Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 618 - 234: The Bow Like Thunder, The String Shocks (Part 2) (10,000 Character Mega Chapter)_5

Years ago, there was a swordsman from Sanchuan who wanted to seek counsel from Yi Nanping in the Immortal's Retreat, but due to getting drunk in Jiangnan, he failed to fulfill his wish. By the time he got away, Yi Nanping had already disappeared without a trace, yet he had no regrets, saying, "If Zhu Yunmeng would play the lute for him alone, he wouldn't care if he wasted his whole life in Jiangnan."

Though she was merely a woman whose fate had led her to fall into disrepute, no one really dared to treat her as a common courtesan.

Originally of unknown name, she had written the poem "Clouds of Yun Meng rain in several places, pitiable indeed, flowing water eastward and westward," which shook Jiangnan, thus she was named Zhu Yunmeng. Both her lyrics and melodies were unmatched under the Heaven and Earth, with a tone so tender yet capable of conveying brave and tragic sentiments, earning admiration from many.

Lately, everyone knew her mood was unpleasant, as if quite oppressed. She had not played the lute for half a month and came here today to ease her mind.

After the maid cleaned the fruits, she brought them forward. Seeing her sitting under the pavilion at the stone table, seemingly lost in thought, the maid peeked and saw the poetry on the long paper on the table, chuckling as she said:

"Miss, are you still thinking about this matter?"

"It's been quite some days now. If you don't play the lute soon, mother's going to be so anxious she'll breathe fire."

Zhu Yunmeng looked up at her, smiling:

"Isn't that for the better? It'll save you from hearing a few words."

The maid, caught in her thoughts, stuck out her tongue, and placed the fruit platter beside her. She then went to read the poem on the table since Zhu Yunmeng had taught her to write, so she recognized the poem and softly said:

"Strong winds make the angle of the bow sing, the General hunts in Wei City. Grass withers, eagle eyes are sharp, snow ceases, and horse hooves are light."

"Passed by Xinfeng City, returning to the camp of thin willows."

"Looking back at where the eagle was shot."

"Good poem, good poem!"

Zhu Yunmeng glanced at her, smiling teasingly:

"What's so good about it?"

The maid was at a loss for words, and Zhu Yunmeng then raised her hand to pinch the maid's cheek, then hugged her closely, kneading her cheeks like dough while muttering to herself, "This poem actually came from a dream I had, far better than what I initially wrote."

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"But it's maddening, the last line escapes me whenever I wake up."

The maid, also feeling quite pained, picked up the fruit platter and said:

"Then miss, eat something... "

"No matter how upset you are, eating will help. If it's a great upset, eat more; if it's a slight upset, eat less. But eating is definitely not wrong when upset."

Zhu Yunmeng burst out laughing, playfully tapped the maid's forehead, took a fruit, but her eyes caught a hunting party below, surrounded by many noblemen, among them a man in blue hunting attire who seemed to be drawing his bow.

From this distance, she couldn't see clearly, but she vaguely felt that the bow seemed quite ordinary, dusty and less imposing than other famous bows she had seen.

Slightly distracted, she pinched another grape, about to put it in her mouth.

Just then, a thunderous boom was heard, as if Heaven and Earth trembled, causing her hand to shake, and the grape fell directly.

Her eyes widened as she looked below.

Wang Anfeng was holding the bow.

As he had mentioned, he didn't know Archery, and the rituals of starting, relying on, and enticement shooting were beyond him. His actions had many mistakes, which evoked continuous sneers from around him.

Gao Zhenhai was even more disdainful.

The bows and crossbows of the Great Qin had different standards, either carved with fine patterns or varying in color to show rank, and this dusty bow was clearly of the lowest quality. A man struggling to draw such an ordinary dusty bow would have watched the wild geese fly away long ago; even if he shot accurately, what was the point?

Yuchi Jie, however, changed his expression slightly.

He whispered something into the ears of Mei Lianhua and Lin Qiaofu, then shifted back, not feeling secure enough, moved again, and finally raised his palm, tightly covering his own ears, his eyes excitedly fixed on Wang Anfeng.

By then, the bow was drawn full circle.

The wild geese had flown far out of sight, and Zhu Yangshuo, who had ridden close, his expression stern, didn't look at Wang Anfeng, but spoke to Mei Lianhua, who covered her ears:

"You lose... "

Wang Anfeng inhaled slightly, his fingers loosened a bit, and, with his level of External Cultivation, he suddenly felt a relaxation and itching sensation. The arrow shot out at a speed difficult to catch with the naked eye, the sound of thunder booming only belatedly as it traveled several meters.

A dense white air wave instantly spread, exploding.

Wang Anfeng stood still, his black hair cascading freely, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The sound of the boom, like the drum of Thunder God, reverberated around him; Zhu Yangshuo, who was closest, his horse beneath him whined and collapsed dead on the spot.

Zhu Yangshuo shrieked, his hands covering his ears, falling off his horse. Blood streamed from his facial features, and almost every Noble Clan Disciple covered their ears and cried out.

But even the sound of their screams was drowned out.

The arrow spun at a terrifying speed, the steel shaft shattering mid-flight, leaving only sharp fragments whirling wildly, tearing apart surrounding branches and leaves, like a raging aqua dragon soaring skyward.

The place was a secluded valley.

The terrain almost instantly twisted, the original forest seemed plowed into a miles-long void, glaringly stark.

Nothing left but the overturned earth, glistening moistly.

Almost everyone's breath halted instantly, unable to believe their eyes, their hearts pounding madly. The Noble Clan women who had been clapping and laughing had their legs give out, collapsing directly to the ground.