MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 61 longbow

  Chapter 61 Longbow

  Looking at the back of Li Ang leading the horse away, Pei Jing raised her eyebrows and lowered her palm that was slapping on the railing,

  The girl with willow eyebrows next to her also squinted her eyes and let go of the pasture in her hand.

   Is this considered to be a trick?

  The same idea arises in the two hearts,

  Pei Jing's expression remained unchanged, she flicked her sleeves chicly, and turned to look at another army horse.

  The girl with willow eyebrow eyebrows, after a short pause, withdrew her gaze.

The residents of Chang'an in the corridor also noticed the movement in the distance, and many people (especially the noble girls) were filled with righteous indignation: "Who is that person? Why did you rob Mr. Pei Jing's horse? Don't you know that the imperial examination results are very good?" Is it important?"

   "Yeah, Mr. Pei Jing has a very good temper, why should I let him?"

   Just because he is my young master.

  Chai Cuiqiao on the side curled her lips in disdain,

  If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, she would have thought of making sarcastic remarks in the past,

  For example, "Pure passers-by, I hope everyone will be more kind and less malicious, and pay more attention to the works"—she also heard these weird words from Li Ang.

  While Chai Cuiqiao was praying silently, Li Ang also took a deep breath, stepped on the horse, patted the bay red horse on the cheek, and said in a low voice, "It's up to you!"

   "Xi Lv-"

  The bay red horse neighed spiritually, stomped on the ground with all four hooves, and its mane flew violently.

"brush-"

  The riders in the front row only felt a gust of wind blowing past their ears. Before they had the thought of "something flew past",

  The maroon lightning has rushed forward.

   Grass splatters, dust blows,

  The bay red horse carrying Li Ang galloped and charged, instantly overtaking the steeds carrying the barbarian teenagers.

  The faces of the Hu people's teenagers showed strong resentment and anger. They subconsciously wanted to kick the horse's belly, slam the horse's body, and desperately urged the horsepower.

  But suddenly saw the cold gazes of those school professors on the side of the runway.

  The figure froze suddenly, as if being drenched by ice water, subconsciously tightened the reins.

  Xuegong focuses on talent and learning, and more on character,

  Abusing war horses in the arena is tantamount to giving up qualifications—you must know that each of them was the initial test quota barely obtained by the Hu Merchant Guild in Chang'an City at an extremely high price.

"So fast!"

   The student recommended by the Ministry of War at the front stared at Li Ang passing by him, feeling infinite annoyance in his heart.

  Based on Li Ang's half-baked riding posture, he is obviously not a good rider. It is simply that the quality of the bay red horse he is riding is excellent, and he voluntarily gallops, sparing no effort.

   "Isn't this person bringing the famous horse raised by the family here?

   Cheating ah this is!

   Where's the referee? Where's the referee? !

   Judgment! "

  The soldier recommended by the Ministry of War wanted to cry but had no tears, and could only watch Li Ang go all the way and cross the finish line first.

  Head. So dizzy.

  Li Ang, who was blown all the way by the strong wind and knocked all the way by the horse, got off the horse in a daze, first hugged the exhausted claret horse that was panting heavily,

   Leaning on the trunk of the roadside tree again, he shook his head violently to wake himself up.

  A school instructor approached, smiled and registered Li Ang's grades in the booklet, and asked him to lead the horse back from the outside of the track.

Li Ang took the rein and didn't rush back to the fence of the pasture. Instead, he picked some dry grass on the ground, pulled it out and picked it out, and while feeding it to the bay red horse, he patted its cheek gratefully, "Thank you, next time." Bring you some clover."

  Students around looked sideways at him as he approached with the bay red horse. Their eyes were complicated, with doubts, curiosity, envy, and regret.

   No one wants to lead the bay red horse in Li Ang's hand. Although the bay red horse is of excellent quality, it has exhausted its energy. At least don't expect to run any good results today.

   Considering that the other best horses have also been selected, and their first round results are not as good as the Claret Horse

  ‘Could it be that this year’s first place in the royal department should be given to that student who doesn’t know how to ride a horse? ! '

  Li Ang was too tired to interpret the complicated gazes around him, so he led the horse back to the pasture, put the bay red horse back into the fence,

  Song Shaoyuan and Ji Linglang walked over first, while Zhai Yiming and Yang Yu also stepped forward to greet them after a short hesitation.

   "Sunrise,"

  Song Shaoyuan smiled and slapped Li Ang on the shoulder, "This time you are considered famous.

  After tonight, maybe the heads of several horse racing clubs in Chang'an will invite you to a banquet and explain to them the skills of horse training. "

   "Brother Song, stop making fun of me."

  My family knew about my family affairs, Li Ang waved his hand with a wry smile, "It's just luck."

   "One drink and one peck has its own cause and effect. It's not as simple as good luck."

  Ji Linglang smiled slightly. As the daughter of the prefect of Weizhou, she could vaguely guess why the bay red horse worked so hard, but it was inconvenient to explain the reason because there were outsiders around.

  Yang Yu asked, "Which test will Risheng take next?"

   "Let's finish the archery test first. If you don't miss the target, you will be considered a success. Then go and see what counts."

   Li Ang scratched his head and replied.

  He has no hope for the archery project at all, and he is not a nobleman. He goes out of the city with his friends and partners every few months to hunt in the mountains—playing bows also requires time, money, and energy costs.

  The follow-up development is just as he expected,

  The archery project is held on the shooting range, and each candidate has 30 archery opportunities.

  Six short-range targets, six medium-range targets, six long-range targets, and twelve movable targets that can move along the circular chute, the score will be calculated according to the final number of rings.

  Li Ang imitated the ergonomic exertion skills in the memory of the foreign world, maintained the standard posture, and barely hit more than half of the targets, which was better than those frail students who were obviously not good at archery.

   "Aggression—"

  The continuous sound of hitting the target sounded from the side. Li Ang, who was putting down his bow, looked sideways, and saw the white-robed young man Pei Jing, surrounded by a group of students, slightly pursing his lips, drawing the bow and shooting arrows, and the arrows were flawless.

  The cheers around are endless,

   "Hey! Okay, hit, hit again!"

   "As expected of Mr. Pei Jing, he can even half-pierce an arrow target!"

   "It's true, Ping Ming is looking for Bai Yu, but he is not in the stone edge!"

   "Twenty-five hits in 30 rounds! Even one hit more than those from the military department. This result should be the first this year, right?"

  The marksmanship exam is not as race against time as in imperial department, the young men around Pei Jing applauded loudly,

  Pei Jing, on the other hand, seemed to be accustomed to praise, with a calm smile all the time, she took off the ring on her finger, handed the bow and arrow to her friend,

   Then he turned his head to look at Li Ang, and nodded his chin indiscernibly.

  What do you mean? Is it from Xueba's approval?

  Li Ang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he heard a cold female voice from behind, "Excuse me, please let me go."

"okay."

  Li Ang picked up the bow and arrow, turned sideways, and saw the girl with willow leaf eyebrows coming over with a short bow and a long bow. The height of the longbow is even higher than hers.

   "Such a High Bow"

  The restrictions of archery are much more relaxed than that of royal department. There are enough arrows and bows—there are even bows of different shapes, materials, and stone numbers for candidates from all over the world to choose from.

  But it seems that there is only the girl with willow eyebrow eyebrows who can choose a longbow of this height.

  (end of this chapter)