"It's not that it lacks interest,"
"but archery is one of the six arts, and there are many intricacies to it. I haven't learned all those bow and arrow techniques and formalities. If we were hunting separately, the number of game wouldn't differ much, but in a standstill competition like this, I am far inferior."
Wang Anfeng paused, then said with a smile:
"After all, the way I shoot arrows was taught by an old man in my family who liked to drink and might have been a soldier for a couple of years. It's hardly elegant."
Mei Lianhua's expressive eyes moved as she spoke: "So it's the martial archery art."
"The Military Family also studies chariot driving and archery. Which style does Brother Wang practice?"
Wang Anfeng shook his head with a half-joking tone:
"It's not among them. If you really want to be specific, you could probably call it Pheasant-Hunting Archery?"
"Pheasant-Hunting Archery?"
Mei Lianhua was slightly startled.