What about three years? What about 30 years? 10 years, 10 years, 10 years, year after year. The years in the mountains, only in the morning and evening, looking at the sky speechless, sleeping in the wind. The eyes are blazing, I don't see my body, my heart is empty, what is the words? Bosom friends are hard to find, a hundred grasses are companions, the Tao is not lonely, and Gu Ying is self-pitying.

Three years, ten years, thirty years, the past follows the wind, passing by the clouds.

Strange man! Daoist Fang stood stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little pity for him. It's no wonder that he lives here alone, and no one talks to him every day, of course, he can't say a few words in three years! You see, this is all idle and crazy, and he has made a room of messy things and coaxed himself to play, pitiful, pitiful! A kind person came, kindly accompanied him, helped him change the problem of not liking to talk, and gave him a little kindness, and kindness, how did you say that?

Give him a little care, give him a little warmth.

Daoist Fang was overflowing with love for a while, and for a while he thought of his own bleak and miserable life experience, his nose was sore, and he actually shed two tears, which was repaid! Not angry, embarrassed! Boss Fang took a sip violently, angrily wiped away the tears on his face, and punched out two punches! Suddenly he was like a golden rooster reading power, and suddenly turned into a black tiger to dig out his heart, and then a monkey stole peaches, and finally turned into an unknown move, kicking and beating randomly!

Under the moonlight, Xiao Dao's eyes were wide and panting, and sometimes he gritted his teeth and punched his feet low against his shadow, and the situation seemed a little weird. This is Fang Hunter, he is still energetic for a whole day, which makes people admire, this is Fang Boss, he is still practicing hard alone in the dead of night, which is full of emotion. The industry is good at diligence and ridiculous in frolic, the line is successful in thinking and ruined in casual, Fang Taoist thinks about it, and finally opens up, which is really gratifying!

Wrong! All wrong! All wrong! Wrong on wrong!

That's one, the oath!

Fang Yin hated himself, hated himself for being unproductive, hated himself for not being angry, hated and hated in his heart and made that oath again:

Fang Yin, from now on, don't cry again! drop another tear, and punish yourself for practicing boxing for an hour!

It's a long story. It is said that the Taoist priest Fang went back at night and was beaten inexplicably, crying bitterly, pointing to the sky and the earth and making a poisonous oath in his heart. It's a long story, a poisonous oath? There is nothing wrong with it, it's a long story, a poisonous oath. Of course, I cried a few times later, and changed it a few times, so that now the short story is long, and the oath is not so poisonous, it was originally like this - Fang Yin, from now on, he is not allowed to cry again! Shed another tear, punish himself for not eating for two days, not sleeping for three nights, write 800 articles, and practice boxing all day!

Well, the hour has come, go to sleep, sleep, sleep!

I won't mention the past.

Whew, whew, whew-

What about three years? What about two? One is ten years, one is ten years, year after year, year after year. The years in the mountains, seize the day, sleep with clothes and firewood, sleepers. The snort is heavy, the people dream back, the heart is frank, why not speak? Confidants are hard to find, all things are accompanied, the Tao is lonely, but how young people?

Ten years, one year, one day, live in the past with the wind, but the clouds and smoke are over.

The white is dazzling, and the blue sky is seen again.

Behind the house, by the forest, in front of the big tree.

A circle on the tree, a teenager under the tree.

The young man laughed, with a look of disdain: "It's not easy, I'll just say go out hunting, you are doing this trick! Hmph, you wait, look at me!"

An arrow was stuck diagonally on the ground, three feet from the tree.

The young man was stunned, then walked forward seven or eight steps, nodded and said, "It was too far away just now, look at this time!"

An arrow flew over the treetops and sank into the grass in the forest.

The young man frowned, and couldn't believe his eyes for a moment: "No, no! I obviously took aim, how can this be?"

Middle!

An arrow flew straight forward, through time, through years, through dreams in dreams, breaking through the sky, facing -

The man copied it lightly, smiled and said, "Good archery." Daoist Fang was dumbfounded, looked at the man standing under the tree, and then looked at the bow in his hand, and was very embarrassed for a while! The dream was shattered! The big hero, Zhao Zilong, where did all the arrows go? The white circle drawn by the chalk pen was impartial in front of him, so close, and so far! Boss Fang refused to admit defeat, ran over to retrieve a few feather arrows, turned back and shouted: "Get away! Get out of the way! You stay away, how much trouble is it to poke there? No wonder I can't shoot!"

