There were about thirty students in this group, and none of them were familiar with Feng Zhou. They only knew his name.
He is not as naughty and mischievous as Fang San, and is quite famous in the academy.
Everyone only knew that he was a relative of Fang San. He moved from another place and his parents were both dead. He was very familiar with the scriptures and meanings in the book, but they had never seen him playing around, let alone doing activities such as shooting and fighting.
"Why is Mi Weiyi competing in archery with a newcomer?"
"Mi Weiyi is a good archer. Could it be that he wants to bully this newcomer?"
"I heard that Feng Zhou is an orphan and a relative of Fang San. What kind of archery and archery skills do you know? I'm afraid I've never seen him before, right?"
"I heard that he is from the capital."
"He's from the capital? How can he, a small person, have access to an archery venue?"
Many people are baffled.
After all, the scholars who could study in the county academies all had some property at home, either doing business or having plenty of fertile land.
In order to suppress the subordinates or tenants, the backbone of the family must have some martial arts skills, and many of them are skilled in archery.
What's more, this place is close to Bazhou, where the imperial court implemented the horse policy, so people here can more or less buy horses, and even gallop them, and play bow and arrow tricks.
But among the young men in the capital, unless they come from a martial arts family, no one is willing to ride a horse and shoot arrows, because that will cause them to lose their identity.
Therefore, in the minds of these rural youths, the scholars from Dingxing County must be better in archery than the scholars from the capital.
Only those who knew the inside story and had seen the scene at noon laughed happily. Compared to Feng Zhou, who had only been here for half a month, they naturally supported Mi Weiyi more.
Master Chen frowned and said:
"Are you sure you want to compete with Feng Zhou in archery?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Feng Zhou and said:
"Feng Zhou, if you know archery, you can naturally participate. If you have never been exposed to it, you can refuse. After all, the dispute between gentlemen should be laughed off, even if you don't shoot."
Mi Weiyi looked at Feng Zhou eagerly and said provocatively:
"Feng, aren't you very cool at noon? You don't even dare to participate in the shooting ceremony? If you are a scholar from Yuelai Academy and don't dare to shoot, is it because you want to avoid eating grains, and you don't know how to carry it on your shoulders or carry it with your hand?
Are you a weak scholar? Even if you are admitted to the Jinshi, I'm afraid you won't be an official for a few days, right? Hahaha..."
When Zhao Detian saw this, he frowned slightly. Just as he was about to stop him, someone beside him grabbed him.
"I have never participated in a shooting ceremony." Feng Zhou shook his head.
"It's okay, as long as you can hit half as many shots as me, I lose." Mi Weiyi was full of confidence.
"Oh?" Feng Zhou looked at him with a half-smile. "So, you must fight me?"
"What, are you scared?"
Mi Weiyi poked his chest with his finger and spoke word by word.
"If you're afraid, don't talk big and just stay quiet! It's not someone like you who can make trouble in Yuelai Academy."
Feng Zhou snorted coldly and said: "Confucius said: "A gentleman has nothing to fight for, so he will shoot! He bows and gives way to rise and drink. It is a gentleman to fight. There is no competition yet, and you are so arrogant. What kind of gentleman do you think you are?"
"Oh... Hahaha, Master, do you know a lot about the meaning of small words? I have heard your tough words and cowardly words too many times. Do you dare to come over and compete with me? If you don't dare, just do as I say. From now on
Just shrinking down." Mi Weiyi laughed loudly.
Feng Zhou looked calm and seemed not to care at all about Mi Weiyi's sarcasm: "What I'm afraid of is that you won't be able to find a crack in the ground to get in if you lose."
"Will I lose to you?" Mi Weiyi simply suspected that he heard wrongly.
He turned around and said loudly to the people around him: "This guy said that my archery skills are no better than his. Do you think it's funny?"
As soon as Mi Weiyi said these words, everyone was in an uproar.
