Although the tasks assigned by Master Xiao to everyone were indeed too arduous, Master Xiao was not such a heartless person. When he saw that everyone was struggling, he stood up to teach. Even those who had finished the lap did not stop them.
They complete the task.
This is a man who has a tiger in his heart and smells the roses carefully.
"When practicing bowing, you must first practice posture. This is your posture. Your arms should be straight, your back should be straight, and your hands should be at the same height as your shoulders!"
"Since you have to hold your breath when drawing the bow, you don't have to shoot the arrow randomly. Breathe and adjust your breathing!"
"Whatever state you are in, you dare to imitate me and use the poems of the poet sage? How many writing papers can you use as a scholar? You have to act according to your ability. Isn't there a scholar's poetry score in the golden book?"
"If you are so capable, why don't you write six poems on the poetry paper? Let's see if the writing paper doesn't wipe out all your literary spirit!"
Song Mu was currently writing the line "In order to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow covered the bow and sword" in Lu Lun's "The Second Song of Shooting with Zhang Pu", when he heard the sound of Master Xiao's cursing everywhere.
Fortunately, Song Mu was able to avoid these things for the time being. The poem he used was only related to the bow and could condense a white arrow. Song Mu also activated his literary power at the moment, and then bent the bow to set the arrow.
Song Mu also joined the bow and arrow club when he was in college. He was not very good at playing, but he still knew some essentials of postures. However, Song Mu was only a beginner, and the use of this bow and arrow was still a bit nondescript. The arm used to pull the bowstring.
At that time, I immediately felt a huge force resisting myself from pulling the bow string.
"Yes, a long bow with a flat end. Straighten your arms and continue to exert force. Adjust your breathing. Release when you feel it reaches the end."
Master Xiao, who was yelling everywhere just now, had arrived at Song Mu's side without knowing it. Now he was standing on Song Mu's side, constantly guiding Song Mu's movements.
Song Mu followed the guidance, and then released his fingers when he felt that he had reached the edge of strength.
The bowstring vibrated in his hand, and the longbow held in his left hand felt like it was about to break away. Song Mu felt that his palm could hardly hold the flat bow.
Fortunately, the arrow had already shot out, but perhaps due to the lack of Wenli's urging, it actually collapsed in mid-air.
But finally he shot an arrow.
Song Mu pouted, shook his arms, and clenched his fingers, while Master Xiao next to him spoke.
"Both hands must be even when drawing the bow, grasp the timing of releasing the arrow, and both hands must have the same force release action."
After saying that, Master Xiao looked at the archery target in the distance and reached out to pat Song Mu on the shoulder.
"The moment you let go, your power must be concentrated. Otherwise, how can you shoot the enemy from a long distance?"
After saying that, Master Xiao walked to the side and began to instruct other people.
After Song Mu heard Master Xiao's teachings, he also felt the mysterious feeling of releasing Wen Li. Although he couldn't say how magical and amazing it was, it was the first time he saw Wen Li released in such a state in his hands.
, Song Mu was still filled with emotion.
In just a few hundred years, under the harassment of demons and the unrest in the world, the power of literature has developed to an extremely mysterious level in the hands of the human race.
The talents in the field all started bow and arrow training at this moment, but the speed of each one was still unbearable to watch. Song Mu also kept shooting arrows and rested to restore his writing power. Finally, he completed the last shot shortly after the sun went down.
arrow.
On this day, Song Mu's hands were extremely sore and swollen, and he couldn't even hold chopsticks when eating.
But after dinner, Song Mu headed straight to Mr. Fengming's residence without stopping. When he arrived there, Mr. Fengming had already lit an oil lamp in the house.
As soon as Song Mu came to the courtyard gate, a familiar voice came from inside.
"Come in and have tea."
"Master."
Song Mu said, and walked in respectfully. When he came inside, Tao Fengming had changed into a cotton and linen robe. He was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed covered with thick felt, drinking tea leisurely.
Song Mu came inside. Tao Fengming immediately turned to look at Song Mu, then waved and spoke.
