Grandpa Zang was finally shocked, "Born with great strength!?" He then shook his head, "I forgot, you practice external hard martial arts, so it's not surprising that you have a bit more strength!"
"Archery isn't just about having great strength, take this!" Grandpa Zang took the hunting bow from his back and tossed it to Li Qingshan.
"This is Grandpa Zang's Bull Horn Bow, it weighs one stone!" "This is Grandpa Zang's intention to make things difficult for that kid. Drawing a bow and throwing a stone lock are two different things."
One stone was 120 kilograms. Normal hunting bows did not pursue power, but precision and dexterity. It was rare to find such a hard bow. If the bow was too hard, its power would increase, but if the person using the bow could not control it, the accuracy and shooting speed would be very poor.
If they encountered a wild beast in the mountains, they would not be able to shoot the second arrow in time and the beast would pounce on them. Only death would await them. However, hunters who could use this kind of hard bow were all godly archers. Killing tigers and leopards in the mountains was not a problem.
Li Qingshan weighed the hunting bow in his hand. It was a fine oak bow, wrapped in animal skin and wrapped in silk. The bowstring was made of ox tendon. It was light in the hand, but it was very powerful.
He followed the method that Grandpa Zang had taught him Just Now. He lowered his waist into a horse stance and pulled the bowstring. The muscles in his body also relaxed.
Grandpa Zang was surprised to find that his posture was very accurate. He remembered that he Just Now was watching from the side, so he gave him some pointers. Li Qingshan understood everything. In just a moment, it felt like he had put in three months of hard work.
When learning to draw a bow, it was not easy to use a bow that was too hard. One had to start with a soft bow and shoot many arrows to practice. Only by slowly correcting the posture would one be able to increase the strength of the bow.
Grandpa Zang directly gave his Bull Horn Bow to Li Qingshan with the intention of beating him up. Even if you had great strength and could pull it open, it was nothing if you couldn't shoot properly. However, Li Qingshan's performance was beyond his expectations.
It wasn't that Li Qingshan's comprehension was far superior to others. What the "Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength" taught him was the most basic method of channeling qi and exerting force. As long as he grasped the key points, he would be able to master them very quickly.
Sweat seeped out from Li Qingshan's forehead. Maintaining the posture of drawing the bow was indeed more exhausting than lifting the stone dumbbell. His bones and muscles were aching all over his body.
"This is a good way to train my strength. Although it is very tiring to train my fist, my fists are always in the air. In the future, I will need to buy a strong bow to train my strength. It will definitely be very beneficial."
"Alright, aim at the target and shoot an arrow for me to see!" Grandpa Zang instructed.
Li Qingshan put down his bow and rested for a while. Then, he picked up an arrow and drew the bow again, aiming at a target fifty paces away.
"Calm down, don't be in a rush to shoot, look at the target!" Grandpa Zang instructed from the side.
Li Qingshan's eyes stared straight at the bull's eye. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, but because it was daytime, no one noticed. Under his full attention, the target seemed to have grown bigger, no longer so unreachable.
Legend has it that in ancient times, when archers practiced their archery, they would tie lice to a string and watch it day and night. They would see the lice slowly grow bigger. At first, it was as big as a car wheel, then as big as a mountain. It would fill their eyes, and when the arrow was shot, it would pierce through the lice's body.
Li Qingshan had this feeling at this moment. He knew that this was most likely the effect of Oxen's Tears. It allowed one to see fast as slow, see far as near, and see through Yin spirits.
"Hit!" Li Qingshan suddenly had an idea. The arrow left the bow and flew towards the target.
"Thud!" The arrow landed deeply on the wooden target, but it did not hit the bull's eye. Instead, it landed on the edge of the target, barely avoiding missing its target.
Li Qingshan felt slightly embarrassed. "Even though it didn't hit the bull's eye, it's still a hit."
The people around him were shocked speechless. This was the first time he shot an arrow in his life. He shot a strong bow and hit a target that was fifty steps away. Even in this village that relied on archery for a living for generations, they had never heard of someone like this.
"Just where did this guy come from?!"
Grandpa Zang forced himself to remain calm. "Just practice properly in the future." As an old hunter, he knew very well that this was Li Qingshan's first time shooting an arrow. He could not estimate the direction of the arrow's fall and the effects of the mountain wind.
"But I still feel that this bow is not strong enough!" As the saying goes, 'Draw the bow with force'. Li Qingshan wanted to pursue a strong bow that could only be drawn with all his strength.
Grandpa Zang did not say anything after hearing this. He took the bow from Li Qingshan's hands and shot at the target in the distance. His cloudy eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's.
He waved his right hand several times. Out of everyone present, only Li Qingshan could see it clearly. He fished out three arrows one after another.
"Thud!" The three arrows formed a line and landed on the bull's eye. However, there was only one sound.
There was a moment of silence before a series of cheers erupted.
"Rapid Arrow!" How could Li Qingshan not know the name of this archery skill? He had read about it in a book in his previous life, but he had treated it as an interesting thing.
However, after seeing it with his own eyes, he knew that this was a true killing technique. He estimated that unless he fought in close combat, it would be difficult for him to escape this kind of archery skill. If Grandpa Zang were to ambush him, he would definitely die.
Grandpa Zang looked at Li Qingshan without saying anything. Li Qingshan already understood what he meant. If he could not use this kind of archery skill, how could he talk about 'draw the bow with force'? It was not that Grandpa Zang could not draw a heavier bow, he had just chosen the most suitable one. He walked up and bowed respectfully, saying with sincerity, "Grandpa Zang, please teach me archery!"
"In the future, you will also be a part of my Drawn Reins Village. There is no need for you to say anything. I will naturally teach you with all my heart. As for how much you can learn, that will depend on your own abilities. However, I believe that in the future, your archery skills will definitely be above mine." Grandpa Zang was happy and his expression became pleasant.
He did not like Li Qingshan at first, but when Li Qingshan displayed his talent and ability, shocking him and making him lower his stance, his mood took a turn. Not only did he immediately acknowledge Li Qingshan's identity, he even began to praise him greatly.
This evaluation shocked everyone. Grandpa Zang's archery skills were the best in the village, this was publicly acknowledged. Even the archery skills of the headhunter, Huang Binghu, were personally taught by him. For him to give someone such an evaluation, the entire village would probably be shocked.
The group of youngsters who had originally been hostile towards Li Qingshan also surrounded him, talking all at once, faintly revealing their desire to get close to him. This was not because they were fawning over those in power, but because at their age, they had always respected the strong the most.
Perhaps there were still some who were jealous and repelled him, but no one dared to look down on him or provoke him. The atmosphere in the area actually became harmonious. Li Qingshan understood more and more that if he wanted others to acknowledge him, he did not need to rely on flowery words, but rather, he needed to display sufficient ability.
If he did not have this ability and wanted to rely on social skills to achieve this effect, not only would he need a very long time, he would also need to bend his back and bend his eyebrows, twisting his heart.
Practicing until evening, Li Qingshan was already able to hit the bull's eye with every arrow. However, shooting an arrow like this required preparation. He was far from being able to shoot arrows as he pleased like Grandpa Zang, much less shoot arrows in rapid succession. However, in the eyes of others, this was already terrible enough.
For the next few days, Li Qingshan immersed himself in archery, improving day by day. Although he did not stop practicing [Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength], the speed of his improvement was extremely slow.
Finally, after enduring for a few days, Li Qingshan returned home and carefully opened the jar of wine. The thick smell of medicine and wine filled his nose. He immediately picked up the jar and took a big gulp.
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