Wen Yantong thought of his own archery skills, and said decisively to Mu Yang, "Who are you with? Let's switch?"
Mu Yang asked suspiciously, "Master Xu won't allow a private exchange."
"Oh, why haven't I seen you listen to your master so much on weekdays." Wen Yantong was anxious, and said in a low voice, "Your brother Xi is so good at archery, you may learn some tricks if you practice with him."
Mu Yang glanced at Xu Yingquan, and found that he was not looking this way, so he handed out the paper in his hand, but he didn't quite agree with Wen Yantong's words, "I grew up with Brother Xi, what's the trick? Learned, he is a talent."
"Talent is a fart, don't you know that hard work can make up for one's weakness?" Wen Yantong said while exchanging with him.
It's just that he didn't expect a hand that suddenly stretched out to take away Wen Yantong's paper.
Wen Yantong was about to blame, when she turned her head and saw that it was Chi Jingxi who had walked over at some time, which frightened her into a fright.
Chi Jingxi was tall, with a fierce expression on his face, exuding a bad aura all over his body. He looked down at the numbers on the paper, and said coldly, "Little cripple, are you despising me?"
Chi Jingxi was also very unhappy at first when he was drawn into a group with Wen Yantong, but seeing that she was in a hurry to change numbers with Mu Yang, he was even more unhappy.
How dare the cripple, who had missed both arrows, despise him first
Wen Yantong waved his hands with a smirk, "No, no, the young master misunderstood, I'm afraid it will hold you back."
Chi Jingxi sneered coldly, "How humble."
Wen Yantong lowered his head and didn't speak. In this case, it's better to pretend to be a bum.
Mu Yang saw that the atmosphere was not very good, so he acted as a peacemaker in the middle, "Brother Xi, Mr. Xu said that the practice has started, so don't waste your time here."
Chi Jingxi clenched the paper into a ball and threw it on Wen Yantong, but she quickly caught it. I heard him say coldly, "Follow me."
It's over, it's over, this is over, Wen Yantong cursed secretly, this kid really has an unusual temper.
Chi Jingxi stopped in front of a humanoid straw target. That location is just next to the weapon rack, so it is convenient to take things.
When Wen Yantong walked over, Chi Jingxi was putting an arrow on the bow, staring at the grass target and slowly drawing the bow.
She had noticed earlier that the bow in Chi Jingxi's hand was quite beautiful. The dull mahogany is as bright and transparent as if it had been polished with wax, and the bow body is carved with extremely detailed patterns. At a glance, you can tell that it is a top-grade workmanship.
His arm was very powerful, and he pulled the bow away easily, and after the movement was frozen, he remained motionless. These movements seemed simple, but Wen Yantong knew it was not as easy as it seemed.
When she drew the bow before, her arms were shaking non-stop due to the force. In addition, there was nothing against it, so it was very difficult for her hands to stop and stabilize in the air.
Chi Jingxi's movements paused for more than ten seconds, after aiming at the humanoid grass target. As soon as the finger was loosened, the arrow with the gold thread embedded in the tail flew away, and was nailed to the head of the humanoid grass target with a bang.
This arrow is crisp and sharp, quite beautiful.
Chi Jingxi shot two more arrows, both of which were faster than the first time. What was amazing was that all three arrows were in the same position.
Wen Yantong was startled, staring blankly at the three feathered arrows, the gold wires on the ends shone brightly under the sunlight.
Chi Jingxi put down the bow and looked at her sideways, "Take the bow."
When Wen Yantong heard this, he walked to the weapon rack, but after sweeping his eyes, he found that there was no bow at all on the rack, only arrows. She was in trouble for a while.
Students are not willing to use the bows in the academy, but there are no poor households who study in Songhai Academy. Therefore, everyone prefers to use bows bought by themselves, which are not only good-looking, but also more convenient. Over time, the academy removed all the bows from the shelves.
Wen Yantong has been watching the excitement from the sidelines since he started martial arts class, he never thought that this time, he also came here empty-handed today.
She naturally couldn't find her bow on the shelf.
Chi Jingxi stood by and watched, and seeing her staring blankly at the weapon rack, he asked, "What are you doing there?"
Wen Yantong turned around quietly, "I don't have a bow."
