Chapter 99: Entering the Tao with "shooting"
The whistling sound in my ears continued.
Zeng Anmin and Bai Ziqing returned the same way.
It's nearly March now, and even if the evening wind blows on my face, it's just pleasant.
Although the posture is a bit awkward.
But Zeng Anmin still rode his horse all the way to Beijing.
"Da~"
As soon as his toes touched the ground, Zeng Anmin felt a surge of clouds and mist.
Then he safely climbed over the capital city wall.
"You can't stay here, you have to go back quickly."
As Bai Ziqing spoke, he began to take off his night clothes.
Zeng Anmin naturally followed suit. After taking off his night clothes, he seriously warned Bai Ziqing:
"What happened tonight must be rotten in your stomach."
"And you must find a way to call me when you raid Prince Qi's house."
Zeng Anmin looked extremely serious.
Although King Qi is dead.
But the whereabouts of Xihuang Tu must be clarified.
Otherwise, it would be like a sharp sword hanging over his head, which might fall at any time.
"Is it such a big hatred?"
Bai Ziqing was a little confused.
"Well, we are irreconcilable."
Zeng Anmin was too lazy to say so much, and said with extremely serious eyes:
"You must not be careless about this matter."
"Okay."
Bai Ziqing could feel that Zeng Anmin seemed to have something hidden...
But he's not the kind of person who likes to be nosy.
Since Zeng Anmin was promised, such a small matter must be taken care of.
"As for that case..." Zeng Anmin looked at Bai Ziqing.
The two of them had secretly walked to the street.
"It's just a small case. Brother, 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 in the end, I will come back to you."
"Well..."
Zeng Anmin frowned and nodded: "Okay, if there's nothing else to do, I'll go home first."
"Okay."
…………
"Dad?"
As soon as he got home, he saw a figure standing in his yard.
In the moonlight, Zeng Anmin could clearly see that his father was standing under the moonlight, looking towards the door faintly.
"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, sat down slowly on the stone bench in the yard, and then asked:
"What are you going to do?"
Zeng Anmin didn't hide anything, so he told his father everything that happened tonight.
"Mysterious master?"
Dad's brows wrinkled slightly, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"What? Do you have an idea?"
Zeng Anmin blinked, thinking that his father already had a candidate in mind.
"No." Dad shook his head: "My father is not a god."
At this point, his eyes became appreciative:
"But instead of going alone tonight, you chose to call Bai Ziqing..."
"This makes me very happy as a father."
"I mainly think that to avoid the risk of exposure, just avoid a little, and if I bring the big brother on board, it will be difficult for him to get off in the future."
Zeng Anmin explained.
Then he came and sat down in front of his father, and his voice became quieter and said:
"King Qi is dead, and my father and son have established themselves in this huge capital."
"It's not enough to stand tall, but it's more than enough to scare Xiaoxiao."
Dad chuckled lightly, with a look of satisfaction clearly on his face.
He was pleased with his son's political acumen.
This method of bringing down King Qi was so perfect that even he, a veteran in officialdom for many years, had to admire it.
He accurately grasped 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 made the suggestions, did not come forward.
This is nothing like what a sixteen-year-old boy could plan.
If we wait for this kid to grow up, who knows how far he will grow?
"Then I wish my father a prosperous official career and a rapid rise!"
Zeng Anmin smiled and said a few beautiful words.
"Well, you must not slack off about Xihuang Tu."
Dad looked at Zeng Anmin solemnly.
Dad can naturally guess the current situation of his eldest son.
Once Xihuangtu is awakened, Zeng Anmin's identity will not be directly exposed.
But because of the existence of the Tiandao Alliance, the secret that there are five Tiandao maps in the world must not be kept!
It is only a matter of time before the dragon survey 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 naturally he wouldn't joke about it.
…………
A night of silence.
The next day, a fast horse galloped towards the palace.
"King Qi was killed, and the officers and soldiers who were escorting him, as well as the captain, were all spared!!"
This extremely important case was handed over to the Imperial City Department and the Jingzhao Mansion for joint handling under the anger of Emperor Jianhong.
And demanded that the murderer be found within seven days.
……
Of course, this has little to do with Zeng Anmin.
It has not yet been determined when the Qi Wang family will be raided.
He began his rare career as a college student in the Imperial College.
It's very comfortable and beautiful.
