[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Cui Song looked at the body of his cheap nephew Wei An, and compared his own thin arms, and felt that it was impossible to compare swords.

He doesn't want to become the topic of the streets and alleys tomorrow——#惊天恐怖，古别少父比剑，少年叔别被杀杀#,#一个客战的者人从一个半夜晚着鸡, is it retribution from heaven, or the loss of talent#.

However, the cheap nephew's upright face, his majestic face comparable to that of the director of the teaching department, and his eyes fixed on Cui Song like rays, conveyed a message to him: this sword must be incomparable.

Cui Song looked at Cui Yan expressionlessly for a while, stood with his sleeves folded, and suddenly gave instructions to the maid.

"Go get your riding clothes and longbow."

Cui Yan wondered: "Longbow?"

"Exactly." Cui Song stretched his brows and eyes, and smiled, "I have an appointment with Ji Gui to compare 'arrows', so naturally I have to prepare a long bow."

Cui Yan was stunned, and the beautiful goatee trembled slightly: "Uncle said yesterday that the 'sword' competition is not a sword competition, but a riding and shooting competition with Yan?"

Although Cui Song felt a little uncomfortable that archery had to be linked with horse riding, but compared to swordsmanship that he had never known before, he had some experience with horse riding and bow, and with the instinct left in this body, he might not be unable to master it.

No matter how bad it is, it is better than knowing nothing about swordsmanship.

At this time, Cui Yan is very grateful for the archery games in the video game city near his home and the horse riding in the amusement park. Although the price of the money made him scold unscrupulous traders, but now that he thinks about it, the boss is the conscience of the industry. He knows how to time travel, so he must spend money on horseback riding and archery every day to train these two skills to the full level.

With an inexplicable feeling of admiration, Cui Yan changed into a short shirt under the service of the maid, put on a longbow on his back, walked around a row of houses on the hard top of the mountain, and reached the stables in the outer courtyard with his hands.

The stables are only tens of feet long, they stand side by side, and there are only five horses leaning on the troughs to eat.The one in the middle, Bai Cong Lier and Shen Jun, heard the voice of the man, raised its neck, and let out a low cry in this direction.

Cui Song couldn't help being a little surprised.

On the side, the maid with beautiful eyebrows in Xiangyi covered her sleeves and smiled: "Perhaps it's because you haven't come to see 'Juxi' for a long time. This little guy is expressing his grievances to you."

It turned out to be the original owner's horse.Its name is "搦碧".

Cui Song felt that his literary cells had been crushed.

If it was him, he would name the white horse... From his visual inspection, it would either be "White Hair" or "White Tofu Flower".How could it be such an unknown name.

Seeing him standing on the spot deeply, acting as a stake, the white horse snorted dissatisfied.

Cui Song walked over and touched the horse's face.

Then he was covered with a hand of saliva.

Cui Song's face darkened, and by smoothing Ma's mane, he returned all the saliva from his palm.

"Juxi" lowered his head and chewed the horse grass, and looked at him innocently with dark eyes.

Cui Yan, who was close by, was unaware of this "turbulent dark tide".

"Today's place of competition...is it still the beast forest outside the official road?"

Cui Song nodded perfunctorily.

He didn't know anything about it anyway, and it didn't make any difference to him where he hunted.

Cui Yan chose another green horse, and got on the horse's back familiarly.

Cui Song checked the horse without squinting and confirmed that the harness was complete. Although it was not as convenient as later generations, the saddle and stirrups were all there, and the rumor on a certain forum about "there were no stirrups at the end of the Han Dynasty" was self-defeating.

With the foundation of the original owner and the convenience of the stirrup, Cui Song easily got on the horse, holding the rein with one hand, and took the long whip from the maid in white with the other hand.

Riding his horse westward, he followed the official road all the way to the remote suburbs. While chatting with Cui Yan, Cui Song racked his brains to recall the key to drawing a bow and archery.If you shoot empty after a while, then you can play Dafa.The original owner is said to be "a gentleman with six arts, and he knows everything".Riding and archery accounted for the second of the six arts, even if the original owner couldn't shoot through the willows, a little hunting would not be difficult for him.

The only one who would worry about the accuracy of the hunt... is just him, an impostor.

Cui Song sighed silently, no longer interested in talking, he just whipped his horse and let the horse gallop on the official road.

On the trail close to the bamboo forest in the south, one person and one rider suddenly appeared, rushing up the official road at a speed of [-] miles, and passed Cui Song's horse in the blink of an eye.

Cui Song hadn't had time to see the man's face clearly, he could only vaguely see the dark blue riding outfit and the tall soap-colored horse.

A faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose and disappears in an instant.

Cui Song was taken aback by the short-lived fragrance.

Because of the backwardness of productivity, he had no expectations for the living standards of ancient times since he came here.But the fragrance just now smells better than any perfume he has come into contact with in modern times——

Quiet and cold, yet gentle.

Cui Song reined in his horse and stopped. Looking back, the man and the rider had already disappeared. He could only tell from the back that it was a young man with a distinguished temperament.

Cui Song had no choice but to let go of his thoughts of asking about incense, and drove his horse along with Cui Yan.

