Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

"Isn't this boxing practice?"

Amber Chen doubted.

"What's so good about boxing? When you go to the battlefield in the future, you will rely on the seven-foot long knife in your hand."

Huo Chuanyun looked around and saw no one, he pulled An Bochen and walked towards the barracks.

"I learned long swords, swordsmen, and the commander of a hundred soldiers. Yun'er wanted to be like his grandfather since he was a child, to be the general who fought on the battlefield."

Pulling out a long knife, Huo Chuanyun said in a low voice, under the moonlight, the young man pursed his lips, and a touch of loneliness floated in his bronze eyes.

An Bochen saw it clearly and sighed inwardly.

Although Yun'er seldom gets along with other people, but he was born in the Duke's mansion after all, he is educated and reasonable, and he must also know that he cannot move around freely like a normal person, let alone lead the army to fight with Duke Huo.Even so, he still retains a glimmer of hope and obsession.

"Amber Chen, accompany me to practice Dao skills, okay?"

A boy's voice came from next to his ear, An Bochen looked up, under the moonlight, Huo Chuanyun held up the long knife upside down, the knife was much taller than him, but he stood firmly, taller than the knife. Straight, the temperament of the whole body also changed quietly, with a solemn look and a majestic demeanor.

"it is good."

After a little hesitation, An Bochen nodded in agreement.

Maybe it was some sympathy for the young master of the Huo family who didn't need his sympathy, or maybe it was because he had seen too much gold and iron horses on the stage, swords and swords. Seeing the row of weapons in front of him tonight, Amber Chen was fascinated.

"There are countless types of weapons in the world, about four to five hundred."

Seeing An Bochen looking at a row of weapons and not knowing which one to choose, Huo Chuanyun grinned and explained to him.

"However, on the horseback battlefield, the most practical ones are no more than eighteen kinds, such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, claws, sticks, lances, sticks, The abduct and the meteor hammer. These [-] kinds of weapons are just a collective name, and there are many other tricks under them, such as the long sword, the short sword, the simple sword, the horse sword, etc. "

When it came to weapons, Huo Chuanyun spoke more and more fluently, his bronze-colored eyes shone brightly, reflecting his youthful face a little awkwardly.

"Amber Chen, which one do you like?"

Looking at all kinds of weapons, An Bochen felt dizzy and subconsciously supported the spear beside him.

"So you like to use guns! Well, the gun is the king of all soldiers, but it's not easy to master the gun."

Seeing that An Bochen had "chosen" the weapon, Huo Chuanyun showed joy, and regardless of An Bochen who was in a daze, he slapped the fence with his right hand, and the silver spear flew upside down into the mud.

"Among the [-] kinds of weapons, gun skills are more difficult to learn and master. As the saying goes, yearly boxing, moon sticks, and long-term practice of guns are exactly the truth. However, there are many ways to learn gun skills. If you can learn them well, a silver gun Enough to defeat thousands of troops and horses, that's why he has the title of King of Hundred Soldiers."

Hearing Huo Chuanyun's tireless explanation to himself, An Bochen felt warm in his heart. He glanced at the spear stuck upside down by his feet, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to pull it out.

The gun was half a body taller than him, but unlike what he had imagined, Amber Chenti didn't think it was heavy in his hand.

"Amber Chen, you are quite strong."

Looking at An Bochen, who was imitating himself to hold the spear upside down, and stood firmly with a tense face, Huo Chuanyun said happily, but then frowned.

He majored in long knives, and was able to use two hands with other weapons, but gun skills required year after year of hard practice. He only knew the outline of gun skills, not proficient in them.And An Bochen obviously doesn't know how to use a gun. He looks good, but he doesn't even hold the gun correctly, so how can he practice with himself?

"Four fingers wrap the gun, and the index finger supports it."

A deep voice came from the side and rear, An Bochen's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to see if it was Huo Guogong or who it was.

The old man in armor turned out from behind the tree, followed by a man in his thirties, who was the general who led the cavalry to attack An Bochen by the Wangjun Lake that day.Seeing this, An Bochen felt stunned, and was about to salute, when he felt the spear in his hand tremble suddenly, and fell into Huo Guogong's hands the next moment.

"The marksmanship is mainly based on blocking, holding, and piercing. Although it is the most basic skill, it does not take a few years to master the essentials. It is like piercing a spear. It is straight and fast, straight out and straight in, the force reaches the point of the spear, and the spear pierces the line. Shooting out the gun is like a dragon diving out of water, shrinking the gun like a tiger entering a hole."

As he said, Huo Guogong lightly lifted the silver spear, his footwork was opened, his eyes were lowered, but there was a flash of light.

Although he didn't know why Huo Guogong made a point, An Bochen also wanted to learn how to shoot well at this time, so he focused on Huo Guogong with all his attention.

The vigorous five fingers clenched tightly, Huo Guogong raised his head suddenly, turned his right hand lightly, and let out a low chirp, the sound was like a thunderstorm, before An Bochen recovered his senses, the spear shot straight out, really like a dragon coming out of water, When the tiger entered the cave, there were still ten feet away, but An Bochen still felt the cold wind blowing against his face, the pores on his body shrank, and his heart beat faster.