His face turned foul, "Where's your bow?"
"I didn't know that today is flat shooting class, so I didn't bring my bow." Wen Yantong whispered.
Chi Jingxi glanced away, everyone started practicing, but his teammates didn't even bow. His temper began to roll again, but he still suppressed it. After standing silent for a while, he said unhappily, "Get over here and practice with my bow."
During the silence, Wen Yantong was always worried, but he was suddenly relieved after hearing his words, walked to him and took the mahogany bow, and said brokenly, "Young Master, you are really a good person."
"Shut up."
The bow is made of high-quality wood, and it is quite heavy in the hand. There is still the warmth of Chi Jingxi's palm on the body of the bow. Wen Yantong's heart sank after holding it.
This thing... is heavier than the bow in the martial arts test back then.
The servant behind Chi Jingxi ran over and picked up all the arrows, and handed them to Wen Yantong again.
Wen Yantong swung the bow left and right, then drew an arrow, imitated Chi Jingxi just now, set it on the bow, and then slowly raised it.
Chi Jingxi's extremely easy movement was fatal to her. As long as she pulled the bow to a certain position, her arms would start to swing and shake non-stop.
Chi Jingxi frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple, so he asked, "You didn't eat? Where did your strength go?"
Wen Yantong frowned and said, "Young Master, your bow is a bit heavy."
He said, "You can't even pull the bow, what's the use of your two claws?"
"Arms are not born for archery." Wen Yantong retorted in a low voice, "I can still hold chopsticks."
"That makes sense." Chi Jingxi said with a sneer, "If you don't shoot the arrow today, you can continue walking on crutches tomorrow."
Wen Yantong gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and made a fake smile, "Young master can really tell a joke."
Immediately after finishing speaking, he raised the bow and pulled it hard in one breath, until it was half full. But before she could take aim, her hand trembled uncontrollably. Her fingers felt that the feather arrow was about to dislodge, so she couldn't care so much and had to let go of it quickly.
But the feather arrow still got out of place, brushed the edge of the bowstring, was ejected about two meters before rolling to the ground. Chi Jingxi looked at the arrow that landed in front of him, his eyes filled with astonishment.
Wen Yantong scratched his head, and saw that Chi Jingxi's expression was really grim, so he said, "At least... did he ejaculate?"
Chi Jingxi's expression was gloomy, and she couldn't tell what she was thinking, and the servants standing beside her were deeply buried in their heads. Wen Yantong felt that this silence was quite terrifying, so he started to laugh again, "This bow is really not something that ordinary people can use, and it seems that only someone as powerful as Young Master can control it."
Chi Jingxi felt physically and mentally exhausted.
The cripple must have come here with the intention of tearing his hind legs off.
When she was exchanging number plates just now, he shouldn't have tried to stop her.
Chi Jingxi looked at his right hand, feeling the urge to slap him twice.
Seeing that she kept silent, Wen Yantong was a little scared, "Young Master, you are so magnanimous, so don't blame me. I have already shot the arrow, so you can let go of my right leg..."
Chi Jingxi looked at her in a blink of an eye.
This cripple was short and thin, so weak that he couldn't even draw a bow. He was the kind of person who would definitely fall to the ground and couldn't get up with a single punch, so forget it.
He turned his head and shouted loudly, "Yang Er."
Mu Yang was next door, so he turned around to look when he heard this. Chi Jingxi waved at him, "Bring your bow."
He came with a bow, "What's the matter, Brother Xi?"
"Give your bow to the cripple," he said.
"I just have a bow." Mu Yang said.
"You used me," he said.
It has not been a day or two since Mu Yang coveted Chi Jingxi's mahogany bow, so he cheerfully took the bow from Wen Yantong, glanced at the arrow that fell not far ahead, and patted it with a smile. Wen Yantong, "I've heard that you missed the target with your first two arrows, you are a master."
Wen Yantong said, "Okay, don't make fun of me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his face froze the moment he took the bow and arrow, and he quietly glanced at Chi Jingxi, hesitant to speak.
Chi Jingxi noticed her small movements, and said coldly, "Say."
"... This bow is also very heavy." She said.
Is it no different from that mahogany bow? !
