The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Chishu is like a dead dog, falling in the pool of blood.

Nine consecutive shots.

He was unbelievable, but he was a lame man.

This is hardly what the average person can do.

He remembered that when he was a child, he taught his father Khan about the past when the Tatars originated. Father Khan told him that they were descendants of Genghis Khan, but descendants of Da Yuan, and heirs of the golden account. Another sharpshooter, this man is called Zhebei, he can shoot nine arrows in succession, hitting every shot.

Chishu always believed that this was just a distant story, and word of mouth would inevitably be exaggerated, because he did not believe that a person could achieve nine consecutive shots.

But now, he saw it.

Because this person only shot nine arrows at himself in an instant, without stopping. Each spiked arrow inserted in his body is proof.

He wanted to laugh. It was ridiculous. Such a marksman appeared in the Central Plains and was controlled by a lame man. But when he laughed, he began to cough, bleed, and red blood, even with all his pride and self-esteem. , Dripping in the mud.

He knew that everything was over when it was over.

In the Golden Family, there are very few descendants left. His father Khan has recovered the glory of his ancestors.

But ... his heirs were all killed, only himself, and himself ... will die.

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Zhang Yuanxi walked step by step towards Chishu. He limped and walked up. It was very funny. The iron boots did not actually fit. The top of which was the continuous firing of the nine arrows, which made him a little collapsed, so that now the tiger mouth has some release.

Every step is very difficult.

But now, he no longer laughed at his legs and feet.

Above this wall, no one made a sound, and countless telescopes focused on him.

Zhang Yuanxi is a little tired, but he is a person who wants to stick to the end. He tells himself over and over again that his uncle has a brain disease and can still be an amazing person. I can, I can, I must, in this world There is nothing to stump my uncle, then there is nothing to stump me.

Finally, it came to Chishu.

Chishu puffed and out of breath, he was like a lion dying, fell on his back on the ground, and he was red with blood, and the arrows on his body made him funny. He saw this man who shot nine consecutive times.

The man walked up to him with difficulty, then bowed his head and frowned.

This is humiliation, naked humiliation.

Even if he is going to die, he will humiliate himself.

Sad and angry, his body was twitching, he began to return to the light, no matter where the energy came from, desperately trying to struggle, but there was no effect, the injury was too heavy and too heavy, the whole bone, crushed in many places, even if the light was returned, Never let the broken bone continue.

"You ..." Chishu spoke, and as soon as the mouth opened, the blood poured out of his mouth.

Zhang Yuanxi ignored him.

Removed a piece of paper.

"What is he doing?" Chishu is even more grieved. At first, he thought this person would insult himself, but what did he do with the paper?

This is a very ordinary piece of paper with a human figure drawn on it.

Then Zhang Yuanxi took out the charcoal very seriously.

Afterwards, he lowered his body and began to examine each arrow shaft. The arrow shafts were numbered and arranged as "A", "B", "C", and "D".

Zhang Yuanxi didn't find the spiked arrow with the number 'A', so he sighed: "The first arrow seems to have been completely missed."

Then, he wrote a letter A on the human body on white paper, and typed an X on the letter A.

Then he found the second arrow, which was so powerful that it hit the thigh of Chishu.

Zhang Yuanxi followed the arrow shaft very seriously and felt the position where the arrow clustered into the meat, and shook it.

Chishu let out a pig-like wailing.

Ignored the wailing of Chishu.

Zhang Yuanxi pressed the arrow and swung it into the muscles near the thigh: "Is this the first shot?"

"I'm going to kill ... kill ..." Chishu was full of blood and his body began to twitch.

Zhang Yuanxi confirmed Chi Shu's eyes, and it seems that he was right. He lowered his head and made a mark with the charcoal pen on the human figure on the white paper, that is, the direction of the thigh.

The second arrow hit the thigh.

At that time, I used the back shot, no wind, the bow string was full, and the distance from the heart was a little far away. Zhang Yuanxi looked at the label and thought, if the height of the back shot was even a little higher at that time, maybe one arrow could stab it .

I ... I am still inexperienced after all.

He began to look for the second arrow. At the arrow, the shoulder bone was broken, but the penetrating power was not enough. He marked the villain's shoulder on the painting and wrote down.

Zhang Yuanxi is a lame, lame in his own world every day, naturally found a way to improve himself, for example, this time shooting nine arrows, the hit rate is eight arrows, every position must be marked, In the future, it can be reviewed under a windless environment.

The most important thing is to find the feeling, when a person shoots an arrow, it is useless to aim at it. Especially for moving targets, it is necessary for the person to bow into one, and the arrow is like a person. The very strange feeling, just Picking up the bow and seeing the target, you can quickly feel that your arrow will hit his position when shooting.

