Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Chi Shu was like a dead dog, lying in a pool of blood.

Nine consecutive shots.

He couldn't believe that he was a lame man.

This is hardly something the average person can do.

He remembered that when he was young, he taught his father Khan about the history of the origin of the Tatars. His father Khan told him that they were the descendants of Genghis Khan, the descendants of the Yuan Dynasty, and the successors of the Golden Tent. Another sharpshooter, this man is called Jebe, he can shoot nine arrows in a row and hit a hundred hits.

Chiju has always believed that this is just a distant story, word of mouth will inevitably be exaggerated, because he does not believe that one person can achieve nine consecutive shots.

But now, he saw it.

Because, this person shot nine arrows at him in an instant, without stopping, and each of these spiked arrows stuck in his body is proof.

He wanted to laugh out loud, how ridiculous, such a marksman appeared in the Central Plains, and was controlled by a lame man, but when he laughed, he started coughing, coughing up blood, bright red blood, with all his pride and self-esteem , dripping in the mud.

He knew that it was over, it was over.

The golden family has few descendants, and his own father, Khan, has restored the glory of his ancestors.

But... his descendants were all killed, only him was left, and he... would also die.

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Zhang Yuanxi walked towards Chiju step by step. He limped and walked, which was very funny. The iron boots did not fit well. In addition, he had just fired nine arrows in a row, which made his body a little weak, so that now the tiger's mouth was a little bit release.

Every step is very difficult.

But now, there is no more laughing at his legs.

On this city wall, no one made a sound, and countless telescopes focused on him.

Zhang Yuanxi was a little tired after leaving, but he is a person who will persevere to the end. He told himself over and over again that his uncle has a brain disease, and if he can become a great person, so can I, I can, I will definitely be able to, in this world , there is nothing that can bother uncle, then, there is nothing that can bother me.

Finally, it was in front of Chiju.

Chiju gasped for air, like a lion about to die, he fell on his back to the ground, his body was stained red with blood, and the arrows on his body made him ridiculous. He saw the man who shot nine shots in a row.

The man walked up to him with difficulty, then bowed his head and frowned.

This is humiliation, naked humiliation.

Even if he was about to die, he would humiliate himself.

The angry Chiju was convulsed, his body was twitching, he began to return to the light, and he didn't know where the strength came from, he tried his best to struggle, but it didn't work, the injury was too serious, the bones all over his body were smashed in many places, even if he returned to the light, The shattered bones cannot be spliced ​​together.

"You..." Chi Shu spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his mouth.

Zhang Yuanxi ignored him.

A piece of paper was taken out.

"What is he doing?" Chi Zhu was even more indignant. At first, he thought that this person would come to insult him, but what did he do with the paper?

This is a very ordinary piece of paper with a human figure drawn on it.

Then Zhang Yuanxi took out the charcoal pencil very seriously.

After that, he lowered his body and began to inspect each arrow shaft. There are numbers on the arrow shafts, which are arranged as 'A', 'B', 'C', and 'D' respectively.

Zhang Yuanxi did not find the spiked arrow numbered 'A', so he couldn't help sighing: "The first arrow seems to have completely missed."

Then, he wrote a character A on the white paper outside the human body, and typed an x ​​on the character A.

Then, he found the second arrow, this arrow was powerful, it hit Chiju's thigh.

Zhang Yuanxi carefully followed the shaft of the arrow, touched the place where the arrow cluster entered the flesh, and shook it.

Chiju wailed like a pig being killed.

Ignored Chi Shu's wailing.

Zhang Yuanxi pressed the arrow cluster into the muscles near his thigh: "Is this the place where you hit it for the first time?"

"I'm going to kill... kill..." Chi Zhu's mouth was full of blood, and his body began to twitch.

Zhang Yuanxi confirmed Chiju's gaze, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong. He lowered his head and marked the position of the figure on the white paper with a charcoal pen, that is, the direction of the thigh.

The second arrow hit the thigh.

Back then, there was no wind, the bowstring was fully drawn, and it was a little far from the position of the heart. Zhang Yuanxi looked at the mark and thought to himself, if the height of the back shot was a little higher at that time, maybe the arrow could stab the heart. .

Myself...after all, I am still inexperienced.

He began to look for the second arrow. The shoulder bone of the arrow was broken, but the penetration was not enough. He marked the shoulder of the villain in the painting and wrote it down.

Zhang Yuanxi is a cripple, and the cripple is locked in his own world every day, so he naturally found a way to make himself better. For example, this time he shot nine arrows, and the hit rate was eight arrows. Every position must be marked. In the future, in a windless environment, you can review it.

