Chapter 1, Class Dragon

Are all dragons like this? Is there no dragon that has ever done anything good for humanity?

Of course, I said, as long as you don't steal my things, and also, you must not snore while sleeping

I stuck out my tongue and relaxed the bowstring

That is called waste

It was so startled that it almost jumped up, swaying as it turned around, its mouth agape in surprise, staring at me in a daze. Its eyes were large and round, blue in color, and it had no teeth in its mouth

Yes, I am an archer. My dream is to become a divine archer. The divine archer is an ancient legend; any archer who can slay a dragon is bestowed with the title of divine archer. My master is a divine archer, yet strangely, she has never taught me the skills of a divine archer, and I have had to rely on my own exploration. Ever since my master killed the dragon, I have not seen her use a bow and arrow, and I do not know where her bow has gone. Is this what it means to be a divine archer? Ever since my master killed the dragon, I have not seen her use a bow and arrow, and I do not know where her bow has gone. Is this what it means to be a divine archer?

What? I frowned and asked, "Is there no moon in other places?"

The master's call gradually faded, ultimately becoming imperceptible. My heart began to lighten, and at last, I embarked on the path of seeking the way of the bow

I am at a loss for words, my emotions are complicated

I was taken aback. "Don't flatter yourself; how can you compare to a dragon?"

Boredom

"Wait a moment, Lei," it said, leaning its body closer to me, gently rubbing against me. Its small wings tenderly wrapped around my neck, as if reluctant to part, as if it were about to say goodbye to me.

It was startled, and the food fell to the ground. Hastily shaking its head, it said with a face full of fear:

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This is the most I can obtain in response. People also seem reluctant to discuss dragons, as dragons always bring disaster to humanity, and it seems that even mentioning them is considered very inauspicious

May I ask? Where are the dragons

The wind has stopped

Slowly draw back the bowstring

It is enormous, of a very wicked kind

What have you accomplished

Master, Master, I did it, I really did it! I said to that woman

My tears blurred my vision, and regret fiercely assaulted my soul. I am powerless; I cannot save the dragon, for I am not yet a divine archer

Is it a dragon

The villagers all turned around, looking at me with curiosity. I felt a bit dazed as well; the village was not on fire, and the houses were fine. Everyone had gathered in the small square. The sky was still blue, and the clouds were still white, lazily drifting by. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

The dragon turned to look at me, its blue eyes appearing exceptionally beautiful under the moonlight, resembling the deep, clear waters of a lake, mysterious and graceful

"You are not suited to be an archer," the master said

With a sound of "whoosh," the arrow shot forth like a meteor, a dazzling flash streaking across the sky, as if a thunderclap had struck out of nowhere. The old man stared in astonishment at a towering tree in the distance that crashed down with a thunderous roar, sending dust and stones flying, an awe-inspiring spectacle.

What are the two silly children doing

One day, without any warning, a commotion arose in the village

I can hit the bullseye from a hundred paces away

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"Not counting, not counting," I said hurriedly, "I am not ready yet"

The dragon opened its eyes

As she spoke, she raised one hand, her thumb pressing against her index finger, forming the shape of a bow, and then gently flicked it towards the fallen leaves. The leaves, upon being flicked, instantly shattered into countless fragments, resembling numerous tiny butterflies, joyfully fluttering in the wind

It was in a small village. I lived there since childhood, leading a peaceful life. However, this tranquility was soon disrupted

I did not speak, but took down the bow from my back and drew the string tight. Then, I nocked an arrow. No one should underestimate me; although I am not as formidable as my master, the years of hard training have made my archery skills absolutely not to be taken lightly

Every time I ask her about archery, she always dismisses me with a single sentence: "The way of the bow lies in your heart, in why you choose to use the bow"

And my sheep

Just return the things, and stop crying. I also don't know how to advise you.

After the incident with the thief, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I decided to stay outside the village and observe the village's activities every day, acting as a guardian. For some reason, the dragon-like creature also keeps lingering here, unwilling to leave.

Don't run

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Draw your bow, thunder, with your heart, with your emotions, with your anger, your pain. Come on, my good child, let your arrow soar.

