Nangong Jing looked at him with disgust, and finally pulled his arm, which was tightly grasped by him, out of his arms. He picked up an arrow from the quiver and handed the arrow directly to Xu Shi.

"Ouch, this arrow is so heavy."

Xu pretended to be weak and even looked ashamed as if she couldn't lift the sword. Gran complained in his heart that the sword was indeed not clear, but there was no need to pretend to be so weak, as if he was a paper man. He ignored Xu and just picked up a lighter arrow from the quiver.

"Sister Xu, if you build it first, you can use this one. This sword is lighter, so Sister Xu won't feel tired when practicing with the sword."

He handed a sword to Xu, but Xu looked disdainful and held the sword even tighter in her hand, showing no intention of exchanging swords with him.

"Humph, I want to use the sword that the prince gave me. I want the sword that the prince gave me, no matter how heavy it is."

He said arrogantly, holding the heavy sword tighter in his hand.

The old man taught him while he watched Xu shooting arrows calmly and advised him.

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But he had no talent for archery, and he almost took off the first piece of clothing he tried.

The old man provoked again and looked at Xu with a mocking expression. Xu was so angry that his face turned red. He couldn't believe that Gran's luck could be so good.

"No, this is the sword shot by Gram. Gram is very talented."

"What do you know? I'm just a newcomer. If I had practiced for a while, I would definitely do better than him."

"Let me try it, too."

Nangong Jing brought two people to the shooting range, and Gran's arrow that hit the center of the bull's eye was still on the target.

He pretended to be full of expectations and picked up another arrow and put it on the bow. Unfortunately, his strength was very weak and even the action of drawing the bow was a little difficult. Just drawing the bow wasted a lot of time.

Xu once again looked like he would not give up until he achieved his goal. He picked up one event after another, and the arrows in the quiver were almost used up, but he still hadn't hit the bull's eye.

"What's the big deal? I can do it, too."

I stood there and saw that he was struggling, and I tried to remind him kindly, but he rejected my suggestion harshly.

"I'm not the girl. The old man said if you can't shoot accurately, you should stop shooting to avoid making a fool of yourself."

The old man laughed and sat back on the chair calmly.

"Sister, if you can't, don't force it."

"Didn't the old man say you can do it? Then come and shoot an arrow for me to see."

Nangong Jing ignored Xu's son and praised Gran in front of Xu.

He was so angry that he wanted to throw the sword to the ground many times, but when he looked at Nangong Jing, he picked up the sword again with a helpless look.

He picked up a sword again, but the result was the same every time he tried. The target was either a mop or at the very edge of the target, never hitting the center of the target.

She was so angry that she could only act like a spoiled child in front of the prince. The more he looked at her, the more annoyed he became. However, he could not get angry like Gran, so he could only talk to Nangong Jing.

"Wow, is this the sword on the web page? It hit the bull's eye right away. Your Majesty is really amazing."

"What kind of skill is this? You should go back and practice for a few more years."

"Girl, it's good to persevere, but you have to go the right way. If you don't have Miss Gran's talent, don't force yourself."

"Sister Xu, it's just once. Everyone can make mistakes. Do you want to try again?"

Xu thought that this was a limit set by Nangong Jing, and couldn't stop praising him.

"Oh, it turned out that it was my sister who shot the arrow. I didn't expect that my sister is also talented."

"Then I will make a fool of myself."

Gran smiled and put his sword aside. Standing far away from the target, he picked up an arrow and pulled the bow. As soon as he loosened his hand, the arrow flew forward quickly. It turned out to be another good arrow, and it hit the heart again.

Nangong Jing didn't say anything, but just called them over.

"See? This is strength."

Even though Xu didn't expect Nangong Jing to have a look of disgust on his face, the desire to give up suddenly burned in his heart, and he picked up the sword.

Xu pointed at Gran in dissatisfaction. She felt that the old man was biased towards Gran and in a fit of rage, she threw him to the ground.

"Impossible! Don't even think about making me give up. I don't have any other great advantages except perseverance. If you can really persuade me to leave, I will actually admire you."

"Mop, this is a bit inferior to Miss Gran just now."

"My Lord, he laughed at me."

Ge Lan picked up the sword, but Xu had no intention of trying again and sat on a stool nearby.

An old man holding a palm-leaf fan squinted his eyes and looked at the arrow that missed the target and stuck in the ground, and couldn't help sighing.

Xu originally didn't want to praise Gran, but because Nangong Jing also praised Gran, she, as a sister, couldn't make sarcastic remarks and had to praise him. However, she held the sword in her hand even tighter. She always looked down on Gran, and she only believed that Gran was lucky to hit the star with the sword.

"I think what uncle said is true. If you can't do it, just sit aside and watch me and Gran shoot arrows, so as not to hurt yourself by mistake."

"I won't be accidentally injured by you. Just watch me and I will definitely shoot a good sword."

She crossed her arms with a childish look on her face, looking at Gran who still held the sword in his hand. He didn't believe that his luck would be so good that he would hit the target the second time as well as the first time.

"Now that you have your sword, let's practice."

"What do you know? I'm just trying it out. Don't question my ability."

Xu shouted to him, and finally pulled the arrow away.

Xu was proud and arrogant, so naturally she didn't want others to say that about her. She suddenly felt a little angry and at the same time found it ridiculous.

How anxious must you be to speak like that?

The old man spoke to Xu, and it seemed that he had been beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back, so he threw his sword to the ground in anger.

"Old man, do you dislike me? Why do you always make fun of me? Is Gran really that good? He just happens to be talented in this area."

Xu shouted at the old man, but the old man didn't pay much attention to him. He just picked up the swords that he had shot on the ground one by one and put them back into the quiver.