Zhao Mansion, back garden.

Under the branches, a man in a dark coat danced with a sword.

The sword sparkled, and the clothes fluttered. The sword is like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow, pointing the sword up, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapse.

Call~

That person suddenly put away his sword and stood up, it was Zhao Ling, the first general of the Zhao Mansion.

In the ten years since he entered the Zhao Mansion, daily sword practice has been a compulsory course for him, and those who practice martial arts cannot be unfamiliar with martial arts for a day, so he has to practice for an hour every morning.

This snitch, who once shocked Jiangning, has been begging for a life on the tip of a knife for many years, and he has long been tired of the rivers and lakes.

He put his sword in its sheath and walked with it to his lodgings. Since the little boy woke up from a serious illness, he has become the little boy's personal guard, as long as the little boy goes out of the house, he will follow him wherever he goes. So he had to clean up early, and after the little boy had breakfast, he had to go out with the little boy.

Good~

Suddenly, there was a cheer in a clearing not far away, which caused him to look back.

The rules and regulations of the house have always been very strict, and it is forbidden to laugh and make noise between the subordinates, unless they are accompanying the master to play, otherwise they will be punished.

When he got closer, he was stunned by what he saw.

I saw Zhao Hao wearing a purple and gold hair crown, dressed in a snow-white suit, holding a longbow, and shooting at the arrow target not far away.

He holds the bow in his left hand, hooks the string in his right hand, and his head is naturally turned to the target surface, his arms are raised, the bow is perpendicular to the ground, and the eyes and feathered arrows are in a straight line with the bull's-eye.

The standard archery action is meticulous, as if he has been learning arrows for many years, and there is no sense of unfamiliarity.

Zhao Ling was puzzled, only to see Zhao Hao roaring, magnificent, struggling to draw the bow, the bow pulled the full moon, and then the tent sounded, and the arrow was like a meteor, heading straight for the arrow target.

Sincere~

As the feather arrow shot into the wooden target, I saw that the arrow hit the target straight, and the tail of the arrow was still whining.

Unbiased and hit the bull's-eye.

Good~

The cheers around rang out again, and the cheers thundered.

"Good archery!"

"Childe's magic arrow, unparalleled in the world."

"Childe's divine arrow, more than the ancient Yang Yuji, is really the first god in Jiangning!"

……

Zhao Ling was in a mess at the moment.

Zhao Hao's posture and accuracy of leading the bow and archery are almost perfect and impeccable, unlike a wild monk like him, although the hidden weapons, bows and arrows and swordsmanship are all refined, but when it comes to archery movements and postures, there are always some non-standard habits, unlike Zhao Hao's almost textbook posture and movements.

It's just that...... The distance of the target was only twenty-five paces!

Even if it is a money dart or a throwing knife, he can shoot more than 30 steps away steadily, and that is purely by the strength of his hands. Although Zhao Hao's archery posture is extremely standardized and beautiful, and his archery skills are also 100 shots, the range of 25 steps is almost like child's play.

What made him even more speechless was that within a range of twenty-five paces, those house slaves still touted it to the sky......

And the most important thing is that Zhao Hao's archery skills have first glimpsed the way, and it is really inappropriate to still use a distance of twenty-five steps to practice archery, which is like using a high-level number to farm monsters in the novice village, which is really boring and a waste of time.

In the cheers of everyone, Zhao Hao became more and more courageous, and he shot two arrows in a row, and the arrows hit the bull's-eye.

The cheers of the crowd became more and more frenzied, but Zhao Ling couldn't help it anymore and strode over.

"Childe has already learned the key to archery, why not move away from the target? Now the distance of less than thirty paces is no longer difficult for Childe, and it is difficult to grow. ”

Facing Zhao Ling's answer, Zhao Hao looked innocent: "The range of this bow can only reach twenty-five steps, and if it shoots far, it will not be able to hit the target." ”

Zhao Yan became more and more puzzled, stretched out his hand to Zhao Hao to ask for a long bow and said, "Let me try." ”

He asked the arrow target to move sixty steps away, and he wanted to draw the bow and lead the arrow himself to demonstrate to Zhao Hao.

After the arrow target was moved to the designated position, I saw Zhao Ling holding the longbow high, winding the arrow, aiming at the bullseye sixty paces away, and with a slight force of his arms, he pulled the longbow for a full moon.

Boom~

There was a cracking sound, and the feather arrow on the bow arm fell to the ground, and the longbow was pulled in two by Zhao Ling, which shocked Zhao Ling.

Zhao Hao almost cried when he saw Zhao Ling pull his longbow off: "Uncle Ling, I specially asked a skilled craftsman to refine a two-bucket bow, and it was broken by you...... Luckily, I have two handfuls. ”

Zhao Ling was completely messy: "Two bucket bows? ”

Two bucket bows, not nothing, the average ten-year-old boy uses this kind of bow practitioners abound, but like Zhao Hao, the age of sixteen or seventeen years old, it is when he is young and strong, ordinary people use four bucket bows, and the weaker ones are also three bucket bows, where are there still two bucket bows?

The key is that other people's two bucket bows are small bows, and Zhao Hao, in order to make himself look powerful, he just asked people to make the special two bucket bows as strong as the eight-bucket bow.

It's just that what Zhao Ling didn't know was that even if it was two bucket bows, Zhao Hao practiced for seven or eight days before he strengthened his arm strength to the point that he could barely pull the bow to the fullest.

