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Niu Churu's face suddenly turned pale, and he pointed at Zhuo Zangfeng with a folding fan, but he was trembling and couldn't speak, and suddenly ran to Niu Zhishui, hugging his thighs and complaining.

"Grandpa...... This kid beat me, and I couldn't sleep every night because of the pain. ”

Niu Zhishui looked at his grandson with pity, and said angrily: "Are you embarrassed to say those things you did?

Niu Chong heard that his grandfather was so angry that his beard was crooked, and his old man had already understood the truth, and it was useless to continue pretending, so he was immediately silenced.

Niu Zhishui hated iron and steel: "Your father returned home last night, blame me for being too indulgent to you." I have figured it out, I can't let you stay at home quietly from tomorrow onwards, and read and write every day, or I will hand you over to your father to discipline you. ”

Niu Chong saw that his grandfather was really angry this time, so he didn't dare to say more, and was about to slip away, when something fell out of his arms and hurriedly picked it up, but Niu Chong was so fast that he snatched it from his hand.

It's a token-like thing with tiny handwriting written on it.

The white-haired old official glanced at it and threw it out of the door, seeing Niu Chong chasing him out and picking it up in his arms, and quickly escaping, Niu Zhishui's anger gradually subsided.

"This unscrupulous grandson went to the gambling house again, and he just had the bamboo card as a bet. Looking at Gu Huaiyuan, Niu Zhishui explained: "Then the name of the winner of the bet and the number of silver taels are indicated on it, and it seems that tomorrow's Qingyun Bang archery competition is really attracting attention." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng smiled: "Your grandson must have bought it and I lost." ”

Niu Zhishui was ashamed and silent, and Liang Jiufang said: "The battle of the archery competition is too dangerous, so it is not a shame to lose. ”

He had forgotten to say such things by this time, and repeated them again out of gratitude in return.

Gu Huaiyuan glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng with deep meaning, and said, "I have been in the palace for a long time, and I know a little bit. In this archery competition, not only the people of Chang'an are paying attention, but even the harem concubines are betting on fun. ”

Niu Zhishui said: "It seems that it must have been acquiesced by His Majesty." This archery is not comparable to swordsmanship, and the flying feather cannot be controlled, and it cannot be stopped in time, so it is extremely dangerous. Then he looked at the slightly drunk young man sincerely, and continued: "So the old man advises you not to fight for this first place. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng drank all the wine in the cup, looked at the white-haired old official calmly, and said, "I won't lose to him tomorrow." ”

Then he didn't wait for Niu to stop the water before persuading, got up and poured Gu Huaiyuan full of wine, and respectfully asked for advice.

"Mr. Gu, may I ask how far the Seven Rank Martial Arts Realm master can sustain the distance of the feather arrow when he sends out the feather arrow. ”

Gu Huaiyuan pondered for a moment, and a thoughtful expression flashed in his eyes.

This forbidden ** Feng, selected for practicing spells, is cautious, although Zhuo Zangfeng's question can be easily answered, but he still thought for a moment until he was sure that what he said would not mislead people's children.

"The Seven-Rank Martial Arts Realm has officially entered the ranks of cultivators, and the use of Yuan Qi is naturally more proficient. However, since the accumulation of vitality is not strong, and if you concentrate on the feather arrow, the trembling force of the bowstring will dissipate a lot of vitality. In my opinion, the remaining vitality can only run within the range of one arrow. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng nodded and thought about it, compared to the bows and crossbows of ordinary soldiers, the feather arrows that cultivators could send were faster and the distances were longer. Compared with the fact that weapons are one inch long and one inch stronger, there are similarities between the two.

The deeper the vitality, the farther the feather arrows will fly.

However, the feather arrow was emitted by the tension of the bowstring, and at the moment of rapid trembling, the vitality attached to the feather arrow by the cultivator would naturally dissipate a lot.

It's like droplets of water on a bowstring, trembling rapidly, and it will fly like rain.

Zhuo Zangfeng asked, "Then is there a way to slow down the flow of vitality?" ”

Gu Huaiyuan thought for a while and said, "Seven-rank martial arts realm cultivators can concentrate their vitality into the sword body and emit sword qi, but when the sword is connected to the body, the vitality is naturally connected, and it doesn't require a lot of energy, and the sword qi of those sword masters comes into being without any interference." ”

When he said this, Niu Zhishui, who didn't know how to practice, also listened carefully.

