My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 99: Entering Tao with "Shooting"

The whistling sound continued in my ears.

Zeng Anmin and Bai Ziqing returned the same way they came.

It is now March and even the evening breeze feels mostly comfortable on your face.

Although the posture is a bit awkward.

But Zeng Anmin still rode his mount all the way to the capital.

"Da~"

As soon as his toes lightly touched the ground, Zeng Anmin felt as if he was flying in the clouds.

Then they safely climbed over the city wall of the capital.

"You can't stay here, you have to go back quickly."

As Bai Ziqing spoke, he began to take off his nightgown.

Zeng Anmin naturally followed suit. After taking off his nightgown, he earnestly instructed Bai Ziqing:

"What happened tonight must be kept to myself."

"Also, you must find a way to call me when you raid King Qi's house."

Zeng Anmin's expression was extremely serious.

Although King Qi is dead.

But the whereabouts of the Xihuangtu must be made clear.

Otherwise, it would be like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any time.

"Is the vengeance so great?"

Bai Ziqing was a little confused.

"Well, irreconcilable."

Zeng Anmin was too lazy to say more, and said with a very serious look:

"We must not be careless about this matter."

"Row."

Bai Ziqing could sense that Zeng Anmin seemed to be hiding something...

But he is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

Since I have promised Zeng Anmin, I must do this little thing.

"As for that case..." Zeng Anmin looked at Bai Ziqing.

The two of them had already walked secretly to the street.

"It's just a small case. I will handle it in my own way."

Bai Ziqing chuckled, waved his hand to reject Zeng Anmin's kindness, and then added:
"Anyway, there are still a few days left. If it doesn't work out, I'll come back to you."

"Um……"

Zeng Anmin frowned and nodded: "Okay, nothing else, I'll go home first."

"it is good."

…………

"father?"

As soon as I got home, I saw a figure standing in my yard.

In the moonlight, Zeng Anmin could clearly see his father standing under the moonlight, looking towards the door indifferently.

"Cough cough."

Zeng Anmin coughed twice and walked towards his father:
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"waiting for you."

Zeng Shilin looked at him expressionlessly, slowly sat down on the stone bench in the yard, and then asked:
"What are you doing?"

Zeng Anmin did not hide anything and told his father everything that happened tonight.

"Mysterious master?"

Dad's brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were flashing, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"Why? Do you have any ideas?"

Zeng Anmin blinked, thinking that his father already had a candidate in mind.

"No." Dad shook his head: "I am not a god."

At this point, his eyes turned admiring:
"But you didn't go alone tonight, but chose to call Bai Ziqing..."

"This is something that I am very pleased about."

"I mainly think that it's better to avoid the risk of being exposed. Besides, if we get Brother Bai on board, it will be difficult for him to get off in the future."

Zeng Anmin explained.

Then he came and sat down in front of his father, and his voice became quiet and said:

"King Qi is dead. My father and I have established a foothold in this huge capital."

"It's not very good, but it's more than enough to deter the villains."

Dad chuckled, a look of obvious complacency on his face.

He was pleased with his son's political acumen.

This way of bringing down King Qi was so perfect that even he, a veteran in officialdom with many years of experience, had to admire it.

Accurately grasp everyone's psychology, especially Emperor Jianhong.

And make very reasonable use of all the clues resources at hand.

In the end, even Zeng Anmin, the person who came up with the plan, did not show up.

This is not something a sixteen-year-old boy could plan.

If we wait until this kid grows up a little more, who knows how mature he will become?
"Then I wish my father a smooth career and a rapid rise to a higher position!"

Zeng Anmin smiled and said a few nice words.

"Well, you must not slack off regarding the Xihuangtu."

Dad looked at Zeng Anmin solemnly.

The father could naturally guess his eldest son's current situation.

Once the Xihuangtu is awakened, Zeng Anmin's identity will not be directly exposed.

However, due to the existence of the Tiandao Alliance, the secret of the five Tiandao maps in the world will definitely not be kept!
It's only a matter of time before the dragon map is exposed...

