095 don't know each other

"It's Master Ming'an! Ming'an Bayar!" The two shouted at the same time, but Haas Erdun called Ming'an's name, but the ghost wanted to honor him.

The children of Huangjiao in the crowd couldn't help but feel ashamed. Just now, they just watched the match. Unexpectedly, Ming'an Bayar, one of the three guardians of the Yellow Sect, stood beside him and didn't find it. The children of the Red Sect glanced at Ming'an and then moved to the side. The Yellow Sect was separated from the Red Sect, so many children of the Red Sect were still Some look down on these yellow monks.

"I think that's the end of the day. Both archery and swordsmanship are between the two. It's not enough time to win or lose for one night." Ming'an Bayar slowly walked up to the earth bag as he spoke.

Seeing the ghost wrapped in a mask, Ming'an immediately understood his concerns, so he turned to the audience below and said, "It's late at night. You'd better go back and have a rest. Da Mu will continue to play tomorrow."

As soon as he said Nadam, Haas Erdun didn't know what order he thought of Khan, so he shouted loudly: "Leave quickly, go back to bed, and have a good game tomorrow!" If anyone doesn't get there, I'll shoot him!"

Everyone had already seen the falling star archer say that he did it. The knights around him immediately dispersed and walked in the direction of Grand Cullen. Even Mengganqig pulled Shob to ride away quickly. Haserton is a naive man, and he will definitely do what he said. If he walks a little slower, the falling star archer is real. It will be shot regardless of identity.

"Ming Anbayar, I didn't expect you to come too." When the ghost saw that everyone was clean, he took off the mask wrapped in his chin.

Before Ming'an could answer, Haas Erdun had come over and asked in a buzzing voice, "Ming An, who is this boy? Introduce me..."

"This is the mercenary of the mainland, the ghost warrior, and this is the Asig warrior of the Zabusu tribe, Has Erdun." Ming'an hurriedly introduced it to the two first, because Zabusu belongs to the Yellow religion, and he has seen Has Erdun, a simple warrior, many times, so he knows the character of Has Erdun very well.

"Good boy, good knife skills and archery!" Haas Erdun laughed and patted the ghost on the shoulder, as if he had not seen him for many years. The ghost also saw that the Asig warrior was particularly straightforward and almost did whatever he thought.

"Your arrows are very good, and your swordsmanship is also very good." Agui said with a smile that tonight is the most comfortable time he has played these days.

"Okay, let's pack up and go to the city and talk while drinking in a pub." Ming'an Bayar saw a man standing at the foot of the mountain leading his horse, so he said hello to the two of them and took the lead down the dirt bag.

"Hello, Ming'an Bayar! I'm Geriletu!" It turned out that Geriletu, who had lost two games in a row, did not leave, but waited below honestly. He also brought the horses of Agui and Ming'an.

"Well, I saw your match today. Your archery is very good, but there is still room for improvement, so you have to seize the opportunity to try to break through another layer."

"Thank you for your guidance. Everything is predestined, and I will follow the arrangement of fate."

The two people understood each other's sects with a slight temptation. Although the red religion and the yellow religion are originally one, the red flowers and green leaves are the same, but now everyone has differences, and the two factions have met and minimized the discussion on causality law.

Agui and Haas Erdun picked up several arrows on the soil and walked down together.

After seeing Geriletu, the ghost was not surprised. He lost for two days. He didn't believe that this philosopher could leave without explaining. And Geriletu is still really worried about waiting for the ghost. After all, the ghost is a challenger and he is a loser. At this time, it is time for the challenger to put forward the conditions.

"This is your arrow." Geriletu gave a bundle of arrows to the ghost. These are all the ghost's white feather arrows. Except for a few damaged and unusable arrows, the others shot on the earthy mountain were picked up by Grytu.

As a result, the ghost put his white feather arrow into the arrow pot and raised his hand to return all the red arrows of Geriletu. The resources for making arrows on the grassland are scarce, so ordinary knights will collect useful arrow feathers. Even if the arrows are not available, they have to pull out the iron arrows and collect the tail feathers that can still be used.

