Seeing that the old shooter was so serious, Arak Khan had to believe that in Daming's army, there would actually be a Horqin, and a Horqin who is likely to become a Zhebei!
Arak Khan was worried that the old shooter would be upset because of this, which would affect the performance of the next round. He quickly calmed down: "Don’t worry, don’t forget, the first generation of philosophers don’t just let go, but don’t be alert. The members of the Ministry were originally known as the "Four Mastiffs of the Mongol Empire." The title of Philosopher is the glory that Genghis Khan bestows on you.
"But since then, the Guardian Ministry has never appeared again. It is recognized by all Mongolian archers as an archer with the nickname "Zhezhe"!" The old archer interrupted Ayak Khan's words, ignoring him. Arakkhan’s face was just immersed in his own thoughts for many years, saying: "Since then, almost every archer with the nickname of the crowned philosopher is a Horqin person! After so many years, it seems that there is only Only Horqins can be called Zhebie! In order to regain the honor of Zhebie for the Speedy Ministry, I was sent to the Horqin camp by my father when I was a child, and secretly learned Horqin’s riding and shooting skills. But I ended up. I still lost to the Horqin! The title of Zhe was actually taken by a Horqin who grew up in the same camp. I will never forget how he looked when he won that day! In daily contests, I win more than he wins. Less!"
"But now he is dead! And you are still alive!" Arak Khan said gloomily, "Dayan Khan helped you get rid of the philanthropy of the Horqin people. You promised to be loyal to my ministry for life! Today is the time for you to repay your favor. !"
The old archer sneered and said: "Dayan Khan got rid of Zhebye in order to break up the cohesion of the Horqin people and help me only incidentally. When I was young, my mind was covered by jealousy, anger and unwillingness. Now more than 20 years have passed. , I have seen this trick long ago!"
"What do you mean!" Arak Khan was furious.
The old shooter calmly said: "You don't need to get angry with sweat. I will definitely try my best in today's game. I failed to defeat Tetsubetsu in front of the public. It was my biggest regret in my life. Today is the last time I have been named in my life. Opportunity! I will definitely try my best."
Ah Khan listened, his anger calmed down.
However, the old shooter continued: "However, if I win this round, it is for me not to be quick to watch the Ministry, for myself to win, it has nothing to do with you!"
After the old archer finished speaking, no matter how angry Ahrak Khan was, he turned his horse's head and came to the center of the clearing.
On Lu Bing’s side, Zhang Ju is also telling Lu Bing his worries: "At the end, I feel that the old shooter’s skills are not fancy at all, but they have managed to see the details in the details, and they are truly in the realm of reversing the innocence. . I’m afraid it’s not inferior to the legend, who can shoot through the double eagle glasses with one arrow. It looks like he is over half a hundred years old, but his hands are very stable and strong. With more experience than me, he wants to win. , It’s not easy, a little carelessness, a little mistake, it will be overwhelming."
Lu Bing listened to Zhang Ju's words and encouraged: "You do your best. You can win the best, and you can draw. Even if you lose, we have other plans. You just need to show your best strength."
After listening to Lu Bing, Zhang Ju nodded and tried to adjust his state. Seeing that the old shooter opposite was already on the field, he said hello to Lu Bing, turned his horse's head, and came to the center of the field.
Along the way, Zhang Ju kept taking deep breaths, adjusted his mentality, relaxed his mood, calmed down his desire for victory, and found his usual heart.
When the old archer saw Zhang Ju approaching him, he suddenly said, "Are you really from Horqin?"
Zhang Ju casually said: "My mother is from Horqin."
"Your mother?" The old archer looked at Zhang Ju carefully, suddenly his face changed slightly, and a possibility passed in his heart. He carefully looked at Zhang Ju's facial features and asked urgently: "Why did your mother arrive in Ming Dynasty? "
"Why are you asking this?" Zhang Ju questioned.
"Say! Say it!" The old archer raised his volume and asked.
"Why did the officer tell you!" Zhang Ju shouted in disgust.
The old archer suddenly smiled weirdly, and said, "Your mother...did you escape to Ming Country?"
"How do you know?" Zhang Ju felt a little uneasy.
"You just said that right? Didn't you escape from the Horqin camp on the west bank of the West Ramulun River to Ming State more than 20 years ago?" the old shooter asked.
"It seems... isn't it?" Zhang Ju hesitated, wondering if this old archer is also from Horqin? Know your mother
"Hahahahaha! It's no coincidence that a book is written! In the words of your Han people, there is nowhere to look for you to break through the iron shoes. It takes no effort!" The old archer Yangtian laughed.
"You are also from Horqin? Do you know my mother?" Zhang Ju questioned.
"I know your mother, but I am not from Horqin!" The old archer laughed and said, "I not only know your mother, but also your uncle!"
"My uncle?" Zhang Ju remembered that his mother had mentioned that his uncle was also a great archer.
"Didn't your mother tell you? Your uncle is very famous! He is Zhebye! Zhebye!" The old archer said excitedly, his expression almost mad.
"Zhebye? My uncle is Zhebie?" Zhang Ju, who has been in the town for many years, certainly knew the meaning of Zhebie. He had also heard that Zhebie was from Horqin in the past, but he did not expect that his uncle was actually a legend. Among them, the most powerful archer-Zhebye!
But why did my mother never mention it? Zhang Juxin had doubts.
The old archer saw something from Zhang Ju's expression and laughed: "Why, didn't your mother tell you?"
Before Zhang Ju could answer, the old archer said: "Of course she can't tell you, dignified goodbye, she actually died under an arrow. How did she speak?"
"Who are you on earth?" Zhang Ju looked cold.
"You want to know? Then I'll tell you, so that you can fight me with all your strength!" The old archer said arrogantly, his previous calmness was wiped out: "You have heard of it, the first generation Zhe Just let it go?"
"Of course I've heard, which archer doesn't know how to kill him? The title of Zhe came from him!" Zhang Ju said
"Then you know that the only one who is Huo Ah Dao is the person from my department?" the old archer asked closely.
Zhang Ju shook his head, saying that he didn't know.
Seeing Zhang Ju shook his head, the old archer first showed his anger, but he immediately turned into depression.
"Yes, everyone in the world remembers that Zhai'er Huo'er is Zhebye, but he has long forgotten that he is even a member of the Ministry..."
He was good at shooting, and he was known as a master archer when he was a teenager. When Temujin unified the grassland, he was a bald subordinate of a leader of the Taichiwu tribe. Taichiwu and other tribes were fighting against Genghis Khan. Temujin.