The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

In the doorway, there is still a dark piece, there is no figure.

The people on the city wall clearly could not wait.

There was a lot of talk.

It's been so long, and it hasn't come out yet?

Who is this person?

Could it be that Wang Shouren rushed in by himself?

It is in this debate.

In fact, after this cave, countless guards and fifty percent of the soldiers and soldiers guarding here were stunned.

Because what they saw was a lame man.

The lame carries an iron tire bow, and at the same time, he also carries a box. Yes, it is a box, not an arrow pot. In the box, all are arrows, and a spiked arrow shows the feather.

This spiked arrow is particularly thick and heavy, and is specially made for the iron tire bow. The ordinary arrow pot can't hold much, and simply carries the box.

Zhang Yuanxi was a little nervous, he saw a pair of eyes, these people stared at their legs and feet when they looked at themselves.

Faced with these eyes, Zhang Yuanxi couldn't help but feel a little deep in his heart.

This is a kind of despising, skeptical look, which makes Zhang Yuanxi very uncomfortable.

He dragged his legs and continued to hobble.

Every step forward is very slow.

This road is also very long.

When he walked through the doorway, and then, step by step, he looked up and looked at the urn city with four high walls, and above the high wall, there were already vocals, and countless people could not help cheering.

Anyway, he is Daming's shooter.

Subconscious boiling, people applauded one after another.

It is not important whether the skills are inferior to others.

What's important is that people have the courage to compare their Tatars with the best bow horses.

Zhang Yuanxi felt a little dizzy, watching the crowd on the high wall surging and hearing countless cheers, he took a deep breath, and then continued to drag his leg, limping, facing the Tatar five opposite Prince Chishu walked.

The cheers gradually stopped.

It was only then that people found nothing general.

Someone suddenly said: "It's a lame, why is it a lame."

All of a sudden, people were in an uproar.

Many people fear that they haven't seen it carefully enough, and have raised the telescope in their hands.

really

Zhang Yuanxi limped, walking as if it were difficult.

"How can a lame compare with an arrow?"

"Did you make a mistake!"

People looked sympathetically at Zhang Yuanxi in the urn, and behind Zhang Yuanxi, the huge gate began to close slowly.

In the tower, it has become a pot of porridge.

"It's lame." A bureaucrat official shouted.

Isn't it a joke?

Facing the Tatar prince, Daming sent out, but it was just a lame, look at the inconvenience of his legs and feet, so limping stumbled in the urn, like a comic drama.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were calm and relaxed. They looked at each other and were happy.

The show is about to begin.

That rite was still sitting high. In fact, he did not care much about the competition in the urn. After all, he was a civil servant. What are the tricks of these martial artists?

But when everyone heard the word lame in unison, Zhang Sheng's face sank.

The most hated thing in his life is the word lame.

What's wrong with the lame, lame eating your rice?

Send a lame?

Ok? This is a bit of a heart.

This person, Fang Jifan, is quite smart.

Against the Tatar prince, sending a lame to fight, even if it loses, it is also the Tatars' invincibility, and the face is dull. No matter what the final result is, Da Mingzhong has kept decent.

If it is a fluke victory.

No, if you want to send Fang Jifan's intention to send the lame, you have no plans to win.

No, no, this is the minutiae. In short, the face of Daming is important.

But, where did you find this lame man?

Zhang Sheng said, taking out the telescope unhurriedly. When his eyes fell on Zhang Yuanxi, Zhang Sheng's modest smile suddenly solidified. He took a deep breath, looked around, and his inner mania could not calm down for a long time.

Zhang Sheng felt that he was wrong.

After the lens of the telescope, his pupils began to dilate, and finally determined.

It is his son.

The telescope snapped and fell to the ground.

The lens shattered.

Zhang Sheng shuddered, his face green.

An official said: "Zhang Butang, Zhang Butang, what's wrong, Zhang Butang, you talk."

Looking at Zhang Sheng, who was stiff, everyone came up and expressed concern.

"Poke Damn!" Zhang Sheng shouted: "That's my son, that's my son, come here, stop quickly, open the door, send a rider, and save my son!"

Zhang Sheng said that the man was rushing towards the women's wall, his legs had been put on the wall, and he almost had to turn over the women's wall and jump from the wall.

This towering city wall, once leaped, will be crushed.

Fortunately, there are a lot of people here, and everyone is busy with him.

Zhang Sheng could n’t be respected anymore, he rode on the female wall and shouted, “Save people, save people, Fang Jifan, you lack morals, you do n’t lack morals, where am I offended, I am such a son, I made What's wrong, hurry up, hurry down to save people, if you don't save people, it's too late! "

At this time, everyone stared at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's face was as usual, and nothing seemed to hang up.

