Chapter 79 When the Heart of Martial Arts Meets the Bow and Arrow

Shangguan, who started scolding, naturally knew Zeng Anmin, who was shooting the bow in the middle of the crowd.

He was afraid that Zeng Anmin would be unhappy, so he drove away everyone on the training ground by beating them.

"Zeng Zuoli..."

The minor official came up and said with a dry laugh, "They are just a bunch of ignorant scoundrels. Please don't bother with them..."

Zeng Anmin pulled out another arrow, put it on the bow, and took aim.

At this time, the martial arts energy in his body was slowly circulating.

According to the operation method of the second form of "Falling Jade Plate", it slowly flows towards the eyes.

When the gentle martial arts aura entered his eyes, those extremely sharp phoenix eyes became even more fierce.

Zeng Anmin felt that he could even see the tiny crack next to the center of the target fifty steps away.

He gently loosened his fingers.

“Chiu!!!”

"Bang!!!"

The tail of the arrow was trembling, and the tip of the arrow hit the center of the bull's eye.

"Hiss~"

When the official saw this, his eyes widened suddenly. He reacted very quickly and clapped his hands and shouted:

"Excellent arrows!!! Zeng Zuoli's archery skills are truly unparalleled!"

Unfortunately, there were only Zeng Anmin and him in the entire training ground.

His flattery sounded dry now.

"I guessed it."

Zeng Anmin smiled modestly.

I know you must be guessing.

The minor official secretly complained about it, but he dared not say much in public and just kept flattering.

Zeng Anmin was a little impatient, so he put away his longbow, sent the minor official away, and walked out of the Xuan Jing Division.

…

In an unknown jungle.

Zeng Anmin adjusted his breathing and looked sharply at a big tree a hundred steps ahead.

The embossed longbow in his hand seemed to be unable to bear the weight and made a creaking sound.

At this moment, the longbow that was half a person's height was suddenly pulled by him lightly and became the shape of a full moon!

"Huff~Huff~"

His breathing had an inexplicable rhythm.

A strand of the martial arts true energy in the body was separated and formed into a curved cyclone towards the arrow feathers on the bow, wrapping around the arrow feathers.

"Buzz~"

The arrow feathers groaned in pain.

It was as if the next moment the martial arts energy attached to his body would shatter into powder.

Finally, a breeze blew across Zeng Anmin's cheek, ruffling a strand of hair in front of his forehead.

Along with the beautiful hair, there was also the exquisitely embossed longbow that made the movement!

“Chiu!!!”

Zeng Anmin loosened his index finger.

The arrow feathers rubbed against the air at a high speed, making a whistling sound and spinning rapidly in the air!

"Bang!!!"

In a flash.

The arrow feather had already completely sunk into the tree.

"What a powerful force!"

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes.

He changed his position and went around to the side of the tree.

It can be clearly seen that behind the tree, where the arrowhead protrudes, a fist-sized hole is blown open by the martial arts aura attached to the arrow feathers.

"Is this the power brought by the Warrior's Heart?"

At this moment, he was still a little frightened.

If one relied solely on the "Falling Jade Plate", even with the spiral true qi, the arrowhead would at most only penetrate halfway into the wood.

After all, although the longbow in his hand is of great value, it is not a spiritual weapon, and the power it generates is limited.

However, things were not as simple as he imagined.

“Click~”

A barely audible sound came from the tree.

Zeng Anmin blinked in the corner of his eye.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the entire tree.

“Click~”

The sound of teeth ache is endless.

Before Zeng Anmin could think much, he saw the tree in front of him breaking bit by bit.

"Crash~"

From the branches to the roots, cracks appeared and then stopped moving.

"This... is the power of a warrior's heart?!"

Zeng Anmin was so shocked that he even lost his voice.

He gently stretched out his hand and tapped lightly with his fingers.

I suddenly felt it was extremely soft and with almost no effort, my fingers sank into the tree trunk.

this……

Zeng Anmin was still confused.

The whole tree suddenly collapsed, breaking into countless pieces in the wind and scattering all over the ground.

"Pah~"

The arrow feather couldn't withstand the force and fell to the ground.

Did I cause this mess?!

Zeng Anmin suddenly looked up and looked around vigilantly.

After finding that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the arrow feathers on the ground and ran madly out of the jungle.

“Thump, thump, thump~”

This time, he escaped from the scene at the fastest speed in his life!

Slip away!

…………

Zeng Anmin's heart was pounding as he sat back in the clerk's office.

Just now he was one hundred steps away from the tree.

If converted into zhang, it would be forty zhang!

In other words, with just a longbow.

The power of his martial arts aura increased...fourfold?!

What is this...concept?

With my current combat power at the Void Realm, what realm is it equivalent to?

At this moment, his mind was even beginning to become confused, and he began to re-examine the longbow in his hand.

"Gudong~"

Zeng Anmin's eyes were a little dazed.

Moreover, this was the case when he did not use the "intention" of the Dragon Map.

"When I go all out, won't every arrow I shoot be accompanied by a golden dragon flying towards the enemy?"

Zeng Anmin recalled the shadow of the Dragon Map in his sea of ​​consciousness...

So what does this become?

Eighteen Arrows to Subdue the Dragon?

Ugh, so tacky...

…………

Capital city.

Imperial study.

Emperor Jianhong sat on the chair, looking expressionlessly at the figure standing in front of him.

The figure was dressed in red clothes and had a white face and no beard.

A pair of extremely calm eyes seemed to make people feel at ease.

He just stood there quietly, as if he was smiling, but if you looked closely, he had no expression on his face.

It’s hard to describe, I just feel it’s extremely mysterious and wonderful.

He was extremely handsome with bright eyes and white teeth, and looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

He is none other than the eunuch Si Zhongxiao, whose writing is the object of everyone's desire, and whose blood everyone in the literati community wishes to eat and drink.

"Si Daban, tell me, how should I reward Prince Jiang for his rebellion?"

Jianhong's voice rang out.

He had a dignified demeanor and a voice that made people feel deeply.

An inexplicable sense of oppression arose in the imperial study.

The words fell.

Si Zhongxiao did not answer immediately. He was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes.

When their eyes met, Si Zhongxiao's body visibly straightened up, and his eyes were as gentle as an old dog by the courtyard wall.

"Your Majesty, I don't understand."

Si Zhongxiao's voice was very thin, and his throat was hoarse, whether intentionally or naturally.

It was that hoarseness that suppressed his soft voice.

Sounds like a normal man.

Emperor Jianhong raised his eyelids slightly, and his eyes fell on Si Zhongxiao.

A cold laugh sounded:

"Some people say that we should reward him, and suggest that since Yan'an Road currently has no governor, he should be the governor of both Fengqi and Yan'an."

As soon as these words were spoken, Si Zhongxiao lowered his eyes.

In the corner that Emperor Jianhong couldn't see, there was a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Although Jianhong didn't say it, Si Zhongxiao could guess immediately that the one who proposed this must be his mortal enemy...

"Do you think it's appropriate?"

Jianhong's voice this time was very calm, even gentle.

But Si Zhongxiao, who had been with Jianhong for a long time, began to feel a chill in his heart.

Only he knew that every time Emperor Jianhong spoke like this, someone would die...

After a long while, Si Zhongxiao slowly raised his head and said respectfully, his voice even softer than Jianhong's:

"Your Majesty, the Minister of War, Huang Yuangao, has requested to be buried. His hometown is in Liangjiang County. In my opinion, why not let him return home and temporarily take charge of Fengqi Road?"

As soon as these words came out.

Jianhong's eyes were filled with brilliance! !

(End of this chapter)