emperor Dynasty who shot first, so naturally Lord Qincha won." ”

Dongguyan said: "Your Royal Highness the little princess, it is inappropriate to judge the winner or loser in this way, before the competition, it was said who could shoot the apple, but it was not said that it was also compared to the order of the apple." “

Everyone nodded when they heard this, and felt that what Donggu Yan said made some sense.

Ahri looked at Donggu Yan, and his eyes seemed to ask, Uncle Donggu, how can you help outsiders bully me.

Donggu Yan smiled slightly bitterly, little Ahri, you are still too naïve, our national teacher will not admit defeat so easily, why do you offend him so much.

Miao Jiang Guoshi opened his mouth and said: "This game is a draw, let's continue to compare." ”

Song Yun had no opinion and signaled that he could continue.

On the performance seat, Song Wan'er held her chin with her bare hands, looked at her husband and eldest brother who were holding bows and arrows in her hands, a faint smile flashed in her eyes, and she was silent for three seconds for the national teacher of Miao Jiang in her heart.

It's so naïve, do you think you're going to win by doing this? It's wrong, it's very wrong, so it just fits the meaning of my eldest brother and husband.

Wouldn't it be cheaper to lose so easily?

Miao Jiang's national teacher glanced at Miao Jiang's marksman warningly, he must shoot well, and he must not lose.

He stretched out his hand, directly grabbed another apple, put it on his head, and didn't move for a long time, but turned his head to see that Song Yun didn't move.

National Master Miao Jiang smiled, the smile on the corner of his mouth was mocking, and said, "What? Scared? If you're afraid, just admit defeat. ”

Song Yun shook his head, looked at Miao Jiang Guoshi and said: "The last round was apples, but the two sides did not win or lose, so we don't use apples in this round, we use something else." ”

Miao Jiang asked, "What do we use?" ”

Song Yun pointed to the table with one hand, and where he pointed out, there were several plates, full of fruits, "With oranges." ”

Compared to apples, which are not too small, oranges are much smaller, and when you hold them in your hand and put them on your head, you can only see a small red dot.

Miao Jiang's marksman nodded, signaling that he could.

Song Yun's movements were crisp and neat, and Miao Jiang's national teacher had a lot of ink.

The oranges had been placed, and the archers were standing in their assigned positions, clenching their bows and preparing to shoot.

"Buzz!" With a soft sound, Yunmo didn't hesitate at all, let go, and the arrow shot forward like a line, hitting the orange on Song Yun's head.

Miao Jiang's sharpshooter hesitated for a moment, squinted his eyes, and focused on aiming at the orange on the head of the national teacher, and then let go and shoot out.

The two arrows were also one after the other this time, the difference was that the time gap was a little large, but they both hit the target in the end.

The national teacher closed his eyes, felt the sharp arrow qi cut through the air, his face became more and more pale, his body trembled involuntarily, and he tried his best to control it, so he didn't move his feet or squat down.

"Buzz!" "Bang! The orange was shot and flew straight out.

"Good!" There was a burst of applause from the stands, applauding the performance of the two sharpshooters.

"Whew!" The national teacher secretly let out a sigh of relief, smoothing his breathing, and the expression on his face was barely smiling, "Lord Qincha, how do we calculate this game?" ”

Song Yun said: "It's a draw. He spoke without the slightest hesitation.

The national teacher looked at Song Yun suspiciously, and he didn't believe that he was so kind, and such a great opportunity was actually missed.

Song Yun proposed: "Since this game is still a draw, we can only try one more game to determine the winner." ”

Miao Jiang National Teacher is not afraid at all, compared to whom, who is afraid of whom.

The performance of Miao Jiang's marksman in successive rounds now makes Miao Jiang's national teacher full of confidence in him.

Miao Jiang said: "What kind of fruit does Lord Qincha plan to change it to this time?" However, after a glance, it seems that there is no fruit smaller than an orange. ”

On the performance seat, a voice sounded, gentle and tender, but it successfully made the person who heard it freeze, "Who said no, this purple jade grape looks very suitable in size." ”

The purple jade grape is just like its name, petite and exquisite, placed in Song Wan'er's hand, setting off her hand more and more delicate and white, crystal clear.

Miao Jiang Guoshi touched his eyebrows: "What are you, on such an occasion, where are you qualified to speak?" ”

Song Yun said: "National teacher, please be cautious." ”

Song Yun nodded and said approvingly: "This proposal is good, just use purple jade grapes." ”

Song Yun and the national teacher held the purple jade grapes in their hands and put them on top of their heads, compared to the apples and oranges of the previous two times, this time the purple jade grapes, whether it was size or color, could not be compared.

The purple grapes are placed on the jet-black hair, which is inconspicuous in the first place, and its small appearance makes people even more inconspicuous.

Song Wan'er raised her eyes and glanced at Song Yun, and a look of understanding between the brother and sister flashed in her eyes.

Song Yun bowed his head, said that he understood, and proposed: "It's just that this kind of competition is boring, it's better for us to shoot blindly in this game." ”

Blind shot? What does that mean?

The people around didn't quite understand, looking left and right suspiciously, looking for someone who understood to explain a thing or two to them, and the few people who knew what blind shooting meant, gasped one after another.

Blind shooting, as the name suggests, is to let the archer close his eyes and shoot at the target, this Qin Cha of the Wu Dynasty is so brave that he dares to propose such a competition.

Miao Jiang's national division was the first to speak out: "No, the national division does not agree." ”

Song Yun looked at the National Teacher of Miao Jiang in surprise, and asked, "In this way, the National Teacher is planning to admit defeat." ”

Miao Jiang hesitated and did not speak.

If you don't compete, then you lose, which is what Miao Jiang Guoshi did in the last game, and the final result of the competition became a draw.

Returning the other way to the other, Song Yun fought back quietly.

"Throw in the towel? No, you can't throw in the towel. A draw doesn't work, he already lost the first game, and if he draws again, he still loses. Miao Jiang said secretly in his heart, standing on the high platform of the competition, the expression on his face was full of entanglement.

"Ahem!" Donggu Yan, who had an uncomfortable throat, coughed lightly.

Song Yun asked one last time, "What the hell is going to do?" To compare or not to compare? ”