The distant flames caught my attention. Those flames appeared in that small village. My mood was exceedingly heavy. In the past, I had always looked forward to the arrival of this moment, but now I felt an unusual contradiction. Could it be that the dragon was destroying that village? To take revenge on those people?

What is the problem

The people around me looked at me with strange eyes. The first thing I did after leaving my master was to find a dragon and shoot it down, to prove that I too had become a divine archer. However, things were far from as simple as I had imagined. When I arrived in bustling cities or tranquil small villages, I found no trace of dragons. After all, dragons are quite rare divine beings, not like domesticated pigs, dogs, cattle, or horses that roam freely everywhere. Encountering a dragon is indeed a rather difficult task.

Class Dragon

A tall shadow appeared in the smoke, with wings, a skull, horns, and a massive body

"Do not harm my friend!" Long was desperately resisting, "I don't care about anything else; I would rather die than let you hurt my friend!"

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Uh... I stammered, it's really frustrating, I am also looking for the dragon

No wonder that old man told me that there is a dragon here. I was truly foolish, completely unaware that a real dragon had been by my side all along

I hope it can always be like this, carefree and worry-free... How wonderful it would be if it were truly like this...

"Alright, alright, stop crying." My heart softened, and I put away my bow and arrow. I approached, crouched down, and patted its chubby little head. It stood nearly as tall as I was, yet at that moment, it lowered its head and wiped away its tears

The bow is like a full moon, the arrow is released

I smiled again, leaning against the large tree, with my hands resting behind my head, and said: "Indeed, how could you possibly be a dragon? If you are considered a dragon, it would truly be an insult to dragons."

Not a dragon

I want to slay the dragon. I said with great pride and confidence

I secretly thought to myself. No way, this kind of thing can also be called a dragon? It does resemble one to some extent, but it completely lacks the majesty of a true dragon, making it rather laughable. If this thing can also be called a dragon, it truly belittles us divine archers.

The arrow suddenly transformed into a beam of light, shimmering with magical brilliance, a cascade of colors flowing in and out, and the piercing sound of its flight caused the earth to tremble, even the spirits were moved! That incredibly sharp light pierced into the chest of the black dragon, yet it erupted with an even more intense radiance! The black dragon spewed blood, roaring in fury, and crashed down into the searing sea of flames

Did not see

It is a beautiful and tranquil small village, where the mountains are mountains, and the waters are waters, with the quaint and lovely houses of the village faintly visible. I suddenly began to long for the hometown where I was born and raised; this village is so similar to my hometown that it stirred up my strong feelings of nostalgia. Indeed, ever since that evil dragon destroyed my hometown, it has been many years since I last returned. At that time, I vowed that I would only go back when I had the ability to protect my hometown. Time has passed so quickly that I have almost forgotten that vow. Could this be what my master referred to as the way of the bow? ... Yes, ever since that evil dragon destroyed my hometown, it has been many years since I last returned. At that time, I vowed that I would only go back when I had the ability to protect my hometown. Time has passed so quickly that I have almost forgotten that vow. Could this be what my master referred to as the way of the bow? ... One must always think about why one draws the bowstring...

It seems that your wish is to slay a dragon, a real dragon, isn't it

"Why?" I said indignantly, "I can draw the longbow made of fine steel."

"Think about the issue," said Long seriously

"You fool, you spendthrift!" The master scolded me with a sobbing tone while fiercely hitting my head and kicking my stomach, "How could you steal my earrings, my only valuable possession! Just wait until I beat you to death... my earrings..."

I can shoot arrows rapidly, like a storm.

The dragon did not speak again

I looked at my master with frustration, unable to say a word

Days pass just like this, one after another. The sky remains as blue as ever, and the white clouds drift leisurely.

I opened my eyes, and it turned out to be a dragon!

The silhouette of the dragon appeared. I was taken aback. The dragon was immense, entirely black, covered in dense spikes and sharp angles. Its wings, when spread, could actually obscure the sky. Most notably, it had a pair of blood-red, malevolent eyes

Long did not find my joke amusing; if it were any other time, it would have already been rolling on the green grass with laughter

I smiled and stood up, saying, "I am here to shoot the dragon"

At that moment, another strong wind surged in, blocking the black dragon.