Chi Jingxi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said to Mu Yang, "Go find her a lighter bow."
Mu Yang was also afraid that the mahogany bow he held in his arms would be taken away, so he hurried back, snatched his companion's bow, weighed it in his hand, and then rushed to hand it to Wen Yantong.
The bow this time was very light, even lighter than the one she took in the martial arts test. Wen Yantong smiled with satisfaction after such a toss.
Mu Yang went back to practice with the mahogany bow in his arms. His teammates were empty-handed and looked at Mu Yang eagerly.
Before Chi Jingxi could open his mouth to remind him, Wen Yantong consciously set up the arrow. Just like the last time, the arrow always wanted to come off the string, and she thought she had enough strength, but after shooting it, it only flew half the distance, and then half of it went obliquely into the ground.
Chi Jingxi seemed to have expected it a long time ago, with an indifferent expression on his face.
Wen Yantong stood dumbfounded, sucking in his nose that was about to freeze.
"Pull the bow." Chi Jingxi's voice had become flat, and there was no anger in it.
When she heard the words, she drew the bow and shot the arrow. While she was drawing the string, she saw Chi Jingxi draw a feather arrow out of the corner of her eye, and she was so frightened that she instinctively closed her eyes tightly.
Before she could spit out the words, she felt her chin itch, and then lifted her chin up with a force.
She opened her eyes and saw that Chi Jingxi was pinching the fine iron arrowhead. The feathers at the end of the arrow stretched from her chin to her back, and exerted force on her waist, elbows, and legs.
"Straighten your back, keep your left shoulder aligned with the target, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, and lean your body slightly forward." Chi Jingxi nodded her shoulder, "Holding her head like a bastard all day long. "
Wen Yantong adjusted his posture after listening to his words.
"Three-finger clasp." Chi Jingxi poked her hand with a feather again, "Don't raise your fingers."
Wen Yantong hurriedly withdrew her fingers.
"When raising the bow, the left arm sinks, the elbow is inward, and the bow is pushed with the left hand." He tapped Wen Yantong's right arm, "Don't lift it so high."
As she spoke, she saw that her fingers were wrong, and she stepped forward with a click, separated her ring finger and index finger, and said impatiently, "As long as you put things in your mind other than paste, you won't be so stupid. .”
Chi Jingxi's hands were quite warm, and the fingertips exuded heat, which was in sharp contrast to Wen Yantong's cold hands. As soon as his fingers touched it, Wen Yantong could clearly feel the heat from the soft fingertips.
She slipped away, "Young master, I see you are wearing thin clothes, why are your hands so warm?"
Chi Jingxi smiled and said, "It's cold? It's okay. If you shoot this arrow halfway, I'll beat you until your whole body becomes hot, and you'll be warm by then."
The devil, just the devil. Wen Yantong squeezed out an ugly smile, "No need, no need, it's better to be colder, and people are more energetic."
Chi Jingxi ignored her and said, "Open the bow."
As she said, she used her left and right hands simultaneously to pull the bow and arrow away, and then she heard Chi Jingxi say, "The eyes, the arrow, and the place you want to shoot form a line. Let go as soon as you see it."
Wen Yantong was concentrating, staring at the grass target, putting all his attention on it.
After she let go, the bow and arrow left the string quickly, with a faint sound of wind, and then quickly shot towards the straw target.
Chi Jingxi's eyes followed the arrow, watching the arrow approach the grass target, and then brushed the grass target's shoulder and flew back until the arrow exhausted its strength and fell to the ground.
He frowned and turned to look at Wen Yantong.
Wen Yantong hurriedly said, "If I said that I deliberately aimed behind the target...would you believe it?"
It's useless to say anything now, Wen Yantong simply dropped his bow and hugged his right leg, groaning, "Oh, my leg—it hurts when I push hard, it hurts so badly, it hurts like hell!"
"Shut up!" Chi Jingxi yanked Wen Yantong's arm with a feathered arrow.
Wen Yantong quickly shut up and rubbed his arms. If you wear it thickly, it won't hurt hahaha.
"Continue to practice." Chi Jingxi said.
She hurriedly set up the bow and continued to practice. Chi Jingxi stepped aside and stood watching, his angry expression took a while to calm down.
