Master Xiao paused for a moment, looking at the dozen or so stones that had crossed the finish line, with doubts on his face at this moment.
But the scholars in the field immediately cheered, and Kong Zong stood up directly.
Song Mu and a dozen other people also had happy expressions on their faces.
The most surprising ones were those scholars who had no idea what was going on. They just felt that one moment their writing power was not able to push the stone forward even one meter, but the next moment their writing power seemed to be like a divine help.
, the stone that was activated actually flew out directly.
Among them, Xue Kaiwen was particularly puzzled. He glanced at Song Mu and others at this moment, and saw that there was no movement on the rocks of Song Mu and others. He thought for a moment, and then smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this situation, Song Mu was happy to see the somewhat surprised look on Master Xiao's face.
This is Song Mu's method. Since Master Xiao likes to use force to pull people's rocks, with so many people, he must be distracted. At this time, if he exerts force in a certain place, he will be easily distracted.
However, the result of all this was that the stones of all those who exerted their strength were stopped, but the stones of those who were minding their own business passed easily.
But this was enough to make everyone feel that they could win the battle in front of the Master.
Everyone was excited for a moment, and then gradually became quiet. At this moment, they all looked at Master Xiao. Master Xiao was stroking his beard, while his eyes were scanning Song Mu and others.
In the past two years of teaching, this is the first time that Master Xiao has encountered such a situation. Logically speaking, his literary skills cannot be so easily noticed by these people. Why did these people suddenly become so united?
Do these people really understand the Analects they just said?
"Master, we did it, what should we do now?"
At this time, someone couldn't sit still anymore and asked full of hope.
Master Xiao came back to his senses, exhaled a breath, blinked his eyes, his expression suddenly froze, and then he spoke.
"Those who passed the stones will continue to run in circles and push the stones today!"
Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and those who had pushed the stone over immediately stood up and protested. They responded with an extremely fierce air wave attack.
At this moment, Master Xiao felt a strong wind blowing from his body. Although the force of writing was released after a breath and then retracted, it immediately grabbed everyone's throat.
"Do you think you were able to push the stone over on your own?"
Everyone paused one after another, lowering their heads and thinking at this moment, but Master Xiao had already pointed at everyone in Song Mu and said.
"They passed the test, you guys, try again!"
Those people were despondently picking up the sandbags on the ground at this moment, and Xue Kaiwen's expression was even more puzzled, with a bit of puzzlement and sullenness on his face, but he was still dressed neatly, but when he was about to run, his eyes looked slightly
Look at Song Mu's side.
"Fortunately, I almost thought we were just doing a favor."
Kong Zong stood beside him and whispered. Song Mu had no expression on his face, but lowered his eyes and continued to restore the literary power in his body.
Although he and others have now passed the first level, it is obvious that Master Xiao has not let go of everyone's thoughts.
Sure enough, when the scholars had started running, Master Xiao had already ordered his assistant, a Confucian scholar, to go get something. In just a moment, Song Mu saw the Confucian scholar Zheng and Xie Jiaguo walking over carrying a large wooden box.
The box was put down in front of everyone, and Master Xiao had already asked everyone to gather around it.
But at this time, Xie Jiaguo walked up to Song Mu and said softly.
"Senior Brother Song, Mr. Fengming said he wants to see you tonight."
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, but nodded without changing his expression, and Xie Jiaguo also ran away immediately.
When everyone came forward, Master Xiao had already opened the wooden box, and inside the wooden box were actually longbows.
Such a powerful weapon appeared in front of everyone at this moment.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise, but Master Xiao was accustomed to it, and then motioned for everyone to come forward and get a bow. Song Mu also got a long bow.
Although this longbow is similar to the Tang bows that Song Mu had seen in various museums, it has already borrowed the shape of the recurve bow. The bow string on it is made of beef tendon, and it seems to be well maintained, and it is slippery to the touch.
of.
"The Six Arts of a Gentleman, shooting is also a skill you must learn."
"The shooting is divided into five shots, 'White Arrow', 'Shen Lian', 'Yan Zhu', 'Xiang Chi', 'Jing Yi'. Today I will practice the White Arrow first. The so-called White Arrow means that the arrow pierces the swan. On weekdays, the arrow can be seen.
, then you can see the holes.”
Master Xiao's voice rang in everyone's ears at this time, and he had already walked in front of everyone holding a bow and arrow.
"Your task is to draw the bow a hundred times a day in the following days. You will not be allowed to leave the martial arts field until you complete it."
"This shouldn't be a difficult problem for you, but..." Master Xiao said this, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and everyone felt that something was wrong.
