The Three Kingdoms Of The North Are Proud And Heroic

Zu Zhao carefully observed this rough and arrogant man for a while, ordinary people would never dare to offend the ranger on horseback and sword, not to mention that the other party was just alone, but he had such courage, it was definitely not a thing in the pool. I immediately felt a little appreciation.

The man didn't pay attention to Zhang Yuan, he laughed coldly for a while, and the hand holding the dagger still didn't let go.

Zu Zhao jumped off the horse and came to the other party, politely saluted, and asked, "Dare to ask the name of the strong man?" The

man glanced at Zu Zhao, although his face was not good-looking, but it was slightly friendlier than when he looked at Zhang Yuan and Zhang Yu. He didn't return the salute, and said lukewarmly: "It's just a village man, how can he worry about his cheap name."

Zu Zhao smiled, didn't think too much, and said bluntly: "In this way, I won't ask too much." In the Xiabei Guo Pavilion Zuzhao, if he has leisure or happens to pass by the Beiguo Pavilion, he can come to sit down and rest, and drink a cup of weak tea.

The man looked at Zu Zhao with interest, and said lightly: "It's really rare to have such a bearing at a young age." I'm guessing that the arrows on this trunk are from you, right?

Zu Zhao didn't know what the other party meant, and after a little hesitation, he bowed his head and said: "The two arrows above are shot from below, and the arrow below is from the hand of this brother. He glanced at Zhang Yuan, who was still on horseback.

The man nodded slightly, and said logically: "It's not strange. The actual winner of this competition should be you.

As soon as the words came out, the surrounding children of the ancestral family and the rangers all showed shocked expressions. Threes and twos exchanged ears, although most of the children of the ancestral family were happy, but they inevitably questioned that this hunter of unknown origin was talking nonsense. The Zhang brothers spoke disrespectfully to him before, maybe they belittled the Zhang brothers out of revenge.

Zhang Yu was extremely emotional, pointed at the man with a horsewhip and shouted: "Thief, dare to talk nonsense here and die!"

Even Zhang Yuan's face couldn't hold it, and he couldn't hide the anger in his heart, showing three marks on his face, and the hatred reflected in his eyes gradually rose into a killing intent, and he couldn't wait to immediately ride his horse and pounce on the arrogant and unscrupulous wild man.

Zu Zhao was aware of the change in the atmosphere in the air, he maintained a modest attitude, and explained to the man: "The strong man is afraid that there is a misunderstanding, this time the competition with Brother Wenyi is to shoot the wine gourd, not the pearl of the dead tree. Ashamed, only one of the next three arrows was hit, and the results speak for themselves. The

man said disdainfully: "This competition between the little brother and that person, the villager, I watched carefully under the tree in the east, and I have already guessed how you will win or lose." Hugh blames the village husband for being nosy, but the art of bow archery is a great hobby in a certain life, so I stopped to watch. Regardless of precision, strength, or technique, the little brother is indisputably superior.

Zu Zhao raised his eyebrows, with a curious and puzzled expression, and said strangely: "The strong man's conclusion is inevitably exaggerated." It is obvious to all that even if a strong man likes the art of bow shooting, he can't be too big. The

man smiled meaningfully, said no more, turned and walked to the trunk of the tree with great strides, and reached out to pull out the feathered arrows that had been nailed into the trunk. The first two arrows were pulled down with a little force, but the third arrow was easily removed. There are three traces left on the trunk of the tree, and the depth is clear at a glance. He glanced at Zhang Yuan mockingly, but still didn't speak.

Zhang Yuan's face was gloomy, he secretly gritted his teeth, and endured it without having a seizure. Zhang Yu couldn't hold his breath at all, and grinned: "Shooting wine gourd is shooting wine gourd, you thief puppet An dare to mess around?"

Zu Zhao didn't pay much attention to the outcome of this competition, but he was very interested in the man's unique explanation. He maintained his etiquette and demeanor, and said euphemistically: "As far as the matter is concerned, it has been agreed in advance, and it will be regarded as a loss no matter what." The

man joked: "If you are just a boy who has nothing to do and plays at will, then even if you are a village man, I will lose my words." Otherwise, a dignified seven-foot man who doesn't want to serve the country, just wants to be greedy for a while, what kind of system will he become?

Zhang Yuan couldn't bear it anymore, and retorted unconvinced: "It's really arrogant." Are you shooting when we are? The wine gourd hangs in the treetops, moving with the wind, just like a person walking and stopping, elusive. I don't even understand this, and I dare to claim to be a good bower, but I really pretend to be a ghost, which is ridiculous. The

man glanced at Zhang Yuan coldly, and did not rush to speak, but first bent down and picked up a hemp rope from the ground, which was the rope sleeve used to tie the wine gourd before, and there was a gourd fragment attached to one end of the rope sleeve. He lifted the noose high and showed it a circle from left to right, without any expression on his face. Everyone stared at the rope sleeve in confusion, and for a while they couldn't guess what the other party was going to show.

"Don't you see that there are two marks on this rope?" The man said with a humming voice.