The most important thing is to find that feeling. When shooting an arrow alone, it is useless to rely on aiming. Especially for moving targets, the bow and arrow must be united. Picking up the bow, seeing the target, you can quickly feel the arrows of your own

When shot, it will hit his location.

This is a wonderful experience.

But this kind of experience needs to be strengthened, but it is necessary to study the gains and losses of each archery.

As for Chiju who was twitching and bleeding all over the ground...

Oh, my uncle and teacher said, this is a bad guy, shooting him is like shooting a rabbit, he is just a target.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanxi was only thinking about the gains and losses of archery just now, like an idiot.

When he lowered his head and drew a picture, as if he had some insight and experience, he got up, feeling ashamed and angry.

I... I am the son of the Great Khan.

He is a direct descendant of the Golden Family.

It's the fifth prince!

I am not an ant.

He exerted all his strength: "You...what's your name?"

Zhang Yuanxi thought for a while: "I won't tell you!"

"..." Chiju began to vomit blood again.

Zhang Yuanxi said: "Uncle said, I am a secret weapon, in front of the enemy, you must not show it to others..."

"..." Chiju uttered a final roar unwillingly. In the end, he tilted his neck and opened his eyes unwillingly. He...will not rest in peace!

Zhang Yuanxi exhaled, ignored Chi Shu, and limped... towards the gate of the inner city.

At this time, people reacted, and the city was already full of cheers.

On the tower, Zhang Sheng looked at his son in disbelief, he was a little dizzy, is this his son? Yeah?

He grabbed the skirt of an official from the Ministry of Rites beside him: "Is he Zhang Yuanxi? Is it Zhang Yuanxi? Is that so?"

The official couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't know, I haven't seen it, but just now Zhang Butang said...this is your son, come to think...he is really your son."

my son……

Zhang Sheng trembled.

My son, is a marksman?

This Tatar sharpshooter was completely powerless in front of him.

It's like a big man beating a weak chicken!

Zhu Houzhao jumped up for joy: "This is my disciple, his name is Zhang Yuanxi!"

Fang Jifan was overjoyed.

Actually...At first, Fang Jifan was still worried.

I feel ashamed to send someone to die.

If this is not careful, the game is messed up, and the person dies, I am afraid that I will feel very uncomfortable in my heart, at least I will not think about eating and drinking, and I will definitely lose a few dollars.

This piece of Yuanxi did not disappoint him.

This guy...was born to be a shooter. In the city tower, there are already voices.

The time to decide the outcome is actually only a moment, but after a moment, there will be nine consecutive shots, which is a crushing victory, which is extremely exciting.

Zhang Sheng has been crying excitedly: "My son is not dead, my son can also shoot arrows, why didn't I know at the beginning."

He was so excited that he wanted to jump off the tower.

Everyone hugged him, and with great difficulty, he was calmed down.

At this time, someone had already picked up Zhang Yuanxi and went up to the gate tower.

As soon as the great hero went up the tower, the cheers stopped.

Everyone looked at this crippled guy curiously. Everyone dared not underestimate him, with respect in their eyes.

Even if the cripple can do this, there are many people in the world with intact hands and feet, but they can't stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Father..." Upon seeing Zhang Sheng, Zhang Yuanxi looked stunned, and he hurriedly knelt down on the ground.

Zhang Sheng's eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, countless people looked at him enviously.

I... gave birth to a good son.

"You...how did you learn archery?"

"It's my master, he taught me carefully, and I learned from him."

"Master, which one is your master?" Zhang Sheng was at a loss. Although Zhu Houzhao had yelled many times, in fact, people didn't take Zhu Houzhao's words to heart. After all... this guy is used to talking nonsense.

Zhu Houzhao was already in the crowd, with his hips crossed.

In fact, he was too excited, and his akimbo movement was not standardized enough.

Fang Jifan frowned, this movement is so familiar. How is it like the guy in the TV commercials who yelled 'kidney overdrawn' every day in his previous life?

"It's Ben Gong!" Zhu Houzhao blushed excitedly: "Ben Gong saw that he was so pure and strong, and a child could be taught, so I taught him a few hands at will. Half archery, um...Yuanxi, you're not bad at archery, you have to work hard in the future."

25%...

Fang Jifan's body shook.

Fuck...His Royal Highness, he is a fellow. He is so particular about bragging. Look at others, adding one and a half to the end of 20%, which is equivalent to adding a decimal point in later generations.

Zhang Sheng, whose eyes were full of tears, was shocked instantly. His son was actually the crown prince's favorite student. When... when did this happen.

Then, without hesitation, Zhang Sheng prostrated himself on the ground, bowing down to Zhu Houzhao excitedly.

"His Royal Highness, great kindness and great virtue, I will never forget it!"

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