Crossing Over I Became a Married Peasant Woman

The distance is a little far away, and the saint is not very clear about his appearance, but he can only see that he is tall and straight on the horse.

But thinking of the surname Zhou, and it was worth Taisun's personal reminder to him, he couldn't help but look at Zhou Cheng, who was sitting upright not far away.

Taisun followed the saint's gaze and said with a smile: "Grandpa Huang guessed right, the young man in the field is the eldest son of General Zhou."

"Oh?"

"Hit! I hit the bullseye again. This is the fourth time I have hit the bullseye."

The prince sitting next to him smiled and reminded again.

The saint also laughed immediately, "Zhou Cheng's eldest son is not bad! Finally, there is one who can catch the eye."

"Grandpa Huang, grandson thinks he will definitely hit the bull's-eye with six arrows!"

"So optimistic about him?"

"Well, my grandson has been in contact with him a few times before. At that time, although he was young and had some fun, his martial arts skills were still very good. Moreover, he followed General Zhou to the frontier and went to the East Rong battlefield last year. Military merit."

The sage's interest was immediately aroused by Taisun. He was really looking forward to Zhou Cheng's eldest son being able to shoot the first six bullseyes!

"Middle, hit again!"

The generals in the field were immediately excited. If they were asked to ride and shoot, they would definitely have no problem shooting six arrows, but they might not be able to hit the bullseye with the arrows!

After all, inches are long and feet are short!

"Lao Tzu's,

Whose young man is this? It's really good! "

"Yeah, I've hit the bullseye with five arrows in a row, and I'm just short of the last arrow. I'm really looking forward to it!"

Zhou Cheng was also extremely satisfied, and there was a smile in his eyes.

There was only the last arrow left, Zhou Yong was already sweating on his forehead, the horse under his crotch was trotting, his hand full of bowstrings shot the last arrow steadily, and he lost his strength in an instant, and he almost lost his grip. bow.

He held the bow tightly, looked at the arrows flying fast, and his heart tightened. He stared at the target without blinking until he hit the red heart!

"middle!"

There was an uproar in the field, and he excitedly raised his bow above his head, riding his horse and looking at his father with a smile.

Zhou Cheng smiled and nodded to him! Rarely so kind!

The sage also said with satisfaction: "This son is not bad, Zhou Aiqing is very good at raising his son!"

At this time, the generals present also realized that the first boy with six bullseyes turned out to be Zhou Cheng's eldest son!

Zhou Cheng stood up and cupped his hands and said, "The saint has won awards. It's also because he likes to dance with knives and guns. The master leads the door and the cultivation depends on the individual. This is the result of his own hard training and has little to do with the minister!"

"Hey, Aiqing doesn't have to be humble, a tiger father has no dog son, I am very optimistic about your eldest son!"

"Thank you for the love of the heavy dog!"

After Zhou Cheng sat down again, the colleagues who fought side by side all smiled and congratulated him and praised his son.

He politely replied, "Don't dare, don't dare, there are still a few rounds to come..."

"I heard that you took your eldest son to the Liaodong border last year?"

"It seems that you were sent to the military camp when you came back?"

"What a brave good boy..."

After Zhou Cheng replied a few words, when the next teenager came on stage, everyone kept silent and focused on the center of the field again.

This young man is also very good. After hitting the bullseye with the first three arrows, it also attracted the interest of everyone present.

It's just that I might get nervous later, and the fourth arrow missed the bullseye and deviates a bit. Perhaps because of this, the originally good mentality also collapsed, the fourth arrow only hit the edge, and the fifth arrow missed the target.

The onlookers were full of regrets, it turned out that everyone was still very optimistic.

It can be seen that the psychological endurance is still not enough.

But no wonder he, these young men are not very old. They compete in front of the imperial court and civil and military officials. They are not as good as teaching at home. It is inevitable to be nervous, and it is normal to make mistakes, so the qualifications are also set. Be looser.

It is precisely because of this that Zhou Yong's six-center bullseye is invaluable. The half-year in the border and the military for half a year has brought him the harvest, which has also directly opened the distance between him and others.

The many teenagers who came on stage also seemed to be very unremarkable. Everyone seemed to have eaten a big meal, and they didn't feel much about the porridge and side dishes.

This also makes Zhou Yong have a firm mind and is not affected by external things.

But there were exceptions. There were more than 100 teenagers in total, and at the end of the countdown to a dozen or so, another teenager with six bulls-eyes appeared.

Everyone was excited again, and they were already a little tired from vision, but suddenly they regained their spirits.

"Whose family does this boy belong to? It's the same as General Zhou's eldest son."

"Not bad, there are actually two people who hit six bullseyes in a row."

"I just heard that the name is Li Xiangyu, right?"

General Li said proudly, "This is my youngest son!"

"Oh? Not bad, not bad."

The sage's praise made General Li fight another wave of chicken blood.

The prince also praised: "There are more than a dozen people who even hit the five bullseyes in the field, but the last arrow is not easy to shoot. It is not that everyone has no ability to hit the sixth bullseye, or they are too thoughtful. "

"Yeah, these are young men who haven't done anything. It's really good to be able to withstand the pressure."

Li Xiangyu looked at the audience seat in high spirits, and rode his horse back to the starting point.

Zhou Yong punched him with a bright smile, "Good guy, you can actually hit the six bullseye, congratulations!"

He laughed, "Happy and happy, I didn't expect it. It's pure luck. It's not that everyone doesn't have this ability, it's just bad luck."

Others are also very annoyed. If there are not so many people watching and there is no pressure, there will definitely be more than a dozen people who hit the six bulls-eyes.

Everyone congratulated each other and praised each other, only to hear the Yulin army commander announce again.

"The first round is over, eleven people are eliminated..."

"The second round is on! In the second round of step shots, five of the nine arrows are combined! Ten people are in groups, and they are divided into nine groups."

Zhou Yong was ranked tenth in the first round, and this time he was directly in the first group.

He doesn't care where he ranks, anyway, he wants to compete, but the first group is better and can get more attention, so as not to watch too much and get tired of eyesight.

Walking on foot is not much easier than riding on horseback. The targets for walking on foot are movable, and the soldiers carry ten targets to move, and the teenagers in the competition shoot casually with nine arrows.

Nine in five, pass!

After waiting for a while, the waiter took the list and called the names in sequence.

When Zhou Yong heard his name, he went out to get his own bow and arrows. Each of the nine bows and arrows in the quiver was marked with his name.

In case ten people shoot together, the arrows are confused and the results cannot be counted.

Holding the bow and arrows on his back, he glanced in the direction of the saint and his father. After showing a bright smile, he walked steadily towards the middle of the field.

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