This is a wonderful experience.

But this experience needs to be strengthened, but it is necessary to study the gains and losses of each archery.

As for the red surgery that twitched on the ground and covered with blood ...

Oh, uncle and teacher said, this is a bad guy, shooting him is like shooting a rabbit, he is just a target.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanxi only thought about it before he could win or lose his arrows, like a fool.

When he lowered his head and drew the painting, he seemed to have a feeling and experience, then he got up, and he was shy and angry.

I ... I am the son of Khan.

He is the descendant of the golden family.

It's the fifth prince!

I am not a ants.

He exerted all his strength: "You ... what's your name?"

Zhang Yuanxi thought for a while: "Don't tell you!"

"..." Chishu started vomiting blood again.

Zhang Yuanxi said: "Uncle said, I'm a secret weapon. In front of the enemy, don't show people easily ..."

"..." Chishu reluctantly gave a final roar, and finally, his neck was crooked, and his eyes widened unwillingly, he ... died.

Zhang Yuanxi exhaled, ignoring the red technique, limping ... toward the gate of the inner city.

But at this time, people reacted, and the city was already cheering.

On the tower, Zhang Sheng looked at his son incredulously. He was a little dizzy. Is this his own son? is it?

He grabbed the shirt of a court official by his side: "Is it Zhang Yuanxi? Is it Zhang Yuanxi? Is it?"

The official couldn't help crying: "I don't know, I haven't seen it, but Zhang Caitang just said ... this is your son. I want to come ... he is really your son."

my son……

Zhang Sheng shuddered.

My son, is a marksman?

In front of him, the Tatar archer had no power to fight back.

It's as if the big man is beating the weak chicken!

Zhu Houzhao has cheered and jumped up: "This is a student of this palace, his name is Zhang Yuanxi!"

Fang Jifan was very happy.

Actually ... At first, Fang Jifan was still worried.

I am ashamed to send someone to die.

If this is careless, the game is broken, and the person is dead, I am afraid that it is very uncomfortable in my heart.

This Yuanxi did not disappoint himself.

This guy ... was born to be a shooter. There was already a voice in the tower.

The time for the decisive battle is actually just a moment, but after a moment, it is nine consecutive shots, which is a crushing victory. It is extremely exciting.

Zhang Sheng burst into tears with excitement: "My son is not dead, my son will still shoot arrows. Why didn't the old man know."

He was so excited and desperate that he wanted to jump off the tower.

The crowd hugged him, and finally made him emotionally stable.

At this time, someone had already taken Zhang Yuanxi up to the tower.

The cheer stopped as soon as the great hero went to the tower.

Everyone looked at the lame guy curiously. Everyone dared not despise it, and he looked respectfully in his eyes.

The lame can still do this. Under this world, how many people are in good hands and feet, but they can't compare with him.

"Father ..." Zhang Yuanxi looked stunned when he saw Zhang Sheng. He was too busy to fall to the ground.

Zhang Sheng is already in tears ~ www.readwn.com ~ At this moment, countless people looked at themselves enviously.

I ... have a good son.

"How do you ... how did you learn archery?"

"It's my master, he taught me carefully, I learned from him."

"Master, which one is your master?" Zhang Sheng was confused. Although Zhu Houzhao had roared many times, in fact, people didn't take Zhu Houzhao's words seriously, after all ... this guy was used to nonsense.

Zhu Houzhao was already in the crowd, his arms folded.

In fact, he was too excited, and his hips were not standard enough.

Fang Jifan frowned, this action, so familiar. How is it like in the last life, the guy who shouted "Kidney overdrawn" every day in TV commercials, it seems that people are also akimbo.

"It's the main palace!" Zhu Houzhao blushed excitedly: "The main palace looked at him with a sense of vitality, and he was teachable. He taught him a few hands at will, but he learned okay. Half of the archery, um ... Yuanxi, you shot pretty well, and you have to work hard in the future. "

Two and a half ...

Fang Jifan was shocked.

Lying trough ... His Royal Highness Prince, is a fellow of the same way, so bragging, so look at others, one and a half are added after 20%, which is equivalent to adding a decimal point in the later generations, is to pay attention to people.

The tearful Zhang Sheng was shocked in an instant. His son was actually the proud pupil of His Royal Highness, what time was this ...

Then, Zhang Sheng did not hesitate, fell down to the ground, and excitedly worshiped Zhu Hou Zhao.

"His Royal Highness, great grace and great virtue, unforgettable!"

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