"Aren't you practicing boxing today?"

An Bochen doubted.

"What's the point of practicing boxing? If you go to the battlefield in the future, you will be more reliable than a seven-foot-long sword in your hand."

Huo Chuanyun looked around and saw that there was no one, so he pulled An Bochen up and walked towards the Bingzha.

"I learned the long sword, the sword master, the commander of all soldiers. Yun'er wanted to be the Grand Marshal who fought on the battlefield like his grandfather since he was a child."

He pulled up a long sword with his hands and whispered Huo Chuanyun, under the moonlight, the boy pursed his lips, and a faint loneliness floated through his bronze eyes.

An Bochen saw it clearly and sighed in his heart.

Although Yun'er rarely gets along with others, he was born in the Duke's Mansion and was well-educated. He must have known that he could not move around freely like a normal person, let alone follow Duke Huo to lead troops to fight. Even so, he still retains the front line of hope and obsession.

"Amberchen, can you accompany me to practice Taoism skills?"

The voice of the boy came from his ears. An Bochen looked up and saw that under the moonlight, Huo Chuanyun lifted the long sword. The sword was much taller than him, but he stood steadily, even straighter than the sword. His temperament changed quietly, with a solemn expression and majestic temperament.

"good."

After a moment of hesitation, An Bochen nodded in agreement.

Perhaps it was because he had some sympathy for the young master of the Huo family who didn't need his sympathy, or perhaps because he had watched too many swords and swords on the stage. Tonight, when he saw a row of weapons placed in front of him, An Bochen was fascinated.

“There are countless types of weapons in the world, about four or five hundred.”

Seeing that An Bochen was looking at a row of weapons and wondering which one to choose, Huo Chuanyun grinned and explained to him.

"However, the most practical things used on the horse-back battlefield are the eighteen types, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, grabs, thrusts, sticks, spears, sticks, sticks, sticks, crutches, and meteor hammers. These eighteen types of weapons are just collectively called, and there are many other names under them, such as long swords, short swords, and simple swords, cutting horse sabers, etc."

When talking about weapons, Huo Chuanyun spoke more and more smoothly, and his bronze eyes shone, reflecting his young man's face a little clumsy.

"Amberchen, which one do you like?"

His eyes were patrolling the weapons, and An Bochen felt dizzy and subconsciously supported the spear beside him.

"So you like to use guns! Well, guns are the king of hundreds of soldiers, but guns are not easy to master."

Seeing that An Bochen had "selected" the weapon, Huo Chuanyun showed joy on his face. He ignored An Bochen, who was stunned, slapped the soldiers with his right hand, and the silver spear flew out and penetrated into the mud.

"Among the eighteen weapons, guns are difficult to learn and difficult to master. As the saying goes, this is the truth of the year fist, moon stick, and long-term practice of guns. However, there are many ways of gun skills. If you can learn well, a silver spear can be enough to defeat thousands of troops, so you have the title of King of Hundred Soldiers."

Listening to Huo Chuanyun's troublesome explanation to himself, An Bochen felt warm, looked at the spear inserted at his feet, hesitated for a moment, and pulled it out.

The gun was half a body taller than him, but unlike what I imagined, Amberchen didn't feel that it was too heavy in his hand.

"Amberchen, you are very strong, too."

Looking at An Bochen who was learning to lift his spear backwards and standing firmly with his face tightened, Huo Chuanyun said happily, but then frowned.

He is a long sword and can use other weapons, but the gun requires hard practice year after year. He only knows a rough idea of ​​guns and is not proficient. And An Bochen obviously does not know how to use guns and looks pretty, but even the method of holding guns is wrong. How can he practice with himself?

"Put the gun with four fingers and support it with index finger."

A heavy voice came from behind, An Bochen's heart thumped, and he turned around and saw who was not Duke Huo.

The old man in armor turned out from behind the tree, and a man in his thirties followed him. It was the general who led a cavalry to attack An Bochen on the side of Wangjun Lake that day. Seeing this, An Bochen felt at the heart. Just as he was about to salute, he felt a spear in his hand trembled suddenly and fell into Duke Huo's hands the next moment.

"The gun technique is mainly about stopping, holding and stabbing. Although it is the most basic technique, it will not take several years to understand the key points. For example, stabbing a gun, straight and quickly, straight out, reach the tip of the gun, and stab a line of the gun, and shoot out the gun like a hidden dragon coming out of the water, and shrinking the gun like a tiger entering the hole."

As he said that, Duke Huo took the silver spear lightly, swung his footsteps away, his eyes drooped, but a trace of light flashed.

Although he didn't know why Duke Huo made some comments, An Bochen also wanted to learn how to shoot his marksmanship at this time, so he focused on Duke Huo.

The vigorous five fingers suddenly clenched tightly. Duke Huo suddenly raised his head, turned his right hand lightly, and shouted softly. The sound was like a thunderstorm. Before An Bochen could recover, the shot had already stabbed straight out. It was really like a hidden dragon coming out of the water. A tiger entered the cave. It was about ten feet away. An Bochen still felt the cold wind blowing his face, and his pores all over his body shrank, and his heartbeat accelerated.