"Jing Zhao, come and sit down. The weather is getting cooler and the autumn breeze is blowing. Come and have a sip of hot tea." As he said this, Tao Fengming took out another piece of dried meat from somewhere and threw it into his mouth to chew.
Song Mu sat down aside, took a sip of tea, and then looked up at Tao Fengming.
"I heard from Master Wang and Master Xiao that your performance these days has been quite satisfactory?"
Tao Fengming's words were so shocking again. Song Mu couldn't calm down for a moment after hearing these words. He didn't know whether Tao Fengming was praising himself or whether he felt that his performance was somewhat inadequate.
Song Mu nodded quickly, and then said softly: "Yes, this disciple has been a bit distracted these past two days and has only a half-knowledge."
Tao Fengming nodded and ended the topic without even saying a few words of encouragement to Song Mu.
Fortunately, Song Mu has become familiar with the other party's way of speaking in silence these days, and he took the initiative to ask some questions.
This time Tao Fengming was very happy to answer.
"People often say that strange poems create strange places, but in my opinion this is not the case. The unfolding of strange places lies in your heart. With that poem in your heart, the power of thought will naturally be activated. Even if you don't need it at that time,
No matter what you do, the strange world will unfold like that."
Tao Fengming said this, but Song Mu lowered his head and thought deeply. At this moment, he felt something in his heart.
Song Mu remembered what happened that day in the fishing village.
When I got my ancestor's poems, I only read them once, but "Cloud Sun" entered Song Mu's heart at that moment.
The impassioned feeling in his heart at that time made Song Mu abandon any thoughts in his heart. In that unconscious state, the strange world suddenly unfolded.
At this moment, when Tao Fengming said these words, Song Mu felt like he had an epiphany.
When Tao Fengming saw Song Mu's contemplative look, he remained silent and just squinted his eyes slightly while sipping the tea.
After a while, Song Mu raised his head and let out a long breath.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tao Fengming said lightly: "Although I have said so much, why not take a look at how your foreign land is going now?"
As he spoke, Tao Fengming put down the cup in his hand. Song Mu was looking up, but he saw the bottom of the cup had just hit the table. Then Song Mu suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.
The scene in front of me was still the same, except that the tea set had changed from pure white to orange.
"Just think of a way to make my cup pure white again."
Tao Fengming said lightly, and at this moment, a pen and paper appeared in front of Song Mu out of thin air. This mysterious method made Song Mu swallow hard at the moment, but he quickly asked.
"Master, this...is a foreign realm?"
Tao Fengming nodded, Song Mu was silent and could only lower his head, then picked up the pen and paper and thought carefully.
Tao Fengming did not make any movement, while Song Mu began to write poems.
Not long after, a piece of moss appeared in front of the two of them. The green color clung to the tea set, but Song Mu did not stop writing.
At this moment, countless mental and literary powers poured out crazily from Song Mu's body. After a while, the tea set was covered with green, and then white flowers sprang out from it. The flowers became denser and denser, and in an instant
The tea set and cups have been transformed into filled with white flowers.
When Tao Fengming saw this situation, he couldn't help but touch his chin.
About half a quarter of an hour later, the teacup that had started to change from cyan to white suddenly collapsed and turned back to orange in an instant.
Song Mu's face was covered with sweat at this moment, and his fingers could no longer hold the pen and paper.
Upon seeing this, Tao Fengming just waved his hand and everything disappeared, and the two of them returned to reality again.
"Master, forgive me, disciple, it's really..."
Tao Fengming just smiled and shook his head, and then suddenly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.
"There are some Tonggu pills in it, which will relax your muscles and activate your circulation. They will be good for your recovery."
Song Mu looked at the bottle on the table and was very grateful at the moment. He thanked him repeatedly and took it. At this time, Tao Fengming took out a piece of dried meat again and chewed it while talking.
"There will be a hunting trip from Fu Xue in three days, and the second group will set off half a month later. I am the leader of the second group."
Song Mu didn't understand why Tao Fengming said this suddenly, and there was no expression on his face at the moment. Tao Fengming looked at Song Mu through the strands of messy hair.
"I agreed."
"But the condition is that I take you with me."
When Song Mu heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of tea.