The next morning, for once no one from the Zhou Family was out for a run, everyone gathered in the yard to watch.
"Stand firm with your lower body, lean forward a bit. Right, very good."
Zhang Guoqing stood to the side, observing Ping'an's posture and movements. "Now inhale, tense your abdomen. Then exhale; breathe out slowly. When you draw the bow later, exhale slowly and steadily in one breath."
Following his guidance, Ping'an slowly exhaled...
"Now try drawing the string; release your fingers naturally, don't pull back hard. Remember, you should only use your hand's strength, keep your whole body relaxed...
Good, now inhale and exhale again to see."
Zhang Guoqing looked at his son standing steadily with satisfaction, "Take an arrow. Don't rush, first fix your posture, get a feel for it."
"Got it."
As Ping'an released an arrow, the family focused their attention.
With a "thwack," the arrow hit the target, not exactly at the center but firmly lodged in it.
