It had been a long time since anyone had shot an arrow to lure the sacred heron down, and the white bird had already flown high into the sky. Naturally, the sacred heron had to be lowered before the bow could be drawn.
As he said, Luo Jiujiang did not use the arrow to shoot the white bird. Instead, he curled his thumb and index finger together, brought them to his lips, and whistled a long rhythmic sound.
He'd whistled before when he was deliberately trying to irritate someone, but never as beautifully as he did now. Anyone present with ears would have felt the clear sound, like the chirping of birds or the lapping of waves. It not only soothed the heart but also felt as if every pore in the body had opened up, a truly comforting and delightful experience. Regardless of whether the flower branch was given away, just the sound of the whistle was enough to draw praise.
"Brother Luo's unique skills."
"Just by listening to the sound, I seem to have caught the heart of Mr. Gongyi's music."
You Su said nothing, but had already clenched the paintbrush in his hand.
Even the divine heron on the horizon was attracted by the sound, swooping down without needing an arrow. Luo Jiujiang smiled at the sky, whistling continuously, patiently waiting for it to fly into range. But in his heart, a rather frivolous thought: By the time we return to Qidao, my whistle will be as good as the Seven-forked Bird, right? I wonder if that male bird will be able to bring home this beautiful bird again?
——If Zhen Shuangliu knew that this was all he had gained by teaching him the Sound Killing skill, he would have made Luo Jiujiang soak headfirst in the sea for half a month.
Perhaps because Luo Jiujiang was thinking of the seven-pronged bird when he killed it, the whistle had a special effect on attracting the bird. The white bird had flown lower than anyone had ever seen it fly. Even a hundred arrows fired simultaneously could not attract it to this height.
"That's all." Luo Jiujiang decided to stop while he was ahead, not craving for a better outcome. He placed the end of the flower branch on the bowstring, drew the bow past his ear, and said with a bright laugh, "Keep your flower—" The flower branch, like every arrow that had been sent flying from this powerful bow before, resolutely flew towards the white bird.
Everyone present had a basic understanding of bows and arrows, and was well aware of the importance of aiming the arrow's feathers right at the target. Back when Xie Chuncan had been chasing Luo Jiujiang to his death, he'd only spared him by breaking the arrow's head. If Luo Jiujiang had dared to suggest, "Don't break the arrow's head, try breaking the tail," Xie Chuncan would have shot the idiot's head into a rotten watermelon right there and then.
This demonstrates how unpredictable an arrow without feathers can be. The same was true of the flower shot by Luo Jiujiang. While the soft bud at the tip didn't lose much velocity, the arc strangely deviated mid-flight, sending it too high. Some at the archery range sighed unconcealedly, while others watched intently, hoping for a miracle.
"How can the branches shoot so high?" You Su said regretfully.
"I think it's because I've wrapped too much spiritual energy." Luo Jiujiang replied quietly: "It's okay, after trying it this way, I know what to do. The next one will definitely hit the target."
However, there was no need for Luo Jiujiang to shoot another arrow, because a miracle had indeed happened on the archery range.
The morning was windy, and as luck would have it, a gentle breeze blew through at that very moment. The archery range was sheltered by the many shelters, so those standing on the ground only felt the breeze on their faces, while in mid-air, the wind was just the right amount. This breeze, a stroke of genius, blew the flower branch down just enough to land right in the mouth of the upward-leaning heron, where it was caught in a single gulp.
Everyone was stunned at first, and then cheers filled the entire training ground.
"Nice wind, nice flowers, nice junior brother!"
Luo Jiujiang laughed out loud at this unexpected incident. The scholar came over to show him the sweat on his forehead from the nervousness of watching. He then put his arm around his shoulders and said jokingly, "Junior brother, you must be laughing at God loving you right now."
Everyone joined in the fun, shouting, "God favors our talented junior brother!" and "Everyone likes our junior brother, so how could Heaven dislike him?" Even You Su jokingly said, "Brother Luo truly lives up to his reputation as a rising star."
Luo Jiujiang's smile had not yet faded, and his voice was still filled with a happy tone. He corrected: "At this time, everyone should congratulate God for loving me. I am the only one who is happy that God loves it."
"I have this intention, God has this will. This flower is not given by me, it is sent by God."
As everyone chatted and laughed, the white bird suddenly swooped down, landing within a foot of the students. Its body was sleek and graceful, and its speed was so fast it even had the aura of a hawk. No one at the archery range had ever observed it so closely, and they were completely baffled as to its purpose.
The divine heron cannot speak and does not need to exchange pleasantries, so it can do things much more efficiently than humans. It opened its long beak and threw the flower back into Luo Jiujiang's arms, then lowered its head and picked up Luo Jiujiang's collar, twisted its neck and threw him onto its back, then flapped its wings and flew away.
The situation took a sudden turn for the worse, catching everyone off guard. From Luo Jiujiang who was already lying on the back of the white bird to every student standing blankly on the archery field, no one could react.
The air was quiet for a while before a student finally laughed out loud, and this time he laughed even harder than before. He ran after the Divine Heron while shouting at Luo Jiujiang, "Junior Brother Luo, you said the credit was from heaven, but that doesn't count. The Divine Heron clearly credited it to you!"
Luo Jiujiang grabbed the white bird's back and shouted at him: "Where is it taking me?!"
"Don't worry, that's the direction of Yao Peak! You're truly capable! Usually, we only see the divine heron bringing flowers to people, but we've never seen it lead people to pick them!"
These words seemed to reignite the joy in the air. The students at the archery field, inspired by this bizarre scene, all shouted "Junior Brother Luo" in unison, even attracting a number of onlookers, unsure of what was going on. You Su, also caught up in the atmosphere, followed suit and shouted "Brother Luo" twice before realizing this wasn't very polite.
He lowered his head and smiled shyly, but his eyes were bright as if they were hiding stars. Ever since he met Brother Luo, his life has suddenly been filled with so many unexpected surprises.
Qinglong Academy has been established for a hundred years, but has anyone ever been taken to Yao Peak by the Divine Egret?
...Huh? That's not right, right?
...Medicine Peak?
"..." Suddenly looking up, You Su waved his hand towards the empty space beside him: "Mr. Wu, please take me to Yao Peak to meet Brother Yin!"
With Senior Brother Yin's personality, if he saw an outsider suddenly appear on the top of Medicine Peak, he would boil Brother Luo into a pot of medicine dregs!
You Su hurried to Yaofeng, praying madly in his heart: The medicine must be simmered over low heat, and it must not be cooked in a short time. Brother Luo, you must adapt to the high temperature, you must have thick skin and flesh, and you must hold on and wait for me to come over!
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