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After Zhang Jingan thought it through, he didn't blame Ma Zhilong. Instead, he felt that this gentleman was at least open and aboveboard, a true scholar.
As they approached the drill ground, Fang Yun and Ma Zhilong's steps were still steady, but Zhang Jingan's steps were messy, and his little face was full of worry.
Zhang Jingan knew that the six arts were etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics. Among them, there were five archery skills.
If it was ten years ago, Zhang Jingan believed that his father would win, but Zhang Longxiang had been in prison for ten years. No matter how knowledgeable he was, he was rusty in this area. A few days ago, when he was in the military camp, he did use archery, but he only practiced it for a month.
Since Ma Zhilong was the dean of Zhu Rong Academy, he must have practiced the six arts diligently.
While Zhang Jingan was worried, Fang Yun and Dean Ma arrived at the drill ground. They entered the room next to the drill ground and chose a bow and arrow.
They each held a bow and arrow and carried a quiver on their backs. They came to the shooting ground.
Ma Zhilong stopped behind a line and looked forward. "The distance between here and the target is three hundred feet. You and I will each choose a target and compete in five archery skills. Do you have any objections?"
Zhang Jingan and the other children who came with them were stunned. Normally, the distance between the targets was ten feet. This three hundred feet test too many aspects. Not only did it require arm strength and accuracy, but it also required experience and calculation ability. After all, three hundred feet was too far. It would take an ordinary person more than ten breaths to run.
Fang Yundao said, "No objections. It's just that I haven't practiced archery for many years, so I'd like to try the 'white arrow' first."
The first of the five archery skills, the white arrow, required the long arrow to go through the target and reveal the head.
"Marquis Zhang, please!" Ma Zhilong said.
"Thank you, Mr. Ma."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took out two long arrows from the quiver.
Everyone present was stunned. Could it be that Zhang Longxiang was afraid that the first arrow would fail and was prepared to shoot twice? However, if Ma Zhilong succeeded in one shot, then Fang Yun would definitely fail in the first round of the five shots.
Everyone watched in silence. At this moment. Some teachers of the Academy who had literary titles also heard the news and appeared on the drill ground one after another. Quite a few of the gentlemen looked gloomy and cold. They glanced at Fang Yun from time to time. A strange look flashed in their eyes, and two or three of them didn't even try to hide their hostility.
Fang Yun nocked two arrows on his longbow.
Everyone was even more curious. Shooting two arrows at the same time was harder than shooting two arrows separately.
Fang Yun pulled the bowstring to its limit and suddenly released it.
The moment Fang Yun loosened his grip. Ma Zhilong seemed to have suddenly understood something. He instinctively grabbed his bow and took out an arrow. But at the same time, Fang Yun's two arrows had already hit the two targets in front of them.
The first arrow hit the bullseye of the target in front of Fang Yun. The arrow went through the target, and the arrowhead was exposed.
The second arrow. It hit the target in front of Ma Zhilong. With a loud bang, the target exploded into pieces and fell to the ground.
Everyone present was stunned and suddenly realized that the target in front of Ma Zhilong was gone. Naturally, he couldn't complete the white arrow competition.
"I won the first round." Fang Yun said with a smile.
Ma Zhilong laughed and said, "Marquis Zhang is good at archery. Compared to the white arrow, I am slightly inferior."
The teachers and the masked children present began to seriously look at "Zhang Longxiang". He knew that this round was bound to be a draw, but he created a way to win with his wisdom. After all, he was a learned scholar who was promoted to the Hanlin Academy in prison. He was completely different from the rumors.
The two began to walk to one side, each facing a new target.
Ma Zhilong said with a smile, "In the second round, Old Man won't give in."
Fang Yun nodded.
The second round of the five arrows was called "Shen Lian". First, an arrow was shot, followed by three arrows, one after the other, like a string of pearls, the arrowhead followed by the tail of the arrow.
