Chapter 20: In the Archer

Scripture class, Song Chunhe looked at Su Mingjue with a concerned look on his face, "Were you okay yesterday?"

Thinking of Lu Shaoyu's blackmail yesterday, Su Mingjue looked unhappy, but he still suppressed it and shook his head. , "It's okay, it's been solved."

Song Chunhe patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay. You don't know that when I looked at Lu Shaoqing's face yesterday, I felt like he was going to cut you into pieces at any time. But how did you escape?"

Song Chunhe looked puzzled: "That first-class residence is only so big. Xiao Jingming and I saw Lu Shaoqing aggressively searching all the rooms in the first-class residence, but we didn't find you."

Su Mingjue . He really didn't want to relive what happened yesterday, but thinking that Song Chunhe had helped him block a lot of firepower from Lu Shaoqing yesterday, he had no choice but to tell him roughly what happened yesterday.

"What! You said you met Lu Shaoyu yesterday!" Song Chunhe looked shocked after hearing this.

Although Song Chunhe lowered his voice when speaking, his voice unconsciously rose a lot due to surprise, causing other students to look sideways and turn around.

Su Mingjue pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Please keep your voice down, others will hear it."

Song Chunhe covered his mouth with his hand and said: "I'm so surprised, so you climbed out of that small window yesterday We went to Mr. Lu Yuding's private room."

Su Mingjue nodded sadly, "And he also knows my name and the matter of lying to his brother."

Song Chunhe looked at me with an expression that wanted to laugh but couldn't. He said with a hint of sympathy in his tone, "Brother, I have to say that you are really lucky."

Su Mingjue held his head with his hands, "You are so envious, do you want me to give you this luck?"

Song Chunhe quickly said Waving his hands, "Let's avoid it! Although Lu Shaoyu is beautiful, we can only watch him from a distance. I'm very afraid of seeing him."

Seeing that Su Mingjue didn't look well, Song Chunhe suggested, "How about after school? Let's find a place to gather again to relieve your worries."

When Su Mingjue mentioned this, his expression became even more sad, "No, I don't have time today. Master Zhao kept me in the hall and said that my shooting skills are not good and I have to work hard. Practice more."

Song Chunhe recalled the scene of Su Mingjue's archery class and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Brother Su, I didn't say that you really need to practice your archery. My seven-year-old My cousin can shoot better than you."

Su Mingjue: "..."

Here we go again, here we go again!

Even as a child, you can despise him, whether it's writing or archery, Su Mingjue feels like a modern person. , in ancient times, they were always despised by the other party.

Do you blame him?

He hasn't learned a single one. How does he know how to shoot an arrow?

When he thought of taking the bow and arrow handed over by Master Zhao, his hand was already heavy under the weight of the bow before he started to draw it, and there were intermittent His hand throbbed as if it was not his own.

Not to mention, when he drew the bow and set the arrow, his arms shook wildly just as he was about to exert force, like sifting chaff, and his movements were shaky, making the classmates in class laugh so hard that they were out of breath.

Especially when he exerted his greatest strength and managed to shoot out the arrow in his hand, the arrow did not even fly through the air, but was inserted directly into the ground like a green onion, which made his classmates laugh. laugh it out.

This continuous bad operation made Mr. Zhao, who already felt that the students of Luming Academy were too weak to support him, intensify his stereotype. He severely punished Su Mingjue on the spot and asked him to stay in class to study after school. .

When Su Mingjue saw that Song Chunhe was still smiling, he said with a rather dissatisfied tone: "You are still laughing, aren't you saying that Luming Academy has always valued literature? Why are you here now? I think it also requires a lot of force." Song

Chunhe took back most of the smile on his face and said in a serious tone: "Luming Academy does not pay attention to martial arts, but Master Zhao is different. He retired from the battlefield, so he is in the riding and shooting class." His requirements are particularly strict, and many students are complaining about it. If you are targeted by him, your life will not be easy."

After hearing this, Su Mingjue almost burst into tears, "I just came to school. , why is it so difficult!"

Song Chunhe comforted: "Just be content! Although Master Zhao is strict, he still gives us a lot of slack in teaching. You can go to Chicheng Academy next door and have a look. That is the real requirement. Strict!"

The imperial examinations in the Daxing Dynasty were divided into civil examinations and martial arts examinations. The literature academy and the martial arts academy existed side by side.

The Chicheng Academy mentioned by Song Chunhe was an orthodox martial arts academy, generally established for the selection of generals and officers for the Daxing Dynasty.

As the school bell rang, Su Mingjue dragged his heavy steps into the school grounds.

The school grounds after school are deserted and quiet. In the square field, there are wooden racks filled with weapons of various colors placed on the left and right.

Su Mingjue looked around and saw knives, spears, swords, clubs, sticks, whips, maces, hammers, etc., as if he had entered an arsenal.

The archery field is a little in front of the school grounds, with different archery targets placed at different distances.

Master Zhao was too lazy to teach a poor student like him, so he just asked Su Mingjue to lift the bow first.

Su Mingjue picked a bow from the weapon rack nearby and put it in his hand. After holding it for a while, he felt that his hand could accept it.

Su Mingjue felt that she might not be able to get used to it since she couldn't lift it in class before.

There was no point in raising the bow alone. Su Mingjue saw that there was no one around, and no one would laugh at him if he shot poorly. He took out an arrow from the arrow box on the side, stood and bent the bow, aimed at the nearest target in front, and stopped. It took a while before the arrow was shot.

As expected, the first arrow flew out of the bowstring crookedly without any suspense, and then planted on the ground half way from the target.

Su Mingjue felt much better than before in class, at least the arrow flew out.

He took another arrow from the quiver one after another, and bent the bow and stringed it as before. This time the arrow flew farther.

Hearing a "whoosh" sound in the air, Su Mingjue half-squinted her eyes and realized that she had hit the target.

He was so happy that he couldn't help himself, and even ran over to find out.

I didn't expect that a half-skilled person like myself would hit the bull's-eye sometimes.

However, when he reached the bullseye and before he had time to look at it, a joking voice came from behind him, "Don't you think the arrow you shot hit the target?"

Su Mingjue: "..." He looked embarrassed and didn't look back, because that's what he thought.

The man sneered and walked to the middle of the target, pulled out the arrow that hit the target, "I shot this arrow, and your arrow..."

The man paused deliberately and looked towards the school field. Looking at it, he smacked his lips: "It fell when you first shot."

Su Mingjue: "..." He felt a flock of crows flying over his head.

Su Mingjue felt an unprecedented embarrassment coming towards him. He could only smile shamelessly, "Your archery skills are so superb!"

The man sounded a little funny, so he walked up to Su Mingjue's side. In front of me, "I didn't expect that in addition to your handwriting being a mess, your shooting skills are also a mess. I met the little fool again!"

Hearing someone scolding him for being stupid, Su Mingjue raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. He was dressed in black clothes, with an arrow box on his back, phoenix eyes and sword eyebrows, and his hair was fixed with a jade crown. He looked very sophisticated. , exactly the person he met in Wensi Pavilion that day.

Su Mingjue said in a nonchalant tone: "It's you"