Zhao Ling's face was speechless and helpless, so he had to confess to Zhao Hao and walked away.

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"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world.

Helpless beauty, not on the east wall.

The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt.

When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant.

I am willing to match virtue and join hands.

I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed.

The phoenix returns to his hometown and travels all over the world to seek his phoenix. ”

Although the peach blossoms have been gone, behind the lush peach forest, the sound of the piano and the song are more beautiful and intoxicating than the peach blossoms.

In the small courtyard with blue tiles and white walls, a piano, a few, two stools, a young man dressed in purple, a woman dressed in white like snow and wearing a veil, an old and elegant piano, and a clear and tactful singing voice, this scene seems to be a dusty fairy that has caused the infection and impact of quiet beauty, which makes people forget all the humiliation and humiliation, and the heart is relaxed.

It seems to be influenced by the singing voice that seems to come from the heavens, and every turn, vibrato, and rise and fall of the piano music seems to have a soul in it, and with the ethereal and beautiful voice, it is as if it is from the artistic conception of the fairyland.

At the end of the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", Zhao Hao held down the strings, took a long breath, looked back at the woman who was still wearing the veil and asked, "What do you think?" ”

"It's good, if you practice diligently, it will definitely be better." He was answered by the faint voice of Merlin Layman.

Although the beginner's piano skill book can make his fingers very flexible and flexible in an instant, and out of thin air he has a general consciousness that seems to have been practicing the piano for many years, and his fingering is also extremely standardized and flexible, and he can control every piece well, but he can only play some simple tunes.

The primary skill book itself seems to only increase the skill of playing the piano, and does not carry the memory of the qin music, so the qin music must also consult the first qin master in Jiangnan.

After practicing hard for seven or eight days in a row, he finally learned this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" seventy-seven eighty-eight, so this gentleman who has always had different rhythms, although he is not a master of music, but it is enough to pretend to be forced among the scholars in Jiangning City for a while.

However, for those who are truly proficient in music, it is really nothing, after all, it is only a basic skill.

Zhao Hao stood up, stretched his waist, and said with a triumphant smile: "Back then, Sima Xiangru used this song to provoke Zhuo Wenjun, and made the widowed beauty elope for him. ”

Yang Fang slowly walked to the piano case and sat down, and said with a smile: "I heard that the good son-in-law in the heart of the Wang family, only your cousin Xie Gongzi and the third son of the Zheng family, the son still has to work hard." I'll play it again, and you'll have to listen carefully. ”

With a fingertip, the sound of the piano rose leisurely, compared to what Zhao Hao played just now, I don't know how many times better, and the listener was already drunk......

In the past seven or eight days, Zhao Hao has been able to hear Yang Fang play this song every day, but every time he listens to it, he is fascinated and never gets tired of listening to it.

Zhao Hao listened to the song while looking at the person who stroked the qin, only to see that under the cloud-like hair, a small piece of snow-white fragrant neck was exposed, as well as the weak shoulders and the waist that he held in his hand, which made him feel a ripple in his heart.

At the end of the song, Zhao Hao sighed secretly: "But I have to listen to this song every day, and I am willing to be hungry every day." ”

Yang Fang sneered: "If you are hungry for three days, this song will not be worth half a steamed bun...... If you can't pass the music test and marry a beauty, you can't blame me. ”

Zhao Hao smiled: "If I can't marry the beauty of the Wang family, I will rob Fang'er and go back to my house to be the wife of the village...... Oh, Mrs. Press. ”

In the eyes like black jade, a strange look flashed.

"Childe is really good at joking...... It's getting late, and it's time for the son to go home, otherwise the lady will be worried. ”

The speaker is intentional or unintentional, and the listener seems to be unintentional.

Zhao Hao raised his head, looked at the bright red sunset in the distance, and said with a slight smile: "It's really not early, don't pass by." ”

A hint of astringency is hidden in the laughter, imperceptible.

An exquisite carriage, more than ten fine rides, gradually disappeared at the intersection of the tree-lined path.

The sound of the horses' hooves faded away, and finally disappeared.

Yang Fang slowly hugged the piano and got up, the slanting sun shone on her body, sprinkling a layer of bright red brilliance, and the white clothes were dyed like a wedding red veil.

Footsteps rang out behind him.

"Take the Divine Pill brought by Zhao Gongzi and give another one to San'er, Si'er and Xiaojiu." She didn't look back.

Yang Jun looked at his sister's back, and stopped talking.

Yang Fang seemed to sense something and asked, "What do you have to tell my sister?" ”

Yang Jun finally mustered up the courage and said, "Since Zhao Gongzi's divine pill can cure Lao Qi's leprosy, it will definitely also cure my sister...... The burns on his face, Zhao Gongzi brought a total of more than 20 divine pills, why didn't my sister take two to heal the wounds? ”

Yang Fang sighed slightly and said: "The Divine Pill is dead and alive and flesh and bones, you see that even Xiao Jiu's left eye has already seen a little light, such a Divine Pill, don't waste it on your sister." ”

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to Yang Jun again, but glanced at Lin ** again, and then slowly returned to the room with the piano in his arms.

Mrs. Pressing...... Will the Zhao Mansion want the extremely ugly Mrs. Pressuring Mansion?