Fang Yun and Ma Zhilong took out an arrow at the same time, and slowly pulled the bowstring. The two looked at each other from the corner of their eyes.
The two shot at the same time.
At the same time as the first arrow was released, the two quickly took out a second arrow from the quiver on their backs and pulled the bowstring. Then they took out a third and a fourth arrow.
Under the blue sky and snow, in front of Fang Yun and Ma Zhilong, there were four arrows in a line, flying towards the target in front of them.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The eight arrows all hit the bullseye.
The teachers from the Academy had already approached the two. An old High Scholar smiled and said, "In this round of" Shen Lian ", the two of you are tied."
Ma Zhilong lightly shook his head and said, "In the last round, perhaps Marquis Zhang used a trick. But in this round, Old Man lost by a hair."
"Oh? Why is that? "The old High Scholar asked.
Ma Zhilong said, "Marquis Zhang and I shot at the same time, but he came first and I came later. This is one of the reasons. Another reason is that his four arrows were all in one spot, and there was no gap between them. My four arrows, however, had some gaps between them. I am old, and my strength is not enough. "
"Wait a moment, let's go and take a look." The few High Scholars actually used 'Running Poems' and ran over quickly. They then carried the target back.
Just as Ma Zhilong had said, Fang Yun's four arrows not only hit the bullseye, but they also hit the bullseye.
The Zhu Rong Academy students and teachers looked at the target, speechless. Previously, Fang Yun had used a trick to win, but this time, he had used his true strength to win.
"Let's shoot three arrows." Fang Yundao said.
"Okay." Ma Zhilong said.
The third of the five shots was to shoot with the arrowhead pointing upwards, and the arrow feathers pointing downwards.
The two of them continued walking, and faced a new target. They raised their bows high, as if they were shooting birds in the sky, and shot three arrows in succession.
Each arrow drew a perfect arc in the sky, and finally landed on the target.
Both of their arrows hit the bullseye, and this time, there was no need to compare the exact landing point.
The two High Scholars hurried over to retrieve the target.
"It's a draw." Fang Yun and Ma Zhilong looked at each other and smiled.
Soon after, Fang Yun took the initiative to retreat ten feet.
Seeing this scene, even those who were full of hatred towards Zhang Longxiang felt their gazes soften.
The fourth of the five shots was to shoot with the ruler, and the ruler shot with the ruler, and the ruler retreated one foot to show respect. When shooting an arrow at close range, he would move back one foot. When shooting an arrow at a distance of three hundred feet, he would move back one foot.
"I am in the prime of my life. Although I have white hair, I still have strength, and should retreat ten feet." Fang Yundao said.
Hearing Fang Yun say this, some of the High Scholars thought to themselves, "This Zhang Longxiang has become more and more powerful after being imprisoned for ten years!"
The High Scholars could not tell, but the High Scholars knew that Fang Yun's first shot had hit the bullseye on purpose. This was to show his determination, and to express his intentions in the most unyielding manner possible. This was not some sort of trick.
But for the fourth shot, he had retreated so cleanly, and was so free and easy. This made up for the tyrannical nature of the first shot.
The High Scholars who were present had been thinking of ways to attack Zhang Longxiang, and to make Zhang Longxiang's reputation worse. But now, they did not know where to start.
Ma Zhilong did not say anything. Both of them shot three arrows each, and hit the bullseye. It was a draw.
The fifth of the five shots, Jing Yi. All four arrows hit the bull's eye, and four of them were square, just like the Chinese character "Jing".
The fifth shot was to shoot with the ruler. All four arrows hit the bullseye, and the four arrows landed in a square. It was also a draw.
But everyone could see that Fang Yun was obviously better. This was because Fang Yun's drawing, shooting, and landing of the arrows were obviously faster.
Ma Zhilong held the bow and smiled, "Thank you for accompanying me in my nonsense. After the fifth shot, we will return to Shou Jing Zhai and discuss your son's enrollment."
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