Chapter 99: Entering the Dao with “Shooting”
The whistling sound continued in my ears.
Zeng Anmin and Bai Ziqing returned the same way they came.
It is almost March now, and even the evening breeze feels only pleasant on my face.
Although the posture is a bit awkward.
But Zeng Anmin still rode his mount all the way to the capital.
“Da~”
As soon as his toes touched the ground, Zeng Anmin felt as if he was floating in the clouds.
Then they safely climbed over the city wall of the capital.
"You can't stay here, you have to go back quickly."
As Bai Ziqing spoke, he began to take off his nightgown.
Zeng Anmin naturally followed suit. After taking off his nightgown, he earnestly instructed Bai Ziqing:
"What happened tonight must be kept to myself."
"Also, you must find a way to call me when you raid Prince Qi's house."
Zeng Anmin's expression was extremely serious.
Although King Qi is dead.
But the whereabouts of the Xihuangtu must be clarified.
Otherwise, it would be like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.
"Is it such a big grudge?"
Bai Ziqing was a little confused.
"Well, irreconcilable."
Zeng Anmin was too lazy to say more, and said with a serious look:
"This matter must not be taken lightly."
"OK."
Bai Ziqing could sense that Zeng Anmin seemed to be hiding something...
But he is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs.
Since I have promised Zeng Anmin, I must do this little thing.
"As for that case..." Zeng Anmin looked at Bai Ziqing.
The two of them had already secretly walked to the street.
"It's just a small case. I have my own way to handle it."
Bai Ziqing chuckled, waved his hand to reject Zeng Anmin's kindness, and then added:
"Anyway, there are still a few days left. If it doesn't work out, I'll come back to you."
"Um……"
Zeng Anmin frowned and nodded: "Okay, nothing else, I'll go home first."
"good."
…………
"father?"
As soon as I got home, I saw a figure standing in my yard.
In the moonlight, Zeng Anmin could clearly see his father standing under the moonlight, looking towards the door indifferently.
"Ahem."
Zeng Anmin coughed twice and walked towards his father:
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Waiting for you."
Zeng Shilin looked at him expressionlessly, slowly sat down on the stone bench in the yard, and then asked:
"What are you doing?"
Zeng Anmin did not hide anything and told his father everything that happened tonight.
"Mysterious master?"
Dad's brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were flashing, and I don't know what he was thinking.
"What? Do you have any ideas?"
Zeng Anmin blinked, thinking that his father already had a candidate in mind.
"No." Dad shook his head: "I am not a god."
At this point, his eyes turned to admiration:
"But you didn't go alone tonight, but chose to call Bai Ziqing..."
"This is a point that makes me very happy."
"My main concern is to avoid the risk of exposure. Besides, if we get Brother Bai on board, it will be difficult for him to get off later."
Zeng Anmin explained.
Then he came and sat down in front of his father, and said in a deep voice:
"King Qi is dead, and my father and I have established a foothold in this huge capital."
"It's not a solid foundation, but it's more than enough to intimidate the villains."
Dad chuckled, a look of obvious satisfaction on his face.
He was very pleased with his son's political acumen.
This method of overthrowing King Qi was so perfect that even he, a veteran in officialdom with many years of experience, had to admire it.
Accurately grasp everyone's psychology, especially Emperor Jianhong.
And make very reasonable use of all the clue resources at hand.
In the end, even Zeng Anmin, the person who came up with the plan, did not show up.
This doesn't seem like something a sixteen-year-old could plan.
If we wait until this kid grows up a little more, who knows how he will grow up?
"Then I wish my father a prosperous career and a meteoric rise in the officialdom!"
Zeng Anmin smiled and said a few nice words.
"Well, regarding the Xihuangtu, you must not slack off."
Dad looked at Zeng Anmin solemnly.
The father could naturally guess the current situation of his eldest son.
Once the Xihuangtu is awakened, Zeng Anmin's identity will not be directly exposed.
However, due to the existence of the Tiandao League, the secret of the five Tiandao maps in the world will definitely not be kept!
It's only a matter of time before the Dragon Map is exposed...
"Don't worry, Dad. I know what's going on."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
He was more worried than his father, so he naturally wouldn't joke about this matter.
…………
No words were spoken that night.
The next day, a fast horse galloped towards the palace.
"King Qi was killed, and all the officers and soldiers who were escorting him, including the captain, were killed!!"
