After seeing off Liu Ling and others, Mama Liang invited the enthusiastic neighbors to the house, intentionally or unintentionally showing the generous gifts Liu Ling sent, which caused a lot of praise. Liang Xiao felt a little embarrassed and pulled Tu Niuer, who was flying in spit, to the side.

"That guy is vomiting blood." Tu Niuer patted his chest and said, "If he didn't vomit blood, I'll beat myself to vomit blood."

"Okay, okay." Liang Xiao interrupted Tu Niuer's bragging. "Do you know who knows the etiquette nearby?"

"Real? My fist is reasonable." Tu Niuer widened her eyes and looked at herself. "Who is asking for trouble for you?"

"Get out! I mean the archer. Didn't you hear the archer around Hu Lai say? He wants to invite me to participate in the archer. The archer is not just about archery, but also has a lot of etiquette. If you don't know the ritual, it's useless to shoot accurately."

"This ceremony." Tu Niuer touched his head embarrassedly. "There are poor people around here. At most, they can participate in the club festival and share some wine and meat. No one has ever participated in the archery ceremony. It is something that only serious people who have read books can do. How can we understand this?"

Liang Xiao was also a little troubled. When I was reading the information in the past, why didn’t I pay attention to it? I knew a little about major events, but once I got the details, I would be blind. Tu Niuer was right. The escalating etiquette was not something that ordinary people could access. It was originally the patent of the children of nobles.

The learning of the children of aristocrats in ancient times was divided into two levels: one was specific skills, which was often called the Six Arts - Li, Music, Shooting and Book Number, and the other was to refer to high-level culture, that is, the six classics - "The Book of Changes", "Poetry", "Book of History", "Rites", "Music", and "Spring and Autumn". Shooting ritual belongs to the second level of "Li", and compared to simple archery, archery ritual pays more attention to etiquette, rather than the first-level archery ritual emphasizes precision.

By the Han Dynasty, the original aristocrats had disappeared. Everyone could carry a bow and learn to archery, but not everyone had the opportunity to come into contact with the archery ceremony. Especially after the Qin Dynasty burned books, the inheritance of folk culture was difficult, and ordinary people had no chance to learn.

Liang Xiao was unwilling to give up. Seeing that my mother was still receiving the neighbors, he pulled Tu Niuer out and came to the stone to find Zhongliqi.

As soon as they met, Zhongliqi laughed. He had heard of Liang Xiao's reputation among the young men of Guangling, and was happy for Liang Xiao, thinking that Huan Jun was not wrong. He heard that Liang Xiao rejected Liu Ling's invitation, and he was even more satisfied and praised Liang Xiao for being knowledgeable. However, he also knew nothing about the archery ceremony.

"You don't have to worry. Huan Jun is not only skilled in shooting skills, but also proficient in shooting skills. He will teach you when he comes back. You are still practicing shooting skills in peace now. Although shooting skills are important, when you arrive on the battlefield, you still have to see if you are shooting accurately."

"Uncle Zhongli, where has my master been? Why are you back?"

"I don't know where to go. Time is as fast as ten days, and slow as hundred days. If you complete the foundation building, he will teach you how to practice archery when he comes back."

Liang Xiao's heart moved. Liu Ling said that he would come back three months later, and it happened to be close to Huan Jun's time to come back. Could it be that Liu Ling was going to meet me, but Huan Jun? With this idea, Liang Xiao returned to meet Liu Ling, and Liu Ling seemed to be very interested in the east wing where Huan Jun lived.

"Uncle Zhongli, does my master have any relationship with the King of Huainan?"

"I don't know." Zhong Liqi smiled and changed the subject. "Niu'er, the injury is healed. Should I practice martial arts?"

"Okay, okay." Tu Niuer was so excited that he rubbed his hands and looked flattering. "Master, when did you start teaching me?"

"Start now." Zhongliqi looked at the sky. "Come with me, I've prepared some things for you."

