Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

Dzing! Jleb!

As more and more arrows were shot, the area around the middle would slowly got crowded. It would make it harder for either one of them to shoot straight at the middle now.

"7 arrows." Feng Ao Si was looking at the arrows in front of him and clicked his tongue. He felt that even the best archers might not even have result as good as these two. Was Shangguan Yi has always been this good of an archer?

"The distance is not that far," Feng Ao Kuai reminded when he saw his older brother's expression. He could guess what the latter was thinking and naturally reminded that the distance for this competition was actually quite short.

If it was real war, they would require the archers to be at longer distance.

Too close and they would put themselves in danger. And naturally, their enemies wouldn't be a fixed object like this.

"I see."

Feng Ao Si glanced at Shangguan Yi and noticed that the young man was already sweating buckets. It seemed that the battle was also taxing for him, making him sweat much more than usual.

However, Nan Hua was not any better.

She had to concentrate fully in order to be able to perform well. If she didn't pay any attention even for a second, it would mean that her aim would miss. Not only that, Nan Hua was physically tired since her body was not used to keep on shooting like this.

She had to keep on shooting hard because the arrows risked fell if she failed to use the proper power.

Dzing! Jleb!

"It's 9 points." The student beside Shangguan Yi gasped. He knew that if 'Nan Luo' were to perform better than this, it meant that they would lose.

Nan Hua didn't even pay attention to them. She was silently calculating the wind and the force necessary as she pulled the bowstring. Her eyes completely focused on the target in front of her.

Dzing! Jleb!

"Right in the middle." Feng Ao Si grinned. He looked at Shangguan Yi and puffed up his chest. "Would you like to continue, Young Master Shangguan?"

Shangguan Yi was already sweating a lot. He knew that his accuracy would only grow lower than this, but he didn't believe that he would lose. It was only archery. How could he lose to a brat?"

"Continue!"

Dzing! Jleb!

"Right in the middle."

"Right in the middle too."

"9 points."

"Right in the middle…"

In the end, the competition continued. Nan Hua also missed to the line beside the spot in the middle. She knew very well that it was caused by her lacking strength. While it was close to the middle, it was still worse than her expectation.

When they reached 15 arrows, they stopped.

Nan Hua reached the middle for 13 and missed to the second line twice.

Shangguan Yi reached the middle for 11 times and missed to the second line thrice and the third line once.

It was painfully clear who was lose.

"Young Master Shangguan didn't seem to be that much anymore."

"I heard that First Young Master Nan is quite a pitiful young man yesterday. But it didn't seem to be that way today."

"Yeah, maybe the trick on the horse was really done by Young Master Shangguan."

The voice of the people discussing on the back was fairly low, but it could still be heard by others nearby. And those who had learnt martial arts naturally didn't find it difficult to listen to these conversations.

Shangguan Yi's face turned black from all of the voices.

"Young Master Shangguan, shall we leave?" the students who followed him asked in quivering tone, too afraid to cross him.

"I lost!" Shangguan Yi gnashed his teeth as he looked at 'Nan Luo' with grievances. If only they were not in the wrong place, he would have long tried to duel the other party once more to wash his grievances.

Now, it was impossible.

Nan Hua nodded. "Thank you very much for going easy on me, Young Master Shangguan."

Who's going easy on you?

Shangguan Yi was close to blow his top but he restrained himself and turned away to leave. Right now, he wanted nothing more than leaving this place.

"Hold on, Young Master Shangguan. Didn't the two of you promise to give ten taels of silvers?" Feng Ao Kuai knew that Nan Hua didn't know about the bet, so he chose to speak up.

Shangguan Yi furrowed his eyebrows.

"Could it be that Young Master Shangguan wished to renege your words?" Feng Ao Kuai added when he saw Shangguan Yi was already on the verge of leaving. He would never allow that young master to refuse his debt.

Shangguan Yi snorted. "Of course not."

He threw a bag to the back while he walked away, stomping his legs angrily. Now he even lost the money that his mother entrusted to him. What should he say when he returned later?

His mother's expression must be very bad.

"Thank you for the money." Feng Ao Si picked it up then count the silvers inside. Upon noticing that it was exactly 10 silvers, he nodded in satisfaction then handed it to Nan Hua. "Yours."

"Alright." Nan Hua nodded. "Thank you, Cousin Ao Si."

"Heh, it's nothing."

"There will be horse riding class today. Do you want to participate? I heard that Young Master Long will be the instructor." Feng Ao Si stretched his hand.

Young Master Long?

Nan Hua was surprised to hear that Long Qian Xing would teach a class in the academy. From what she knew regarding that man, he was someone who would not spare any time to care about other things like this.

At the very least, the novel never mentioned anything about Long Qian Xing teaching in the academy.

"If you're still worried about your wounds, you can choose to take a leave for today," Feng Ao Si suggested. He didn't want to remind 'Nan Luo' about the painful experience from yesterday.