Shoot again. No. Shoot again. No. Shoot again. Still missed. The arrows deviated from the target, more or less, and the anger in his heart was blazing, no more, no less. Tossing back and forth for a long time, getting closer and closer to the tree, but none of the arrows shot hit! Daoist Fang's eyes were spewing fire, his face was like sinking water, and he couldn't wait to step forward and insert the arrow directly into the circle, and secretly looked at the person and felt that it was not beautiful: "You come!" Now I am embarrassed, don't just look at the joke, come on, come on, you come and try! Su Dao Chang smiled and took the longbow and gently plucked the bowstring: "This bow is light and soft, it can only shoot fifty paces, you see-" said and stepped back far away, and shot an arrow lightly. The string rises like a full moon, the arrow breaks through the sky like a meteor, and suddenly whistling across it, grabbing!

A sound hit the center of the circle, and the arrow shaft and arrow feathers trembled dangerously: "Oops!" Daoist Fang was shocked and envious, ran to the tree and stretched his neck to take a look, and there was a sound in his mouth. After a while, he sighed and said with admiration: "Boss, your hands are really spirited, can you teach me?" As he spoke, he handed over the longbow: "Ten thousand laws are kept in one mind, practice with heart, and there is no shortcut to take." ”

On the three poles, gusts of mountain wind blew through the treetops, and there was a sound.

Daoist Fang practiced archery with his heart, and his expression was serious and serious.

Bending the bow, setting up an arrow, shooting, missing, missing, missing, it's easy to look at, but it's hard to do.

Occasionally, one of them hit the tree, but not a single arrow landed in the circle.

Boss Fang became more and more annoyed, picking up arrows back and forth and shooting fiercely, the expression on his face had changed from anger to hideous!

Shoot and shoot, shoot you rotten wood! Kill, kill, kill your dead head! Boss Fang was not discouraged, arrow after arrow, trip after trip, and vowed not to achieve his goal! This hand must be practiced well, so that he can be majestic and vigorous! In other words, Zhao Zilong rushed into Cao Ying with a spear and a prancing horse, and there were dense ant-like enemies on all sides, good guy! There are so many heads and melon seeds waiting to be cut, which one to attack first? He was frowning and annoyed, and suddenly he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he shouted and rushed towards him on horseback and dancing with a big sword.

General Zhao laughed, took out his bow in a hurry, mounted the arrow, and shot it without looking! I only heard a miserable scream, and someone fell off his horse in response, and then I saw that the enemy had an arrow stuck in his head and was lying on the ground, trembling all over, and seeing that he was no longer alive! A small soldier general was so frightened that his face was pale, and he retreated eight feet away in unison, and no one dared to take another step! Zhao Zilong smiled faintly, and without saying a word, he slapped his horse and shot and killed him, and there were seven in and seven out, and the blood flowed like a river! This chapter is called Zhao Zilong's Divine Arrow Invincible, I want to know-

"Bang" The longbow fell to the ground, waking up the big dream of Spring and Autumn in the snap of his fingers. Daoist Fang looked around blankly, there was no one around, sighed again, bent down and slowly picked up the bow and arrow, and felt very uncomfortable for a while. In vain every day, the hero's ability is too sparse, and he has blown the cowhide for a long time, and he has not made any moves, so who is to blame for this? Let's just say that this archery can't even shoot a big tree, how can he shoot hares, pheasants, lions and tigers? Not to mention going into battle to kill the enemy! No, no! Zhao Zilong, cheer up, one word--

Train!

Shoot, miss, shoot, miss, shoot, miss, miss! Medium, not successful. Finally an arrow flew over lightly and shot in the circle with a thud! Daoist Fang was overjoyed, but unexpectedly, when the arrow hit it, he was already exhausted, and the arrow did not nail into the trunk of the tree as expected, and fell down again with a click: "This, this, hey! I just shot it, everyone saw it?" No one answered, only the small insects in the grass chirping and screaming without knowing whether they were alive or dead! Isn't this a joke? Boss Fang was furious for a moment, stepped forward angrily, grabbed the arrow and went to the circle!

Yes, this is evidence, wait a while and the man will come and show off!