This extremely serious case was handed over to the Imperial City Bureau and Jingzhao Prefecture for joint investigation in the anger of Emperor Jianhong.
And they demanded that the murderer be found within seven days.
…
Of course, this has little to do with Zeng Anmin.
The date for raiding Qi Wang’s house has not yet been set.
He began his rare college life in the Imperial College.
Very comfortable and beautiful.
Even a place as large as the Imperial College had a training ground specifically for its students.
Among the six arts of a gentleman, not many people choose to major in "archery".
But the Imperial College had a large number of students.
There were quite a few people on the training ground.
At a glance, there were about twenty students.
At this time, in the middle of the training ground stood a middle-aged man in his forties.
This man has a pale complexion and a solemn expression.
He was wearing a clean white scholar's suit, which made him very conspicuous.
This person is Tian Qilin, one of the six great doctors of the Imperial College, who reached the fifth level of Taoism and Confucianism through "archery".
In his hand he held an inconspicuous black short bow.
That short bow was far inferior to the black gold bow, a spiritual weapon from the Xuanzhen Division in Zeng Anmin's hand.
But at this time, the middle-aged man stood in the crowd, gently twisting the bowstring in his hand.
"Among the six arts of a traditional gentleman, 'archery' is divided into two types: one is mounted archery, and the other is dismounted archery."
Tian Qilin's eyes were calm and his voice rang in the ears of all the students.
"And my Confucianism and Taoism also practice two kinds of archery. In addition to mastering archery on horseback and on foot, one must also comprehend the meaning of this way."
"What is intention?"
Tian Qilin looked at everyone.
His eyes met those of the students.
There was a look of confusion in everyone's eyes.
Zeng Anmin's mouth also twitched.
If I want to know what intention is, why should I come to attend this class?
"Master Tian, the path of 'intention' is the only way for me to cultivate Confucianism. The ultimate goal is to comprehend the different artistic conceptions within the Six Arts, integrate them into my own vast and boundless aura, cultivate the Confucian Dharma, and break through to the fifth level."
Qin Wan slowly stood up with a calm expression on her face. Although her voice was soft, it floated confidently into the ears of all the students.
"Haha." A smile appeared on Tian Qilin's face when he heard Qin Wanyue's words.
He didn't think Qin Wanyue was showing off, so he nodded and replied with a smile:
"So, although I don't require your archery skills to be extremely accurate, every time the arrow leaves the bowstring, you must carefully feel the arrow and the bowstring... That's why my archery skills have always been average."
But after he said this, he gently pulled out an arrow from the quiver beside him, pulled up the short bow in his hand, and shot without even looking.
“Chiu!!”
Thirty steps away, he hit the bull's eye firmly.
…
All the students were stunned when they saw this scene.
You said you were an average shooter.
Then look at the bull's eye!
He shot the target without even looking... is that what you call archery?
"Don't be so surprised, practice makes perfect."
Master Tian sighed, his eyes becoming deep:
"It's only after I've practiced shooting so much that I've finally grasped the meaning of the art of shooting."
“Remember, when you’re nocking an arrow, don’t think about accuracy.”
“Only when there are no distracting thoughts in your mind can you comprehend the meaning.”
"Is there anyone willing to give it a try?"
Master Tian smiled and looked at the students.
“Let me try!!”
The little fat prince was full of confidence. He stood up with a short bow in his hand.
As one of the six doctors of the Imperial College, Master Tian naturally knew the identity of the fat prince.
So, when he stood up, Tian Qilin's attitude was very good. He came to the side of the little fat prince with a smile.
He reached out his hand and carefully helped the prince correct his posture.
His voice was also very gentle. "You don't need to aim, and you don't need to worry about whether you can hit the target. You just need to silently think about how the arrow will move after it collides with the bowstring..."
Bit by bit, without any reservation, he broke it down and taught it to the little fat prince.
"Um……"
The little fat prince listened thoughtfully.
Then he suddenly let go.
“Chiu!!”
The arrow left the bow in an instant and hit the center of the target with incredible accuracy.
“Awesome!!”
"An arrow hits the bull's eye!!"
"This classmate is so accurate, it really is true that appearances cannot be judged by appearances!"
"powerful!!"
The students around all gave kind encouragement.
Only Tian Qilin had a blank expression, and even the corners of his mouth were twitching.
"What insights did you gain from shooting that arrow just now?"
His voice rang out.
"Well……"
The little fat prince scratched his head awkwardly and stared at the ground in shame.
