After settling down in the Wang family, the Mo family parted ways with the Blood Bodhisattva. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After this battle, the thief Xingjun is the biggest winner, one is to escape the pursuit, the other is to take the opportunity to return the Lian family's property, and the most important thing is to let the opponent get into trouble, it can really be described as killing three birds with one stone.

It took a lot of effort for the Lian family to break the phantom array, but when they came out, it was dawn, let alone arresting people. In a fit of rage, Lian March took a few masters in the city to Hangzhou City to seek justice, but he overestimated himself, this move was tantamount to putting out the fire and provoking the flames.

In the height of summer, the heat permeates every corner of Qinghua Town.

The steaming heat distorted the scene in front of him.

Ten miles outside Qinghua Town.

A lush grove dots the banks of the Weishui River, exuding a cool scent.

This forest is mostly willow, and the slender and vigorous branches are covered with green branches and leaves, gently rippling on the Weishui River with the breeze.

Among them, there is a willow, its dense willow leaves are like a scimitar, but it is this green scimitar that makes the three red willow leaf scimitars particularly dazzling.

Sou!

Whoosh!

An arrow whistled past, and before it could stop, two more arrows followed.

The arrow passed, and the red willow leaves fell.

A hundred paces away, a handsome man was dressed in a white short coat, a large area of skin was exposed, and his muscles bulged out like a dragon.

He had a longbow in his hand, and it was clear that he had shot the three arrows.

Yes, so young he has practiced the stunt of piercing Yang in 100 steps, this heroic Zhao Guo is the only one, Qingfeng Zhai knows the village, and Hua Tianying!

"It's amazing, it's amazing, it's amazing, hurry up and teach me!" rushed over like a snowstorm, picked up the three red-dyed willow leaves, and shouted loudly, there is no reserve that a woman should have, maybe it would be more appropriate to call her crazy back to the snow.

On the other hand, Nangong Shu, who was the same age as her, stood quietly beside Hua Tianying, carefully recalling Hua Tianying's movements, and imitated them with gestures in his hands.

Hua Tianying saw it in his eyes, smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and when Feng Huixue ran back with three red willow leaves, Hua Tianying pointed to the two wooden bows not far away: "You two take the bow, start practicing." ”

Feng Huixue quickly ran over, picked up a bow, and came to a bull's-eye that Hua Tianying had set up in advance, and couldn't wait to start practicing.

I saw that she gritted her silver teeth, and used the strength to eat milk, so she barely pulled the bow open by seven points, she aimed at the bull's-eye, and secretly said in her heart, there is nothing rare!

Sou!

Even though it was only a seven-point full bow, the off-string arrow was still fast, and the arrow arced through the air, and then ...... And then I don't know where it fell.

Feng Huixue blew her fingers, her delicate skin was cut a red line by the bowstring, looking at her results, Feng Huixue was disgusted: "What! Obviously aimed! There is something wrong with this arrow!"

Hua Tianying laughed, but didn't correct it, and was crazy with one finger.

"Crazy, you're going to try it too?"

"Hmmm......"

Shu Crazy is a quiet girl, in this era, a quiet lady is liked by men wherever she goes, but this is also what Hua Tianying didn't think like this when she saw Shu Crazy when she was a little beggar in Anqing.

Feng Huixue is not good for her own school, and she is secretly waiting to see the jokes of this little beggar, although she does not hate sparseness, but her competitive personality makes her like to fight.

In his mind, he recalled Hua Tianying's movements, and Hua Tianying was facing the target sideways, which meant that the direction of the shooter's chest was perpendicular to the line between the person and the target. Straddle your feet slightly. The relative position of the two soles of the feet is between the T-shaped and the figure-of-eight. Hold the bow in the middle of the handle.

After standing in his position, he took an arrow, imitating Hua Tianying's gestures, his ring finger stacked his little finger, his middle finger pressed his big finger, and his index finger was straight up. She pushed forward and pulled back, and suddenly felt a huge resistance preventing her from firing her bow.

Shreak gritted his teeth, and only barely opened the bow by eight points. Through observation, he found that the arrow was not going in a straight line but in an arc, so he adjusted the angle and shot an arrow.

The arrow rode the wind and crossed a beautiful arc, but unfortunately it did not land on the target. After all, he was still a child, and he glanced at the results and sighed in a slightly disappointed manner.

Feng Huixue paced happily, patted his crazy health with a smile, and stroked his non-existent beard like those teachers in the city, and said in a thick voice.

"Hmm...... Little beggar, you can shoot the first time you can be almost the same as the old man, and the children can be taught. ”

It's ridiculous to say, she didn't hit the target herself, and she was worse than her, so I really don't know what the situation was.

Hua Tianying secretly admired in her heart, this little girl was quick-minded, and she had already mastered the eight or nine before she explained the basic essentials. Whether it's a standing posture or a bow opening technique. Feng Huixue just pinched the arrow, and Shu Madness imitated his own Han-style bow opening technique, the technique was correct, and the natural pull could be more open.

The Han archery method is very powerful, Du Fu Shiyun: "The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night." Ping Ming looked for the white feather, but he was not in the stone ridge. This is a vivid description of archery by the ancients of the Central Plains borrowing the story of Li Guang, the general of the Western Han Dynasty, and it is written that the Han general Li Guang's arrow is very powerful.

The madness is just a matter of learning, and if the essence of archery is so easy to comprehend, the prestige of the flower sky should be opened and the autumn moon is clear.

Hua Tianying is unparalleled in archery, at this moment he still doesn't know that the Bodhisattva is the Blood Bodhisattva, he patiently taught the second daughter from the very basics, as if he had returned to his childhood and his father taught him. Crazy and back to snow are the self back then, but he has already stood in the position of his father at the beginning, starting from the standing posture and teaching future generations step by step.

In this way, the three of them carried out the course on the bank of the Weishui River with the sound of wind and snow frolicking. After all, he is still a child, and after so long, he has slowly walked out of the shadow of Wen Renyu's death, coupled with the character of the mad rabbit who returns to the snow, it looks so unhappy from afar.

Blue and white town.

White clothes are better than snow, surrounded by purple mist.

The Blood Bodhisattva of the Sai Tianxian would never think of the terrifying female slaughter on the rivers and lakes.

She walked leisurely, slowly walking down this small but lively small street.

The shouting and shouting are endless. There are all kinds of gadgets, and it is really dazzling to look at.

Hua Tian's love for herself should be known to passers-by, but the Bodhisattva is unaware, and in her opinion, everyone is just a way. But Hua Tianying's addition made the Blood Bodhisattva a little uncomfortable, although she has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, but the innocent and pure heart of a girl has never changed. For other people's feelings, she is still as insensitive as an ignorant girl.

At this moment, a rare person is quiet and quiet, the Blood Bodhisattva also showed her unknown daughter's face, she looked at the gadgets on the stall from time to time, in the end, no matter how strong the Blood Bodhisattva is, she is still a woman in her heart.

Behind her, an old man with slightly sloppy eyebrows and gray hair shot two thief lights from his eyes, scanning everyone. His gaze swept over the Blood Bodhisattva, and then turned back again.

The old man licked his lips and smiled slyly.

"Oh yes, girl, your head is covered with dark clouds, and your hall is black. This is a great omen!"