This was too short and there was no time to hesitate, so the difficulty of shooting was extremely high.

If it weren't for luck, it would have been almost a magical arrow.

Wuding Hou Guo Zhen's face was already a little red and black, and her mouth was stammering, not knowing what to say.

Fang Jifan said ashamed: "Shame, the one who is lucky is just luck. He doesn't have this ability... he really doesn't have this ability. This is luck. You can see it."

“…”

Emperor Hongzhi stared at the young man below. The gloomy that had just squeezed into his heart seemed to suddenly find a bright lamp, which made the gloom sweep away, and hope arises.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but cheer: "Awesome, better than this palace."

Seeing that Wuding Hou Guo Zhen’s old face was rare, Fang Jifan looked at him carefully and said, “After that, the level of those disciples was much worse. They were all guys who did not seek to improve. Don’t be angry when Wuding Hou.”

"Why am I angry?" Guo Zhen fought back angrily.

Fang Jifan smiled meaningfully, but Guo Zhen couldn't lift it up in one breath. This guy is so shameless. If Fang Jifan said something, he still had a chance to refute it. But this meaningful smile confirmed that he was narrow-minded. But if he scolded a few words... it was even more miserable. Fang Jifan didn't say anything, why are you still pestering here?

Guo Zhen felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

His*, did our Guo family really owe him something to the Fang family in his previous life?

Guo Zhen's thoughts flew away and began to doubt his life.

And the drums under the city became more and more intense.

With Wang Shouren's start, the atmosphere suddenly became warm and finally there was a certain atmosphere of reading and testing.

The envoys of the countries had a subtle smile at first, but then their faces became a little different. Their contemptuous eyes gradually became cautious and they stared at the city one by one.

Next, the first student urged the horse to move forward.

It's Shen Ao.

"It's my son!" Someone at the city said to the people around him: "My son is named Shen Ao, can you see it? It's him, haha... I'm just a child, how can I understand the archery and horse? I feel very ashamed..."

The people around were reluctant to pay attention to someone, and they all pretended to be watching the exam seriously. Such people who like to show off were very annoying.

But someone obviously didn't realize it, his face was flushed and his head was shaking.

It is indeed shameful for scholars to practice martial arts, but someone is not ashamed of it. Especially in today's occasion, my son is very good at studying and can now be proficient in writing eight-legged essays. He can still take a stance and horse. What's wrong, is it embarrassing? Not embarrassing!

I saw that Shen Ao on the horse's back had already begun to speed up the horse. Gradually, the long-lost feeling of speed began to appear.

He raised a horse for several months, and the horse sat down was like his brother, and the horse seemed to understand the owner's temper. When the owner's hands began to leave the saddle, over the years, the horse had been running and trying its best to stabilize.

Shen Ao bent his bow and arrows, and his whole body was up and down with the horse, and his movements were still skillful.

In Xishan, there is actually not much time to train bow and horses. At the beginning, everyone could not do it well. If you want to control the horse with your legs alone while moving the war horses at high speed, you need a fit between people and horses.

Chen Ao knew the nature of a horse too well. It was a mare. He was usually gentle, but he was extremely cautious about strangers. When eating horse feed, he was slow, but occasionally he would play some small things and stood up deliberately and gently. When a stranger came behind it, the horse's legs slammed and kicked the person over.

But when this horse saw Chen Ao, he liked to stick to him, and even enjoyed the feeling of Chen Ao touching its mane.

Today, it does not need Chen Ao's urging, or even Chen Ao deliberately uses a horse rope to tell it direction. It only has certain hints transmitted from Chen Ao's legs, it buried its head and ran steadily.

Finally, it has arrived...

The target is right in front of you.

At this moment, the arrow flew out like a locust. After completing it in one go, Chen Ao immediately put his bow down and held the saddle with both hands. The man was already running out quickly.

...

call……

Another cheer came from the city wall.

Someone began to silly say: "My son, this is my son..."

At the city, someone shouted: "Call!"

Shooting is not the center of the circle, it is so difficult to shoot the center of the circle.

This is not something that Chen Ao can do at will. Whether he can even hit the target is just a matter of probability for Chen Ao. Today is considered extraordinary performance and luck.

But the word "shot" immediately triggered countless cheers, and the shouts seemed to be about to rush into the sky.

People may not look down on warriors deep in their hearts, but when they really see young men whip and bend their bows and arrows, a kind of wildness that comes from the original can't help but be born.

Emperor Hongzhi held his hands behind his back, his face still tense at first, but then he calmed down slightly, and then he smiled.

"This person is called Chen Ao..." Zhu Houzhao said to Emperor Hongzhi: "The bow and horse are not skilled, and they are actually not outstanding among all living beings."

Emperor Hongzhi was unmoved and still looked at the city.

Dingyuan Hou had no intention of talking to Fang Jifan anymore.

His eyes were staring, and even a smile appeared on his lips. He couldn't help but sigh with British Duke Zhang Mao: "The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying."

Zhang Mao was in a bad mood. As the central governor of the Governor's Office of the Five Army, is he really responsible for his military preparations?

No!

He was not convinced of this.

The Governor's Office of the Five Army has gradually become useless. On the surface, it still manages the Beijing camp, but in fact it has been undermined. His Duke, the Central Army Governor, has a daily choreography of sacrifices to His Majesty the Emperor to the Taimiao for His Majesty. Last year, he sacrificed nine times, spring sacrifices and autumn sacrifices. Even if he has a bow and horse, his ancestors and his ancestors, what about? Isn't he still in the Taimiao every day, representing the emperor and talking to his ancestors?

It is inevitable that the martial arts preparations are loose. Zhang Mao’s disappointment is that he did not expect that these martial artists had reached such a ridiculous level.

Now, this priest of sacrificial priest in the court, the bridge of communication with the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty, and the passion given to him by his ancestors, was only in an instant, boiling silently...

His eyes were red, and his eyes were a little wet. At this moment, he thought of his ancestors, the brave and warlike Zhang Yu, the golden swords and iron horses, and the dust smoke of the desert!

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Chapter completed!