"As for an arrow... it just keeps going forward... eh..."
Obviously, when he was shooting the arrow just now, he subconsciously thought about the issue of accuracy.
"Huh~" Tian Qilin took a deep breath and tried to smile.
"Well, it's a good point to keep moving forward, but that's not enough. It has to be your own understanding."
After saying this, he raised his head, looked at the students expressionlessly and said:
"The Dao of 'Intention' must be understood by oneself. Once you understand it, you will understand it even if others don't tell you. But if you don't understand it, even if others tell you a thousand times, you still won't understand it."
Having said that, he sighed softly and said:
"Of the six arts of a gentleman, the most difficult is to comprehend the meaning of archery. In fact, I was lucky to comprehend it back then. If I quit now, there is still time. Any of the other five arts are easier to comprehend than archery."
“How can I quickly comprehend the meaning?”
The prince looked up at the teacher blankly.
"First, you must reach the sixth-grade gentleman realm."
Tian Qilin sighed: "If you are not at the level of a gentleman, it may not be a good thing to be exposed to the Six Arts too early."
"Why do you say that?"
Zeng Anmin asked the teacher curiously.
Tian Qilin glanced at Zeng Anmin calmly, then said, "This is just my own understanding. After all, no one stipulates that one cannot learn the Six Arts unless they reach the Sixth Rank."
Having said this, he glanced at the remaining students and said:
"If one is too ambitious and impetuous, even if one masters the Six Arts, it is not certain that one will go further on the path of Confucianism."
"I respect your teachings."
This is how the students responded.
But there are a few things that I keep in mind... but I don’t know.
"Haha." Tian Qilin just smiled and said nothing.
There are very few people in this world who can reach the fifth level in the art of archery.
Most Confucian practitioners still choose to enter the Tao through "ritual, music, and calligraphy".
After all, these are more in line with the state of mind of Confucian cultivation.
Only Qin Wanyue and Zeng Anmin seemed to be thinking about something.
"Brother Quan Fu, try it?"
Qin Wanyue looked at the huge black gold longbow in Zeng Anmin's hand with curiosity.
The Confucian practitioners in the field were all holding short bows, also known as soft bows, which did not require much strength to draw.
Only the black gold longbow in Zeng Anmin's hand looked extremely awkward.
"sure."
Zeng Anmin nodded immediately and came to the front of the target.
He recalled what Tian Qilin had just said:
"You don't need to aim, and you don't need to worry about whether you can hit the target. You just need to silently think about how the arrow will move after it hits the bowstring..."
To put it bluntly, there should be no distracting thoughts in your mind.
But there are very few people who can do this.
At least Zeng Anmin is not among them.
He also made the same mistake as the fat prince.
I reminded myself not to look around, but subconsciously I still looked at the target.
He only pulled the black gold longbow slightly.
Even getting one point is extremely difficult.
After all, his current identity is a "Confucian cultivator".
“Chiu!!”
Although it was only pulled away by an inch, the arrow feather between Zeng Anmin's bowstring still flew towards the center of the target with a whistling sound.
"Bang!!!"
Hit the bull's eye.
Feeling the arrow, Zeng Anmin frowned slowly.
No, that's not the feeling.
He didn't even have time to deal with outsiders on the sidelines.
He just pulled out another arrow.
On the strings.
“Chiu!!”
This time, the arrow did not hit the bull's eye.
Didn't even hit the target.
“Pah.”
The arrow fell weakly to the ground.
All the students smiled softly.
It's also a good-natured laugh.
But there is still a hint of sarcasm in this.
In the entire audience, only Tian Qiling, a doctor from the Imperial College, exclaimed "Huh" after seeing the arrow.
He didn't say much, just kept his eyes on Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin frowned at this time.
He drew his bow and drew the string.
“Chiu!!!”
Another arrow flew away from the black gold longbow string.
"Bang!!!"
Landed steadily on the bull's eye.
No!!
Zeng Anmin seemed to have entered another realm at this time.
He could no longer hear anyone's voice.
He took out another arrow, put the string on it and shot it at a swift speed.
“Chiu!!”
The arrow did not miss, but only hit the edge of the target.
“That’s the feeling.”
Zeng Anmin's eyes suddenly lit up.
As the bow and arrow whizzed away, he clearly felt that the vast green energy in his sea of consciousness seemed to be pulled.
“Huh~”
He took a deep breath and continued to pick up the arrows in the quiver without delay.
(End of this chapter)
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