As the saying goes, a gentleman has six skills: etiquette, music, shooting, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy.
Therefore, serious scholars in ancient times were not only good at writing, but also good at martial arts.
Judging from the major celebrities in history, such as Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu, etc., they were all accomplished in both civil and military affairs.
Naturally, Yan's Academy also needs to pay attention to the all-round development of students, both in archery and horse racing. Due to the limitations of current conditions, the latter cannot really bring out chariots for everyone to practice, but archery can fully satisfy the students.
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The bow and arrow targets had already been set up on the martial arts field. Boya raised his hand to Xu Dalang and made a gesture of invitation, then took off his outer robe, put on his collar, skillfully picked out a bow, and nocked an arrow with a standard posture.
He gestured with the familiar feel.
From the looks of it, he seems to have some skills in him.
Ziyu stood behind the Xu Yue sisters and whispered: "Bo Ya is recognized as the number one archer in the academy. How is your brother's archery skills?"
The two sisters turned their heads at the same time and replied in unison: "Enough to beat you up!"
"Ah?" Ziyu frowned in confusion, not understanding the dialect the two sisters were speaking.
However, the two people on the martial arts field had already chosen their bows and arrows and were about to start. Ziyu could only suppress the doubts in her heart for the time being. She looked at the two of them excitedly and asked loudly:
"Are you two ready?"
They both nodded.
Tzuyu stood up and announced the rules of the competition.
What best reflects the strength of an archer is the word "accuracy". At the same distance, the closer the arrow is to the bull's eye, the higher the score.
The two players each have ten arrows in their hands, five arrows at fifty steps, five arrows at eighty steps, and finally they will be ranked based on their total score.
"Only eighty steps?" Xu Yue murmured in confusion, but the student next to her heard it, and looked like a big brother being gentle to the little brother, and asked her if she had any questions she could ask him.
Xu Yue asked in confusion: "Senior brother, don't they always say that a good archer is the one who can pierce the enemy with a hundred steps? Why only eighty steps?"
When the gentle senior brother heard this question, he gave her a helpless look at first, and then explained that to be able to shoot at a hundred steps depends on the strength of the bow. There are not many eighty-step bows in their academy, let alone one that can shoot a hundred steps.
This is a purple level weapon.
Xu Yue nodded, indicating that she had a clearer understanding of the backwardness of this backward era.
Thinking about it this way, the sniper rifle in Aniang's hand is simply a god-level bug.
The competition was about to start. The sunny day suddenly turned cloudy, and a strong wind blew, which made the competition more difficult for the two competitors.
"Dalang, which comes first, you or my brother?" Boya asked.
But just after he asked the question, he answered to himself: "It's windy now, so I should go first. You are younger and I am older. This is more fair."
"No need!" Xu Dalang refused in a deep voice, saying that he didn't need to give in, "I'll go first!"
This small amount of wind is not enough to affect his performance.
Bo Ya smiled gently and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, indicating that he could start.
The young man is very confident. After all, archers are not only judged by talent, but also by arm strength. He is a few years older than Xu Dalang, so he is naturally stronger than him, so he will be more stable.
However, Xu Dalang's first arrow made the gentle and confident smile on Boya's face twitch hard.
"Xu Dalang, the first arrow hits the red heart, and you get ten points!"
The student responsible for checking the target shouted excitedly.
Suddenly, there was an uproar on the field. Everyone looked at the young man holding a bow and arrow in surprise. They did not expect that he was so powerful.
Ziyu looked at Boya's serious face and jokingly urged, "Boya, it's your turn."
Ever since, Xu Yue and Xu Erniang sat on the grass, watching helplessly how Boya gradually lost his mentality and completely collapsed under his brother's successive critical attacks!
Valley
When he shot the seventh arrow, he saw that the arrow in his hand had separated from the grass target and plunged straight into the mud. Boya roared "Ah" and dropped the bow and arrow in his hand.
On the target in front of Xu Dalang, there is always an arrow that hits the bullseye, as well as other arrows that fell under the target because they were shot in half by sharp arrows later.
Boya looked at the arrows that flew out due to his mental collapse, and then looked at the broken arrows under Xu Dalang's target, and finally couldn't help but break down and question:
"Xu Dalang! You, you, you, what kind of monster are you!"
However, the young man just asked Ziyu calmly: "There are still three arrows left, but Senior Brother Boya has already given up the bow, so do I win?"
Ziyu closed her mouth that was slightly open due to too much surprise, swallowed, and nodded.
Xu Dalang immediately smiled at Xu Yuena and said like a child begging for praise: "I won!"
Although Xu Yue had expected this ending, she still gave her brother a thumbs-up without hesitation, "Brother is the best!"
Ziyu and others also sincerely praised: "Da Lang, you are so awesome!"
"Dalang, please teach us too!"
Even Boya, who lost, was convinced and clasped his fists at Xu Dalang, expressing that he was very convinced of the loss.
In the corner of the lonely martial arts arena, sitting on the pedestal, the young master wearing a power fence slowly lifted the gauze in front of his eyes and looked at the students gathered to show off Xu Dalang. A hint of envy could not help but appear on his handsome face.
He opened his shining eyes and looked at them quietly, as if he thought of something, he was slightly startled, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
Mr. Zhao put down the gauze curtain, lightly opened his pale thin lips and said, "Go back."
"yes."
The four followers agreed in unison, raised their arms and walked slowly out of the courtyard along the road next to the martial arts arena.
"Master Zhao!"
A bold shout came from behind, and he stopped walking. Mr. Zhao turned his head and looked in confusion, and the pale fingers hanging on his knees suddenly tightened.
Xu Yue and Xu Dalang followed Xu Erniang to the front of Zhao Gongzi Buchu. The brother and sister looked at each other, not knowing what Xu Erniang was going to do.
But he didn't stop her, he just stood behind her and waited for her.
Unexpectedly, Xu Erniang came to Bu Chu and said to the handsome young man in front of her:
"My name is Xu Lin, I like you!"
What?
What is my sister saying? Say it to me again!
"I'm just here to tell you that I like you."
Xu Erniang spoke boldly, her face looked calm and calm, her eyes were as bright as stars, and she looked at the person in front of her with burning eyes.
If it weren't for the red tips of her ears, you wouldn't be able to tell her shyness.
Mr. Zhao, who was walking up the stairs, was obviously frightened.
Being intercepted by someone you don't know at all and confessing your love in the street, Mr. Zhao, who strictly abides by etiquette, may not be able to accept it very well, so that apart from seeing his suddenly clenched hands, you never saw any other reaction from him.
However, Ziyu and Boya, who were attracted by the movement here, were immediately stunned on the spot, dumbfounded.
Xu Yue was dumbfounded, ah ah ah, she didn’t believe this was true!
So, the first time Xiu Mu returned home, Xu Yue ran to her mother, pointed at Xu Erniang who was chasing behind her and wanted to cover her mouth, and reported:
