A master of comedy!

Chapter 33 Invisibility Technique

Huang Zhong, at the age of eighty-three, fought the Battle of Dingjun Mountain!
The song Zhou Sheng is singing at this moment is about Huang Zhong, Huang Hansheng, one of the Five Tiger Generals.

After teaching him this play, his master also gave him a precious carved bow. This bow was made of ironwood that had grown in the deep mountains for more than thirty years. It was flexible and could not bend even after three bends. The bowstring was made from the sinew of a snake demon, which was extremely tough.

The bow is decorated with pale gold dragon patterns, and is about seven feet three inches long. It is a large bow, cold, hard, and heavy.

Only those with divine power can pull it.

Before taking the medicine, even Zhou Sheng, who had cultivated his Taoist skills, could only manage three to five pulls at most.

However, now his master says he is qualified to use this bow.

At this moment, he put on a mask, wore a flag, and appeared on stage. Beneath his white hair, which fluttered in the wind, were a pair of eyes that faintly shone with a pale gold hue in the sunlight.

Huang Zhong was a famous archer in history, and was even known as the "God of Archery".

During the Battle of Changsha, he drew his bow and shot an arrow from about a hundred paces away from Guan Yu, accurately hitting the red tassel on Guan Yu's helmet, deliberately avoiding a vital spot, in order to repay Guan Yu's previous kindness in sparing his life.

In Dingjun Mountain, he displayed the prowess of an old general, leading from the front and displaying unparalleled archery skills, defeating the general Xiahou Yuan.

There's a saying that came out in later generations: "Huang Zhong's archery—hit the bullseye every time!"
Zhou Sheng had also practiced archery and was definitely a good archer compared to ordinary people. Even if he joined the army, he could go to the sharpshooter battalion.

But now, as he sings the song "Dingjun Mountain" and plays the role of old Huang Zhong, he realizes how insignificant his archery skills are.

At this moment, every blade of grass, every tree, every leaf, and every speck of dust within a hundred feet radius seemed to be clearly visible to him. His eyes were like an eagle gazing at the sun, and even when he looked directly at the dazzling sun, he did not feel any glare.

Not only did his eyesight improve dramatically, but he also developed an indescribable tacit understanding with the precious carved bow in his hand.

It was as if it were an extension of his flesh and blood.

He could even vaguely sense that the precious carved bow was cheering and jumping for joy, excited to see blood again after being hidden away for many years.

call out!call out!
Two more whooshing sounds pierced the air as arrows pierced the throats of the Zhu family servants hiding around the sedan chair.

Even from a hundred paces away, Zhou Sheng's arrows were as accurate as if they were right next to him.

The sedan chair swayed violently, revealing Magistrate Zhu's deathly pale face.

"You, you're insane?!"

Magistrate Zhu was very puzzled. He had already hinted at his backing, but this young man who performed the shady opera was still so indifferent.

He even dared to shoot and kill a court official in public.

Could it be that he's gone mad from performing shady opera?
What made Magistrate Zhu even more uneasy was that, since he had come out at noon, the tyrannical soldiers that his elder brother had sent to protect him had not followed him.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The drum for appealing grievances continues to sound, as if it has never stopped for thousands of years.

Then Zhou Sheng's lyrics began to play.

"This letter came at just the right time; Heaven is helping Huang Zhong to achieve his goal."

"Standing at the camp gate, the three armies shout, young and old, listen to the commandment—"

The next moment, another arrow shot out like lightning, tearing through the air with a piercing sound like ripping silk, whistling through the curtains of the sedan chair and heading straight for Magistrate Zhu's forehead.

"save--"

Before he could utter the last word, "fate," a fierce and sharp arrow was already pressed against his brow, about to pierce his skull.

With the power of Zhou Sheng's arrow, let alone a head, even if it were covered in iron armor, it would be as fragile as paper.

But the arrow, which was destined to hit its mark, missed its target, passing through the sedan chair and embedding itself in the wall several dozen feet away.

