Chapter 180: Archery Breaks the Limit, and Every Arrow Hits Its Target!

Shen Qing, who possesses the skill of ‘photographic memory’, will remember the contents of the books he has read very clearly, even with a simple glance.

That day he looked at the roster he had taken from General Huang Tianjiao, and he remembered that there was a person named "Zheng Yuanqiu" written down on one page.

"Zheng Yuanqiu, thirty-five, fat, good at wealth, and cultivated in the elixir realm. He is quick, accurate, and ruthless in doing things. He is very suspicious and will not take action without absolute certainty. He joined the Holy Cult in Tianguang's second year and is trustworthy."

Could it be that the chief officer of the Weiwu Division here is actually an angel of the Huangtian Sect?

This is too outrageous.

However, if you are the chief officer, sitting in that position, you can indeed keep track of the movements of your subordinates and secretly inform Taiping County.

If you think about it carefully, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

"Lord Chaiji, what's wrong?"

Shen Qing retracted his thoughts and said calmly: "It's nothing."

"If nothing happens, my subordinates will be busy first."

After saying that, Liu Sangui did not stay in the room anymore and left.

After sending Liu Sangui away, Shen Qing pondered for a while in the house, still unsure.

After staying for almost a stick of incense, I opened the door and walked out alone.

When he walked into the yard, he noticed a few vague eyes sweeping over him from the houses on both sides of the yard.

Shen Qing looked around and found that several rooms had open doors, and the Chaosi wearing Weiwusi uniforms inside each glanced at him curiously.

But after just a few glances, he withdrew his gaze and continued to joke with his men.

There is neither contempt nor admiration, as if he doesn't care about Shen Qing.

Shen Qing didn't care, and began to wander around the Weiwusi's office, becoming familiar with various rooms and departments.

There are no six offices in the Weiwu Division, and there are only a few officials who are responsible for the paperwork, archives and other miscellaneous tasks of the Weiwu Division.

When Shen Qing passed by, he happened to see the officials of Weiwu Division sorting out the files and paperwork on hand.

His thoughts moved, and he walked in without leaving a trace, pretending to be wandering around.

Someone noticed him and dismissed the new police officers on the grounds that they were familiar with the department.

Shen Qing's eyes glanced around, and finally found what he wanted to see in a pile of documents - Zheng Yuanqiu's handwriting.

When others were not paying attention, he stepped forward and picked it up without leaving a trace, glanced at it and immediately put it back, and walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back.

When she walked out of the official's room, Shen Qing's face couldn't help but darken.

OK.

Zheng Yuanqiu's notes were exactly the same as the handwriting on the letter.

He is really a spy of Huang Tian Sect!

His immediate boss was actually an undercover member of the Huangtian Sect. The Weiwu Division was really in deep trouble.

However, after knowing Zheng Yuanqiu's identity, Shen Qing did not intend to act rashly.

He had just joined the Weiwu Division and had not yet established a firm foothold. For him, revealing Zheng Yuanqiu's identity would be detrimental to others and not beneficial to himself.

Even if I tell it, no one will believe it.

It's best to keep this matter in mind first, be aware of it, and then wait for the opportunity to act.

…

Time flies, time flies like an arrow.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Shen Qing has completely adapted to Wei Wusi's life.

He put on Wei Wusi's exclusive black animal suit and patrolled the area every day.

Except for catching a few thieves, everything was uneventful.

During this period, Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi also figured out the situation in Yongzhou. Generally speaking, there are strong and weak families in the Thirteen Lines. The strong ones are like the Zhou family, which can be heard by the gods.

Weak people are like the Qian family, whose descendants are unworthy, causing trouble every day, and their decline is obvious.

The whole situation is not as dangerous as Wu Sheng said.

In Xinyi Square, Shen Qing carried a heavy bow on his back, a long knife and a quiver on his waist, and walked majestically on the street with Liu Sangui and four others.

When ordinary people saw him, they all gave way and did not dare to act presumptuously.

As usual, we patrol around Xinyi Square, and it will soon be time for you to have a special moment.

Shen Qing rejected Liu Sangui and others' proposal to drink, and rode his Fengchai BMW out of the city before dark and walked to an empty mountain forest.

The springs and streams are far away from the hustle and bustle.

Shen Qing slid off the horse, then patted Zhui Feng, who snorted and walked in the mountain stream with his head down.

Shen Qing skillfully took down the familiar heavy bow and walked to an open space with the quiver in hand.

He took out an ordinary arrow and aimed at a rock wall in front of him, his eyes becoming extremely focused.

The space in the city was cramped, making it inconvenient for him to practice archery.

Now that his life has settled down, he has found a quiet and suitable place in the mountains and forests outside the city, and comes here every day to practice archery or other martial arts.

Shen Qing drew the bow, aimed, and released the arrow in one go.

There was a muffled bang, stone chips shot out, and iron clusters of arrows penetrated deeply into the rock wall.

Shen Qing had no expression on his face, took out another arrow, and practiced again and again.

The whistling sound of arrows piercing the air continued to appear in the forest.

I don't know how many times I have practiced it, but when Shen Qing once again picked up the heavy bow in his hand, his eyes changed.

[Skill: Archery (Perfect)]

[Progress: 502/500 points]

[Status: Can be improved]

[Remarks: After continuous hard training, your bow skills have been improved again. Once you improve, you can break the limits of conventional bow skills and understand the limit-breaking skills of bow skills. 】

It's finally here.

After countless repeated bow shooting, Shen Qing finally maxed out his bow skills and met the conditions for further improvement.

He licked his lips, without any hesitation, and focused his consciousness on the bow skill column: "Improve."

After he had this thought, the ink text about bow skills began to refresh and change.

[Skill: Bow Skill (Breaking Limit)]

[Progress: 2/600 points]

[Status: Cannot be improved]

[Note: God rewards hard work, and you will reap what you sow. After continuous practice, your bow skills have broken the limit and you have realized the limit-breaking skill "No arrow misses", and every arrow you shoot will hit the target. ]

"No arrow misses?"

Shen Qing looked at the information above and couldn't help but shudder.

When his heavy bow is fully drawn, it can penetrate iron and stone within 200 steps, and break tendons and bones within 500 steps.

If you can shoot without missing an arrow outside your field of vision, it would be really scary.

When he thought about this, the familiar feeling came again, and countless unfamiliar memories surged.

Fortunately, after such a long period of training, both his body and his consciousness have become stronger, and the dizziness in the past has not reappeared.

Enduring the discomfort, Shen Qing slowly digested the memories in his mind.

After waiting for an incense stick of time, he opened his eyes.

At this time, he seemed to have opened his mind, and suddenly felt that he and the bow had established an indescribable tacit understanding, as if the bow had become a part of his body and became free to do whatever he wanted.

Shen Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he activated the [Torch Eyes] skill, and found the trace of a wild goat 500 steps away.

He put the bow on the arrow without any hesitation or any aiming action.

Almost like eating and breathing, he shot an arrow instinctively.

"Swoosh!"

The arrow flew out of the string with a sharp whistle, turning into a black light that pierced the void and pointed directly at the goat 500 steps away.

"Snap!"

When the goat lowered its head to eat grass and had no defense, the arrow arrived in an instant, accurately inserted into its heart, and the powerful inertia shot it to the ground.

In the distance, the night fell, and the last ray of sunset in the sky was gradually swallowed by the greedy night.

Shen Qing ran away, looking at the dying goat in front of him with a happy face: "I can have an extra meal tonight."