"Don't worry, Dad. I know what's going on."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

He was more worried than his father, so he certainly wouldn't joke about this matter.

…………

Silent all night.

The next day, a fast horse galloped towards the palace.

"King Qi was killed, and all the officers and soldiers who were escorting him, including the captain, were killed!!"

This extremely serious case was handed over to the Imperial City Bureau and Jingzhao Prefecture for joint investigation amid the fury of Emperor Jianhong.

And they demanded that the murderer be found within seven days.

……

Of course, this has little to do with Zeng Anmin.

The date for raiding Qi Wang's house has not been set yet.

He began his rare college life in the Imperial College.

Very comfortable and beautiful.

Even a place as large as the Imperial College had a training ground specifically for its students.

Among the six arts of a gentleman, not many people choose to major in "archery".

But the Imperial College has a large number of students.

There were quite a few people on the parade ground.

At a rough glance, there were about twenty students.

At this time, in the middle of the parade ground stood a middle-aged man in his forties.

This man had a pale complexion and a solemn expression.

The clean white scholar's uniform on his body was extremely conspicuous.

This person is Tian Qilin, one of the six great doctors of the Imperial Academy, who reached the fifth level of Taoism and Confucianism through "archery".

In his hand he held a black short bow that looked inconspicuous.

That short bow was far inferior to the black gold bow, a spiritual weapon from the Xuanzhen Division in Zeng Anmin's hand.

But at this time, the middle-aged man stood in the crowd, gently twisting the bowstring in his hand.

"Among the six arts of a traditional gentleman, archery is divided into two types: one is archery on horseback, and the other is archery on foot."

Tian Qilin's eyes were calm and his voice rang in the ears of all the students.

"And my Confucianism also has two kinds of archery. In addition to mastering archery on horseback and on foot, one must also comprehend the meaning of this way."

"What is the meaning?"

Tian Qilin looked at everyone.

He made eye contact with a group of students.

There was confusion in everyone's eyes.

Zeng Anmin's mouth also twitched.

If I want to know what meaning is, why should I come to attend this class?

"Master Tian, the path of 'intention' is the only way for me to practice Confucianism. The ultimate goal is to comprehend the different artistic conceptions in the six arts, integrate them into my own great aura, cultivate the Confucian Dharma, and break through the fifth level."

Qin Wan slowly stood up with a calm expression on her face. Although her voice was soft, it floated confidently into the ears of all the students.

"Haha." Hearing Qin Wanyue's words, a smile appeared on Tian Qilin's face.

He did not think Qin Wanyue was showing off, so he nodded to her and replied with a smile:
"So, although I don't require you to be very accurate in your archery skills, every time the arrow leaves the bowstring, you must carefully feel the arrow and the bowstring... That's why my archery skills have always been average."

Just after he said this, he gently pulled out an arrow from the quiver beside him, pulled up the short bow in his hand, and shot without even looking.

"Chirp!!"

Thirty steps away, it hit the bull's eye. …

All the students who saw this scene opened their mouths wide.

You said you were an average shooter.

Then look at the bull's eye!
He shot the target without even looking... Is this called archery?

"Don't be so surprised. Practice makes perfect."

Master Tian sighed, his eyes turned deep:

"It's only after I've shot so many times that I understand the meaning of shooting."

"Remember, when you are nocking an arrow, don't think about accuracy."

“Only when there are no distracting thoughts in your mind can you comprehend the meaning.”

"Is there anyone willing to give it a try?"

Master Tian smiled and looked at the students.

“Let me try!!”

The fat prince was full of confidence. He stood up with a short bow in his hand.

As one of the six doctors of the Imperial Academy, Master Tian naturally knew the identity of the fat prince.

So, when he stood up, Tian Qilin's attitude was very good, and he came to the side of the fat prince with a smile.

He reached out his hand and carefully helped the prince correct his posture.

The voice was also very gentle: "You don't have to aim, and you don't have to think about whether you can hit the target. You just need to silently think about how the arrow feathers will move after colliding with the bowstring..."