After this prompt, everyone took a closer look, and sure enough, they saw two extremely slight scratches on the rope. The traces are very new, presumably from a short time ago. Seeing this, the astute person had vaguely guessed the approximate. Zu Zhao, who had always maintained a modest attitude on the side, gradually showed a slightly happy look. For this exchange, he did put a lot of thought into it.

"It's... What does this mean? Zhang Yu still didn't see the doorway.

"Hmph, the first two arrows of this little brother were all set off a hundred paces away, and they were not aimed at the wine gourd, but at the rope on the wine gourd. These two abrasions are arrow marks. In contrast, the other person took nearly sixty or seventy steps to shoot an arrow, and even if he shot the gourd, it was barely enough, what is the way? This so-called competition has been at a different level from the beginning, and the winner has long been known. The man said bluntly.

Zhang Yuan's face was extremely gloomy, and the hand holding the reins trembled faintly because of excessive force.

Although Zhang Pre and the other rangers were annoyed, they were completely unable to deal with it for a while. If it were normal, they would not talk too much nonsense, and they would just fight. But there are many children of the ancestral family present at this time, and since it is a competition, they should more or less explain some reasoning, otherwise it will be unjustifiable in terms of morality and emotion.

Zu Zhao really admires this "nameless villager", it seems that the other party is really a person who is good at bow and archery. As said, he aimed at the rope sleeve of the wine gourd from the beginning, and he didn't have much confidence in shooting the wine gourd, so he simply fought a bigger one, trying to shoot an amazing arrow, and moved back a little face in one fell swoop. Even if it is unsuccessful, it is a big deal to sincerely admit defeat, on the one hand, it shows personal character, and on the other hand, it can also take the opportunity to promote Zhang Yuan.

A ranger like Zhang Yuan is nothing more than a good face, and he can prescribe the right medicine.

Earlier, he didn't know that the first two arrows had hit the edge of the rope noose, maybe it was caused by the wind blowing through the arrows, or maybe it was really a near shot, and there was some element of luck in it. But in the final analysis, the good thing is that it can still reflect a certain amount of technical content. With the knowledge of the two brothers, Zhang Yuan and Zhang Pre, I am afraid it is difficult to see the mystery, and because of this, he will choose the last arrow to directly smash the wine gourd with a heavy bow, showing his hand to ensure a face.

"It's just a rubbing edge, what's so difficult about that? Besides, why are you sure that the two arrows that cut through the rope came from him? Zhang Pre said arrogantly.

"Hold your mouth open, and don't be embarrassed." As soon as Zhang Yuan's voice fell, Zhang Yuan reprimanded loudly.

Although he has a good face, he will never disregard morality because he wants to save face, even a young man like Zu Zhao can look down on the victory and defeat, if he cares about it, wouldn't he lose his mind and demeanor even more? As early as in the process of the competition, he had already noticed that Zu Zhao was extraordinary, and what the "nameless villager" said in front of him was just a confirmation. It was precisely because of this consideration that he simply put down the shelf completely, jumped off the horse, and walked to Zu Zhao and bent over to clench his fists.

What this strong man said is that although Zhang is competitive, he will not distinguish between right and wrong. As the eldest prince said before, the technique of losing is small, and he is brave after being ashamed. Zhang's five bodies fell to the ground, and there was no dissatisfaction. Brother

Wenyi said seriously. It is true that this time the brother and brother are learning archery skills, and friendship is important, and victory or defeat is no longer important. Zu Zhao replied modestly.

"Haha, the eldest prince is a bold person, Zhang Wenyi is willing to make this friend!" Zhang Yuan pretended to say loudly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was really grateful to the eldest son of the ancestral family for being humble and polite, so that everyone had to step down. He had to be convinced, it seemed that this son was able to repel Huma with a large number of enemies, and it was by no means a boast or a fluke.

Zhang foresaw this, and hurriedly jumped off the horse, and also beckoned the other rangers to dismount together. There was a little embarrassment on his face, and he scratched his head and snorted.

"The eldest prince, the right person should be talking nonsense and a stinky fart. You must not take it personally. "

Where, brother, is outspoken, but he is really a man of temperament." Zu Zhao also replied politely.

After saying that, he turned to the "nameless villager", since he had been greatly surprised by this person earlier, and now because of the other party's remarks, he had completely improved his situation, and it was natural that he should be more wooed.

"The strong man is deeply hidden, and I sincerely ask the strong man for his surname." He bowed as he spoke.

"I don't dare to be, the little brother has a certain heart. Today is a pastime, so don't let it go. In the face of Zu Zhao's politeness, the man was not polite at all, and waved his hand and said with a look of unwillingness to see. Before the words were settled, the man had already taken a step.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, some were angry, some were surprised, no one could see through who this "nameless villager" was, whether it was facing the threat of Zhang Yuan and Zhang Pre-rangers, or the hospitality of the Zu Zhaohao clan, they could turn a blind eye. The crowd spontaneously dodged out of the way, and the villagers walked away.

Zu Zhao looked at the other party's back, full of emotions, now is the eve of the coming chaos, those famous heroes in history, most of them are still unknown small characters. It's like this mysterious villager.