Chapter 254: Help from an Expert
A group of people had gathered in front of the pitching pot stall.
It was already quite interesting to see two little girls competing in pitching pots, especially since they were both blindfolded.
"Hey, this little girl in black is good!"
"Yeah, yeah, you can shoot so accurately even with your eyes blindfolded, you're quite skilled!"
"She seems to be the daughter of the head escort of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency. What's her name... Du Qian?"
"The one next to it is still too small. That short arrow is almost as long as her little arm!"
"Hahaha, your posture is quite standard. You're quite courageous to dare to compete with the daughter of our Chief Escort, Mr. Du!"
Such discussions could be heard from the crowd from time to time.
Rong He saw Baoya's little hand shaking as she held the short arrow, and he suddenly became anxious.
"Could you please stop talking?!"
"You are so talkative, or else you guys come on!"
The crowd suddenly fell silent.
The young master of the Rong family has some reputation.
Baoya tried her best to straighten her back, and her little hand holding the short arrow was shaking a little.
She could hear that the first arrow had missed.
She also heard the discussions of the onlookers.
Damn it, she regretted it so much. If she had known this day would come, she would never have slacked off when practicing before!
It’s a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, otherwise she would definitely buy it and drink half a bottle in one go!
"Ruoruo! Ruoruo is the best! Ruoruo wins first place!"
Madam Rong's voice suddenly came from the crowd, and it was particularly clear among the whispers.
Baoya sniffed, calmed herself down, estimated the direction, and threw with all her strength.
whoosh!
Listening to the sound of the wind brought by the short arrow, she frowned and her heart sank, as if something was wrong.
However……
Bang!
"It's in! Baoya, you made it!"
Rong He danced with joy and almost jumped up on the spot.
whoosh!
On the other side, Du Qian also scored.
Yang Runan looked at Rong He's jubilant expression and rolled his eyes: "What's there to be happy about? Even if she scores the last shot, she's still one shot short of my Senior Sister Du!"
Rong He was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at her and said, "You...you...you shut up!"
Because of his upbringing, he couldn't say any explicit swear words, and he couldn't help but miss Yunyue a little.
If Yunyue were here, she would talk so much that Yang Runan would be unable to open his mouth!
Baoya picked up the third arrow, but her little head was a little confused. She had clearly thrown it a little off just now, so how could it have gone in?
But without thinking too much, she threw the third arrow.
With the experience of the previous two times, she had basically found the right direction and strength, so she made the shot easily.
The same was true for the remaining seven, and almost every time she made a shot, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd behind her.
Among these voices, the voices of Rong He and Old Madam Rong were the loudest.
On the contrary, Du Qian next to her, for some reason, scored two goals in a row at the beginning, but then missed the target many times, and in the end she missed all three shots.
"The game is over!" the stall owner finally shouted, "This younger girl won!"
Baoya took off the silk ribbon from her eyes.
Du Qian next to her also took off the silk ribbon, but her face was very dark.
"I won." Baoya turned her head to look at her, her voice sweet and soft and calm.
"Tsk," Du Qian glanced at her with disdain, "It was just a fluke!"
She didn't know what happened today. She was obviously doing it very well, but she missed the last three shots!
Du Qian was furious! But she refused to admit it! How embarrassing!
"What happened just now doesn't count!" She frowned and stared at Baoya, "Let's compete again!"
"Why doesn't it count? I obviously won!" Baoya didn't expect that she would go back on her word, and she was so angry that her face turned red.
"It's not a matter of fact. I was the one who proposed the competition, so if I say it doesn't count, it doesn't count! Let's start over and compete in whip techniques!"
Du Qian quickly pulled out the black whip from her waist and whipped it towards the ground in front of Bao Ya.
Bang!
The whip hit Baoya's feet, splashing small stones that hit the back of her feet, causing numbness and pain.
Baoya frowned, but still said calmly: "No. It's getting late, I want to go home with Brother Rong and Grandma."
Upon hearing that they were going home, Mrs. Rong ran over happily.
He came up to Baoya and said with a smile, "Ruoruo is great! Let's go home!"
"Okay, let's go home now." Baoya raised her face and smiled sweetly at Madam Rong.
Du Qian felt irritated when she saw the old lady in front of her laughing foolishly. She played with the whip in her hand and sneered:
"Oh, you really listen to this fool!"
"What did you say?"
Baoya stopped smiling immediately, and looked at her with her bright eyes without blinking.
"I say," Du Qian raised her eyebrows and spoke word by word deliberately, "You really listen to this idiot..."
"You are stupid! Apologize to your grandmother!" The little girl bit her lips, and her eyes became sharp at this moment.
Du Qian was startled, but soon sneered: "Why, am I wrong? Look at her, she is just a fool."
"You...!" Baoya bit her lips and clenched her fists in anger.
Seeing her puffed-up cheeks and fierce look, Du Qian smiled provocatively: "What, you still want to hit me? Come on!"
She was hoping to irritate Baoya so that she could fight with her.
When it comes to whipping, she is sure that this little girl who is still breastfeeding is definitely not her opponent!
Bang!
A silver light flashed before her eyes, and Du Qian felt a pain on her face. She raised her hand and touched it, only to find it covered in blood.
When she looked up, the little girl was staring at her fiercely.
"Haha, sure!" Du Qian felt a surge of anger rising from her heart. "Don't you know you shouldn't hit someone in the face?"
"Who told you to scold my grandmother?"
Baoya flipped her white and tender little arm, and the dragon beard noodles hit Du Qian's face again!
But Du Qian was prepared and dodged this time.
The black whip came towards Baoya like a snake, with fierce momentum and cold murderous intent.
Longxumian was not willing to be outdone, but Baoya had never had actual combat experience, so he soon fell behind.
Du Qian forced her to stagger back several steps, and the whip almost brushed past her fair little face several times.
If it was a millimeter closer, her face would be disfigured!
Rong He was so anxious that he pushed Yan Fei beside him and said, "Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Pull them apart quickly!"
Yan Fei stood there calmly without moving. Rong He and the people watching here could not notice it, but as a fellow martial artist, he had already noticed it.
Ever since Baoya started playing the game of throwing pots, there have been masters secretly helping her.
The master's technique was so swift that he only caught a glimpse of his afterimage. The arrow that Bao Ya should have thrown astray thudded into the pitching pot, and the three arrows that Du Qian threw astray were also deflected by the master's hidden weapon.
But he couldn't see clearly what kind of hidden weapon the other party was using.
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