Bit by bit, without any reservation, he broke it down and taught it to the chubby prince.

"Um……"

The little fat prince listened thoughtfully.

Then he suddenly let go.

"Chirp!!"

The arrow left the bow in an instant and hit the center of the target with incredible accuracy.

“That’s awesome!!”

"An arrow hit the bull's eye!!"

"This classmate is so accurate. It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance!"

"powerful!!"

The students around all gave kind encouragement.

Only Tian Qilin had a blank expression on his face, and even the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"What did you learn from shooting that arrow just now?"

His voice rang out.

"Uh……"

The little fat prince scratched his head awkwardly and stared at the ground in shame:

"An arrow... just flies forward... eh..."

Obviously, when he was shooting the arrow just now, he subconsciously thought about the issue of accuracy.

"Huh~" Tian Qilin took a deep breath and tried to smile:

"Well, it's a good idea to keep going forward, but it's not enough. It must be your own understanding."

After saying this, he raised his head, looked at the students expressionlessly and said:

“You have to understand the meaning of “intention” by yourself. If you understand it, you will understand it. You can understand it even if others don’t tell you. But if you don’t understand it, you still won’t understand it even if others tell you a thousand times.”

Having said this, he sighed softly and said:
"Among the six arts of a gentleman, the most difficult one is to comprehend the meaning of archery. In fact, I was lucky to comprehend it back then. If I quit now, it's not too late. Any of the other five arts are easier to comprehend than archery."

"How can I quickly comprehend the meaning?"

The prince looked up at the teacher in confusion.

"First, you must reach the sixth-grade gentleman realm."

Tian Qilin sighed: "If you are not a gentleman, it may not be a good thing to be exposed to the Six Arts too early."

"Why do you say that?"

Zeng Anmin asked the teacher curiously.

Tian Qilin glanced at Zeng Anmin calmly, then said, "This is just my own feeling. After all, no one stipulates that one cannot learn the six arts unless he reaches the sixth rank."

Having said this, he glanced at the remaining students and said:

"If you are too ambitious, even if you master the six arts, you may not be able to go further on the path of Confucianism."

"Respect your teachings."

This is how the students answered.

But there are a few things that I keep in mind... but I don’t know.

"Haha." Tian Qilin just smiled and said nothing.

There are very few people in this world who can reach the fifth level in the art of archery.

Most Confucian practitioners still choose to enter the path of Taoism through "ritual, music, and calligraphy".

After all, these are more in line with the state of mind of Confucian cultivation.

Only Qin Wanyue and Zeng Anmin seemed to be thinking about something.

"Brother Quan Fu, try it?"

Qin Wanyue looked at the huge black gold longbow in Zeng Anmin's hand with curiosity.

The Confucian practitioners in the field were all holding short bows, also known as soft bows, which do not require much strength to draw.

Only the black gold longbow in Zeng Anmin's hand looked extremely awkward.

"sure."

Zeng Anmin nodded immediately and came to the front of the target.

He recalled what Tian Qilin had just said:
"You don't have to aim, and you don't have to think about whether you can hit the target. You just need to think about how the arrow will move after it hits the bowstring..."

To put it bluntly, there should not be any distracting thoughts in your mind.

But there are very few people who can do this.

At least Zeng Anmin is not among them.

He also made the same mistake as the fat prince.

I reminded myself not to look around, but subconsciously I still looked at the target.

He only pulled the black gold longbow slightly.

Even one point is extremely difficult.

After all, his current identity is a "Confucian cultivator".

"Chirp!!"

Although it was only pulled apart by one point, the arrow feather between Zeng Anmin's bowstring still flew towards the center of the target with a whistling sound.

"Bang!!!"

Right in the bull's eye.

Feeling the arrow, Zeng Anmin frowned slowly.

No, that's not the feeling.

He didn't even have time to deal with outsiders on the sidelines.

He just pulled out another arrow.

On the strings.

"Chirp!!"

This time, the arrow did not hit the bull's eye.

Didn't even hit the target.

"Clap."

The arrow feathers fell weakly to the ground.