Doomsday Sanctuary

However, Di Ping was a little disappointed that although Cao Ruida's marksmanship were vigorous and domineering, he lacked some strength. He only used force instead of hard work. It relied on his brute force. It seems that he had not learned this marksmanship. The real core stuff.

But then Di Ping was relieved that a lot of real things that Guwu had fallen before the end of the world have been destroyed in the tide of history.

Ten minutes later, Cao Ruida finished with a carbine and stood up. His whole body was sweaty, his chest was violently ups and downs, his mouth and nose exhaled like cows, slowly gathering into a thick white air.

"Cool!"

With a smile on his face, Cao Ruida suddenly spit out, and a white gas shot a foot away before dissipating.

"Brother Cao is really good marksmanship! I think this is a bit like a Yuejia gun!"

Di Ping clapped his hands and greeted him with a laugh.

Cao Ruida's eyes lit up, and he said with joy, "Oh! So old brother Di still knows how to shoot?"

"What marksmanship do I know? I just saw it on TV before. It seems like this is the way to watch Yuejia guns!"

Di Ping smiled and shook his head.

"Yes, this is the Yuejia spear, the marksmanship passed down from my ancestors!"

Cao Ruida nodded respectfully, and then stroked the steel gun in his hand with some emotion: "This is the practice gun uploaded by my ancestors. I didn't expect that I would fight with him in the rest of my life!"

Di Ping nodded secretly. No wonder he saw that this gun was clearly crafted, not like a modern craft product. It turned out to be a training gun made before, and who could use it for combat with such a heavy weight. He knew that this gun was specially designed for use. To hone the strength.

Cao Ruida suddenly shook his head, became hearty again, and looked at Di Ping with a smile: "Don't mention this! If you want to learn from Di, I can teach you!"

Di Ping was taken aback. He didn't expect Cao Ruida to pass his Yuejia gun. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this Yuejia gun was different from what was practiced on the market. It was a real combat shooting technique. Homicide marksmanship.

Generally, martial artists like martial arts are not easy to pass on this kind of true martial arts, but Cao Ruida can easily pass it on to himself, which makes him a little touched.

"Thank you Brother Cao, I like to use a knife, this thing is too long, I can't play it!"

But after thinking about it, Di Ping still refused. He felt that it was not justified to learn other people's martial arts.

Cao Ruida saw that Di Ping didn't agree with him, so he didn't say anything. He just felt that Di Ping was more congenial, so he was willing to pass on his marksmanship. If ordinary people beg him, he would not pass it on. This is a family pass.

"Brother Cao, how do I feel that there is something missing in your marksmanship? What is going on?"

After a moment of silence, Di Ping still asked.

When Cao Ruida heard the words, he looked at Di Ping blankly for a moment. Then he stretched out his thumb with admiration and said: "I didn't expect Brother Di to see the flaws in my marksmanship at a glance. It's really good eyesight!"

Speaking of this, he looked a little dim, put down his hand feebly, and there was a trace of loss in his voice, saying: "Back then, my grandfather used to play darts. I was tortured to death. Since then, my family's marksmanship has been cut off. The current marksmanship is still sorted out by my father himself. His old man said that he lost his strength, but he didn't get it out until he died!"

"Oh!"

Di Ping nodded. It seemed that he had guessed right. His marksmanship lacked a rightful use.

If you don't learn Bengquan, Di Ping still doesn't understand what Jin is!

Strength is only discussed in terms of magnitude and slowness. Jin has the attributes of rigidity and softness, as well as straightness and variation. Therefore, it is said that strength is the way to bend and strength is the door to straightness.

Simply explain it and you will understand that two people, a martial artist, and an ordinary person, can lift a hundred catties of heavy objects with the same strength, but the destructive power generated by the same blow with the same head is absolutely different. This is strength. The method of use has risen to the level of strength.

However, Cao Ruida lacks the use of Jin. Jin is not clear and the Tao is unknown. It is taught by the master in all schools, and the master must feed it out one by one before he slowly touches the threshold. It's so secret that outsiders can't touch the doorway just by listening to light and seeing.

I was fortunate enough to meet a real kung fu man with five elements through back fist. He was fifty years old, but his fingers were as long as jade. Stagnant, suffocated, and almost suffocated. Only then did I know that there are really powerful masters in the world. Many humanistic hearsays say that they have not heard of them. They deny the absence of ancient martial arts.

The above is a digression, and the following is the main topic!

Suddenly Di Ping smiled slightly at Cao Ruida and said, "My collapsed boxing is always not round in some places. Brother Cao can help me with guidance!"