Brocade legend

Chapter 119
But Lu Bing couldn't just give up, he felt guilty, because Wang Zhaoyi died for him, and he couldn't let his benefactor's daughter go unattended...Leaving it to others, Lu Bing was worried.

"Xiuying, this is your father's last wish before he passed away. If I can't take care of you, he won't feel at ease." Lu Bing said sincerely: "Don't make your father worry, okay? As long as Xiuying agrees, I will do anything." Promise Xiuying!"

Xiuying looked at Lu Bing's serious and firm expression, and then at the package in Lu Bing's hand. At such a young age, she seemed to understand something.

She also saw that even if she disagreed, Lu Bing would not give up.

Xiuying thought about it seriously, and then said solemnly: "Uncle, Xiuying can recognize you as a adoptive father, but in this life, I can only call you father, not your father, and you cannot be called Xiuying Xiaoying. If uncle If I agree, Xiuying will be called Wang Luxiuying from now on."

Lu Bing nodded excitedly, and said happily: "Okay! Uncle promises you! I promise you everything!"

After listening to Lu Bing's words, Xiuying bowed her head, and Lu Bing hurriedly helped her up with one hand.

Xiuying looked at the package in Lu Bing's hand, and then said: "Father, can I hand over my father's ashes to my daughter for safekeeping?"

Lu Bing was startled for a moment, then grandly handed the package in his hand to Xiuying.

Xiuying carried the package behind her back, and let out a long breath, as if she felt relieved a lot.

The death of her father made Xiuying seem to have grown up in an instant, and she looked like an adult in every gesture.

Lu Bing sighed secretly, but he didn't show it. Instead, he took Xiuying's hand and said, "Come on, father will tell you who is in the family... Father has no heirs yet, and there is a grandfather in our family." , and a grandmother, both are very kind people. Of course, there is also your mother... Your mother is very virtuous and virtuous, and will definitely treat you well and love you well... Her hand is a coincidence, she will I will make you a lot of nice clothes..."

Lu Bingxu babbled and said a lot to Xiuying, until Xiuying fell asleep, Lu Bing didn't leave the camp.

Lu Bing looked up at the sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, he couldn't help sighing: "Tomorrow will be a fine day..."

The next day, Lu Bing personally dispatched [-] troops, and together with Tang Long, Liu Biao, Xue Yang and others, they came to a place [-] miles away from Hongshi Gorge to meet Alak Khan.Only Yang Sen was worried about the stone and stayed in the camp.

The third game will be held today. Based on the outcome of the game, it will be decided whether Alak Khan will release the people of Ming Dynasty, or Lu Bing will hand over the captured Mashi.

Zhang Ju is gearing up and ready.

On the side of Arak Khan, he also sent his own shooter, an old soldier who didn't look young anymore.

The archery competition is divided into two rounds, the first round is a dead target.

The two sides have set up archery targets respectively. There are two rows in total, twenty archery targets, all located on both sides, forming a "mouth" shape with the troops of both sides.

Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian archer rode horses, stood in the middle of two rows of targets, and ran past the targets set up by the opposing camp. Whoever shot ten arrows the fastest and most accurately would be the winner.

Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian archer drove their horses to the open space between the two targets, and the two sides looked at each other. The old Mongolian archer saw Zhang Ju's Mongolian appearance and said in Mongolian in surprise: "Are you a Mongolian? Against the Khan!"

Zhang Ju said in Chinese indifferently: "I used to be a Mongolian, but now I am an officer of the Ming Dynasty. I have no relationship with Mongolia."

The old Mongolian shooter looked at Zhang Ju with the eyes of a Ming Dynasty man looking at a traitor, and continued to shout in Mongolian angrily: "You are a foal born under the blessing of the Changshengtian, eating mare's milk, how can you give up this brand?" It fell!"

After Zhang Ju heard this, he also spoke in Mongolian, and said coldly: "It is also a hungry wolf on the grassland, who took the lives of my biological parents! Now there is only hatred between me and Mongolia!

The old Mongolian archer was slightly startled when he heard this, as if his old thoughts had been aroused, so he stopped talking.

At the start of the race, a drum sounded, and Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian archer started at the same time. Their postures of riding the horses were strikingly similar!

The two legs clamped the mount tightly, let go of the reins, and freed their hands. They only used their legs to control the horse. They fluctuated with the rhythm of the horse's running, and became one with the horse. The movements were neither urgent nor slow.

Then he quickly took the bow and drew the arrow, with his upper body upright, not in a hurry, nor hurried the horse, but just took aim with the bow according to the speed of the horse.

"Shua!" The string sounded and the arrow flew. At this time, the horse's running and archery seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Before the arrow hits the target, the second arrow is placed on the bow and shot...

The hands of the two were steady and fast, holding the bow in one hand, and turning into an afterimage in the other, they methodically drew out arrows and shot them on the strings.

With a snap of their fingers, the two completed the task almost simultaneously.

When they stopped and turned their horses, the first arrow that hit the target was still vibrating.

"it is good!"

"so amazing!"

Chinese and Mongolian are intertwined, resounding through the sky.

The soldiers on both sides are cheering, such a superb archery competition is rare in life!

Lu Bing and Alak Khan sent knights one after another to check the situation of the targets on both sides.

"Hearts!"

"all hit!"

The knights of the two camps expressed the same meaning in two languages.

"Wow..."

The cheers became a little more enthusiastic, and the morale of both sides was high!
Zhang Ju and the old Mongolian archer rode back to the camp together, and when they were about to pass by, the old Mongolian archer suddenly said, "You...why do you know Horqin's archery skills?"

Zhang Ju didn't turn his head back and said, "Because I'm from Horqin..."

The old shooter was stunned for a moment, and a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

The two returned to their respective camps, and Lu Bing asked Zhang Ju, "This round was beautiful, but it was just a draw. The next round will be a moving target. Are you confident?"

Zhang Ju, who has always been full of confidence, now has an unusually serious expression...

There is another person who has the same serious expression as Zhang Ju's now, and it is the old Mongolian shooter.

Seeing the old Mongol archer come back slowly, Alak Khan summoned him and shouted: "Aren't you the No. tie?"

The old archer said solemnly: "That famous officer is from Horqin. If I lose this round, the Horqin will have a new Jebie!"

"What? The officers of Ming Dynasty actually have Horqin people?" Alak Khan couldn't believe it.

"Nowadays, Horqin people are no longer as prosperous as before. One of the reasons is that there is no real symbol of Horqin. This symbol is also the real hero in the hearts of the entire Mongolian archer, and that is Jebe." The old archer said sadly: "I have lived a very poor life. , I hope to get rid of the shadow of Jebe, but since Jebe passed away more than 20 years ago, I still bear the name of No.1 under Jebe... Can it be said that only Horqin people can be called Jebe?"

(End of this chapter)