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On the morning of the barbarian tribe, the ink-like dawn gradually receded from the horizon, giving way to the golden sunlight.
Zhang Jin stood at the edge of the tribe, facing a vast grassland with glistening dewdrops hanging on the tips of the grass, swaying gently in the wind, making a rustling sound. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling every breath of this world.
Han Che Walking out from the house, holding two delicate bows in hand. He walked towards Zhang Jin and handed one of the bows to her. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were quite serious: "Today, let me see the results of your archery practice during this time."
Zhang Jin took the bow and arrow, her fingers gently sliding over the bow, feeling the texture of the wood and the tension of the bowstring. She nodded, with a hint of nervousness and excitement shimmering in her eyes: "Alright! I won't let you down."
So, the two of them walked towards the depths of the grassland, the grass under their feet damp with dew, making a rustling sound. The animals on the grassland began their new day, and in the distance, several herds of deer could be seen leisurely foraging.
Han Che pointing to those herds of deer, said to Zhang Jin in a low voice, "Remember, hunting is not just a skill, but also a wisdom of harmonious coexistence with nature."
Zhang Jin nodded and followed the footsteps of Han Che, silently approaching the herd of deer. Their movements were light, like shadows on the grassland, seamlessly blending into the natural surroundings.
As the two gradually approached within shooting range of the deer, Han Che signaled for Zhang Jin to prepare. Zhang Jin held her breath, drew the bowstring, and aimed at a male deer grazing with its head lowered. Her gaze was focused and determined, her arm steady as a rock. In the instant that Han Che nodded, she released the bowstring, and the arrow flew straight towards its target.
The arrow pierced through the air, making a whooshing sound, and accurately hit the buck's side. The deer herd immediately panicked and scattered in all directions, while the struck buck stumbled and fell to the ground, struggling for a few moments before becoming still.
Zhang Jin's heartbeat accelerated. This was the first time he had felt the passing of life at such close range, but at the same time, it was also an acceptance of the laws of nature. Han Che walked to her side, lightly patting her shoulder, with a hint of affirmation in his eyes: "You did well."
Zhang Jin looked at the stag lying on the ground, a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes, and said softly, "This is the law of the jungle in nature. I understand now."
Later, the two of them brought the prey back to the tribe. This was not only a victory in hunting, but also a gift from the land to Zhang Jin.
In the following days, Han Che taught Zhang Jin how to practice archery. They set up several targets on the grassland, each representing a different challenge.
Zhang Jin stood behind the designated shooting line, her bow and arrow now serving as her tool for expressing determination.
"Concentrate, feel the connection between the arrow and the target." Han Che stood beside her, guiding her posture and breath.
Zhang Jin Close your eyes, try to connect your consciousness with the arrow, and when she opens her eyes again, there is no hesitation, only a clear target.
Draw the bow, aim, release the arrow, all in one go. The arrow once again hits the bullseye accurately, making a crisp sound.
"You have already mastered the essence of archery," said Han Che with a hint of surprise in his voice. He did not expect Zhang Jin to make such great progress in such a short time.
Zhang Jin put down the bow and arrow, and a slight smile appeared on his face. "It's all because of your guidance."
They smiled at each other, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythms of nature on the grassland.
As night fell, Han Che and Zhang Jin sat by the campfire, surrounded by other members of the tribe, sharing stories of hunting and snippets of life.
Zhang Jin Participating in their conversation, my heart was filled with warmth and gratitude, and I truly became a part of this tribe, establishing a deep connection with the people here.
As the seasons change, a hint of coolness in the wind on the grassland signals the arrival of autumn to all living things.
On such a day, Han Che and Zhang Jin set out on a hunting expedition once again.
This time, their target was the mountain goat, known for its agility and nimbleness, posing a great challenge to the skills of the hunters.
The two arrived in a rugged mountainous area, the habitat of the mountain goats. The goat herds often leaped between the cliffs, their agile figures echoing through the mountains. Zhang Jin observed these mountain goats, thinking that this hunt would not be as easy as the previous ones.
Han Che pointed to a winding path: "Zhang Jin, we have to follow this road and find a sheltered spot. Remember, goats have keen eyesight, so we must keep ourselves hidden."
Zhang Jin nodded and then followed Han Che's footsteps, carefully making their way through the crevices and bushes. Her heartbeat quickened with the increase in altitude, and each breath became deep and powerful.
They found a secluded spot behind a rock, where they could clearly see a herd of goats grazing in the nearby grassland. Han Che GestureZhang Jin was ready, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness, but more so, trust in her.
Zhang Jin slowly drew the bowstring, his eyes fixed on a goat grazing, its movements agile, occasionally looking around. Zhang Jin adjusted his breathing, waiting for the best moment to take the shot.
At that moment, a gust of wind blew through, and the goats on the grass seemed to sense something, starting to become restless. Zhang Jin knew that he had to seize the opportunity.
"Now!" Han Che whispered.
Zhang Jin Release the bowstring, and the arrow flashes like lightning across the sky, heading straight for the goat.
But the goat's reaction is surprisingly fast. It cleverly leaps and avoids the arrow's attack.
Zhang Jin's heart sank, but she didn't give up, quickly picking up another arrow.
A hint of surprise flashed in Han Che's eyes. He didn't expect Zhang Jin to be ready for another shot in such a short time.
Zhang Jin pulled the bowstring again, the movement was faster and smoother. The arrow flew out again, this time, it followed the steps of the goat closely.
The goat tried to evade again, but without success. The arrow accurately hit its hind leg, causing it to stumble and fall to the ground. Zhang Jin and Han Che quickly approached the injured goat, Han Che took out a dagger and swiftly and mercifully ended its life.
Zhang Jin stood there, watching the scene before her, feeling conflicted. She was proud of her progress in archery, but at the same time, she felt a little sadness for the end of the goat's life.
Han Che walked up to Zhang Jin and gently embraced her, saying softly, "This is the fate of the hunter and the hunted, and it is also our way of survival."
Zhang Jin leaned against the embrace of Han Che, knowing that this was the law of nature and the reality she had to accept.
Then the two of them carried the goat back to the tribe. This hunting trip once again proved Zhang Jin's growth. She not only learned how to use a bow and arrow, but more importantly, she had learned how to survive in the wild.
And all of this is inseparable from the guidance and support of Han Che. In this ancient land, Zhang Jin found a second home and also found a new self.
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