It wasn't that Zhou Sheng made a mistake, but rather that Magistrate Zhu disappeared into thin air.

His pale golden pupils narrowed, and a cold, murderous smile appeared on his lips.

At noon, when the soldiers are unable to move, the other master hidden in the Zhu residence should emerge.

This arrow is called "testing the waters."

The surroundings were now empty, except for Zhou Sheng and the stone that was beating the drum, and it seemed that only a pile of dead bodies remained. Magistrate Zhu seemed to have vanished.

Boom boom boom!
The drumbeats continued unabated. Although Shi Tou was exhausted, he gritted his teeth and persevered, keeping that one sentence firmly in mind.

As long as the magistrate lives, the drumbeats will never cease.

As Zhou Sheng listened to the drumbeats, he nocked an arrow and slowly drew back the bow. As the bowstring tightened, his eyes became increasingly sharp, like a golden eagle searching for food in the sky.

But he continued singing slowly and deliberately.

"The first drumbeat signals the start of the battle; the second drumbeat signals the tightening of battle robes."

As he sang, the arrow in his hand, brimming with murderous intent, moved slowly through the air, as if searching for a certain location.

The drums sounded again, filling the surroundings with a chilling atmosphere.

"Three drums, the sword is unsheathed—"

When he sang the word "sheath," a murderous aura suddenly burst forth in Zhou Sheng's eyes, his pale golden pupils burning like fire, and the arrow he had been holding for a long time shot out.

The arrow was shot at the air in the southeast, where there was no one in sight.

But just as the arrow was about to strike, two blurry figures suddenly lunged away, rolling to dodge it.

boom! !

The arrow pierced straight through the stone wall behind them, and cracks spread out like shattered porcelain.

A drop of blood fell down the arrow's fletching.

Zhou Sheng saw two people, two people whose invisibility spells he had broken with a single arrow.

One of them was Magistrate Zhu, whose face was filled with terror, and a bloody mark from an arrow grazed his face, from which blood was still flowing.

The other was a thin, middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, holding a whisk, with bright and piercing eyes.

He was actually a Taoist who had cultivated his skills and knew magic!
"I never expected that the Yin Opera lineage would produce such an outstanding young man. He first broke the coffin-sealing talisman and then dispelled my invisibility spell. Truly, the younger generation is to be feared."

"But please don't be so angry. My name is Xie Daqian, and I come from the Longhua Sect. Would you mind putting down your divine arrows for a moment and listening to me?"

Xie Daqian stepped forward and stood in front of Magistrate Zhu. Although he had a smile on his face, which seemed very warm, there was a lot of vigilance hidden in that smile.

Among the various schools of Yin, the Yinxi lineage is not to be underestimated. They are particularly skilled in combat and possess a wide variety of supernatural abilities. If it weren't for the fact that the successors of this lineage are prone to premature death and have difficulty living long, they would probably be the most outstanding among all schools.

The young man who sang Huang Zhong's song had just pointed his divine arrow at the enemy and probed their position in mid-air. His magical power only fluctuated slightly under the killing intent, and the enemy immediately found his weakness.

Drawing the precious bow, nocking the divine arrow, singing the song of Huang Zhong, yet still a hundred paces away.

Even though his cultivation level was higher than the other party's, he still felt like he had a thorn in his side and his scalp was tingling.

Therefore, he specifically pointed out the three words 'Longhua Sect' in the hope of making the boy who was performing the evil opera more sober.

But the drumbeats continued, and Zhou Sheng's singing continued as well.

"Four drums, hand over the troops—"

"Those who advance will be rewarded, while those who retreat will inevitably suffer a blow!"

call out!call out!call out!
This time, Zhou Sheng drew his bow and fired three arrows simultaneously, aiming straight for the two men's vital points. Even before the arrows arrived, the thunderous killing intent had already pierced their bones, making their hair stand on end.

There was no negotiation, no compromise, and no room for maneuver.

As long as the magistrate lives, the drumbeats will never cease.

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　Thank you so much, Guaili Luanmiao, for the 500 reward! Sending you love!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)