Infinite: The system takes flight, and Zhao Yingkong confesses his love at the beginning

The stubborn boss has always refused to sell non-sale products, so angry that the veteran Zhang Jie wants to rob it, anyway, this is also a plot world, and they are on the verge of life and death, what morality do they need?

But the good old man Zheng Zha was unwilling to do this, and persuaded the shopkeeper to sell it to them.

In the end, it was Ming Yanwei who stopped them, stepped forward silently, bowed deeply to the shopkeeper, and said sincerely in Japanese

"Bow tori master. "

The shopkeeper's eyes instantly became sharp, and his originally somewhat rickety figure became tall

"You call me that, you seem to be a real bow too?".

Yutori is a title from the Toei Sengoku period to the Azuchi-Momoyama period (15th to early 17th century), meaning "archer". At the time, archery was a noble profession and was generally respected and valued. The title is usually given to successful samurai or military leaders who have excelled in war, showing bravery and wisdom.

Master craftsman is the highest honorific title of Dongying manufacturing industry, representing the spirit of craftsmen. Of course, in modern times, it has slowly become the "spirit of craftsmanship", which has nothing to do with this article and will not be repeated.

Ming Yan replied with a slight bitterness

"I used to be. She also won the women's championship at the Asian Games. "

The shopkeeper's voice softened a lot, and he asked rhetorically, "Ever?"

Ming Yan showed remorse on his face and said sincerely

"Yes, ever. Because I was young and ignorant, because of the so-called love, I gave up archery. But now, I have found that all external forces, even the so-called lover, are not the most reliable. The most reliable is only myself, only the bow and arrow in my hand. But ......

Under the gaze of the shopkeeper, Ming Yanwei raised a bow in his hand, which was the most expensive bow on the exhibition table in the store - this beautiful woman with a capable and delicate appearance gritted her silver teeth, her eyes became misty, and then with a slight pull, the bowstring broke.

The shopkeeper kept staring at Ming Yanwei's movements, and when he saw that the bowstring was broken, he showed a shocked look, this bow was made by him himself, and he knew the strength of the bowstring, which was the extent that an adult man could not pull it full.

And this woman actually pulled the bowstring?

Ming Yan returned to normal and continued to say sincerely: "I have found many bow shops, but now these performative bows cannot carry my determination. Only with you did I find it, a peerless bow that longs to return to the battlefield!".

The shopkeeper subconsciously rubbed the ancestral strong bow in his hand, and his expression was slightly hesitant.

Ming Yanwei continued to add strength: "If Master Yutori doesn't believe it, can you let it feel my determination?" The subtext is the bow test performance.

The shopkeeper finally nodded and led them to the backyard.

Then, the bow boss saw it, Ming Yan slightly pulled the strong bow, and an arrow pierced through the bull's-eye, and then penetrated the wall behind the target, and entered the wall for three points, and the arrow could not withstand this force and spread out from it.

Finally, the shopkeeper reluctantly handed the strong bow to Ming Yanwei's hand and said

"The grass feather is here with me, but the bow is covered with dust, since Miss Yutori can pull it with the bow full, presumably in your hands, the grass feather will be happier. You take it away!" the shopkeeper's expression seemed to be that of an old father who had sent his daughter to get married.

Ming Yanwei's expression was solemn, as if he had taken over the inheritance: "Is 'Grass Feather' its name? I will definitely live up to its glory! Please rest assured that it will be handed over to me!"

The veterans on the side showed surprise on their faces, they didn't expect that they would get this bow so easily, and it seemed that they didn't need to give money

The shopkeeper's tone changed again, and he said, "Fifty million (dowry), no less." "

The veterans immediately turned into beanie eyes: You still have to give money!

Ming Yan smiled slightly, poured the country and the city, stroked the grass feather bow that was finally in his hand, and said:

"Good. "

Turning his head, Ming Yan blinked his peach blossom eyes as delicate as water at Zhan Lan, as if to say:

——For Uncle Wenqing, you have to pay attention to strategy. You just throw money at him, and he thinks you are insulting him.

- But if you first pull up a lot of touching stories about the inheritance of the bow and the prodigal son (woman) who turned back and did not change his money, he would be half-pushed.

- When someone asks about it later, he can blow it too:

Ancestral Treasure Bow, give me 100 billion yen, I won't sell it!

It is precisely because she is a real archer, a bow taker, that I can't bear to cut my love!

Fifty million? What fifty million? Never! Besides, believe it or not, I'm going to duel with you

In any case, the issue of Mingyanwei's weapons has been solved for the time being.

Another problem: what they are facing is a ghost and resentful spirit whose physical attack is ineffective, and no matter how strong Ming Yanwei's bow technique is, it is also a mortal.

However, Ming Yanwei had a lot of ideas, bought ordinary bows and arrows from the same archery shop, and after returning to the hotel, he asked the seniors for spirit bullets, dismantled and left the bullets engraved with runes, carefully sharpened them with whetstones, and then put them on the arrows except for the arrows, so that the spirit breaking arrows were made by hand.

Zhan Lan, who lived in the same room, was very impressed.

The men were relieved to see that Ming Yanwei had his own way. But this kind of delicate work is not something that men can do, and they don't know where to go.

On the sixth day of the plot of "The Grudge", it came to dusk when Ming Yanwei and Zhan Lan continued to make soul-breaking arrows.

The sun is setting, and the twilight is heavy.

The two women, who were concentrating on arrow-making in the room, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

The men are back?

Why is there no prior communication device for the exclusive use of veterans?

The two women glanced at each other, and their hearts were vigilant.

Ming Yan bent his bow and arrows slightly, and was on guard, Zhan Lan slowly came to the door and looked out along the cat's eye.

No one?

Zhan Lan turned his head and looked towards Ming Yanwei, the latter nodded, and the former female writer gritted her teeth and slowly opened the door.

There really isn't anybody.

The eyes of the two women fell on the two boxes outside the door.

Two boxes, one long and one short, of different sizes.

Seeing that no resentful spirits appeared, Ming Yan stepped forward and picked up the box with Zhan Lan in confusion.

There is a note on the box, and the note has a girl's Juanxiu font on it:

Gifts to Sister Mingyanwei and Sister Zhan Lan - Zhao Yankong, Ning Yuan.

Are those two rookie children?

It's been three days since they left, and they haven't heard from them since, when they suddenly sent a gift

Zhan Lan recalled for a moment and affirmed: "It is indeed Zhao Yankong's handwriting, I saw her handwritten name on the cover of her romance novel." "

As a text editor, Zhan Lan still has a certain eye for pen body identification.

There are two women's names on the box, which seems to have been deliberately distinguished.

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