The weather is clear and clear, the wind is smooth, there was just a rain yesterday, and the weather is rarely cool, not as hot as when Shu Ange first arrived in Xianyang.

She flicked the sword in her hand with her fingers, and the sound of the "Zheng Zheng" sword was very pleasant.

Shu Ange has always liked to bully children, and if she gives Yingzheng another year or two, it will be difficult for her to win when she fights him.

Now, after Shu Ange played the sword, his footsteps fluttered and moved, and the sword in his hand turned into cold light, and he rushed straight towards Yingzheng.

She thought that the gap in strength between the two was huge, and she could take the opportunity to tease Yingzheng, but who knew that he was not as weak as she imagined.

Pity.

Shu Ange showed a regretful look, after the swords in the hands of the two collided, sparks flew everywhere, and Ying Zheng's eyes looked at her coldly.

She said in her heart, why are you so serious, but the movements in her hands did not stop, and with a slight turn of her toes, at an incredible angle, another sword flew towards Yingzheng.

This competition far exceeded Yingzheng's expectations, perhaps because he had been in Handan for too long, and he was a little insecure.

In the process of learning martial arts, Ying Zheng intentionally or unintentionally hid his true strength so as not to be seen through.

Very few people go all out when they fight him, so after practicing martial arts for so long, Ying Zheng feels struggling for the first time.

This young man's swordsmanship is really excellent, and his tricks and styles are flowing and endless, making people unavoidable.

They are all young people, who are not a little angry.

Ying Zheng was depressed these days, and finally ran into an opponent, and when he saw that he was about to lose, he also took out his real skills.

The sword aura was like a rainbow, and the cold light was flashing, Shu Ange noticed that Yingzheng was suddenly a little stronger, and he felt more and more interesting.

The two of you went back and forth, and after fighting for a while, Shu Ange figured out the number of Yingzheng's path, and then pressed step by step, holding the sword in his hand with one hand, and pressing the back of his shoulder with the other, and said with a smile: "King, offended." ”

This posture is very ambiguous, Shu Ange is about the same height as the thirteen-year-old Yingzheng, she holds the hilt of his sword, it is inevitable to touch his hand, her complexion is white and delicate like mutton fat jade, and his wrist is wheat-colored.

Ying Zheng and Shu Ange's bodies are almost together, there is an indescribable dark fragrance on her body, and her skin is not as rough as a man.

Is "he" really a man?

"You won."

Ying Zheng put away the doubts in her heart, and said three words lightly, Shu Ange let go of Ying Zheng's sword, raised her hand, and the sword in her hand fell steadily into the sheath.

Her hand was very beautiful, and the guards fell into the scabbard with their eyes, and they admired her sincerely.

After winning the competition, Shu Ange was not proud of this, she replied humbly: "It's just a fluke, a certain person has learned martial arts since childhood, and was taught by the master, so he has today's attainments." If the king doesn't think Minglan swordsmanship is ugly, the villain is willing to learn from the king from time to time. ”

Her smiling eyes are like a crooked crescent moon, like a warm spring breeze blowing through everyone's hearts.

Such a clear and handsome young man, few people will hate.

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on Shu Ange, and a question lingered in his heart, is "he" a man or a woman?

He didn't mean to despise women, but if Minglan was a woman, what was the matter with coming to him so heavily.

Ying Zheng even suspected that Minglan was a spy sent by another country, but he felt that Xiangbang Lu Buwei was cautious and would not do such a reckless thing.

Whether Minglan is a man or a woman, for some reason, Yingzheng, who has always lacked curiosity, inexplicably wants to find out.

"I heard Xiangbang say that your archery skills are good."

A teenage boy who has not yet changed his voice, no matter how deep he pretends to be, his voice will always sound a little childish.

Ying Zheng deliberately suppressed his throat, although he was a little less childish, but his behavior was naturally childish.

Shu Ange smiled again, and his eyes fell on the heavy bow on the weapon rack: "A little bit of understanding." ”

After "he" won him, his calm and relaxed appearance always reminded Ying Zheng that the thrush raised in the palace was full of spirit.

Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng didn't feel disgusted, but wanted to know more about whether "he" was a man or a woman.

"That being the case, you come and teach me archery."

Ying Zheng's words surprised everyone present, and the guards looked at each other, wondering why the king asked a strange young man to teach him archery on a whim.

You must know that the king's archery skills were taught by the world's famous archer He Sangzi before.

Although this young man's swordsmanship is beautiful, her archery skills can really compare to the voice of a hundred steps piercing Yang Jian's hair?

"Oh, Minglan takes the order."

Shu Ange didn't know why Ying Zheng suddenly asked her to teach him archery, logically speaking, shouldn't he ask her for swordsmanship, after all, when Lu Buwei recommended her, he emphasized that her swordsmanship was good.

Ying Zheng casually took off the heavy bow made of Zhemu, and someone next to him immediately sent two Hetian white jade jades.

The manufacture of bows in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period required six materials, such as dry, horn, tendon, glue, silk and lacquer, and the best material for making bows was made with Zhemu, and a good bow took five or six or even ten years to make.

Ying Zheng handed the jade chisel and the Zhemu bow to Shu Ange, and after she took it, she put the jade chisel on her right hand.

This jade is the wrench of later generations, which is used to reduce wear and tear and protect fingers when shooting, Shu Ange tried to pull the bowstring.

When the heavy bow was drawn, the force required was extremely great, and Shu Ange lightly pulled the bowstring into a full moon shape, and the eyes of the onlookers were about to pop out.

"Good bow!"

After Shu Ange praised it, he took the arrow handed by the servant.

The mechanical properties of the arrowhead are also an important factor affecting the power of the bow and crossbow, and the Qin arrowhead is much stronger than the arrowhead of the other six countries.

Shu Ange glanced at it, the arrowhead is extremely sharp, but the metal used to make the arrow is still a lot of room for improvement.

"Shoot what?"

She put the arrow on the string, hooked her fingers slightly, turned her face sideways and asked Yingzheng with a smile.

The target is extremely far away from here, almost at the edge of the range, but as long as Ying Zheng speaks, Shu Ange will have no problem shooting the bull's-eye.

At this moment, a blackbird flew by in the sky, and Yingzheng said casually: "Just shoot the bird." ”

Shooting a living thing, and it is a living thing in flight, it is much more difficult for you to shoot an arrow target, Shu Ange didn't dare to hold it up, she was angry and dantian looked after the flight traces of the birds in the sky, her fingers were slightly loosened, and the arrow turned into a streamer and flew out.

An arrow as fast as lightning caused everyone to raise their necks and look at the sky.

When the bird really fell, everyone was shocked, and their eyes looking at Shu Ange were full of respect.

How innocent the bird was, when the bird was about to fall, Shu Ange jumped to catch it in his palm, pulled out the feather arrows on its wings, and reached out to caress its wounds.

She used her spiritual power to heal the wound on the bird's body, and gently threw it up, and it flew into the sky again.

(Meow, our Ange is amazing)