Tu Niuer followed Zhongliqi happily and walked in, but Liang Xiao did not follow. He could see that Zhongliqi did not tell the truth. Huanjun and the King of Huainan must have had an intersection, and he must have known it, but he just refused to say it.

Damn, I was proud for a long time. It turned out that Huan Jun was Liu Ling’s target. I am the gift I gave for phone bills.

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Tu Niuer started practicing martial arts with Zhongliqi. Every day, he was abused like a dog by Zhongliqi. When he saw Liang Xiao, he stuck out his tongue and was so envious of Liang Xiao's treatment that he could not leave the door all day, so his eyes turned red.

Liang Xiao didn't have to practice boxing and kicking every day like Tu Niuer. He was still practicing the bow-drawing movements most of the time. After that experience, he was more attentive to practice and almost always pondered. After more than a month of careful practice, the heat flow on his waist became more and more obvious. Every time he opened the bow, the heat flow went straight to his fingertips, and every finger swelled slightly.

Except for some young men who came here, Liu Ling did not appear again, and even the thunder quilt did not appear once. Although he didn't want to have any relationship with the King of Huainan and never expected to have any revolutionary friendships that transcend the class, Liang Xiao felt a little uncomfortable with just a gift from him. However, he also knew that his strength was indeed not worthy of Liu Ling's eyes, and only Huan Jun was worthy of Liu Ling's presence.

Without strength, there is no dignity. If you want to have face, you must first enrich yourself. Only the strong are qualified to choose, while the weak may not even be qualified to be chosen.

Stimulated by the indescribable and unknown emotions, Liang Xiao became more and more diligent. He almost stayed up and practiced drawing the bow except for eating and sleeping. Gradually, he seemed to feel like "sitting, lying, walking, and not leaving the bow". His whole body was like a bow, ready to launch at any time.

Liang Magazine saw Liang Xiao’s infatuated practice and was happy in her heart. She spent longer every day weaving brocades, and the sound of the loom was lighter. Occasionally, she could hear her singing songs softly.

As summer comes, the weather is getting hot and the chickens don’t lay eggs. Liang Xiao is committed to ejaculation and has no time to ejaculate. Mama Liang takes some of the gifts sent by Liu Ling, exchanges them for money, and goes to the city to cut meat every day to improve food and strengthen nutrition for Liang Xiao. For the people in Qingyun, having meat every day, even if it’s just a small bowl, is undoubtedly an extremely luxurious style. However, this matter fell on the head of the little famous Liang Xiao, so no one said anything.

As Liang Xiao’s best friend, Tu Niuer comes to eat almost every day. Every time he eats full, Tu Niuer will throw away the pain of the whole day, keep his greasy mouth and go home swayingly. The next day, he will go to Zhongliqi to find him.

When the hot summer finally passed, and the first autumn rain fell, Huan Jun appeared in front of Liang Xiao.

"Master." Liang Xiao greeted him, bowed, and his body was like a bow.

Huan Jun looked at Liang Xiao, his eyes shrank, and a hint of joy flashed through his eyes, and then he returned to calm. He threw the bag on his shoulder to Liang Xiao, leaned on his crutches, walked to the west wing, and bowed to the greeting Mama Liang.

Mama Liang returned the greeting. The two of them said a few words and bowed again. Mama Liang retreated back to the west wing room, while Huan Jun took two steps back and turned back to the east wing room where he lived. Liang Xiao did not dare to be negligent, so he rushed up and opened the door for Mr. Huan Jun, sat down, and fetched water to wait for Mr. Huan Jun to wash.

While Liang Xiao was busy, Huan Jun sat motionless on the mat. Although he was dusty and exhausted, he was inviolable, but his eyes were always on Liang Xiao and he never left him for a moment.

After washing his face and drinking a few sips of water, Huan Jun reached out to signal Liang Xiao to take his seat.

"A Xiao, do you know who Liu Ling is?"

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Chapter completed!