Indeed, the master is an extremely stingy person who is desperately poor. However, when I first saw the master, she was not like this

It still hovers in mid-air, like a true dragon, with only those blue eyes remaining, which are the familiar dragon-like eyes I know

But... I hurriedly argued

What chicken? I scratched my head, feeling perplexed

The dragon was fending off the black dragon's attack while anxiously shouting:

The Way of the Bow

Not a dragon !!

Is it really the same as before

Indeed, as Leilong said, the moon is becoming increasingly round. Every night, Leilong would gaze at the bright moon in the sky. Tonight, the moon appears so round. I clapped my hands and laughed:

You bastard! The Black Dragon roared, "You are unworthy of being a dragon, a true dragon!"

"What are you doing here again?" it asked

Late autumn has arrived

"My old hen is missing, did you steal it, stranger?" She continued to glare at me relentlessly

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If you are looking for a dragon, I will tell you a place, a place called Lonely Village, where it is said they are troubled by dragons, the old man said at last

There is still one question that I have never been able to clarify. For several consecutive days, both I and Lailong sat dazed on the lawn in the woods, lost in thought. Finally, one day, the master could no longer hold back and came over to ask:

"Hello, I am a dragon, come shoot me quickly." Unless that dragon has a problem. It seems that only those who have such thoughts are the ones with problems

I slowly bend the bow and nock the arrow, yet I feel no excitement, only loneliness. Should I choose the divine bow or choose to give up? For the first time, my heart is no longer as calm as still water; my arrow begins to hesitate unconsciously

"Thunder, I am very sad. It is only because of our differences that we must part ways." The dragon gracefully flapped its wings and began to soar high.

Thus, I became friends with this peculiar, foolish creature. That night, we secretly returned the items it had stolen from the village. I discovered that this rotund dragon-like creature could run surprisingly fast, and I could hardly keep up. Typically, dragons walk slowly and majestically, or soar through the azure sky. Although this dragon-like being appeared to be an underdeveloped dragon, I increasingly doubted that it was a dragon at all. Generally, dragons walk slowly and majestically, or soar through the azure sky. Although this dragon-like creature looked like an underdeveloped dragon, I increasingly doubted that it was a dragon.

I have returned to my master's side again. Because I know that I still have much to learn, and I need to comprehend the way of the bow. My master has also returned to his old self, frequently scolding me, as always fetching water, chopping wood, and busying himself, much like a mundane village woman. Everything has returned to the way it was, how wonderful it is

Foolish humans! It roared as it charged at me, a powerful gust of wind surged towards me, and I lost my grip, causing the bow to slip from my hands and fly away

It clearly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, yes, I am definitely not a dragon. I am called a quasi-dragon."

This kid is likely troubled

I also want to post notices in the city, seeking a dragon. However, I believe it is unlikely that dragons can understand human writing; even if they could, they would not have the leisure to wander into human cities. Even if they did wander, a dragon would not see my notice and then suddenly appear before me, saying:

The dragon-like creature beside me has vanished, leaving only the traces it made while sleeping, still somewhat warm. My heart sank, and I hurriedly turned over, searching for the dragon-like creature in all directions.

The first time I saw a dragon. What kind of creature is that, so terrifying, with a massive body, a long neck, a head adorned with sharp horns, eyes that are blood red, wings folded behind its back, and a thick tail dragging on the ground. When it opened its mouth, it revealed fearsome teeth and spewed forth bursts of flames

"What dragon?" The villagers looked at me with puzzled expressions

"Look, Master," I said as I pulled him in front of a large tree. Hanging from the tree with a thin rope was a golden earring, and in the center of the earring was an arrow, my arrow.

"All dragons are the same," I said, suddenly smiling, "Fortunately, the dragon-like creatures are not true dragons; otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do."

At that moment, someone suddenly placed a bow and arrow in my hands. I turned around and was both surprised and delighted to find that it was my master

What are you doing here? I asked

"Different," said Long Zhuang, adopting a very serious demeanor, "only the moon here holds significance"

Master, I said, with great pride, "I did it"

The moonlight in the sky condensed into a beam of bluish-white light, shining down and illuminating the clearing with an extraordinary haze and mystery, countless tiny points of light dancing as if alive. In the center of the clearing was a dragon-like creature. Amidst the mysterious incantation, the creature slowly floated into the air, its body bathed in the pure and bright moonlight, appearing so sacred. Suddenly, a strange occurrence took place; the chanting of the incantation grew increasingly intense, and then the dragon-like creature began to transform. Its body expanded and elongated, its small wings stretching out, its neck growing longer, and horns starting to sprout from its head. The moonlight intensified, obscuring my vision, and at that moment, the incantation erupted into a violent tremor, an instant of intense light flooding the earth, so bright that it swept away everything. Then, the light vanished, the sound ceased, leaving only the cold night wind howling.

Arriving at the village entrance, it was indeed true that the village was ablaze, with houses leaning precariously, flames reaching up to the sky, and smoke obscuring the bright moon. In my eyes, all of this had lost its color; all I knew was that what I had to do was to kill the dragon. Is this the way of the bow? Did my master also once face such a difficult choice, leading him down this irreversible path?

"I hit the target from a hundred paces away," I said proudly, anticipating my master's praise

"Lei, hurry up!" Long shouted, covered in blood, suddenly trampled underfoot by the black dragon, yet he continued to call out to me, completely disregarding his own safety

"Have I mentioned it?" the master scratched his head and asked

Of course not. I have gained another companion, and I can proudly say that my companion is a dragon. It truly saddens me that shortly after transforming from a quasi-dragon into a real dragon, it has reverted to its old ways, still as lazy and foolish as ever. I had hoped that after becoming a dragon, it would improve a little. However, just seeing its azure blue eyes brings me great peace, which has taught me an important lesson: even dragons are different. There are good people and bad people in the world, and the same applies to dragons. Yet, just seeing its azure blue eyes brings me great peace, which has taught me an important lesson: even dragons are different. There are good people and bad people in the world, and the same applies to dragons

Aren't you able to?" Long looked somewhat disappointed.

"Stop lying!" I was furious, "You little thief, if you don't admit it, I will shoot you!"

It paused for a moment, its claws holding the food, looking at me with some surprise, "Why shoot the dragon?"

I am hungry, sob, I haven't eaten anything for several days, sob sob sob, it's not intentional...

I was so frightened that I stood there in a daze, staring blankly, even forgetting to escape. The people around me were shouting and fleeing. Soon, several villagers organized themselves and began shooting arrows at the dragon. The arrows looked so small, like toothpicks, weakly striking the massive body of the dragon before falling softly to the ground. The few brave villagers were also trampled underfoot by the dragon. The dragon surveyed its surroundings and emitted a hiss, its terrifying voice filled with malice and arrogance. I slowly sat down on the ground, my teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Did you steal my chicken? Is it you? Is it?

The moon has risen to its zenith, pale and cold.

Evil dragon! Come and take my life!

The fish I had laid out outside has also disappeared! The villagers began to chatter among themselves. I started to feel a bit disheartened; it turned out that the earlier commotion was not caused by a dragon, but by a thief! Unbelievable! The more they talked, the angrier they became, and they surged forward as if I were the thief.

The leaves drift gently. The sky remains very blue, and the clouds are lazily floating.

"Is that the thing you stole?" I asked, trying to appear authoritative as I aimed at it.

The master remained exceptionally calm, with one hand guiding my bow and the other pulling back the string, just as he did when he first taught me archery, hand in hand.

"What foolish thing have you done again?" The woman turned around, placing the bucket on the ground, her hands on her hips, looking at me with dissatisfaction. The rising sun illuminated her face, which was flushed, resembling a layer of rouge.

"Did I not tell you?" She looked at me and continued, "You must cherish your bow; quickly loosen the string."

No one will stand there and let you shoot

I picked up a leaf and said, "Master, I still can't figure out how to hit this falling leaf; there's simply not enough time." As I spoke, I let go, and the leaf swayed gently in the wind as it descended.

In that fleeting moment, I panicked, my hand trembled, and the arrow flew out. This violated a fundamental rule for archers; my master had taught me that an archer must unify heart and arrow, and never release an arrow carelessly, for an archer has only one chance. Indeed, the dragon noticed me, glaring fiercely with blood-red eyes, filled with cruelty and malice. My arrow was easily deflected by it. I began to feel anxious, realizing the dragon's might was beyond my ability to contend with. My master's words were not wrong; I was still far from being a true master archer. Indeed, the dragon noticed me, glaring fiercely with blood-red eyes, filled with cruelty and malice. My arrow was easily deflected by it. I began to feel anxious, realizing the dragon's might was beyond my ability to contend with. My master's words were not wrong; I was still far from being a true master archer.

"Thunder, thunder! Run away quickly, thunder!"

"I hate dragons," I said in a low voice, clenching my fists. "I hate all dragons; my wish is to kill every last one of them. It is precisely because of this that I embarked on the path of the bow." Then, I recounted my previous experiences to the dragon-like creature. It listened silently, seemingly quite disheartened. After a long while, it sighed and said:

"Alright, alright." I took out my own provisions and handed them to it. It glanced at them, extended its claw to take them, and began to devour them ravenously, tears still in its eyes. I noticed its claws, which resembled those of a dragon, and my heart was filled with doubt once again.

I am called Lei. I turned my head to look at it and said with a smile

I turned around, feigning a fierce expression, and asked:

Um... The master did not speak, but approached and examined closely

Suddenly, I leaped out, drew my bow, and shouted loudly:

Yes, I said firmly

No matter what I said, they did not believe me, firmly convinced that I, this "great" archer, was the little thief. Thus, I had no choice but to flee in disgrace, escaping from this village

"Master, when can I shoot the dragon like you?" I asked eagerly, completely unconcerned by Master’s scolding.

"No... it's not..." it stammered, its tail swaying back and forth, appearing anxious and uneasy

A strange sound caught my attention. It was a peculiar moan, resembling a whisper, as if many people were quietly conversing, yet it also felt like an ancient incantation. However, this sound seemed to be a voice of nature, seemingly emanating from the earth, the sky, and the lakes, merging together in such harmony and beauty. Following the sound, I arrived at a clearing in the forest, where I saw a creature resembling a dragon, and suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, staring blankly.

"I am sorry, Lei, I deceived you," the dragon began to speak, its voice very clear and pleasant, yet imbued with the majesty of a dragon, though its tone was low.

"Heavens, it is the divine bow!" the old man exclaimed, his previous indifference completely vanished. "I have seen it before, a long, long time ago."

"What are you looking for the dragon for?" Finally, an idle old man asked.

Don't move

"No one asked you to be ready to shoot," the master mocked, casting a final glance at the twisted earring nailed to the tree, murmuring to himself with reluctance, "My earring..." He then turned and walked away, not looking at me again

It is unknown how much time has passed

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman seemed to have come to her senses and ran towards me

I hesitated as the tragedy of the village flashed before my eyes, scene after scene, as if it were yesterday

Will I draw my bow against the dragon? ... No, I will not. However, my hometown, the village ... Various thoughts are swirling, my heart is in turmoil, and I am at a loss. Yet, the moment I think that I am parting forever from the dragon, tears still fall onto the grass, shattering into countless tiny points of light under the moonlight, disappearing.

What are you saying? I asked in confusion, suddenly realizing that its mouth was moving

In the future, perhaps you will see me again. I only hope that I am not the first dragon you have shot down

The dragon detected this threat, turned its body, and emitted a heavy sound from its nostrils. The woman stood there, motionless, her body slightly angled, one foot forward and the other back, standing firmly. One hand held a bow, while her bare arms pulled back the bowstring. If it were not for the wind causing the hem of her skirt to flutter, she would truly resemble a beautiful statue. The dragon let out another roar, and one could feel a wave of heat rushing towards them, scorching the face. The woman's hair, which she had gathered, fell down like a waterfall, flowing in the wind.

No, no, I am not... I am not a real dragon...

Mental illness

I stood there in a daze

It seems so. The master scratched his head again, his fluffy long hair piled on top, somewhat disheveled, yet very charming. "What of it?"

"Slow down, little rascal!" the master scolded, giving my head a light tap.

I also hope so. It unexpectedly sighed, looked at me, and asked with a complex expression: "Lei, if, if I were truly a dragon... would you aim your bow and arrow at me?"

"Dragon! A dragon has broken into the village!" Before I could comprehend what was happening, a tremendous tremor shook the ground, as if the earth were about to split apart. I rushed out of the house, and to my astonishment, the outside was already engulfed in flames; everything seemed to be burning, and the fierce flames turned the sky red. The tremors continued, but they transformed into a rhythmic shaking, rumbling like a giant was moving, akin to the sound of a *book*. But it was not a giant; it was a dragon. The tremors persisted, but they became a rhythmic shaking, rumbling like a giant was moving, akin to the sound of a *book*. But it was not a giant; it was a dragon.

"Just you?" The old man looked me up and down, his face full of disdain

It was precisely at that moment that my hand released. The bowstring emitted a sharp sound, resonating back and forth. The arrow left on the bow sang a joyful song, like a frolicking little bird, and shot out swiftly. Soon, the arrow disappeared into the distance, leaving behind the lingering sound of its piercing whistle in the air, a sound most beloved by archers. I enjoyed it, closing my eyes, as if my heart was soaring along with the arrow, no longer able to distinguish whether the arrow was carrying my heart or my heart was guiding the arrow.

Fool, the master said, "Watch closely, the way of the bow!"

As I recalled my master's former grace, I was simultaneously receiving his blows. How strange it is; perhaps no one thinks of the merits of the person who is hitting them while being struck. Eventually, my master grew tired of hitting me, sat down, and panted heavily, casting a somewhat reluctant glance in my direction. I, on the other hand, felt little discomfort; after all, I have a sturdy build, and I suppose my master's hands must have hurt as well.

What happened to the class dragon tonight

I rushed into the village and shouted loudly

Where is the dragon? I asked

"You?" the master said with a huff, "You are still far from it. Don't think that just because you stumbled upon an earring, you understand archery."

Suddenly, the distant village began to stir, as if something had happened. My heart tightened, and I quickly drew back the bowstring, hurrying over.

The bowstring is fully stretched between my fingers, rich in elasticity, while the bow's spine curves into a graceful arc. I slightly hold my breath; at this moment, I can feel a gentle breeze passing by, so soft, like a woman's tender fingers brushing against my cheek, carrying a faint fragrance that conveys the essence of the earth. ... The wind has ceased, and the subtle tremor lingering on the bowstring has also vanished. In this moment, time seems to freeze, the world is captured in an instant, with swaying trees, dew-laden grass, and the sun rising in the distance.

That is called brute force

"Then go die! You are an insult to our dragon clan," the black dragon said, intensifying its attack. The dragon-like creature, being quite young, was no match for the black dragon. The two dragons clashed fiercely, shaking the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, blood splattered onto me.

I walked dejectedly when suddenly, a sound came from a small grove ahead, resembling a sheep bleating. My heart stirred, and I quietly approached. As I parted the trees, I saw a white lamb, pitifully calling out. Strangely, a round, chubby creature was squatting in front of the lamb, looking at it curiously. What was that thing? I observed it with confusion; it was not tall, had a plump body, and a slightly elongated neck topped with a round head. It seemed to have horns, but not quite; surprisingly, it had tiny wings on its back, though calling them wings was a stretch, as they were not much larger than chicken wings, drooping pitifully. Additionally, it had a small tail, which was quite long but thin. In short, it was a very comical and amusing creature.

The master waved his hand, stood up, casually picked up a fallen leaf, and said, "Can you hit this leaf?" As he spoke, he tossed the leaf upward. The leaf swayed and descended. I hurriedly drew the bowstring, bent the bow, nocked the arrow, and aimed. However, the leaf had already floated down to the ground.

I assumed the posture of drawing a bow and said, "Do you know the divine bow? I want to become a divine archer, so I must prove my abilities by shooting a dragon." As I spoke, I mimicked the action of releasing an arrow. Although I held no bow or arrow, in that moment, the tree I aimed at began to sway, and the birds perched upon it squawked in alarm and took flight. Indeed, my abilities have become quite extraordinary, and I am confident that I can be a divine archer. I assumed the posture of drawing a bow and said, "Do you know the divine bow? I want to become a divine archer, so I must prove my abilities by shooting a dragon." As I spoke, I mimicked the action of releasing an arrow. Although I held no bow or arrow, in that moment, the tree I aimed at began to sway, and the birds perched upon it squawked in alarm and took flight. Indeed, my abilities have become quite extraordinary, and I am confident that I can be a divine archer

Suddenly, a flurry of punches and kicks rained down on me, leaving me dazed.

Thus, I diligently honed my archery skills, emulating the feats of every legendary archer. However, my master remained indifferent, consistently overlooking my progress. This was yet another blow to me. I refused to believe that I could not become a legendary archer; I possessed all the necessary qualities. In the distance, my master was calling for me. Yet, I remained rooted in place, my thoughts swirling. I was confident in my abilities; to become a legendary archer, I only lacked one final condition: to slay a dragon. I refused to believe that I could not become a legendary archer; I possessed all the necessary qualities. In the distance, my master was calling for me. Yet, I remained rooted in place, my thoughts swirling. I was confident in my abilities; to become a legendary archer, I only lacked one final condition: to slay a dragon

I am tired, let's take a break. After a while, it said somewhat dejectedly. I nodded; I was quite tired as well. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Lei Long suddenly said

Being with Lei Long was so wonderful, it made me feel a joy I had never experienced before. My childhood memories are only of the devastation of the village. Later, I followed my master, who treated me very well, embodying a blend of strict fatherly and nurturing motherly affection, but more so with strict demands. In my memory, it seems I was always practicing, practicing, maintaining the posture of drawing a bow motionless in the pouring rain, running like an antelope under the scorching sun, training. In my memory, there has never been a feeling of happiness. It seems I was always practicing, practicing, maintaining the posture of drawing a bow motionless in the pouring rain, running like an antelope under the scorching sun, training. In my memory, there has never been a feeling of happiness.

This is the first time I begin to understand the meaning of my master's words: the way of the bow is not a path of flowers and glory; perhaps there will be more tears and regrets...

However, being with the dragon-like creature for the first time gave me this feeling; I know this is the feeling of companionship, a very warm feeling. I realize that I am becoming increasingly inseparable from the dragon-like creature. During the day, we wander around together, racing, and I always lose to this little ball of flesh; at night, we squeeze together to sleep, and its tail can swat away flies for me. I even began to hesitate about whether, after I finish off the dragon, I should stay here and continue to be with the dragon-like creature. Although I am starting to miss my master now, I feel somewhat reluctant to part with the dragon-like creature.

Master, last time you mentioned that the divine bow can hit the opponent's earring from a hundred paces away, is that correct

Are you the dragon hetushucomcom

All dragons must undergo a process of growth. This is the sacred land of dragons, where, every time the moon is full, each little dragon can transform into a fully grown dragon.

"What are you doing here?" I asked it. It chuckled, wearing a peculiar expression, "I am waiting for the moon to be full"

"May I ask, where are the dragons?" I continued to inquire tirelessly.

I am setting off soon to Lonely Village, which will mark the beginning of my journey to becoming a true master archer

I am human, what else can I do? I look up at the moon in the sky; dragons are inherently the enemies of humanity, and this is not something I or the dragon-like beings can change. My master is fighting against dragons, and I am also striving to learn; perhaps the dragon-like beings are as well, for to become true dragons, they must learn how to battle against humans. This is fate, an unchangeable fate. I slowly tightened the bowstring, stepping closer to that village, while my heart began to grow numb and cold. My master is fighting against dragons, and I am also striving to learn; perhaps the dragon-like beings are as well, for to become true dragons, they must learn how to battle against humans. This is fate, an unchangeable fate. I slowly tightened the bowstring, stepping closer to that village, while my heart began to grow numb and cold.

Hey? You fatso, how are you stealing my provisions again

"I started to deceive you because I was afraid of your bow and arrow," said Long with a hint of sadness. "Later... it was because I grew to enjoy being with you more and more, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings..."

I calmed down and recalled the destroyed village, remembered the time spent with the dragon-like beings, and thought of everything. Until my mind became completely clear, devoid of any distractions.

I stood there feeling somewhat frustrated, unable to speak

"Of course you said, " I said anxiously, " it was you who told me the story about the divine archer who once fought against the enemy. The opposing side had thousands of troops, while the divine archer had only a small group of people, clearly at a disadvantage. However, the divine archer remained calm, took down the bow and arrow, aimed at the leading knight of the enemy, and from a hundred paces away, shot through the enemy's ear with a single arrow. The enemy was so frightened that they fled in panic. These are all things you told me about."

"I want to shoot the dragon," I said with great excitement. The result was a heavy knock on my head.

Tonight, Long seems a bit strange, staring blankly at the moon in the sky, seemingly lost in thought. This is the first time I have seen it like this

"What if?" asked Long stubbornly, "Will you still play with me, sleep with me, and tell me beautiful stories?"

Master, Master, I did it, I did it! I shouted joyfully as I ran all the way. Over the small hill on the grassland stood a delicate thatched cottage. A beautiful woman was bending down to draw water and turned her head in surprise to look at me

What bad luck. After leaving the village, I walked along the way, feeling extremely down. I couldn't find the dragon and ended up getting beaten for nothing. That damned thief caused me to miss out on the title of Divine Bow once again.

I closed my eyes, awaiting the final blow of death

Don't run, you little thief! Come back so I can give you a good beating

No, no, I quickly waved my hand, "I am not a thief, I am not, I am just passing by..."

I pulled that woman and said, "Master, come with me quickly; I have something to show you." Without giving her a chance to respond, I dragged her along, stumbling.

The woman revealed a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, and the world seemed to come to a standstill in that moment. Then, she released her hand, and the arrow sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistle as it flew towards the dragon's head, carrying the scent of death

My piglet

Thunder, run quickly!

It has already grown, with a tall stature, enormous and majestic wings, a thick tail, proudly towering horns, and a noble head. It has transformed into a gigantic, handsome dragon. The legendary dragon

The closer it got, the louder the sound became, and the entire village seemed to be on the verge of boiling over... My heart grew increasingly tense, as the scene from many years ago slowly resurfaced in my mind: the soaring flames, the collapsing houses, and those evil eyes gleaming in the firelight...

I cannot help but feel a bit smug, to the point where my smile is almost crooked

At that moment, suddenly, the dragon turned its head, its red eyes fixed intently on a certain spot. I couldn't help but look over. A graceful woman entered my line of sight, instantly captivating. I did not notice when she had already stood at the entrance of the village, adorned in splendid attire, her hair elegantly styled. At this moment, she slowly slipped off one sleeve, revealing her pure white arm, easily evoking thoughts of the bright moonlight. Then, she gracefully took down the bow and arrows from her back, gently nocking an arrow, her two fingers pulling the bowstring, which soon arched like a full moon. This scene was so beautiful, so elegant, that it seemed she was not shooting an arrow but dancing; the bow in her hand lost all sense of being a weapon, and from her gentle movements, it resembled a white jade comb. This scene was so beautiful, so elegant, that it seemed she was not shooting an arrow but dancing; the bow in her hand lost all sense of being a weapon, and from her gentle movements, it resembled a white jade comb.

Can we be together forever

"My Lord, the Divine Bow," the elder respectfully inquired, "how many evil dragons have you eliminated?"

What should I do? Can I shoot my arrows at the dragon?

What are you all arguing about here? I am truly perplexed

"No... not much..." The master taught me to be honest in life. I truly did not lie; saying that I did not kill even one can also be interpreted as "not much"

Thank you," it said, raising its eyes, its mouth stuffed with food. I watched with a twinge of pain as my month's worth of provisions disappeared into that large mouth.

Last night, I was troubled by nightmares. In my dream, the dragon was missing. In a panic, I shouted loudly and suddenly woke up

What a round moon, it is truly beautiful

It looked at me, chewing, while also blinking its eyes

It looked at me with a very aggrieved expression, and suddenly, with a pout, it began to cry out loud. At that moment, I truly did not know what to do, awkwardly holding the bow and arrow. This was the first time I encountered such a situation, and my master had never taught me what to do if the target you aimed at started to cry.