Keshan took the bow, stood still in front of the target again, put the arrow in his hand on it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought to himself: It is already difficult for this body to pull a half-stone bow, and it is definitely more difficult to pull a 60-jin bow. In this case, the only thing to do is to pull the bowstring with all your strength. After the bowstring is drawn, this body can support about one breath. That is to say, the three actions of pulling the string, aiming, and shooting must be done precisely in one breath, and there is no time to spare.
If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will make a fool of myself today. It's a pity that Keshan is not an ordinary person. He lacks neither precise calculation ability nor superb skills. Therefore, Fifth Prince and Forte are destined to be disappointed today. It's a pity that the two of them didn't know it, they thought they had avenged Little Swallow, and they were standing aside secretly proud of themselves.
Looking at the position of the bull's-eye in front, Keshan measured the height of the raised arm and the angle of the arrow aiming. Keshan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength on the right hand pulling the string, and suddenly exerted force Raise your arms at the same time.
The arrow shining with silver light pierced through the air with a "swoosh", and instantly plunged into the red bull's-eye 50 meters away, impartially.
The onlookers stared at the arrow tail feathers fluttering in the wind, dumbfounded.
Keshan's arrow movement was too fast. It can be said that when he raised his arm and drew the bowstring, the arrow had already been shot, and the time was so short that he directly omitted the action of aiming. Therefore, when the arrow hit the red heart, many people couldn't believe their eyes, but at the same time, they were also impressed by the young man's superb archery skills, and they were speechless for a while.
"Good arrow!" The onlookers were veterans after all, and they immediately saw the young man's details, and applauded without hesitation. A student who is so good at archery, why didn't he notice it? Many acquaintances looked at his appearance secretly, and suddenly realized that it turned out to be the son of Keshan who was sick and absent from school within a few days of the new arrival, no wonder he was born.
"Lucky! Another arrow!" Yong Qi stared at the arrow in the middle of the bull's-eye in front of him, his face livid.
Hearing Fifth Prince's outrageous request, Keshan hid it tightly in his sleeve, a few traces of bright red right hand quietly appeared between his fingers, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Aggressive and aggressive, it is really unbearable.
However, before he could make any action, a majestic voice suddenly intervened, breaking the imminent situation.
"That's enough! Don't shoot anymore!"
Hearing the familiar deep voice with a sense of oppression, everyone was shocked, and quickly turned to the source of the voice, knelt down and saluted neatly.
Keshan knelt down in a good manner, stared at the bright yellow soap boots in front of him and sighed secretly: Could it be that the emperors are all gods and dragons who see their heads but see their tails?
"Get up." Qianlong frowned, stepped forward two steps, and personally pulled up the thin boy who was kneeling, "The arrow just now was shot exquisitely!" The emperor patted the boy's shoulder with a joyful tone.
Using exquisite descriptions and extremely accurate, it can be seen that Qianlong came for more than a moment.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment." Keshan quickly cupped his hands in thanks, and after putting down his hands, he smiled slightly at the emperor's serious and handsome face.
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