Even a place as big as the Imperial College has a dedicated school grounds for the students of the Imperial College.
Among the six arts of the gentleman, not many people choose to major in "shooting".
But the number of students in the Imperial College is large.
There are not many people on the school grounds.
At a rough glance, there are about twenty students.
At this time, in the middle of the school grounds, stood a middle-aged man in his forties.
This man has a fair complexion and a solemn expression.
A pure white scholar's uniform was worn on his body, which was extremely conspicuous.
This person is Tian Qilin, one of the six great doctors of the Imperial College, who has reached the fifth level of Taoism and Confucianism by "shooting".
In his hand he held an inconspicuous looking black short bow.
That short bow was far different from the black golden bow that was a spiritual weapon from the Xuan Zhen Division in Zeng Anmin's hands.
But at this time, the middle-aged man stood in the crowd, gently twirling the bowstring in his hand.
"The traditional six arts of a gentleman, "shooting" is one of them, and it is divided into two types, one is to mount a horse and shoot, the other is to dismount and shoot on foot."
Tian Qilin's eyes were indifferent, and his voice rang in the ears of all the students.
"As for my Confucianism and Taoism, there are two types of "shooting". In addition to mastering riding archery and foot shooting, I also need to understand the "meaning" of this Tao."
"What does it mean?"
Tian Qilin looked at everyone.
His eyes met with those of the students.
Everyone's eyes were blank.
Zeng Anmin also twitched the corner of his mouth.
If I want to know what meaning is, why should I come to this class?
"Master Tian, the path of "meaning" is the only way for me to cultivate Confucianism. The ultimate goal is to comprehend the different artistic conceptions among the six arts, integrate into my own awe-inspiring green energy, cultivate Confucianism and Taoism, and break through the fifth level. .”
Qin Wan stood up slowly, with a calm expression on her face. Although her voice was soft, it floated into the ears of all the students with confidence.
"Haha." After hearing Qin Wanyue's words, a smile appeared on Tian Qilin's face.
He didn't think Qin Wanyue was showing off, so he nodded and replied with a smile:
"So, although I don't require you to be accurate in your "shooting" skills, every time the arrow leaves the bow string in your hand, you must carefully feel the arrow feathers and the bow string... So my shooting skills have always been average."
But after he said this, he gently pulled out an arrow feather from the arrow pot next to him, pulled up the short bow in his hand, and without looking, he raised the bow and shot.
"Chirp!!"
Thirty steps away, firmly hitting the target. ……
All the students watching this scene had their mouths wide open.
You said your shooting skills are average.
Then take a look at the bullseye!
An arrow hits the target without even looking... Is this called ordinary archery? ?
"Don't be so surprised, practice makes perfect."
Master Tian sighed and his eyes became dark:
"I have shot a lot before I understand the artistic conception of "shooting"."
"You must remember that when setting up an arrow, do not consider the issue of "accuracy."
"Only when there are no distracting thoughts in your mind can you understand the "meaning"."
"Anyone want to give it a try?"
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Master Tian smiled broadly and looked at the students.
"Let me try!!"
The little fat prince was full of confidence and stood up with the short bow in his hand.
As one of the six great doctors of the Imperial Academy, Master Tian naturally knew the identity of the little fat prince.
Therefore, when he stood up, Tian Qilin's attitude was very good. He came to the little fat prince's side with a smile.
He stretched out his hand and carefully helped the prince correct his posture.
The voice was also very gentle: "You don't have to aim, and you don't have to think about whether you can hit it. You just need to silently think about how the arrow feathers will behave after they collide with the bow string..."
Little by little, without any reservation, he broke it open and crushed it into pieces and taught it to the little fat prince.
"Well..."
The little fat prince listened thoughtfully.
Then he let go suddenly.
"Chirp!!"
The arrow feathers instantly left the bow and struck the center of the target with incomparable accuracy.
“Awesome!!”
"An arrow hits the target!!"
“This classmate is so accurate, it’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance!”
"Strong!!"
The students around him all gave kind encouragement.
Only Tian Qilin was expressionless, and even the corners of his mouth were twitching.
"How did you feel after shooting that arrow just now?"
His voice rang out.
"Uh..."
The little fat prince scratched his head in embarrassment and stared at the ground in shame:
"As for arrows... they just keep moving forward... Na..."