Unexpectedly, the bark of the tree was really hard, and Daoist Fang stood on tiptoe for a long time, and the arrow refused to stay obediently on the tree, falling down the tree again and again: "Huh, what's the matter? Just now, he was able to shoot into it so far away, why couldn't he pierce it with an arrow when he was close?"

When he turned around, he fell asleep again.

A white horse, a general on horseback, click, click, click, came over.

The White Horse General seemed to have stepped through thousands of mountains and rivers, and came to the depths of his dream. The sound of hooves, stepping on the bizarre world, walking into stunned eyes, walking into unfinished love, raising throbbing hearts, raising faint dust. There are also thin crow's feet at the corners of the eyes: "Boy, this is for you." "I seem to have heard this, oh, it's that wooden bird! Daoist Fang came back to his senses, jumped and screamed for a while, ecstatic! Haha, this is a big profit, do you see? This old way, no, the boss baby is a lot, follow him must be right!

The wooden man and Trojan horse had already stopped, standing there quietly, and let others judge him. If you look closely at the exquisite carving of the wooden horse, the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are like that, the mane on the neck is full of mane, the limbs are slender and the joints are flexible, and there are reins and saddles, and the wood color is white and bright, which is gratifying! It is just that it is tailless, and the bare buttocks look a little strange; the wooden man is riding on a horse, wearing a red robe and armor, holding the reins in both hands, with a serious expression, his nose is a nose and his eyes are eyes, and he is a general who is reviewing thousands of troops and horses! Unfortunately, he has no clothes, and his naked body is exposed when the wind blows, and he is slightly immoral.

Daoist Fang's mouth was crooked, and he was designated as his first treasure on the spot. For a while, he was full of praise, and he couldn't help but praise the boss under joy, and he couldn't help but praise and praise the boss, and he praised him so much that he didn't have it in the sky, and he had one on the ground, and his ability to cover Liu Guanzhang was better than Zhuge Liang!

The chief of the dormitory turned his head, and the wooden horse ran out with the wooden man at the end of the voice, and the speed was far greater than before. The Trojan horse is not big, and the people are also small, and it looks very interesting, just like a monkey running in front of a big dog! Daoist Fang clapped his hands and giggled, and he was very happy. Su Dao Chang smiled and took the bow and arrow, pulled the string and waited for a moment, and shot an arrow from the ground! The bowstring hummed slightly, and the feather arrow flew out of the sky like a meteor catching the moon.

A man and a horse will run to about fifty paces, and the arrow will chase after him, and he will hit the back of the wooden man with a bang!

In the blink of an eye, the general fell off his horse and fell into a commotion, and the horse ran more than a dozen steps on its own, stupidly standing still: "Ha! haha!" Boss Fang stretched out his hand and laughed wildly, laughing so much that he leaned back and back, and tears came out of his eyes: "Wonderful! Wonderful!Haha, I want to play too!" Su Dao Chang smiled and handed over the longbow and walked towards the grass hut: "I have something to do, you play by yourself." "What's more, what's more important than playing? fool!

Playing and playing, Daoist Fang also came out of the door. The Trojan horse has two mechanisms around its neck, the left is to walk, the right is to run, and both sides twist it and jump -- and there are jumpers? Haha, jump, jump! The Trojan horse jumped forward and leaped forward, and the wooden man on his back made a rattling sound, which made people laugh and burst with joy!

Wooden birds, wooden birds, wooden birds fly in the sky, Trojan horses and wooden horses run on the ground, wooden people, sit down, fall carelessly! Taoist priest Fang touched the scene, and made a poem again without paying attention! Hey, there is no way, don't blame me for this, geniuses are like this, and you don't need others to teach you to learn things. You see, this can not only shoot arrows, but also compose poems, both civil and military are all certain, what are you waiting for? Go! Big hero, kill and kill! Zhao Zilong, rush and rush!

The breeze is gentle, and the spring flowers are blooming.

The boy bent his bow and arrows, shooting up at the sky, down at the ground, and in the middle of shooting people and horses, and shooting birds. Running around and busy, forgetting worries and sorrows, laughter and laughter are like flowing water, intermittent and endless. Joy, incomparable joy, forgetting everything, laughter, laughing out loud, for this incomparable happiness will eventually pass away with the bird, the horse, the man, with the rush of time. Only the little robe that hunted in the wind, like a bright red flag, locked the joy of the moment, and remained in the depths of my mind.

Suddenly the day is moving with the wind, still as bright as new!;