Duke Huo's shot was completely different from what was described in the play. There was no tsunami or tsunami, or the earth collapsed. But An Bochen saw it clearly. At the moment of the gun, the air from all directions seemed to tremble slightly. The tranquility and peace in the courtyard were shattered by his straight shot. He was determined to move forward.

Amber Chen seemed to have some understanding, but he was still confused.

"Okay, let's try it. There are also upper level, middle level, and lower level. It is specialized to stab the enemy's three dantians, middle level, and lower level. It is mainly used to stab the enemy's three dantians, and the middle level is the key method. Therefore, there is a lantern gun, and the king of the gun is the most difficult to resist."

As he said that, Duke Huo threw his spear back to An Bochen, stood with his hands behind his back, and said no more.

After picking up the spear, Duke Huo and the officer Jiang Zuo's eyes were as bright as a back, making An Bochen feel very uncomfortable.

"Amberchen, this is the first foreign human skills, please try it."

The boy's happy voice came, and An Bochen smiled, but he thought about it in his heart. Duke Huo regarded him as an enemy last night, and only wanted to kill him quickly. But now he seemed to have changed his personal information and actually mentioned his own marksmanship. Why is this?

...Maybe it is to make my grandson happy.

No longer thinking about it, An Bochen raised his spear, wrapped his four fingers together, and gently supported his index finger. He recalled the shot that Duke Huo had just shot, then took a deep breath and stabbed it out suddenly.

As soon as his arm was stretched out, he lacked energy. The gun was so sharp that it fell, 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 steps should be fast and steady, with the arms flat, and the strength should be gathered in a line."

Huo Chuanyun did not laugh, and looked at his grandfather nervously, recalling the key points of shooting, and comforting him.

An Bochen nodded, and the shot from Duke Huo just appeared in his mind. Then he stepped open, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated. After a while, a trace of bitterness rose from his mouth. As expected, the fetal breathing state was no longer as easy as before.

When his heart moved, An Bochen remembered what the Water God said to her when he was leaving--we had to call them often on weekdays.

The so-called command is probably to operate the innate fire and invisible water, An Bochen said in his heart.

When the mind moves, it hides in Shenque. The two symbols of water and fire at the two acupoints of Mingmen flow out slowly, swim through the lower dantian, flow upward along the eight extraordinary meridians, cross the upper dantian, and flow into Anbochen's arms.

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

Although this shot was much more stable than before, it could not stop falling down halfway through, but it still failed. The tiger-toothed boy opposite felt a little regretful, but when the shot was stabbed, An Bochen had a clear understanding of the water and fire, and the momentum flowed between his arms and had not dissipated for a long time.

Close your eyes again, An Bochen calmed down. Although he could not enter the Immortal Palace, he was practicing Duke Huo's shot repeatedly in his mind.

After looking at An Bochen who closed his eyes and pondered, Duke Huo didn't say much. After a long time, he turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, the pair of eyebrows, which were like a knife, suddenly jumped, turned around, and Duke Huo looked around.

Under the moonlight, the young man in green slowly opened his eyes, and the fire flashed in his eyes, but he also showed unswerving determination.

He took a step, lifted his gun, pulled back, exerted force with both knees, clasped his five fingers, took a deep breath, and then stabbed forward suddenly.

When the shot was stabbed, Huo Guogong's pupils suddenly shrank, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The gun body seemed to be connected with Amberchen's arm. The gun was straight and straight, and the tip of the gun was still fast, like a python that was coming out of the hole, jumping out "swoosh".

The tranquility and peace in the backyard were broken again, but this time it was written by An Bochen.

Looking at Huo Chuanyun with a happy face on the opposite side, Amberchen's cheeks were slightly red, he lowered his gun and smiled shyly.

"This shot is pretty sloppy, and stabbing a gun is the basics of guns. In addition, there are also collapses, points, piercing, chopping, circles, picking, and plucking. There is a book called "Talking about Guns" in my study, and people will be sent to Moyun Tower tomorrow."

Duke Huo could not hear any emotion in his ears. An Bochen turned around and saw only the two of them leaving behind.

"This guy can master the key points with just three shots, and he is very talented in guns. Does the prince want to choose a deputy general for Young Master Yun in the future?"

After walking far away, Huo Xiaosan asked.

Duke Huo did not answer. He looked up at Yeqiong and said for a while.

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

Upon hearing this, Huo Xiaosan's face changed drastically. He looked at the old man who had not suffered a defeat in the court or the battlefield for more than 20 years. After a long time, his eyes were slightly dimmed, he knelt on one knee and clasped his fists.

"The mistress is grateful to her father for her great kindness in this life, and it is difficult for her to repay her to be a horse."

Looking deeply at the family general who was blushing and complicated in expression, Duke Huo pondered, reached out to help him up, and spoke.

"If one day I am not here, you need to do your best to protect the young master. As for that Amber Chen..."

The cold moonlight shone on the old man's tangled eyebrows. After a long time, he said word by word.

"When Yun'er comes out of the city safely, he will be killed immediately."

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The autumn night in Liujing has always been quiet, but this year's autumn is different from the past. There are not many people who can fall asleep peacefully with a group of Dukes, Marquis, Generals and Prime Ministers of Liujing in seventy miles...

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