A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The sky is clear and the air is clear and the wind is gentle. It rained just yesterday, and the weather is rare and cool, not as hot as when Shu Ange first arrived in Xianyang.

She flicked the sword in her hand with her fingers, and the sound of the sword sounded very pleasant.

Shu Ange has always liked the behavior of bullying children, but if Ying Zheng was given another year or two, it would be difficult for her to win against him.

Now, after Shu Ange played the sword, his footsteps moved, the sword in his hand turned into a cold light, and he rushed straight towards Ying Zheng.

She thought that there was a huge gap in strength between the two, and she could take the opportunity to tease Ying Zheng, who knew that he was not as weak as she thought.

pity.

Shu Ange showed a regretful look. After the swords in their hands collided, sparks flew everywhere, and Ying Zheng looked at her coldly.

She thought to herself, why are you so serious, but the movements in her hands did not stop, her toes turned slightly, and at an incredible angle, another sword flew towards Ying Zheng.

This competition far exceeded Ying Zheng's expectations. Perhaps because he had been in Handan for too long, he felt a little insecure.

In the process of learning martial arts, Ying Zheng concealed his true strength intentionally or unintentionally, so as not to be seen through.

Few people go all out when confronting him, so after practicing martial arts for so long, Ying Zheng felt it was the first time he was struggling.

This young man's swordsmanship is really excellent, every move is smooth and continuous, making people unavoidable.

They are all young people, and no one is angry.

Ying Zheng has been depressed these days, and finally ran into an opponent. Seeing that he was about to lose, he also showed his true skills.

The sword qi was like a rainbow, and the cold light was flashing. Shu Ange noticed that Ying Zheng was suddenly stronger, and it became more and more interesting.

The two of you went back and forth. After fighting for a while, Shu Ange figured out Ying Zheng's path, and then he pressed closer, holding the sword in his hand with one hand, and pressing the other hand on his shoulder, smiling and smiling. Said: "Your Majesty, you have been offended."

This posture is very ambiguous. Shu Ange is about the same height as the thirteen-year-old Ying Zheng. She is holding his sword hilt, and she will inevitably touch his hand. Her complexion is white and delicate like suet jade, and his wrist is wheat. color look.

Ying Zheng and Shu Ange were almost touching each other. She had an unspeakable fragrance on her body, and her skin was not as rough as a man's.

Is "he" really a man?

"you win."

Ying Zheng put away his doubts and said three words lightly. Only then did Shu Ange let go of Ying Zheng's sword and threw it. The sword in her hand fell firmly into its sheath.

Her hand made her very beautiful, and the guards' eyes fell into the scabbard along with the sword, and they sincerely admired her.

After winning the competition, Shu Ange was not so proud of it. She replied modestly, "It's just a fluke, a certain one has learned martial arts since childhood and was taught by a master, and this is what he has achieved today. If the king doesn't think Minglan's swordsmanship is vulgar, the villain is willing to join the king. Discuss often.”

Her smiling eyes are like crescent moons, like a warm spring breeze blowing through everyone's heart.

Such a clear and handsome young man, few people would hate him.

Ying Zheng's eyes fixed on Shu Ange, and a question lingered in his mind, is "he" a man or a woman?

He didn't mean to despise women, but if Minglan was a woman, she came to him with so much trouble.

Ying Zheng even suspected that Ming Lan was a spy sent by another country, but felt that the prime minister Lu Buwei was cautious and would not do such a reckless thing.

Whether Minglan is a man or a woman, for some reason, Ying Zheng, who has always lacked curiosity, inexplicably wants to find out.

"Listen to Xiangbang, your archery is good."

A teenage boy who hasn't changed his voice yet, no matter how deep he pretends to be, his voice will always sound a little childish.

Ying Zheng deliberately suppressed his voice. Although he was less childish, his behavior was naturally childish.

Shu Ange smiled again, his eyes fell on the heavy bow on the weapon rack: "A little bit of understanding."

After "he" defeated him, his calm appearance always reminded Ying Zheng that the thrush raised in the palace was full of air.

Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng didn't feel disgusted, but wanted to know whether "he" was male or female.

"If that's the case, teach me to shoot arrows."

Ying Zheng's words surprised everyone present. The guards looked at each other, wondering why the king had a whim and asked a strange young man to teach him archery.

You must know that the archery skills of the king were taught by He Sangzi, a famous archer in the world.

Although this young man's swordsmanship is beautiful, can her archery skills really compare to the voice of Yang Jian's flawless voice?

"Here, Minglan takes orders."

Shu Ange didn't know why Ying Zheng suddenly asked her to teach him archery. Logically speaking, shouldn't he be asking her about swordsmanship, after all, when Lu Buwei recommended her, he emphasized that her swordsmanship is good.

Ying Zheng took down the heavy bow made by Zhemu, and immediately someone next to him presented two Hetian white jade jade.

The manufacture of bows in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period required six materials, including stems, horns, tendons, glue, silk and lacquer. Zhe wood is the best material for making bows. It takes five or six years or even ten years to make a good bow.

Ying Zheng handed Yutao and Zhemu Gong to Shu Ange, and after she took it, she put Yutao on her right hand.

This jade is the wrench finger of later generations. It is used to reduce wear and tear when shooting arrows and protect the fingers. Shu Ange tried to pull the bowstring.

When the heavy bow is pulled away, it takes a lot of strength. Shu Ange gently pulls the bowstring into a full moon shape, and the eyes of the onlookers are about to pop out.

"Good bow!"

After Shu Ange praised, he took the arrow handed by the servant.

The mechanical properties of the arrowhead are also an important factor affecting the power of the bow and crossbow. Compared with the arrowheads of the other six countries, the arrowheads of Qin Dynasty are much stronger.

Shu Ange glanced at it, the arrowhead was extremely sharp, but it was only the metal used to make the arrowhead, and there was still a lot of room for improvement.

"Shoot what?"

She drew up the arrow, hooked her fingers lightly, turned her face to the side and asked Ying Zheng with a smile.

The target was very far from here, almost at the edge of the range, but as long as Ying Zheng spoke, Shu Ange would have no problem hitting the bullseye.

At this moment, a black bird flew by in the sky, Ying Zheng said casually, "Just shoot the bird."

Shooting a living creature, and it is also a living creature in flight. It is a lot harder for you to shoot an archery target, and Shu Ange doesn't dare to take it too big. The streamer flew out.

An arrow as fast as lightning caused everyone to raise their necks and look at the sky.

When the bird really fell, everyone was startled and looked at Shu Ange with respect.

How innocent the bird is, when Shu Ange was about to fall, he jumped up and took it in his palm, pulled out the arrow on its wings, and reached out to caress its wound.

She used her spiritual power to heal the wound on the bird's body, gently tossed it up, and it flew into the sky again.

(Meow, our Ange is amazing)