Chi Jingxi was very depressed. In the first half of his life, there had never been such a difficult thing to deal with.
In the following time, Wen Yantong has been practicing archery. Only when Chi Jingxi and Mu Yang leave, can they rest for a while.
Seeing her working so hard, Xu Yingquan patted her on the shoulder in relief, "It seems that you really admire Young Master."
Wen Yantong: "???" Is there some misunderstanding
Wen Yantong spent the whole afternoon in archery, and the servant who followed Chi Jingxi also suffered. He went back and forth to pick up arrows for Wen Yantong. Quietly said to Wen Yantong, "Are you stupid, slow down and you won't be so tired."
Wen Yantong slapped his thigh: "Wow! You are so fucking smart!"
It wasn't until Xu Yingquan raised his voice to say that the training was over, that Wen Yantong was relieved.
Xu Yingquan ordered his servants to set up the straw targets, each with six grass balls strung on it. In a team of two, each shoots three arrows, as long as they hit three grass balls, they are qualified.
Archery is divided into two batches, Wen Yantong is naturally the first batch to go up.
After she stood in the position again, she found that the grass target was farther than the grass target in practice, and the grass ball was only the size of a jujube, and it would sway slightly when the wind blows.
Isn't this embarrassing!
Wen Yantong bit the bullet and bent his bow and set his arrow.
The record is outstanding, and all three arrows are empty.
She turned her head and gave Chi Jingxi an embarrassed smile: Big brother, it's up to you.
Chi Jingxi was expressionless.
After Mu Yang came down, his eyes widened, and he asked Cheng Xin, "You said that he hit the bull's-eye, you didn't want to bluff me, did you?"
Cheng Xin said helplessly, "It's true. But Wen Yantong's archery skills are really bad. When she shoots an arrow, both arms have to be like waving a banner. I don't even want to understand what happened to the last arrow. Hit the target."
Chi Jingxi said, "A blind cat meets a dead mouse."
There were quite a few grass balls that missed one, but Wen Yantong was the only one who missed one of the three arrows.
She returned the bow to others, and comforted herself, "I have tried my best."
After the second batch went up, the surrounding area became much quieter. Not only because Chi Jingxi and Cheng Xin went up, but also because Fu Zixian was among them.
Fu Zixian is the only one who has two bulls-eyes in the martial arts exam.
Following Xu Yingquan's order, the second group of people fired arrows together. Wen Yantong stared at Chi Jingxi closely, seeing that his movements were unhurried, three arrows were fired one after another, and they hit the grass ball on the grass target steadily, and he couldn't help being amazed.
Awesome!
On the other side, Mu Yang has long wanted to watch Fu Zixian shoot arrows, and wished his eyes would stick to Fu Zixian's arrows. After all three arrows hit the grass ball, he was even happier than Fu Zixian's teammates. If Cheng Xin hadn't held him down, he might have flown up to carry Fu Zixian down and force him to ask about the secrets of archery.
Many of the first group of players missed grass balls, including Wen Yantong. But among those people, only Wen Yantong passed the test.
With her own strength, Chi Jingxi pulled Wen Yantong, who was lagging behind, to the passing line. Especially like the top students in each class dragging the scumbags at the end of the crane during the final exam.
Wen Yantong originally wanted to thank him, but seeing Chi Jingxi's unwillingness to see him, he decided to forget it in the end.
After the martial arts class was over, Wen Yantong's arms were sore and sore, but thinking of her being able to shoot the arrow, she couldn't help being happy.
It is always good to learn archery, it doesn't matter if you are tired.
After finishing the meal, Wen Yantong didn't go back to the dormitory directly, but went to the servants' area in the academy.
A lazy chicken can die in vain, but she cannot be framed in vain. This incident was obviously aimed at her. If she easily exposed it this time, the person hiding behind the scenes would try to frame her in another way next time.
It is necessary to find out who is behind it.
Although she vaguely guessed who it was, she still needed conclusive evidence.
On the way Wen Yantong met Zhang Jieran whom he hadn't seen for a while.
Zhang Jieran is a model three-good student, who goes to bed later than a dog and wakes up earlier than a chicken. When Wen Yantong lived in the same bedroom with him, at night he closed his eyes and saw the copying, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, he was reciting silently.
