Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 143 A Gun in Hand

Early the next morning, at Jixia School.

Baili Dongjun locked himself in the room, studying the "Book of Wine" sent by Xie Xuan.After all, he made a wine betting agreement with Diaolou Xiaozhu, betting on the wine road that he cares most about and Sikong Changfeng's silver moon gun, Baili Dongjun doesn't want to lose, so apart from him sending a letter, he must Except for the ingredients for wine making, people have asked people not to disturb him these days.

So in the empty courtyard, only Xie Xuan who was reading alone and Sikong Changfeng who was bored were left.

"You like reading very much?" Sikong Changfeng could only find something to talk to Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan didn't look up: "You want to practice guns, but you don't have one?"

Sikong Changfeng was startled: "You can also see that I am a shooter?"

"Of course." Xie Xuan glanced at him.

"You can also see that I have spear intent?" Sikong Changfeng asked confused, wondering if everyone in Tianqi City has supernatural powers?Every time I see a person, I can guess that I use a gun.

"I'm looking at the hand. I'm afraid Mr. Li told you that you have gun intent. The emperor looks at the face and looks for the dragon. It's a very mysterious martial art. I don't know it. I just know Those who use knives, swords, guns, and bows and arrows all have different calluses." Xie Xuan held up the book in his hand, "It says in the book."

Sikong Changfeng nodded: "If you read a lot, you are good at it."

"You don't have to talk to me." Xie Xuan lowered his head again and started to read, "You are not a person who likes to read."

"I don't like reading, but it doesn't mean I don't appreciate people who like to read. I used to know a poor scholar who taught me my calligraphy, so I admire him very much, even though he smells like poverty." Sikong Changfeng lay On the bench, resting his hands on his head, he said with a smile.He suddenly missed that poor scholar a little bit. When the poor scholar left, he said that he would definitely get the honor and become a high official in the future. He didn't know what happened now.

"It sounds like you are scolding me." Xie Xuan shrugged, raised his head and said, "By the way, people with guns are not lucky."

Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly: "What is this saying?"

"I've read some short story books, in which the gunmen, no matter how good their martial arts skills are and how powerful their backgrounds are, they will inevitably be killed in the end. That's why I say, the gunmen are unlucky." Xie Xuan smiled slightly.

Sikong Changfeng jumped down from the bench, found a long stick in the corner, and weighed it in his hand: "Your statement is absurd. I don't believe it. There are no guns nowadays, so using a stick is about the same." He swung the long stick violently, and immediately stabbed out. Although it was just an ordinary long stick, the stab just now was very powerful.

Sikong Changfeng was originally a wanderer in the rivers and lakes, and he only knew superficial boxing and staff skills, but when he was nine years old, he once rescued a gunman who was dying, and the gunman taught him marksmanship for five days. There was only time to teach him eight marksmanship moves.Five days later, the shooter died, and the eight-stroke marksmanship saved Sikong Changfeng's life many times in the following days.It was only later that Sikong Changfeng found out that the gunman on the verge of death was Lin Jiu, a well-known expert in the Jianghu. That set of marksmanship was called the Ruins Gun, and this pure silver gun was called the Silver Moon Gun. on the table.For so many years, he kept firing the gun from one to eight, and then from eight to one, until he finally fired the ninth shot in Gandong City.

There were thirteen spears in total, and he wondered if one day he would be able to shoot all thirteen spears.

Xie Xuan put down the book and watched Sikong Changfeng shoot the gun with great interest. When Sikong Changfeng finished the set, he said quietly: "The first eight moves are very common, but the ninth shot has a bit of gun intent."

Sikong Changfeng turned his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's also said in this book."

"One skill is good, ten thousand skills are good." Xie Xuan walked to Sikong Changfeng's side, "Spearmanship, swordsmanship, and saber technique are nothing difficult, at least not as difficult as studying."

Sikong Changfeng smiled: "Okay, then what can you teach me? I don't have a master, I just practice on my own every day, and I can't always practice the way. When the guy in the house met me, he was still A son who doesn't know a little bit of martial arts, he is now above me."

Xie Xuan looked at Sikong Changfeng, slightly surprised: "You are very special. Do you trust me?" Xie Xuan met many people, and he respected him on the surface, but in his heart he was a little bit surprised by his "books can see everything in the world" "The statement scoffed.Especially those who practice martial arts, they naturally never care about the opinions of scholars who don't know any martial arts at all, and those who have a bad temper will even yell at them.Xie Xuan has long been used to this, but he will still say what he wants to say after seeing it. Others will listen to it if they want to, and it is his stupidity not to listen.But Sikong Changfeng was different, he not only listened carefully, but also accepted what he said with joy.

Sikong Changfeng beat the long stick to the ground: "Because you are right, others taught me the first eight spears, and I figured out the ninth spear. If others can see my spear, so can I." Feeling the intent of my spear, when I swung the first eight spears, I just repeated the tempering thousands of times, only when I used the ninth spear, I could feel the Silver Moon Spear in my hand, it came alive!"

"Okay. Since you are willing to listen to me, then I will tell you." Xie Xuan said that he put the book in his arms, "Your gun is very fierce, very powerful, and you win with one blow, but if you don't win with one blow , you have no life at all. Your marksmanship is not perfect, so I understand that you must strike first. But you still need a little defense."

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "I tried it. If I try to defend in marksmanship, then my marksmanship loses even the only slight advantage. When encountering a strong enemy, it's just that I lose a little later. But when encountering a desperate The opponent who can win can't win." He met the bartender of Diaolou Xiaozhu before, but he failed to make a strong attack, so he was directly snatched the spear from his hand.

"So at this time, if you still have a gun in your left hand, it's fine." Xie Xuan said, "This long gun is your back hand."

Sikong Changfeng was taken aback: "Double Spears?" He had heard of a kind of marksmanship that used two spears, but that kind of marksmanship was extremely difficult to practice, and it was also a marksmanship that focused on offense.

"Yes, but this gun of yours." Xie Xuan walked to the corner, picked up a long stick, and then slammed it on the ground, breaking the long stick in two. He picked up half and gestured After a moment, he nodded, "It should be this long."

"The long stick is the main attack, and the short stick is the main defense?" Sikong Changfeng suddenly realized.

"It's not wrong. I read it in a book, and someone has practiced it. This set of marksmanship is called offensive and defensive guns."

(End of this chapter)