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Chapter 125 Brother One Hundred and Twenty-Three Classes (5)

Inside the Little Saint’s Villa.

In the place where all the disciples practice "shooting".

"Disciple, disciple..." Zi Xing really couldn't say anything.

Now he just wants to go back to when he was chatting with Uncle Wei Yan and slap himself hard in the mouth.

Why was it so owed back then?

"Okay." Seeing that Zixing hesitated for a long time and couldn't utter a useful word, Zhang Liang stopped him.

He also knew that Zi Xing was lively by nature, and seeing that Uncle Wei Yan was young, this led to the later "discussion on Tao" and "farce".

However, his temper still needs to be tempered, otherwise he will get into trouble sooner or later.

"What's going on? Senior Brother Fu Nian will ask you after he comes out of seclusion, but since you can discuss things with Uncle Wei Yan, you must have been quite knowledgeable during your studies." Zhang Liang spoke to stop Zi Xing's embarrassment, and then gave him

Wearing a high hat.

Anyone who knows him well knows that he is about to pull a trap.

"Disciple, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed..." Zi Xing excused himself repeatedly, but before he could finish speaking, Zhang Liang spoke again and interrupted him.

Just kidding, let you continue talking, how can I lead to the following?

"Zixing, tell me why I, a Confucian, practice archery? What are the key points of practicing archery?" Zhang Liang asked Zixing.

Facing Zhang Liang's soul torture, Zi Xing was at a loss for answers.

Tian Yan gave Zhang Liang a slightly thoughtful look.

There is no need to review these less important basic knowledge in this kind of course.

There is only one possibility.

Zhang Liang gave another lecture to someone who had never heard this lesson.

She had to admire Zhang Liang's attentiveness, and she was embarrassed to let down his hard work.

Zhang Liang also noticed her gaze and smiled gently at her.

Tian Yan also smiled.

It's a pity that it's just a bitter experience.

He was already a poor student, and he learned "shooting" just for fun. How could he remember this kind of knowledge?

Even if you have learned it before, it will fly out with the arrow as early as when you shoot the arrow. How can it stay in your mind?

"Disciple, disciple..." Zixing faltered, unable to answer anything. At this moment, cold sweat was streaming down his forehead.

Because he didn't know, he was very nervous, and because of the nervousness, his legs were shaking a little.

"Don't know?" Zhang Liang asked Zi Xingdao.

"Yes, I don't know, I am ashamed." Zixing bowed his hands to Zhang Liang and apologized.

"It's okay. You have to be more serious about your homework in the future. I'll ask other disciples to answer the questions later. You have to keep it in mind. Do you understand?" Zhang Liang did not give Zi Xing a hard time, but gently reminded him what to do next.

"Ziyi, please answer, why do we as Confucians practice "shooting"?" Zhang Liang asked a young student with a medium build and a Chinese character face among the students.

"My Confucianism emphasizes the cultivation of both civil and military skills. We should be able to stabilize the country through literature and rule the country through martial arts. We should practice archery. The Confucian sages believe that 'shooting' can cultivate the sentiments of disciples and exercise their physical fitness." Ziyi said.

What Ziyi said was not comprehensive, but it was enough.

"Okay, Zi Xin, what are the "five shots" of my Confucian school?" Zhang Liang asked at the same time to a young student with a slender figure and a delicate face.

Except for Zi Xing, the students he ordered were all students with above-average grades, and they were more than able to answer these questions.

"The shooting is divided into five shootings, namely: Bai Ya, Shen Lian, Yan Zhu, Xiang Chi and Jing Yi." Zixin cupped his hands towards Zhang Liangyi and replied respectfully.

Later, Zhang Liang found a few students and asked about some basic knowledge, and those students also answered them one by one.

Tian Yan was thoughtful, while Zixing looked ashamed.

"Zixing, have you remembered this time?" Zhang Liang asked Zi Xing after he finished asking the question.

"Disciple will definitely try his best to write it down. Thank you very much, uncle." Zixing bowed his hands to Zhang Liang and bowed.

"Well, that's very good. If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, you can't do much good.

Zixing, your talent is outstanding among all the disciples. You must not delay your studies because of some trivial matters. Know your shame and then be brave. Uncle Shi believes that one day you can really reach the level where you can sit down and discuss Taoism with Uncle Wei Yan." Zhang Liang.

Smiling, he smiled pointedly at Zixing.

"Thank you, uncle, I understand." Zixing bowed his hands and saluted Zhang Liang, then turned around and saluted Tian Yan.

"I have offended you this morning, Master. I am here to apologize to you." Zi Xing said to Tian Yan.

"Well, it's a small matter, no problem." Tian Yan waved his hand and said to Zi Xing. Then, Tian Yan spoke and pointedly said to Zhang Liang: "Senior nephew Zhang Liang is really tireless in teaching. This class hasn't started yet.

, it has already benefited me a lot.”

"Uncle Master, you are so complimentary." Zhang Liang said with a salute.

Some words don’t need to be explained.

Anyway, the purpose has been achieved.

"Okay, everyone, let's start practicing." Following Zhang Liang's order, all the disciples went to find their own bows and their own special targets, and started practicing.

Zhang Liang did not teach Tian Yan how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

Because it's not needed.

When his "Uncle Wei" and "Uncle Wei" were discussing swordsmanship with Fu Nian before, he had already seen that Uncle Wei Yan was so powerful that he had already surpassed his masters Wan Zhang and Xun Zi, who were far away in Fu Nian.

above.

Such a top expert can't shoot arrows?

It’s a joke, anything you throw with your hands can be faster, harder, and more accurate than you can shoot with a bow and arrow.

In fact, Tian Yan is indeed good at archery. Her mother taught her many skills. Although she is not good at it, Ping relies on her amazing skills and ability to observe words and colors. It is not a piece of cake to shoot a few arrows.

Seeing that all the disciples had already picked up their bows and arrows and found their position, Tian Yan reached out and made a move, a long bow, and a few arrows floated towards her. She stretched out her hand to hold the long bow, and the few arrows just fell silently.

Floating quietly in the air.

"Wow!"

"Is this the master's skill?"

"So awesome..."

All the students were amazed by Tian Yan's methods.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Liang's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"I really didn't expect that my uncle's skills were so profound." Zhang Liang said secretly in his heart.

In addition to being a good-looking move, this move can also be used to practice using internal force. Tian Yan expressed that he was very satisfied.

While Tian Yan closed his eyes, he was observing the flow of breath around him, and calculated the influence of wind on the flight of arrows according to the method his mother taught her.

Every time she thought of her mother's gentle teachings to her, she missed her mother even more.

But she knew that she had to restrain those useless emotions.

Now, it's not time for her to struggle with fate.

Tian Yan's arrow flew out.

Suddenly, the arrow landed on a target.

I didn't hit the target, but I was just a little short of the target.

All the disciples looked at this master.

Tian Yan adjusted his breathing and picked up the bow and arrow again.

An arrow flew out.

Hit the target!


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