Yuan Biao had a leather pocket and a quiver at his feet. Zhu Da was used to seeing the arrows Zhou Qingyun used, and found that the arrows in the quiver pot in front of him were shorter. While he was thinking about it, the old man opened the leather pocket and took out a bow from it.

This bow is also very different from the bow used by Zhou Qingyun. According to Xiang Bo, Zhou Qingyun used it as a standard long bow in the Ming army. The bow arm bow string looks slender overall, and the curve of the bow arm is relatively small. However, the one taken out by Yuan Biao is different. The curve of the bow arm is very large, almost in a semicircle shape, and the length is less than two-thirds of the Ming bow used by Zhou Qingyun, and it is much thicker.

"In the future, you will need to use this bow and the one you bring. You can't be vague if you practice half or half of the bow." Yuan Biao said, and handed the bow to Zhou Qingyun while speaking.

After taking it, Zhou Qingyun subconsciously pulled the bowstring down, but his brows frowned, which made Zhu Da very surprised. Before he could ask, the other party handed the bow over and said, "You try."

Zhu Da is not a good shooting technique now, but he can still do basic bow-drawing. He has tried Zhou Qingyun's bow many times. After taking this bow, he straightened his posture. As soon as he exerted his force, he knew why the other party frowned. The strength required to open this bow is much larger than the original longbow.

"This bow is as full as possible. Seven points are considered large, and you can shoot arrows with five points."

"Master Yuan, this bow may not be shot far, right?"

When he was outside, Zhou Qingyun didn't talk much, so he rarely asked a question because he practiced shooting skills since he was a child and became more familiar with bows and arrows.

"It's not too far. If you half-open the bow, you can shoot more than twenty steps." Yuan Biao replied with a smile.

Zhou Qingyun shook his head, and Zhu Da was also surprised. The Ming bow used by Zhou Qingyun could shoot fifty steps with a seven-point opening, and the full eighty steps would be more than 80 steps. This is to shoot arrows so far. The greater the range, the better. More than 20 steps would be too close.

The old man could see the young people's surprise: "Your military bow can shoot two arrows, this bow can shoot three arrows, and you can shoot five arrows when you meet an experienced person."

Seeing that Zhu Da and the others were still a little confused, Yuan Biao said again: "The military bow is a confrontation between soldiers and horses, and they are shooting in a row. Just shoot the arrows at the enemy. If the arrow falls, they can kill people. There is no way to think about it. Another way is to set up a posture and aim at it, and you can kill people as far as you go, but practice martial arts fighting, how many times can you go to the battlefield and experience a big battle, and how many times can you set up a posture and aim at it and shoot?"

Before Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun could answer, the old man bent over and pulled an arrow out of the quiver, and shot it out. Yuan Biao kept moving, leaning over to take the arrow and fired it. He only heard the buzzing bow strings, which made people dazzled. When he stopped here, he inserted a few arrows on the ground thirty steps away, nailing them to the palm-sized area.

The movements are the most intuitive. When the old man shot a few arrows, even Zhu Da, who doesn't know much about shooting skills, would understand the difference. If Zhou Qingyun's Ming Bow is used, there is no way to shoot these arrows in such a short time. Yuan Biao will always open the bow every time, but the speed and strength of the left-string arrow can be guaranteed, but the speed of the Ming Bow is not good.

"The fights in the rivers and lakes are all chasing 100 people. If there are horse fights, not many of them have more than fifty cavalry on both sides. They rarely fight in the wilderness, and they are all in the village, yard, or even on the streets in the city. Do you think on such a battlefield, should you shoot far or fast?"

Zhu Da figured out the truth that Yuan Biao said. The old man felt that he and Zhou Qingyun would not be able to fight in the field in the future. There would probably be more private fights in the world. In such a fight, in such an environment, whether it is killing the enemy or defending himself, short bow speed shooting is the most suitable.

"Have you ever ridden a horse? The horse's back is bumpy, and people can shoot archers on the horse. Isn't it possible to find a archer within twenty steps? At that time, you said it would be better to have a long bow or a short bow. Our Ming Dynasty looked down on the Tartars and were afraid of the Tartars, but they didn't know that they had a strong reason. We are not as good as this short bow on the horse!"

Yuan Biao sighed, and when he said this, Zhu Da realized that the bow turned out to be the shape of the Mongolian grassland.

"It's not that you don't practice military bows anymore, neither of them can be delayed!" Yuan Biao smiled and wrote back, but with his scar, he looked so ferocious no matter how he looked at his smile.

Zhu Da also laughed after hearing this, but he smiled bitterly. Zhu Da had long been mentally prepared for the hard work of practicing martial arts, but now it seems that the effort and hard work required far exceed his prediction.

The snowflakes were still falling slowly. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun had already started practicing. Seeing Yuan Biao's demonstration movements sharply and quickly, they did not have the effect at all. They could only repeat the exercises in a straightforward manner. The old man held a wooden stick used as a teaching stick in his hand and beat them down if there was any mistake.

"You two have a good foundation, but they have saved me a lot of trouble!"