Gu Huaiyuan continued: "But the feather arrow flew out, and at that time, the arrow issuer had already attached his vitality to the arrow shaft, and the cultivation intention of the Seven Rank Martial Arts Realm could not be controlled freely, so the arrow that flew out was left to fate. ”

Niu Zhishui interjected: "Are you saying that the arrows that fly out are like water that has been spilled out, and they can never be recovered?"

Gu Huaiyuan was dissatisfied with an old man who didn't know how to cultivate, he interrupted his words, glared at him, and said, "If you can take back the water that was spilled, I will obey you, and I will never mention that you underestimate the cultivator again." ”

Niu Zhishui waited for his words, and said with a smile: "Is this true?"

Gu Huaiyuan nodded and said, "There is no lie." ”

Niu Zhishui immediately refreshed, clapped his hands and walked into the inner room, and after a while, he took out a piece of blue cotton cloth.

Zhuo Zangfeng and Gu Huaiyuan looked at him silently.

Niu Zhishui spread the cotton cloth on the ground, Gu Huaiyuan and Zhuo Zangfeng glanced at each other, and they both thought that this old official was really having fun, but he was just messing around.

Niu Zhishui carefully spread the cotton cloth, took the teapot from the table, and poured the remaining tea on top.

A watermark spreads slowly across the cloth and finally soaks the entire cotton cloth.

Niu Zhishui smiled and picked it up, brought the melon and fruit plate on the table, twisted it on it, and a piece of tea immediately fell on the plate.

Throwing away the wrinkled cotton cloth, Niu Zhishui looked at Gu Huaiyuan proudly, and said, "Now that the water has been collected, what do you think, Old Gu?"

Gu Huaiyuan laughed and said, "Your name is one word missing." ”

Niu Zhishui was puzzled, Gu Huaiyuan quipped: "You call Niu Zhishui, I think it should be called Niu Zhishui." ”

The old official, who had just finished the performance, was unconvinced and said, "Don't you admit that you lost?"

Gu Huaiyuan ignored his question, but said: "When you pour water on the ground, you can't be completely sucked by the cotton cloth, and a lot of water has already flowed to the ground and is left in the crumpled cloth. But seeing how hard you worked, I won't mention that incident in the future. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the remaining water stains on the ground, and thought that if this water was compared to the vitality of a cultivator running on the feather arrow, then pouring water into the cloth was equivalent to pouring the vitality into the feather arrow, and putting away the cotton cloth was like pulling the bowstring, so wring out the water was like the moment when the bowstring trembled, and the water remaining on the cotton cloth that was not wrung out was the vitality lost by the bowstring trembling.

He couldn't calculate how much vitality would be lost if the bowstring trembled, but he suddenly realized a lot in the slightly joking act of Niu Zhishui.

Zhuo Zangfeng asked again: "Then there is no way to stop the loss of vitality?"

Gu Huaiyuan didn't think about it this time, and blurted out: "Seventh-grade martial artists can't do it, sixth-rank martial artists can't either, fourth-rank martial artists may be okay." Then he looked at Zhuo Zangfeng's expression of longing and said, "This is the same principle as running a flying sword, but the feather arrow is lighter, and it flies by the tension of the bowstring, and it is not all controlled by the cultivator's vitality and mind. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng looked into the distance with a calm gaze, and said firmly: "No matter what, I will definitely give it a try." ”

Gu Huaiyuan praised: "I have already seen that you will never admit defeat. ”

Niu Zhishui said helplessly: "Do you want to lend you the old man's protective soft armor?" After asking, he didn't care if he agreed or not, and he didn't call his subordinates, he personally went to the hall to rummage through the cabinets, and took out the protective armor that had not been stained for a long time and handed it to Zhuo Zangfeng.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at Niu Zhishui's temples were white, and his pupils were slightly narrowed due to old age, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth.

He inexplicably thought of the old Taoist, Duan Qianhua, and Meng Taixu.

Facing the old man in front of him who was full of concern for himself, he endured the excitement in his heart, took over this soft armor that could not be refused, and thought in his heart that he must not lose to Zhang Jin's crossbow.

No matter who Chang'an people buy, no matter who the harem beauties are more optimistic about, no matter who anyone's cold eyes and ridicule, my arrows must make you tremble. (To be continued.) )