Huo Guogong's shot was completely different from what was described in the play. There was no such thing as mountains roaring, tsunami, and earth collapsing, but An Bochen could see it clearly. At the moment when the shot was fired, the air in all directions seemed to tremble slightly. , the tranquility and serenity in the courtyard were shattered by his straight gun, and he was determined to win.

Vaguely, An Bochen seemed to have some comprehension, but he was still ignorant.

"Okay, let's give it a try. There are two types of piercing spears: upper level, middle level, and lower level. They specialize in piercing the enemy's upper, middle, and lower dantians. The key method is neutrality. Therefore, there is a middle level gun. , but the Zhongdantian is the hardest to resist."

With that said, Huo Guogong threw the spear back to An Bochen, stood with his hands behind his back, and said no more.

Picking up the spear, Huo Guogong and the general Zuo stared at his back, making An Bochen very uncomfortable.

"An Bochen, this is the first time Grandpa has taught Dao skills to outsiders, you should give it a try."

The boy's joyful voice came, and An Bochen smiled, but he thought about it in his heart. Last night, Huo Guogong regarded himself as an enemy, and he only wanted to kill him quickly, but now he seemed to be a different person, and he actually mentioned his marksmanship Essentials, why is this?

...perhaps to cheer up his own grandson.

No longer thinking about it, An Bochen raised the spear, clasped his four fingers together, and lightly supported his index finger, recalling Huo Guogong's shot just now, then took a deep breath, and stabbed out suddenly.

The arm had just been stretched out, but it lacked stamina. The spear stabbed crookedly, and even An Bochen staggered forward.

After finally stopping the gun, An Bochen blushed and smiled awkwardly at Huo Chuanyun.

"Bo Chen, don't panic, try again. The footwork should be fast and steady, the arms should be flat, and the strength must be gathered together."

Huo Chuanyun didn't laugh, he looked at his grandfather nervously, recalled the essentials of marksmanship, and said comfortingly.

An Bochen nodded, and the shot that Huo Guogong shot just now appeared in his mind, then he stepped away, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated, opened his eyes for a long time, but there was a trace of bitterness on his mouth, sure enough, the state of fetal breathing is no longer Access is as easy as before.

His heart skipped a beat, but it was An Bochen who remembered what the Lord of Water said to her when he was parting.

The so-called summoning is probably the operation of innate fire and invisible water, An Bochen thought to himself.

With a move of the mind, the two images of water and fire hidden in the two acupoints of Shenque and Mingmen slowly flowed out, swam around the lower dantian, flowed upward along the eight extraordinary meridians, crossed the upper dantian, and flowed into An Bochen's arm.

A flash of fire flashed in his eyes, An Bochen clenched his right hand, stepped forward, and stabbed out suddenly.

Although the gun was much more stable than before, it couldn't stop falling halfway, and it still failed.The tiger-toothed boy on the opposite side felt slightly regretful, but when the spear was thrust out, An Bochen had a clear understanding, and the momentum of water and fire flowed in his arms, and it lasted for a long time.

Closing his eyes again, An Bochen calmed down. Although he couldn't enter the Immortal Mansion, he was rehearsing Huo Guogong's shot repeatedly in his mind.

Looking at An Bochen, who was closed and meditating, Huo Guogong didn't say much. After a long time, he turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, the pair of knives-like eyebrows jumped suddenly, turned around, and Huo Guogong looked around.

Under the moonlight, the young man in green shirt slowly opened his eyes, the fire flashed in his eyes, but there was determination without hesitation.

He stepped forward, raised the gun, pulled back, exerted strength on his knees, clenched his five fingers, took a deep breath, and then thrust forward violently.

With this spear pierced, Huo Guogong's pupils shrank sharply, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The body of the gun seemed to be integrated with An Bochen's arm. The gun was flat and straight, and when he stepped forward, the tip of the gun was even faster than a line, like a boa constrictor coming out of a hole, and "swished" out.

The tranquility and peace in the backyard was broken again, this time, it was by An Bochen's hands.

Looking at Huo Chuanyun who was full of joy on the opposite side, An Bochen's cheeks were slightly red, he put down his gun, and smiled shyly.

"This gun is still so-so. Pricking a gun is the basic of gun skills. Besides that, there are also things like collapsing, pointing, piercing, splitting, circle, picking, pulling, etc. There is a copy of "Speaking Guns" in my study room, and I will distribute it tomorrow. sent to Moyun Tower."

Huo Guogong's voice that could not hear the slightest emotion came from his ear, and An Bochen turned around to look, but only saw the backs of the two going away.

"This son can master the essentials with only three shots, and he is extremely talented in the art of guns. Does the Lord want to choose a lieutenant general for Young Master Yun in the future?"

After walking far away, Huo Xiaosan asked.

Huo Guogong didn't answer, he looked up at Ye Qiong, and said for a long time.

"If I go, are you willing to assist Yun'er?"

Hearing this, Huo Xiaosan's expression changed drastically, and he looked in surprise at the old man who had never been defeated in court or on the battlefield for more than 20 years.

"Little San has received the great kindness of the father-in-law in this life, and it is difficult for a cow or a horse to repay it."

Looking deeply at the blushing general with complicated expressions, Huo Guogong pondered, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said.

"If one day I'm not around, you have to do your best to protect the young master. As for that An Bochen..."

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