He is now in the same school as Chi Jingxi and the others. I don't know what's going on these days.
Wen Yantong took the initiative to go forward to say hello, "Right!"
As soon as Zhang Jieran heard the voice, he stopped immediately, turned to see her, and showed a smiling face, "Brother Wen, long time no see, how are you doing?"
"Brother Wen is fine, just call me Yantong." As soon as Wen Yantong heard the words "Brother Wen", he felt awkward.
Zhang Jieran nodded and said, "How is your leg?"
"It's much better these days, and it doesn't hurt much anymore." Wen Yantong said with a smile, "What are you doing here?"
"Endorsement." Zhang Jieran raised the book in his hand, "This place is clean."
Wen Yantong sighed again, Zhang Jieran is really always learning.
He asked, "What are you doing here?"
Wen Yantong said, "I was framed by a servant this morning and killed the Baoxiao chicken. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I still couldn't swallow it, so I came to him to reason and ask him what his intentions are!"
Zhang Jieran froze for a moment, then said, "I also heard about it at this time."
"Go ahead and endorse, I'll go find him." Wen Yantong knew that Xueba's time was precious, so he didn't waste his time.
But Zhang Jieran said, "I know he lives there, let's go with you."
Wen Yantong was stunned, "Aren't you going to endorse?"
"It's okay, I've almost recited it anyway." Zhang Jieran closed the book and said to her, "Come with me."
Wen Yantong followed him into the servants' area. Most of the academies are descendants of Chaoge's officials, so many servants are needed to do chores. All servants live in this servant area, also known as: Yiyuyuan.
Few students would come to this place, so Zhang Jieran said that the neighborhood is clean.
After they entered the courtyard, many servants looked at him, some of them knew Zhang Jieran and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Zhang is here."
Zhang Jieran nodded politely and smiled, and asked, "Is Uncle Zhou here?"
"In the house? It should be eating." Someone replied.
After Zhang Jieran thanked him, he took Wen Yantong to find Uncle Zhou whom he was talking about.
What surprised Wen Yantong was that Zhang Jieran actually knew that servant, and seemed to come to this corner courtyard often.
But when they went there, they couldn't find anyone. Uncle Zhou's house was empty. The two waited for a while, but Wen Yantong couldn't stand the cold, so he decided to leave first.
Zhang Jieran said on the road, "Zhou Bo is over fifty years old, has no wife and no children, and is a widow. He is honest and honest. He definitely didn't intend to frame you this morning. You should not be angry because of this."
"How did you know him?" Wen Yantong asked.
"When I first came to Songhai Academy, the academy didn't allow people to bring me in. Uncle Zhou helped me carry the luggage." Zhang Jieran said, "He is a good man."
Wen Yantong fell into deep thought when he heard about it.
Zhang Jieran said, "I can accompany you some other day to inquire about Uncle Zhou's situation that night. You must not scold him."
Wen Yantong smiled, "Do I seem to be such a grumpy person?"
The two said their goodbyes at the end, Wen Yantong agreed to find him if he went to Yiyuyuan, and made a tentative agreement.
For the next two days, Wen Yantong kept thinking about Zhang Jieran's words, and was brooding over Zhou Bo's matter. I wanted to go there again, but it was snowing again, and it was difficult to walk. Wen Yantong was afraid of falling, so he took out two big crutches, so he had no time to find Uncle Zhou.
It was snowing heavily that day, and the snow condensed into lumps, which had weight on people, and it fell non-stop.
Wen Yantong slept in the room after literature class, slept for an hour, felt hungry after waking up, and called the maid.
The food that the maid brought in this time was not rich, and she said, "Young Master Wen, the road is blocked by heavy snow outside, and the guards are heavily guarding, so the slaves can't go out to buy food, so you can just take care of it first."
Wen Yantong didn't care about what to eat, but asked, "Guards guarding? When did the guards of the academy become so strict?"
"Because of the continuous blizzard and the closure of all the roads, no one in the academy can go home. The young duke and the two highnesses are going to rest in the academy tonight, and the academy will mobilize all the servants and strictly guard the place."
Wen Yantong thought, Chi Jingxi is going to stay overnight in the academy
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