Back then, Zhu Da had a certain professional foundation in sports and fitness. These knowledge and concepts allowed him to understand and accept martial arts more quickly, and it was easier and more accurate to make movements and master strength than those who were completely blank. As for Zhou Qingyun, he had been training for several years and had a solid foundation.

However, these can only make them less beaten. The practice that should be boring is still practiced, how to take steps, how to use the curve of the waist and back, arms and wrists, everything has a paradigm, and are the experiences and routines summarized after repeated training. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun want to make their bodies remember these, make their muscles remember, and make martial arts routines an instinctive and subconscious reaction. If you want to reach this level, you have to repeat them constantly, which is extremely boring and exhausted.

Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun both have this kind of self-consciousness. They are not spoiled. They practice seriously, which makes Yuan Biao sit comfortably on the chair, with hot water burning on the stove next to him. Although it is snowing, it is a bit comfortable.

When it was lunch, the Qin family servant came with food boxes. The two three-layer food boxes were very heavy. When the servant arrived, he was already sweating.

"Let's wait for the younger ones to warm up the food first. The cold wind will blow along the way. When the younger ones will bring the ingredients and firewood to the next day, it will be convenient..." There are a few words to explain.

The meal was still very rich, with wine and meat, and the portion was also very large, even the three of them had to be left.

Yuan Biao didn't drink much at noon, but said with emotion: "The scholars are really willing to give up on you, but they didn't do anything bad. If you don't have enough food and eat well, it will be difficult to achieve success in martial arts practice. How many people are born in poor families and practice their skills hard but cannot keep up with them. They lose their vitality. They are injured and sick after just over forty. They are not good at dying until they are old. You two should have suffered like this, but luck has fallen from the sky. I really don't know how to accumulate virtue."

I ate lunch in the big house. This big house is similar to the courtyard outside. It is spacious and empty. There are some simple furniture and a large earthen kang. The room is very dark and you have to open the door to see clearly. The outside looks like a paper-stuffed window. You can see the windows inside are blocked by thick wooden boards. If you close the door and windows, the whole house is considered closed.

"Eat honestly, don't look around. This is the industry of the caravan. They eat horses and need to prevent fire and thieves. Of course, the ones built are similar to the earthen enclosure. Then go north. There are arrow towers and tunnels in such a yard, and they are always guarding." Yuan Biao explained, which made people understand immediately.

After eating and drinking, he didn't practice immediately, but Yuan Biao didn't let them sit down and rest. He walked slowly, holding a bow in his hand, driving while walking, and the short bow and long bow were rotated.

Seeing Yuan Biao shoots the bow and arrows in a straightforward manner, but it is boring and constantly opens and closes. Fortunately, the old man keeps talking about how to maintain the bow and arrow and how to deal with various scenes.

Zhu Da listened seriously, but felt that Yuan Biao might not be teaching, but might just want to find someone to talk about his past.

After practicing for about an hour in the afternoon, another strange face came to the door. A middle-aged man came in with two horses, waved his hand and greeted him, and then led his horse to the backyard. He probably went to the stable. There was a special corral in this yard, and the caravans coming and going needed this.

When the man left, Yuan Biao was too lazy to pay attention to him. After he left, he sighed and said, "It's more than I thought. He even got you two horses. Although it's old horses, it's not cheap!"

Such a large martial arts training ground, complete training equipment, sumptuous meals, and horses for practice, if it were Zhu Da in those years, he would not feel anything. However, after experiencing the poverty of Baibao Village and seeing the life of the "big family" Li Zongqi, Zhu Da fully understands what the current treatment means.

Before Zhu Da could speak, Yuan Biao muttered there: "The scholar must have accumulated virtue. He won't have been poor for a long time in his life. He passed the exam and met the one from the Yang family. Now he met you two boys again. You are very thoughtful but not bad. Xiao Zhou is very honest and can be counted on in the future..."

The snow had stopped for a while, and practiced again while the old man was chattering, and then returned from work. He thought he could learn to ride a horse, but he never thought that Yuan Biao didn't mention this at all.

After the martial arts practice, after the whole day, even after massaged each other and performed corresponding relaxation exercises, the two of them still felt their bones disintegrated and their bodies were sore and soft. They just wanted to go back and rest early. After packing the weapons outside into the house, they became more and more homely. They carried the weapons and walked out. Yuan Biao was already waiting at the gate of the yard.

Yesterday, the old man was quite leisurely and told some anecdotes and stories. Today, Zhu Da was also looking forward to it. He never thought that he would find Yuan Biao with a face and staring at them fiercely. With the scar, his expression was particularly scary.

"Why don't you bring good weapons?"

Zhu Da and the others were stunned by this question, weapons? What weapons? They looked at the old man subconsciously, and then they realized that they were talking about their daggers and daggers.

The dagger was given to Zhou Qingyun by Xiang Bo, and the dagger was given to Zhu Da as a gift for Qin Xiucai. These two short soldiers were tied around the waist. They had to take them down when practicing martial arts. They couldn't practice this, and they couldn't use it. They only made accessories. Did Yuan Biao get angry about this?
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