Obviously, when he was shooting the arrow, he subconsciously thought about the issue of aiming.
"Huh~" Tian Qilin took a deep breath and tried hard to smile:
"Well, it's good to keep going forward, but it's not enough. It must be your own understanding."
After saying this, he raised his head, looked at the students expressionlessly and said:
"The way of "meaning" must be understood by yourself. Once you understand it, you have understood it. You can understand it even if others don't tell you. But if you can't understand it, even if outsiders tell you ten thousand times, you still can't understand it."
Having said this, he sighed softly and said:
"The most difficult of the six arts of a gentleman is to understand "shooting". In fact, it was just a fluke that I was able to understand it back then. If it is too late to quit now, any other five arts are easier to understand than "shooting"."
"How can we quickly understand the "meaning"?"
The prince raised his head and looked at the master blankly.
"First we must reach the level of a sixth-grade gentleman."
Tian Qilin sighed: "If you are not 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 curiously asked Master.
Tian Qilin glanced at Zeng Anmin indifferently, and then said: "This is just my own perception. After all, no one stipulates that you cannot learn the Six Arts if you have not reached the Sixth Rank."
Having said this, he glanced at the remaining students and said:
"There is such impetuousness in aiming high and far away. Even if you master the six arts, you may not be able to go further and further on the road of Confucianism and Taoism."
"Respect the teachings."
This is how the students responded.
But there are a few people who take it seriously... but I don’t know.
"Haha." Tian Qilin just smiled and said nothing.
There are very few people in the world who can reach the fifth level with one of the "shooting" methods.
Most Confucian cultivators still choose to enter Taoism through "rituals, music, and books".
After all, these are more in line with the state of mind of Confucianism cultivators.
Only Qin Wanyue and Zeng Anmin were thoughtful.
"Brother Quan Fu, try it?"
Qin Wanyue glanced curiously at the huge black gold long bow in Zeng Anmin's hand.
The Confucian cultivators in the field are all holding short bows, also called soft bows. Pulling the bows does not require much strength.
Only the black gold long bow in Zeng Anmin's hand looked extremely awkward.
"Okay."
Zeng Anmin immediately nodded and came directly in front of the target.
He recalled what Tian Qilin said just now:
"You don't have to aim, and you don't have to think about whether you can hit it. You just need to silently think about how the arrow feathers will behave after they collide with the bowstring..."
To put it bluntly, you can’t have any distracting thoughts in your mind.
But there are very few people who can do this.
At least Zeng Anmin was not among them.
He also made the same mistake as the little fat prince.
I reminded myself not to look randomly, but I still subconsciously looked at the target.
The black gold long bow was only slightly opened by him.
It was extremely laborious to even score a single point.
After all, his current identity is "Confucianism Cultivator".
"Chirp!!"
Although it was only opened a little, the arrow feathers between Zeng Anmin's bow strings still flew towards the center of the target with a whistling sound.
“Bang!!!”
Hit the bullseye.
Feeling the arrow, Zeng Anmin frowned slowly.
No, that's not how it feels.
He didn't even have time to talk to outsiders on the sidelines.
Just minding his own business, he took out another arrow feather.
Riding on the string.
"Chirp!!"
This time, the arrow feathers did not hit the bullseye again.
Didn't even hit the target.
"Click."
The arrow feathers fell to the ground feebly.
All the students smiled softly.
A good-natured laugh, too.
But there is still a hint of ridicule in it.
In the audience, only Tian Qiling, a doctor from the Imperial College, said "Eh" after seeing this arrow.
He didn't say much, just focused on Zeng Anmin.
At this time, Zeng Anmin frowned.
He strung the bow and drew the string.
"Chirp!!!"
Another arrow flew away from the black gold long bow string.
“Bang!!!”
Landing firmly on the bull's-eye.
wrong! !
Zeng Anmin seemed to have entered another realm at this time.
No human voice could reach his ears.
He took out another arrow and quickly shot it.
"Chirp!!"
The arrow's fletching did not miss, but it only hit the edge of the target.
"That's how it feels."
Zeng Anmin's eyes suddenly lit up.
As the bow and arrow whizzed away, he clearly felt that the awe-inspiring green energy in his sea of consciousness seemed to be pulled away.
"Hoo~"
He took a deep breath and continued to pick up the arrow feathers in the arrow kettle without hesitation.
(End of chapter)