This

It is indeed a bit wicked.

Even if Zhang Butang offends you, it won't be so. It ’s just such a son. Do you want to make a man? This is too unreasonable.

Zhang Sheng then burst into tears.

But when Abhua saw it, his face was ashen.

Actually sent a lame.

This is the fifth prince, our Tatar archer, the son of the great Khan, who was favored by Changsheng Tian, ​​and the other party sent only a lame to humiliate the fifth prince.

In his eyes, there was a sharp edge.

This is a shame.

It is a shame.

The corner of his mouth slightly raised, showing an inadvertent smile. If that was the case, then he would be even more polite. This lame man must die.

On the other side, Zhang Sheng was crying, he was pulled down from the female wall, but he was crying and dying, hammering his heart: "Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan"

Under the city.

Zhang Yuanxi was not affected by anything, he stood still. Looking far ahead.

Right in front of him, the five crown princes red surgery, about 300 steps away from him, this distance is very suitable.

The most important thing is that here is the urn city, with high walls on all sides, so there is no wind.

He breathed evenly and lowered the arrow box.

Opposite him, the fifth prince Chishu also seemed to feel something strange. At first he didn't care. After all, it was far apart. For Chishu, no matter who the opponent is, it doesn't matter.

He is a Tatar God shooter, and he can make a hundred hits with one hundred and eighty steps. Even his father Khan often praises himself.

You know, an ordinary shooter can qualify within 100 steps.

But slowly, Chishu narrowed his eyes and tried very hard to observe, only to find that the opposite side was indeed a lame man.

Suddenly, Chishu was furious.

shameful!

mean!

Is this a deliberate use of this method to humiliate our Tatars?

it is good!

He began to move forward slowly, his eyes burst into anger.

Today, let people taste his power, and what about the lame, kill it first.

He walked fast.

but

In three hundred and fifty steps.

Zhang Yuanxi, with a calm face, exhaled.

Then he took a spiked arrow from the arrow box.

In this life, although he was a son of Shang Li, he was unknown.

This is an opportunity.

He wants to prove to the people of the world that he also has a name, instead of being called only the son of the Zhang family.

Everything is familiar, the mace arrow is in hand, and then, the bow is bent and the arrow string is full, reaching the extreme.

Suddenly, the noisy city wall calmed down.

Actually, this time he started shooting.

But anyone who knows a little about bows and arrows still knows that this distance, even if it is an excellent archer, with the best bow and arrow, barely, this arrow can shoot 350 steps, but when the 350 The arrow has reached the end of a strong crossbow, and it has no strength at all. Moreover, this distance, the accuracy of the arrow, will drop sharply. The arrow that has lost its strength will not make any sense.

People are used to shooting arrows within a hundred steps, and further away, they will completely lose the penetrating power of the quasi-head and arrows.

He can't shoot arrows at this lame?

Deep down in people's hearts, they couldn't help but express disappointment.

On the opposite side, Chishu seems to have noticed the same thing.

It's really not overwhelming.

He continued to carry the bow and moved forward slowly.

And Zhang Yuanxi's face was calm, and every muscle in his body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was matched with a long bow in his hand, and a pair of eyes had stared at the target. The target was just a dark shadow. Just as big as an arm, Zhang Yuanxi has not known how many times such a target can be used as a target to shoot.

His heart was like water, and then, with a thump, a bowstring wound with beef tendons and gold wire made a puffy sound.

The spiked arrow was shot like a shooting star.

He shot.

Countless people exclaimed.

How can you shoot at this distance?

It's just a joke.

The spiked arrow spun wildly in the air, pierced the void, and hurried towards the target. The arrows clustered in the sun, shining with cold rays.

On the city tower, Zhang Sheng was no longer crying and noisy. His eyes widened, almost lying on the female wall. With all his breath holding, he also held his breath. His eyes quickly caught the spiked arrow. .

The mace arrow exceeds a hundred steps

However, its power is unabated, and the great force brought by the spin is breaking the wind forward.

Two hundred steps!

The spiked arrows and stone after the two hundred steps were shocking.

In the end, with a cry, at these three hundred and thirty-three steps, Chishu's stature came out, and he showed an incredible look.

Thank you for the 44th leader of Chi Xi Ti. Here, I am extremely grateful. As everyone knows, eating a classmate looks at its reader name, he knows that he is a person who has not yet escaped from low-level fun, but it uses the unpretentious reader name, I have punished and spurred some indescribable social phenomena at present, just like Mr. Lu Xun ’s thought-provoking words that were not hard to write when they were not written, revealing the evil of human nature. More, fight for six more tomorrow.

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