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Chapter 370 Three years in Hedong, don't bully the middle-aged and poor!
boom!
The door was suddenly pushed open, raising a cloud of dust.

In the last rays of the setting sun, a figure stood quietly in the courtyard, holding a jug of dirty wine, looking at the western sky.

A sense of vastness and loneliness, like the sadness of the end of a hero, enveloped the entire courtyard.

Pang Meng couldn't help but pause in place.

The hero ends, that is also a hero!
How can a mortal, the great hero Yi who once shot down Nine Suns, question him?

"You finally came."

Yang Gang turned his head slowly and saw Pang Meng in front of the door, showing a gratified smile.

"Master, Master."

Pang Meng stumbled forward, and the respectful address in his mouth became difficult.

"Do you blame me in your heart?"

Yang Gang turned around and showed a knowing smile to Pang Meng.

"I,, I don't. My disciple dare not!"

Pang Meng lowered his head and whispered.

"Head up."

Yang Gang's voice was so oppressive that Pang Meng raised his head subconsciously, and met a pair of sharp eyes like arrows, "As a man, as an archer, if you have it, you have it, if you don't, you don't have it, open the bow Don’t you understand the truth that there is no turning back?”

"Yes, what does it look like!"

"Yes!"

Pang Meng was agitated, and quickly nodded in response: "Master, I, I discovered, I discovered..."

"Mother-in-law, tell me what you think."

Yang Gang seemed to see what he wanted to say, and directly named the subject.

"Yes Yes."

Pang Meng swallowed, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "I want to know if there is nothing on the third yak hair at all."

"Ha ha ha ha"

After the words fell, Yang Gang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"you,,"

Pang Meng's face darkened, and he clenched his fists secretly.

At this point, is he still laughing at himself?

"You're right, I lied to you. There's nothing on the third ox hair." Yang Gang laughed so hard that tears flowed down his cheeks. He lay on the rocking chair in the courtyard and drank a few Mouth turbid wine.

With a long "ha", he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Pang Meng, and asked, "Do you want to know the reason?"

"think."

Pang Meng straightened his body and stared at Yang Gang.

"It seems that although you have seen it through, you still can't understand it."

Yang Gang seemed a little disappointed, he shook his head and said, "Pang Meng, you have been with me for 11 years, and now I ask you, what is the most important thing about being an archer?"

"Strength? Archery? No, it's eyesight!"

Pang Meng said hesitantly.

"Yes, but also wrong."

Yang Gang nodded and shook his head, drinking wine and said: "As an archer, the most important thing is self-confidence."

"If the arrow leaves the string, it will never return."

"The most important thing for an archer is not his eyesight, but his confidence. Only when he has [-]% confidence in the arrows he shoots, can the arrows leave the string. Only when he is absolutely confident in his own arrows, can the arrows leave the string."

Yang Gang drunkenly kept emphasizing the word "self-confidence", speaking a little incoherently.

Pang Meng listened in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "Why...you need to be confident?"

"If you are not confident, why did you shoot that arrow?"

Yang Gang sneered, and said: "When your arrow is empty, when there is no arrow on your bowstring, that is when an arrow is most vulnerable. You tell me, when your arrow cannot pose a threat to the enemy, when you face How do you respond to the enemy's attack?"

"This……"

Pang Meng was speechless for a moment, and his expression gradually became a little dazed.

"Now, do you understand?" Yang Gang said with a smile: "When you pass the second test, your eyesight has been honed to the extreme. The meaning of the third yak hair to you is not to cultivate eyesight, but to be confident."

"If you don't even believe what you see, how can you become a qualified archer?"

"Master~~~"

Pang Meng was stunned, staring blankly at the drunken Yang Gang on the recliner, feeling like he was looking at a god-man.

Do not!
He is a man of God!
Even if he has lost his divine power, even if the hero has come to an end, no one in this world should underestimate his archery skills.

On the way of bow and arrow, he has reached the pinnacle of perfection!

It was not Yi who was wrong, but himself!

"Master, I...was wrong."

With a plop, Pang Meng fell to his knees in front of Yang Gang.

He bowed his high head deeply.

In my heart, I am no longer proud of my previous achievements.

"Okay, as long as you understand, hahahaha"

Yang Gang looked at the sunset that had completely set in the sky, and laughed heartily.

"So, you can be regarded as... a beginner."

"getting Started?"

Pang Meng's heart shook, and he lowered his head even lower.

So, are you just getting started?
"Go, go back and have a good rest. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you real archery." Yang Gang waved his hand, signaling Pang Meng to leave.

"Yes, thank you Master!"

Pang Meng was overjoyed and kowtowed on the ground several times.

At the same time as Yang Gang showed a smile on his face.

"go Go."

Yang Gang sighed slightly, turned his head and stopped looking at Pang Meng, but stared at the western sky, as if expecting something.

for a long time.

The courtyard was silent, and Pang Meng had already left.

In the western sky, a dim crescent moon finally rose slowly, like a bright jade pendant hanging on the branches of the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

"how are you recently?"

Yang Gang looked at the moon in the sky, and a flash of thought suddenly flashed in his eyes.

-

from this day.

Yang Gang imparted his own skills "unreservedly", and Pang Meng was really talented in archery, and his perseverance and perseverance were also very rare.

Whenever the practice is not in place, or because of his natural temperament, he gets into a dead end, Yang Gang will tap his head with his fingers.

that's it.

With 20 years of hard work and hard work, Pang Meng has become a world-renowned archer and gained a great reputation among the human race.

But whenever people mention Pang Meng, they must mention the big Yi who shot nine days...

It's been 20 years.

Today, Pang Meng has entered middle age, but his temperament has not become larger because of his age.

At this time, Yang Gang seemed to be entering his old age, his body was gradually no longer straight, and his bow and arrow were no longer so powerful.

Look in Pang Meng's eyes.

My own master seems to be inferior to him now...

But his attitude towards himself is still the same as before, ignoring that he is also a well-known hero and sharpshooter of the human race at this time, and he will beat and scold him when he is unhappy...

Finally one day.

Pang Meng, who had endured for decades, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hedong for 30 years, and Hexi for 30 years. Master, this is what you said... You are not as good as me now, so why do you treat me like this?"

"So... don't blame me for being rude!"

this day.

Yang Gang came home from hunting on horseback, carrying arrows alone.

suddenly.

An arrow shadow flew from the forest and went straight to Yang Gang's eyebrows, the strong killing intent was not concealed at all.

He glanced coldly.

Draw the bow and set the arrow, and a more powerful arrow will come first.

I saw two arrows colliding in the air, the tip of the arrow pointing to the tip of the arrow, Pang Meng's arrow collapsed, and Yang Gang's arrow pierced through the void instantly, brushed Pang Meng's scalp and nailed it to the tree trunk behind him.

The trembling arrow tail tapped Pang Meng's head.

He seemed to say disdainfully: I have taught you for so many years, so this is it?
'thump'

Pang Meng's legs gave way, and he knelt down in the woods towards Yang Gang, staring blankly at the figure in the distance.

The dull eyes seemed unbelievable.

I have practiced hard for many years in archery, but... I lost it with just one arrow?
(End of this chapter)