Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty when the emperor

Chapter 205

The dark-faced young master said: "The essence of martial arts lies in the strength to fight and kill. To cultivate breath internally and to strengthen muscles and bones externally is the quality. The essence of martial arts is swiftness. The only martial art in the world is speed."

The young master with a face as white as jade nodded frequently: "What brother said is true. Seeing that brother's seal is bright and his temples are bulging, he must have worked hard in the past few years. This time the martial arts is definitely determined to win."

The black-faced young master smiled and said: "This little brother dare not speak in vain, but this is the second time for this little brother to take part in martial arts. Bow, knife, stone, horse stance and arrow, all [-] kinds of martial arts can be afforded and put down."

"Brother is too modest, which martial art is best at?"

"I can't say I'm the best at it, but my little brother can open a strong bow that is one stone, and can shoot a hundred shots within a hundred steps." When the black-faced young master said this, his face showed a smug expression.

This remark attracted the attention of a young gentleman sitting sideways. This man was sipping tea. He put down the tea bowl when he heard this, and looked at the black-faced young master, expressing his interest.

At this time, Zhu Yousong was as interested as this young man with a tiger head and a tiger brain.

Today's Zhu Yousong is dressed as a young martial artist, dressed in white, holding a folding fan, and has four entourages beside him. The female He Xuanjiao and the maid Xiaohong, two beauties disguised as men, Li Quan also tidied up, and five people went together with Zhu Yousong. In addition, the four young people look better than each other.

It turned out that after Zhu Yousong entered the city, he had played Yan Shuangfei with Empress Jin and Chan'er, and there were two days left before the political examination was over. After all, nothing happened, so he wanted to approach these candidates in this way. He Xuanjiao and Xiaohong also wanted to Then, after the five people tidied up, Li Quan led the way and chose this place.

Zhu Yousong and the others don't know the white-faced and black-faced Wusheng sons, but Zhu Yousong, the young son with a thick head and a tiger brain, can recognize it. It is none other than Zheng Hongkui's nephew Zheng Damu.That is Zheng Chenggong, a famous national hero in history. According to historical development, he will become a national hero in the future. Now Zheng Damu is still a student of the Imperial College, and he studied under Qian Qianyi, the leader of Donglin and the Minister of Rites. Now he is going to meet His teacher Qian Qianyi and his mistress Liu Rushi told him that the teacher had gone to work and would not be back until tomorrow, and he didn't want to go back to Guozilin and planned to stay here for one night to wait for his teacher.

Zhu Yousong and Zheng Damu have been dealing with each other for a long time.Zheng Damu, who was angry with scholars, followed Qian Qianyi to stab Lou Zi and rescued him. Zhu Yousong personally granted him a post in Jinyiwei after the completion of his studies. Although the official is not big, it is the highest honor.

Unexpectedly, after many days, Zhu Yousong saw him here.Zhu Yousong wanted someone to call him over for questioning, but Zheng Damu didn't recognize Zhu Yousong, so Zhu Yousong had no choice but to pretend to meet by chance when he saw his appearance.

Hearing what the black-faced young master said, the white-faced young master was also very interested in archery, so he wanted to see his archery skills. The two of them should have met once, so he pestered him to try his skills outside. The young master refused, but the two had no choice but to go to the backyard.

Zheng Damu also had nothing to do and wanted to open his eyes and got up to follow.Then Zhu Yousong got up, brought Wang Duo, Li Quan, and the two copycat beauties to the backyard.

This inn has a good means of making money. Knowing that there are many students living here during the big exam, a martial arts practice field is specially set up in the spacious backyard for the students and those merchants who are good at martial arts to compare martial arts and have activities here. muscles and bones.

The so-called martial arts training ground is very simple. It is a spacious place that is not in use, surrounded by walls, repaired and leveled, and equipped with weapons racks next to it.

At this time, there was a merchant in the courtyard who was playing with a knife, and two others were lifting and throwing stone locks to exercise their muscles and bones. Seeing this black-faced young man and a group of people coming in, they took their bows and arrows and these people also stopped to watch the fun.

The black-faced young master took off a bow, weighed the bow, and lightly pulled the bowstring twice. He felt that the bow was still usable, took another arrow, and measured the distance of a hundred steps from the arrow rake. Nailstep stood still, confirmed the buckle and added the string, and the bow was rounded with a creak.

At this time, Zhu Yousong, Zheng Damu and others were watching the excitement by the side, and there were more than a dozen of them, all of whom were enjoying the scene calmly.

The black-faced young master took aim slightly, released his fist and then made a soft snap, the feather flew out of the air with a whoosh, and with a bang, the white-faced young master took Applause.

The black-faced young man took out a second arrow, opened the bow like a full moon, snapped, whoosh, and shot again, hitting the arrow rake again, and then the third arrow also hit the rake.Zheng Damu and the white-faced young master took the lead in applauding, and the other spectators applauded.

Zhu Yousong also felt that this man's arrow skills were good, he could shoot three times out of a hundred paces, he could be called good at archery, the battle-tested leader Liu Zhaoji was no more than that, the young man with a black face could have good arrow skills Such attainments are really rare, so he followed suit and clapped his hands.

At this time, a young gentleman with a bow and arrow on his back and a pair of scimitars at his waist squeezed to the front. He said that the young gentleman was actually a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. , but the bow behind him is not small, it looks like a special strong bow at first glance, the bow is at least two stone bows in size, and the arrows in the arrow arc are also special, not ordinary bamboo arrows, but spikes made of pure metal arrow.

Everyone looked at the arc in their hearts, did this young man carry such a big bow for his own use?

Amid the applause and cheers and some people's doubts, the little boy took off the bow and arrow that he brought, and was [-] steps away from the rake than the black-faced boy. Without saying a word, he took out a spiked arrow, With a squeak, the big bow was drawn round, and without much aiming, the arrow went out with a snap.

With an abnormal sound, the arrow hit the target. When Metal Zhu Yousong and others gathered around to look, they saw that the arrow had pierced the heart of the rake. 120 steps away, the young man not only shot so accurately, but also shot so hard, so everyone present, including Zhu Yousong, focused on the young man.It is obvious that this young man is better at archery than the black-faced man just now.

Therefore, the spectators cheered for the young man one after another. Zhu Yousong found that the young man had a stern face, and there seemed to be deep-seated hatred in his eyes. With a tense little face, he didn't say anything, just took the bow and arrow.

Seeing that the young man was so cold and arrogant, the black-faced man couldn't bear it any longer, and said lightly, "Nothing, but bow and good ears!"

Hearing the words, the young master's eyes froze coldly, and he turned towards the black-faced son, "Brother, do you dare to compete with someone?"

"Why don't you dare. But not only how to compare?" the black-faced young master said nonchalantly.

The young man said coldly, "You can't tell the difference when you shoot this kind of stationary rake. No matter how good you shoot this kind of arrow, it's useless. Let's compare arrows. Who can shoot the other's arrow in the air? Even if you win, do you dare to compare?"

(End of this chapter)