Goro was a little confused and asked in a muffled voice: "Please explain clearly what bow and where is it?"

"It's the one who fought with Qilang, what's the name? It's called... Ouyang Yu's Xiaolang is testing the shooting on the edge of the western ridge of the village! He said that you made the bow. I've never seen it in my life, nor have I heard of a bow that can shoot so accurately and far away. If this bow is equipped with our Tang Dynasty, Tubo, and Turkic, they can run away with their heads and heads!" The old man talked a lot, and finally talked about the information that Wulang's family wanted to know.

"Erlang, Wulang, Qilang, Sumei, Yunniang, take our grandson with you, let's go to the west of the village to see!" The old lady understood the general meaning and felt a little moved. She decided to let the whole family go to see Ouyang Yu, one was to express her importance, and the other was to have the intention of comforting her.

Gradually, we reached the western ridge of the village and saw a dozen hunters and mountain people surrounding a semicircle, with a human-shaped wooden target hanging from the dead trees in the distance. The crowd occasionally screamed and cheered. As the family approached, everyone gave way.

This is the beginning of Mao.

I saw a man standing with his back facing away from everyone, his feet shoulder-width were shoulder-width, his legs were slightly bent, and his upper body was seated in the back, standing steadily like a cone in the soil.

Hold the bow in your left hand and your right hand hangs gently. In an instant, you will touch the quiver from your waist and squeeze out an arrow and gently put it on the string.

Sink your left arm, rotate your elbow internally, raise your arm, push the string, and aim.

The whole movement is as smooth as breathing, as natural as flowing water!

Time has stopped passing, and the picture is condensed at this moment.

The golden morning light shone on him and on the bow. The ridges of the fields suddenly became quiet, with only birds and insects singing.

The man fell into silence, but the bow seemed to have life!

When a ray of golden light reflects from the bow, the entire bow revitalizes like a dragon!

He moved, and he gently pressed his right thumb on the string-ticking machine.

There was only a "swoosh" sound, and a flying shadow rushed out. Then there was a "buzzing" sound of strings!

Everyone held their breath and tried their best to chase the arrow.

While he was shooting, a villager was running away.

After a while, "I'm hit! I'm hit again! Three hundred and twenty steps!" The villagers' voice came from afar. He ran back with his hands holding the target, with an arrow inserted on it.

"Okay! OK!" The loud shouts of storm sounded loudly! The crowd was boiling!

Goro and Shiro were also excited and their faces were red with their tiger fists tightly.

Ouyang Yu turned around and bowed to everyone with a smile. It seemed that he was not the one who shot the arrow just now, and had nothing to do with him. He was indescribable and free and relaxed!

When he saw the old lady's family, he came over and whispered: "Fifth Brother! It's done! The bow we made is done!"

"It's done, it's done... it's done!" Goro took the compound bow and gently stroked it, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you little brother!" Goro held his fists and bowed to one knee and thanked him.

Ouyang Yu was shocked when he saw this, "I can't do it, I can't do it!" He quickly supported each other with both hands and held it hard. But Wulang was determined to kneel down and thank him, but he became stalemate.
Chapter completed!