"I only have one request. These bows and arrows are not allowed to go empty. Every arrow must be shot for me."
Everyone who heard this was stunned for a moment. Song Mu also couldn't believe his ears, and then he repeatedly looked down at the only longbow in his hand.
"Master, then... where is the arrow?"
A person asked carefully at that moment, but Master Han showed a successful smile on his face, showing a pair of snow-white teeth, and immediately took a look at his body.
"This is your arrow."
Master Han took a stack of white paper and patted it in his hand, but everyone's expressions changed in shock.
"Paper, this..."
Everyone's expressions at this moment were a bit astonished. Although some of the people from well-off families had held bows and swords since they were children, it was almost the first time for most of them to touch such a weapon.
But Master Xiao spoke matter-of-factly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes, this is your arrow. As for what poem you want to write, just think of it yourself."
"Also, if you let it go once, you will practice ten more times today. Otherwise, just sleep in this martial arts dojo holding your longbow."
Master Xiao's words made everyone tremble for no reason, but at this moment they were all looking at each other, with a little ugly expression on their faces.
Everyone had naturally learned roughly how to use and release literary power in the martial arts classes these days, but they did not expect that in just seven days, they would have to use their literary power to drive writing paper, and it was a hundred pieces of writing paper.
I also need to draw my bow and turn it into an arrow...
This has to make people wonder whether he just went too far, and now Master Xiao is venting his personal anger on everyone.
"Why are you still dazed? Since the Wen Dynasty, scholars have first fought with long bows and arrows, then learned long spears, swords and sticks, and finally learned long swords and short blades."
Master Xiao said angrily, with a sulky expression on his face, and Song Mu was also silent.
This is indeed an unwritten rule of the Wen Dynasty. After all, scholars are the outstanding fighting force of the human race. Learning bow and arrow first is to stay away from the battlefield and be careful not to lose one's life due to carelessness and waste talents.
However, Song Mu still stood up and replied softly.
"Master, can you show us how to use this longbow?"
Hearing Song Mu's words, everyone nodded. Master Xiao also breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a bow and walked in front of the crowd.
The next moment I saw him take out a piece of writing paper from his hand, and a thin brush appeared somewhere. The brush was writing on the writing paper. Then I saw Mr. Xiao holding a bow in his left hand and holding a hook on the writing paper in his right hand.
Move the bowstring.
"When you draw your bow, you should draw it with strength; when you use arrows, you should use strength;
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first."
As Master Xiao spoke calmly, Song Mu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. What Master Xiao used was Du Fu's "Nine Poems from the Fortress - Six", which is an extremely classic among the war poems that everyone has learned.
Poetry for Archers.
Because this poem is clearest when the rhyme is hearty, like a ballad or a proverb, and it describes the sequence of steps in combat. It can be said that in the army, once the military formation is deployed, the archers will immediately start chanting this poem.
Poetry.
As the poem came out, the writing paper gradually disappeared, and then turned into an arrow of light, clinging to Master Xiao's long bow.
After the words fell, Master Xiao opened his fingers, the bow and arrow let out a scream, and the light arrow suddenly shot out.
The archery target one hundred meters away suddenly exploded, causing bursts of explosion sounds, debris flying, and waves of dust billowing, attracting the attention of countless people in the field.
"Xiao Xiong! Who asked you to draw the bow with all your strength here!"
At this time, a shout came, as if it was another master, but Xiao Xiong was not afraid at all, and immediately glared at him.
"Don't worry about me, I'm not hurting anyone!"
The instructor's face was sullen, but he could only angrily tell the students he was taking to stay away.
But Song Mu and others couldn't help but smack their lips twice at this moment, and they were also greatly shocked at this moment. Master Xiao was afraid that this was not only a demonstration, but also a warning to everyone.
"That's it. There's so much nonsense, let's do something now!"
Mr. Xiao shouted like this, and everyone immediately started to move. Each one of them took the writing paper, and then started to communicate with each other about what bow and arrow poems to write.
It didn't take long for someone to start burning papers and pulling bow strings.
But before the light arrow took shape, the man suddenly loosened his bowstring.
"When the bow is empty, it will be added ten times! If the bow is broken, you will have to pay for it!"
Master Xiao's voice came, and the man's face was full of bitterness, but he also said helplessly.
"Isn't this bowstring too difficult to pull?"
After hearing this, Song Mu also looked at the long bow in his hand, and was silent at this moment.
On the other side, the scholars who had finished running the circle were still pushing stones, but here, Song Mu and others were equally gloomy and began to write poems and draw bows.