"He is too crazy to say that Mi Weiyi is not his opponent."
"Mi Weiyi has been riding horses and shooting arrows since he was a child. Except Mr. Zhao, who can say that he can definitely beat him?"
"I'm from the capital, maybe I can hide it well enough? Haha!"
Seeing that there was a good show, people around came over to watch.
Many people had some sympathy for Feng Zhou before.
After all, Feng Zhou is an orphan and a country boy like Fang San. Although he used to live in the capital, that is already in the past.
In addition, Mi Weiyi came from a wealthy family. He was rich since he was a child. He knew how to ride a horse and shoot an arrow. He was a well-known dandy.
With this natural contrast between strengths and weaknesses, everyone naturally sympathized with Feng Zhou.
As a result, as soon as Feng Zhou said this, many people felt that he was a little ignorant.
Anyone who has read knows the allusion of "practice makes perfect". Although most people practice for many years and months, it is definitely not as good as Li Guang's practice for a few days, but there is a huge difference between those who can shoot and those who have never even touched a bow and arrow.
Unless Feng Zhou has really practiced archery and is very skilled in it, so he can hide it well, how could he be Mi Weiyi's opponent?
But caring people have long paid attention to Feng Zhou's hands.
It was thin-skinned and tender meat, and it didn't look like an expert who had ever been exposed to weapons.
"Come on, let's see how Sajia prevents you from finding a crack in the ground to dig into." Mi Weiyi hooked Feng Zhou and said provocatively.
He stepped onto the field, took out his own bow and arrows, and after the servants in the academy placed the target, he immediately assumed the standard archery posture, bent the bow and set the arrow, and stretched the bow string like a full moon. Suddenly his hand relaxed, and suddenly
The arrow flew like a meteor, with a "pop" sound, and hit the red heart of the target a hundred steps away.
"Okay!" All the scholars cheered.
Even those who don’t know much about archery can tell that Mi Weiyi’s arrow was executed beautifully from the beginning to the end.
After he shot the arrow, he looked at Feng Zhou, hoping to let the boy know the gap between the two.
Unexpectedly, Feng Zhou snorted disdainfully:
"Pretending to be profound!"
As soon as these words came out, not only did Mi Weiyi's expression change drastically, but the expressions of Mr. Chen and Zhao Detian next to him also darkened.
On the occasion of someone shooting a salute, saying that someone is "pretending to be sophisticated" is ironic not only to Mi Weiyi, but also to Master Chen.
Master Chen just talked about the meaning and content of the shooting ceremony in a eloquent manner, as if he was not a gentleman if he did not know how to shoot the ceremony, and was not worthy of being a disciple of Confucianism.
Nowadays, some people say "pretending to be profound".
The surrounding onlookers also completely lost sympathy for Feng Zhou.
It is important for people to be self-aware. If you are too stubborn at this time, you will only make others look down on you.
"Go shoot an arrow and give him some color to see." Someone shouted angrily.
"Feng, do you think my arrow was a coincidence?"
Mi Weiyi sneered, picked up another arrow, put it on the bowstring, and shouted: "Then let me show you what I am capable of."
After that, he bent his bow and shot again.
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
…
Mi Weiyi shot eight arrows in one go. Not only did each arrow hit the bullseye, but it was also in the center. The distance between each arrow was no more than one copper coin thick.
It can be said that among ordinary people, he is an extremely skilled archer.
But in Feng Zhou's eyes, it's just to win the favor of others.
On the battlefield, the drums are beating loudly, the sound of killing is loud, and you are facing an enemy with no more than three arrows. Where can you have time for you to shoot arrows so calmly and satisfactorily?
Not to mention Feng Zhou's current magical powers, when he was Liu Adou, he had already practiced superb archery on the battlefield, far ahead of Li Guang.
Now he actually has to compare his archery skills with an ignorant young man from a rich country family in the name of "shooting ceremony", which is simply ridiculous.