When it comes to fragrance, Cui Song thinks of one person.

Xun Yu, one of Cao Cao's most important counselors and heroes, has made great achievements in strategy and internal affairs, and is famous for his gentlemanly demeanor and his fragrance.

←It is said that the straw mats he sat on can smell good for several days.

The evaluation of Xun Yu in history is as follows: "Yu is delicate and elegant, with the style of Wang Zuo. (Chen Shou)"; Cao Zhi)".

...that is, a handsome man who is noble, elegant, intelligent, and has a halo of fragrance.

Even Mi Heng, the madman of the Three Kingdoms, the cynical youth who shames whoever goes to him, can only say "excuse me to hang on to the mourning ear" when judging Xun Yu maliciously. Good looks are required).It can be regarded as a compliment in disguise.

As soon as Cui Songcai changed his mind about "Could that person be Xun Yu just now", he immediately vetoed it neatly.

How can there be any reason to run into celebrities from the Three Kingdoms all the time after traveling over here?Knowing Xi Zhicai and Cui Yan because of the original owner's relationship is already a capitalized BUG, ​​so how could it be possible to go out casually and meet someone who is Xun Yu? ... How can there be such a coincidence in the world?

Cui Song laughed at himself secretly, looked up and saw that his cheap nephew was sitting on the horse's back, holding a longbow in his hand, and took out a feathered arrow from the quiver on his back with the other hand.

The arrow is made of moso bamboo, about three feet long; the feathers have been baked with charcoal, and the ends are slightly bonded; the body of the arrow is extremely smooth, without any totem or other markings, only a red mark is carved on the front of the feathers .

Looking at his quiver, there are dozens of identical feathered arrows neatly lined up, only the notch is blue, and the other ones are no different.

Take the bow, draw the string.

Cui Song calmly aimed at the front, constantly doing self-suggestion.

It's just changing from a static target to a moving target. He has already practiced bowing and archery countless times, and the original owner's physical instinct is still there, so there is no need to back down.

In the quiet eyes, the phantom of the arrow shot out is reflected.

There was only a "chuckle" sound, and the shaking haystack a hundred meters away became silent.

After riding their horses around the haystack, the two roe deer that had just passed their eyes just now fell to the ground, and their heads were pierced by the same sharp arrow.

Cui Yan praised: "Double-twice with one arrow, you can go straight to the vital point. My uncle's superb archery skills are beyond Yan's reach."

Cui Song replied lightly, but his heart hurt.

—He only aimed at one, and it was the butt, not the head.

In the end, the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, and even played a trick of killing two birds with one stone.

After only struggling for a while, Cui Song relieved the depression in his heart.

Being regarded as a sharpshooter even though the accuracy is terrible, although it feels bad, it is still better than going through the gang.

It's just that archery is really not an easy job. Shooting a moving target is infinitely more difficult than a static target. If you can rely on shit luck to pass the test this time, it may not be the next time.

Feeling the huge pressure, Cui Song stopped drawing the bow after shooting the arrow, and slowly drove the horse, watching the cheap nephew shoot one arrow after another, hitting nine out of ten arrows, and soon brought back a small cart of prey .

The servants who followed hurriedly collected the prey and changed the strings on the bows for the two of them.

After Cui Yan shot the twenty arrows in the quiver, and saw that Cui Song didn't move, he couldn't help asking strangely.

"Uncle doesn't seem to be very interested?"

Cui Song, who was worried that he would reveal his secrets if he ejaculated again, waved his hands, making a look like "I'm in a heavy mood right now, please don't talk to me".

Cui Yan was puzzled, but he had always respected this concubine who was a few years younger than him, so he stopped his horse and signaled his servants to present him with two new feather arrows.

"Since that's the case, how about ending today's competition?"

Hearing Cui Yan's words, Cui Song hadn't had time to be happy with his cheap nephew, so he heard the other party add another sentence.

"This is the last arrow, let's use this arrow to decide the outcome."

...Is it the end of the agreement?

Cui Song accepted the arrow that Cui Yan handed over with a blank face, feeling very hurt in his heart, but under the professionalism of the university's drama club, he smiled calmly at Cui Yan, with absolute confidence and poise in his eyes.

——If you die, you die, isn't it just archery.Even if the shot goes to the sky, at worst, his hands are shaking, or he suddenly got some hand disease, as long as he doesn't show timidity, Cui Yan has doubts, so what?

Cui Song drew his bow cleanly, aiming at the long-horned deer leaping past in the forest, and shot an arrow very quickly.

The arrow was powerful, but Cui Yan only took one look, and knew that the arrow was seriously deviated from the direction, and it was absolutely impossible to hit the prey.

Just as he was feeling strange, he saw the arrow jumping into the pennisetum that was half a person's height. After a while, there was a cry of surprise from the other side of the grass, which turned into an angry shout.

"Who is hiding in the dark and shooting cold arrows?!"

Cui Song hadn't retracted his bow yet, when he heard this thunderous roar, his expression was calm, but five big blood-red characters jumped out of his mind.

the fat is in the fire.

pill.