HCB Chapter 318 Flowing Clouds and Flowing Waters
Chapter 318 Flowing Clouds and Flowing Waters
The Prime Minister's Mansion was indeed a large and powerful mansion. Soon, the bows and arrows and quivers used in the competition were brought up. To be fair, each person had a bow and a corresponding target.
They lined up in order, with Li Xiaoxiao standing on the far right, followed by Si Chengxu, then Gu Feiyan, and finally Nie Junfeng.
"Everyone, friendship comes first and competition comes second. Everything is ready. Who will go first?" Cheng Kun said this while his eyes were always on Li Xiaoxiao, who looked so pretty no matter how he looked at her.
He was looking intently when suddenly Si Chengxu took a step back for some reason, blocking his view completely.
Cheng Kun was annoyed, but both sides were full of people and he couldn't move, so he could only let out a long sigh.
"Let me go first." The speaker was Nie Junfeng. He took a step forward with his head held high, looking very excited. He gave Li Xiaoxiao a proud look.
It seemed as if he was saying, wait for the silver, defeated general. Then he reached out to raise the bow and arrow, grabbed the bow and arrow and tried to lift it up, but he couldn't lift it up.
At this time, he was surrounded by a circle of people, who were stunned by his actions. Nie Junfeng felt the strange looks from others and looked a little embarrassed.
He grabbed the bow and arrow again and pulled it up with all his strength. Although he was an adult man, he had been obsessed with women for many years and his body had been hollowed out. He did not have much strength at all.
Fortunately, he lifted it up this time, but if you look closely, his hands were shaking slightly. In front of so many people, Nie Junfeng was a man who cared about his reputation and he must not lose face.
I just don’t know why the bows and arrows in the Prime Minister’s Mansion are so heavy. They are different from the ones he usually uses. Not only are they heavy, but the bows and arrows are also very large.
Nie Junfeng looked at the bows and arrows of the three of them in confusion, and only felt relieved when he saw that they were exactly the same as his own. If he couldn't lift them, then they wouldn't be able to either.
He held the bow and arrow with one hand with difficulty, and with the other hand put the arrow on the bow. He used all his strength to pull the bowstring, raised the bow and arrow to the level of his shoulder, bent over, aimed, and finally released the bowstring.
The arrow in his hand flew straight forward, but the speed was not fast. Everyone's eyes were on it, and it was getting slower and slower, until it fell to the ground about one meter away from the arrow rake.
"How is this possible?" Nie Junfeng exclaimed. Even though the bow and arrow was a little heavy, it was impossible for it to miss the target.
But if he didn't hit the target, he didn't hit the target. Everyone was watching, so he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to.
According to the regulations, each person has three chances. Nie Junfeng calmed himself down and thought, "Mistake, mistake. I must have been too careless just now. He will definitely hit the target if he tries again."
After the first experience, I felt much more comfortable with the bow and arrow the second time. I didn’t dare to be careless this time. I didn’t hit the target with the first arrow. I wonder if it will leave a bad impression on Miss Cheng?
This time he first got into position, then raised the bow, pulled the bow, put the arrow on it, aimed, aimed, and aimed again. After making sure it was correct, he pulled the bow to its full length, and finally released the bowstring sharply.
The sword arrow flew straight forward, and it seemed to be much faster than before. It should not be a problem to hit the target.
In an instant, the bow and arrow were firmly stuck on the target, but not in the center, but two centimeters to the right.
Everyone thought he was great at swordsmanship, but it seems like he's just so-so.
Nie Junfeng felt the strange looks from the people around him and coughed unconsciously. He was obviously lacking in confidence, but he still said stubbornly: "I still have one arrow, and I will definitely hit it this time."
No one spoke, everyone was watching his next step quietly. Nie Junfeng didn't know when a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body, and the sweat stuck to his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.
Everyone was looking at him. Even if he felt uncomfortable, he had to shoot the arrow. He felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart and it was difficult to breathe.
He loosened and tightened his fingers, loosened and tightened them again, repeating this several times. Finally, he held the bow and arrow in his hand with a stiff movement, secretly cheering himself up in his heart.
Don't be nervous, you can't lose, you absolutely can't lose. If you lose, you will have to take out two thousand taels of silver. That's two thousand taels. If his father finds out, he will beat him half to death.
"Master Nie, hurry up, we are all waiting here."
"Nie Junfeng, are you afraid? I don't know if it's too late to admit defeat now."
"You can't admit defeat. You are the eldest son of Marquis Dingguo. If you admit defeat, we will look down on you."
Seeing that Nie Junfeng had been dawdling there for a long time, someone couldn't help but urge him on, with a teasing tone in every word, which made Nie Junfeng even more nervous.
Things have come to this point, there is no way to turn back, and he can only go ahead with it. Nie Junfeng gritted his teeth and assumed a proper posture.
The sword in his hand was once again level with his shoulder. He carefully recalled in his mind the professional knowledge that his teacher had taught him when he was practicing archery before. He thought about it over and over again, and finally opened his eyes and put the bow and arrow on it.
The last arrow was finally shot. I don’t know if it was because he was too nervous or for some other reason, but this arrow also hit the target, but it was in the outermost circle, just a little bit away from going outside.
It can be said that the results were not ideal. Nie Junfeng was so annoyed that he just wanted to hit someone, but he could only think about it. His face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. Seeing him like this, no one dared to say a word.
Nie Junfeng had shot all three arrows, and Gu Feiyan stood up, the meaning of which was self-evident.
The bows and arrows prepared by the Prime Minister's Mansion are really heavy. It can be seen from Nie Junfeng's expression. He wonders if a weak scholar like Gu Feiyan can lift the bow and arrow?
Gu Feiyan walked over to the place where the bow and arrow were placed, looked at the bow and arrow casually, and then looked at the target in the distance.
He raised the bow and arrow in one go, and it didn't seem to be difficult. Could it be that the two bows were different? Then why did Nie Junfeng seem to be struggling so much? He didn't even hit the target with his first arrow.
But these four bows and arrows looked exactly the same, and everyone suddenly realized that it might be because Nie Junfeng was so exhausted by the beauty that he had no strength left, so he even had difficulty picking up a bow and arrow.
When they looked at Nie Junfeng again, their eyes changed. Nie Junfeng had no idea what they were thinking. He stared at the bow and arrow in Gu Feiyan's hand without blinking, and prayed to God not to hit him, never hit him.
He was just a young master of the Marquis's Mansion, how could God listen to him? Gu Feiyan raised the bow and arrow, aimed at the target, and saw the arrow shot out with a whoosh, and in the blink of an eye it was firmly nailed on the target, and hit the center of the bull's eye.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Gu Feiyan moved smoothly, shooting the second arrow, then the third arrow, without even a pause in between.