"I lost, what do you want?" When Geriletu saw that the ghost was about to get on the horse, he immediately came over and took his horse's head and asked.

"Can you drink?" The ghost looked at Gjletu and asked seriously.

Gerletu obviously didn't expect the ghost to ask this. He definitely nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Well, let's go and have a drink with me..." The ghost turned over and rode on the horse, followed Ming'an Bayar to the Great Cullen City.

Gerletu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and got on the horse to catch up.

"Why do we have to go to the city so ostentatious? I know a good place to drink. Go and follow me." Haas Erdun didn't ride a horse at all, but he was not as slow as the horse. Everyone followed him around the Great Cullen and came to a small tribe perched by the river.

"This is the affiliated family of Zabusu, right?" Geriletu looked at the Zabusu flag hanging on the flagpole of the small clan through the moonlight.

"Hey, this is my little clan. Let's go. Don't say so much. I have enough wine and meat here!" Haas Erdun strode into the tribe and called for people to barbecue and pour wine.

Four people spread blankets on the edge of the fire in the camp, and everyone sat around the fire while roasting and drinking while chatting.

It turned out that Geriletu was a follower of the Red Church, but this did not affect everyone drinking together. He just talked less about causality. Ming'an also drank a lot. When chatting, he talked with Agui about the energy fluctuations last night. Ming'an guessed that two of them should be his brothers Tumen and Buren, and who the others were. He couldn't figure it out, and Agui also asked Ming'an's method of stopping him and Haas Erdun just now. Only then did he know that the yellow believers who practice the present worldly scriptures actually have strange attack skills of spells.

Gertu and Hasertown talked about archery. Geriletu was originally a philosophical level that he had figured out, which was much worse than Haertown, which was pointed by a famous teacher, but now Hasertown, a real person, told him in detail, which is extremely for Geriletu. A valuable opportunity.

"You are in good posture, but you don't seem to be able to breathe, and you lack strength on the arrow!" Haas Erdun held a wine jar and drank it while talking to Geriletu about the art of archery.

"But every arrow I have is very powerful?" Giltu asked doubtfully.

"Can your arrow still fly to the target after hitting other people's arrows?" Haas Erdun asked with pride on his face.

"No, you have to change the direction more or less after hitting it."

"This is what I'm talking about without strength. In addition to the flying force shot, your arrow lacks internal strength!"

"Yes, your arrow can hit other people's arrows without changing the direction. Why?" Geriletu asked quickly.

Haas Erdun's unique heroic character made Haas Erdun not show off. He sat up, pulled his black iron bow, pulled it all open, and then squinted as if aiming, "Breath, you haven't mastered the breathing method of archery. This is the experience that our Delis ancestors have spent hundreds of years groped. You lack guidance, so you lack this piece of practice.

Hearing Haserton's inexplicable story of breathing methods when shooting arrows, even Agui and Ming'an stopped to listen to his words. Such delicate skills can only be obtained by the master's teaching. For example, Geriletu may not be able to master it even if he practices it for a lifetime.

"When the bow is pulled away, you have to aim wholeheartedly. At this time, it is easy to ignore your breathing state, and incorrect breathing will make your arrows lack strength!" Haas Erdun pulled his 40-stone iron bow carelessly and slowly demonstrated his breathing state. "After inhaling, in order to tighten his abdomen properly, he should slowly press down the air and stop for a moment to hold his breath. Then, exhale as slowly and evenly as possible. Then, take a short rest and take a quick breath. In this way, in one breath after another, you naturally form the rhythm of breathing. If you can do this correctly, you will feel that your bow shooting is getting easier and easier day by day.

"According to this breathing method, you can't only simply find the source of all spiritual power. You will also understand that the power of this source gradually flows out continuously. The more you relax, the easier it is to inject this power into your limbs." Haas Erdun loosened the bow string and said with a smile, "When you can feel the power of the soul, you can guide this power to the arrow."

"How can you know so much?" Agui looked at this strong man in surprise. Thinking of his almost string-like attack, it was hard to think that he could describe things so vividly.