Spear Technique and Bow and Arrow

Uncle Li drew the bowstring, the arrowhead precisely aimed at the bullseye. In that instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for that moment of release.

With a whoosh, the bamboo arrow shot from the string like lightning, carrying a shrill gust of wind as it struck the bullseye dead on with a dull yet thrilling thud.

"Good!" The onlookers could not help cheering in unison, their voices echoing across the open archery range.

Uncle Li smiled faintly, the wrinkles on his face filled with gentleness and encouragement. "Now it's your turn to give it a try."

Liu Feng took a deep breath and stepped forward first.

He picked up the hard bow, planted his feet shoulder-width apart, gripped the handle steadily with both hands, and slowly drew the string.

His gaze was firm and focused, locked tightly onto the distant bullseye, as though the entire world contained only him and that tiny target.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and state of mind, then released his fingers.

The bamboo arrow flew out, tracing an arc through the air before finally striking the edge of the target.

"Not bad, Xiao Feng. Your strength and posture are both quite good. You just need to be more accurate."

Uncle Li stepped forward, carefully observing Liu Feng's movements before offering an impartial assessment and advice.

His voice was gentle yet firm, making Liu Feng feel thoroughly encouraged.

Er Hu and Liu San tried in order as well. Their arrows all missed the bullseye, but Uncle Li showed no hint of reproach. Instead, he patiently went to their sides, correcting them one movement at a time and carefully adjusting their breathing rhythm, allowing them to gradually grasp the skills and essence of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

"Remember, archery isn't just about strength. Accuracy and patience are equally important."

Uncle Li spoke earnestly. "Only when your mind is free of distractions and all your attention is focused on the bullseye can you shoot a perfect arrow."

Liu Feng fell into thought after hearing Uncle Li's words.

He picked up the hard bow again. This time, he did not rush to fire an arrow. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and brought his body and mind into their best condition.

His breathing became steady and deep. The whole world seemed to fall quiet, leaving only him and the bow in his hands.

He slowly drew the bowstring, the arrowhead steadily aimed at the bullseye, then released his fingers.

The bamboo arrow flew out like a streak of black lightning, carrying his determination and conviction, and struck the bullseye with astonishing precision.

"Good!" Uncle Li and the others cheered again, their voices now full of surprise and admiration.

A Relieved Smile appeared on Liu Feng's face, but he quickly regained his focus.

He knew this was only a small beginning. If he wanted to truly master the bow and arrow, he would need to put in far more effort and sweat.

After the archery training ended, everyone was so exhausted that they sat directly on the ground, sweat soaking through their clothes.

Liu Feng stood up and walked to the side. From the teapot he had brought, he poured everyone a large bowl of cold tea.

The cold tea carried a faint fragrance. After one bowl, the heat and fatigue in their bodies were instantly driven away, leaving them refreshed all over.

After resting for a while, Father Liu Qing came over from the distance.

When Uncle Li and Grandpa saw that he had returned, they said goodbye to everyone and headed home.

Because next came the time for Liu Feng, Er Hu, and Liu San to practice spear technique with Liu Qing.

This set of spear techniques had been meticulously improved by Liu Qing based on the Zhong Ping Spear Technique that Liu Bai had learned in the military years ago.

It retained the fierceness and practicality of traditional Military Spear Techniques while cleverly blending in the unique combat techniques of Soul Masters, emphasizing a Combination of Hardness and Softness.

The open space before the Ancestral Hall had been rearranged, with several wooden stakes and grass targets placed on the ground to simulate a real battle scene.

Liu Qing stood in the center of the open space, holding a long spear that he had made himself. Its shaft was long and straight, while its spearhead was incomparably sharp, glinting coldly beneath the sunlight.

"Today, we'll continue practicing spear technique."

Liu Qing's voice was low and powerful, carrying an authority that seemed impossible to resist.

"Spear technique isn't just about competing in strength. Skill and agility are equally crucial."

"Remember this well: every move and stance must be executed properly. There can't be the slightest carelessness."

Liu Feng, Er Hu, and Liu San stood in front of Liu Qing, each holding a self-made wooden spear.

Their eyes were filled with reverence and concentration as they carefully watched Liu Qing's every demonstration, afraid of missing even the smallest detail.

Liu Qing began demonstrating the basic moves of spear technique: thrust, lift, sweep, and chop.

The long spear in his hand danced in the air like an agile dragon, every movement brimming with power and beauty.

He thrust the spear forward, its tip precisely pointing at the wooden stake in front of him as immense force erupted in an instant.

He then swiftly drew it back and lightly lifted a grass target from the ground, his movements as flowing as clouds and water.

Then he swept toward the wooden stake at his side, the spear shaft carrying a whistling rush of wind.

Finally, he fiercely chopped at the grass target in the air, splitting it in two at once.

"These are the basic moves of spear technique. You must firmly remember the key points of every movement."

Liu Qing said, "A thrust must be precise, like a leopard pouncing on its prey, striking directly at the vital point. A lift must be light, like a spring breeze brushing willow branches, agile and natural. A sweep must be steady, like Mount Tai pressing down from above, impossible to shake. A chop must be fierce, with Thunder's Might, unstoppable."

Liu Feng, Er Hu, and Liu San stepped forward in order, attempting to imitate Liu Qing's movements.

Though the wooden spear in Liu Feng's hands was not as agile or sharp as a long spear, he concentrated fully and tried his best to make every movement precise and proper.

He thrust forward, the spear tip aimed directly at the wooden stake. He then quickly drew it back, lifted the grass target from the ground, swept at the wooden stake to the side, and finally chopped at the grass target in the air.

"Not bad, Xiao Feng. Your movements are very standard."

Seeing Liu Feng's performance, Liu Qing revealed a satisfied smile. "But you need to be faster. In actual combat, speed is life. Even a moment's hesitation could leave you in a desperate situation."

Liu Feng nodded, committing Liu Qing's words firmly to heart.

He tried again. This time, his movements were faster. Though he was still somewhat unpracticed, his improvement was obvious.

Er Hu and Liu San also tried in order. Though their movements were not as proficient as Liu Feng's, they continued to improve under Liu Qing's patient guidance.

Liu Qing corrected their mistakes one movement at a time, allowing them to gradually grasp the essence of spear technique.

"Remember, spear technique requires not only strength, but also skill and agility."

Liu Qing emphasized again, "Only by perfectly combining strength and skill can you gain the upper hand in actual combat and defeat your opponent."

After the spear technique training ended, Liu Qing decided to conduct a combat drill.

"Today, we'll have a combat drill."

Liu Qing stood in the center of the training ground, the long spear in his hand radiating a fierce aura.

"The three of you will fight me one at a time. During the battle, I'll point out your shortcomings."

"Remember this well. In actual combat, every detail can determine victory or defeat. Any lapse in attention could make you pay a terrible price."

Liu Feng, Er Hu, and Liu San stood before Liu Qing, tightly clutching their wooden spears, their faces carrying both nervousness and excitement.

"Xiao Feng, you're first."

Liu Qing spoke with an unquestionable sternness in his tone.

Liu Feng took a deep breath, then walked forward steadily and stood in the center of the training ground.

He took another deep breath, adjusted his breathing and mindset, then assumed the opening stance of the spear technique.