The teacher who taught them martial arts was surnamed Meng, and he could be hired by the Mo family to teach the children of the clan martial arts.

Eighteen weapons are proficient in everything?

Cut! That's a small look, as long as you can count the fame, this Meng Jiaoxi can play a few tricks, and from the perspective of the ink dyed clothes, it is still very similar.

Meng Jiaoxi has always kept his sword on his body, and the three-foot Qingfeng is behind his back, and the scabbard is difficult to block his exposed aura.

Perhaps it is influenced by Meng's teachings, or everyone has the dream of flying with a sword, and the most people choose the sword as a weapon, and some people choose soft whips, Baiqiao fans, double thorn hammers and other weapons that are good-looking, or hidden edges, or fierce and unparalleled.

And the one who chose the bow and arrow, in addition to the ink dyed clothes, there was also a boy who was half a head shorter than her, the ink dyed clothes were very curious about the people who had the same choice as herself, and looked at them twice, but who knows, this boy is even more shy than the girl, his face is red all the way to the neck, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at people, she looked at it for a long time, and she didn't see the boy's appearance clearly.

Ahem, it's also because the child's hair is too long, covering most of his face.

If it weren't for the different clothes of men and women in the school, she would really think that this was a shy little girl.

The two of them stood together, it was really eye-catching, the same thin, one had to lower his head to the ground, looking submissive, and the other was standing straight, but no matter how he looked at it, it looked like it would fall down as soon as the wind blew, and his face was even more white and frightening in the sun.

Looking at the others looking at them one by one, Mo Dyed Yi felt that there seemed to be four big characters floating behind the two of them: "Gathering like things".

"What's your name?" Ink-dyed clothes asked softly.

"The ink is cloudy." The little boy replied quietly.

"Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid......" Mo Dye Yi muttered to himself, "It's a good name, and it's easy to remember." ”

Mo Qingxun quickly raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes hidden in the broken hair were bright and bright, for fear that she would find out, and quickly lowered his head.

"My name is Ink Dye." She was a little curious about this little boy who kept bowing his head to show people, so "special", why didn't she find out?

"I know my sister's name." It's still a very small voice.

Clan sister?

It's really rare to be so polite, and the children in the school call them by their first names.

"You two come with me." Meng Jiaoxi saw that everyone had chosen well, and he was the first to call them over.

The two of them followed behind Meng Jiaoxi and came to the arrow target, on the shelf next to them, there were bows of different materials and sizes, as well as crossbows with ink-dyed clothes.

After briefly teaching them the posture of drawing a bow and archery, and seeing that they did it a few times, it was generally correct, so I let them practice on their own, and turned away to continue to guide others.

I don't want to hide too much in ink-dyed clothes, in this world, I believe there is a genius who says, rather than pretending to be conscientious and hard-working, it is better to give people the impression of outstanding archery skills from the beginning.

Stand still, draw your arrow, draw your bow, shoot!

The posture is standard, the strength is slightly smaller, and the tip of the arrow is dangerously pierced on the target, less than half an inch away from the red heart.

The corners of the mouth are unconsciously upturned, the hunter mark, it's too easy to use, where to shoot, shoot the arrow at her, it's really wood difficulty, wood difficulty!

Seeing that the arrow target next to her was still empty, she looked at Mo Qingxun suspiciously.

Mo Qingxun didn't bow his head anymore, his narrow eyes instantly widened, staring at the arrows that were still trembling up and down in disbelief.

Just as a breeze was blowing, the little boy's shredded hair fluttered in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" The ink-dyed clothes sighed lightly, full of amazement, such a beautiful child.

Or, should I say...... Male and female appearance.

The slightly soft outline, the narrow and bright eyes, like a shallow trickle, clear to the bottom, the skin is as white as jade, the lips are red and bright, ignoring its gender, it is definitely the seedling of a beautiful woman.

Especially those eyes, rippling waves, extremely pure and pure, people can't take their eyes off.

Mo Qingxun quickly lowered his head, began to fiddle with the bow and arrow in his hand, and hurriedly shot an arrow, not to mention hitting the target, only halfway to fly and fell to the ground.

The flush crawled all over the cheeks again, and once again stained behind the ears, and other book friends looked at it normally:.

Ink-dyed clothes: "......"

Is shame synonymous with you?

She is not a confidant eldest sister, she has no leisure to coax the child, she turned her head, her eyes locked on the arrow target, and the arrows reflected out with a faint sound of breaking the air.

"Boom la la ......"

Ink-dyed clothes were stunned, cumming too excitedly, and getting carried away.

Mo Qingyun's eyes swirled back and forth between the arrow target and the clan sister, and the two big words "thriller" were written in his eyes.

There was such a big commotion, and everyone's eyes were focused here.

"What's going on?" Meng Jiaoxi walked briskly.

He looked at the positions of the two of them, and the fallen arrow target, and looked at the ink-dyed clothes.

I found that this thin little girl, as if she was scared stupid, the wind blew, causing her robe to tremble slightly, as if she was trembling.

He was a little irritable in his heart, and he really didn't like the delicate little girl.

Taking a few steps forward and looking at the arrow target, Meng Jiaoxi immediately gasped.

I saw that the fallen arrow target deviated far from the original position and fell backwards, and the arrow was densely packed with arrows, and the tip of the arrow entered the target deep and shallow, and it was different, but it occupied the red heart and its surroundings, and one of them, the force was very great, and the arrow target was shot through, and the wooden beam that supported the arrow target was cracked, and the arrow target was overwhelmed, and the support balance was lost, and this will fall.

He jerked his head back, staring at the ink-dyed clothes with burning eyes.

"You shot this?"

"Yes, other book friends read it normally:." Can she say no? There are two people standing here, the kid's arrow target over there is empty, there is no hair, she didn't shoot it, is it a ghost?

Meng Jiaoxi's eyes were like searchlights, up and down, illuminating her inside.

The eyes were scorching, as if she was going to roast her, Rao is ink-dyed clothes and two lives, and she couldn't stand this kind of look, and she shivered repeatedly.

Seeing that the child's face seemed to be a little whiter, Meng Jiaoxi tried his best to suppress his excitement, and tried his best to keep his tone as usual, "You shoot a few more arrows, this Jiaoxi will take a look." He pointed to another target.

"Yes." Ink dyed clothes carefully drew arrows, shot out, slow movements, and prayed sincerely in his heart: Don't make a critical hit, don't crit somewhere else......

"That's it." Meng Jiaoxi shouted, and the look of satisfaction and admiration in his eyes was even stronger.

Although the posture is still a little substandard, and the strength is not enough, the accuracy is very high, and archery not only depends on eyesight, but also on the coordination of hands and feet, especially this feeling is the most rare.

The higher the cultivation, the more sensitive the six senses are, and the cultivators can shoot the bull's-eye lightly, but appearing in a little girl who is only in the Qi refining period can only be described as talented.

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