Living high in the temple, and then worrying about the world first, is the pursuit of life.
Traveling in the world, wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword, acting chivalrously and righteously, is another young man's dream.
Which young man has never dreamed of traveling across the world with a sword?
A few years ago, he met a man from out of town smelling of alcohol in the corner of the village, and he immediately saw the spear on the man's back.
The sloppy-looking man with a stubble on his face later settled in the village. He only had two hobbies on weekdays, one was drinking and the other was gambling. Fortunately, he had no other bad habits. The villagers were simple, so they gradually recognized him.
This foreign man.
After Qingshan got acquainted with Hanzi and was encouraged by the latter, he stole several cans of rice wine and two sticks of bacon from the house, and then exchanged them for the spears on the other's backs. Then, when he returned home, he was beaten half to death by his own parents.
But when he was being beaten, the boy still held the spear tightly and felt happy in his heart.
"My family thinks I'm an eyesore at home. God, can I practice shooting here?"
Qingshan asked cautiously.
Shen Yu opened his eyes and looked at the spear in the opponent's hand for a long time, then closed his eyes again and sighed softly.
After getting the answer, Qingshan picked up the spear and walked to the open space next to him.
After a while, a whistling sound came from the open space.
Shen Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and silently opened his eyes again at some point.
Qingshan has not received any special instruction or training, but his marksmanship at the moment is extremely ethereal and unparalleled. It cannot be said to be superb, but it is much better than ordinary villagers and even famous martial arts masters.
Qingshan held the gun in his right hand and waved it constantly, matching the steps of his feet, like a powerful swimming dragon.
People in the village don't have a reputation, they just think the little guy's spear is pleasing to the eye, but if the immortal sect outside sees it, they will definitely treat it as a genius and train it carefully.
A tit flew over the eaves in the distance, flapping its wings and chirping.
With a thought in his mind, the young man suddenly slapped the tail of the gun with his left hand, and shouted like a ghost: "Go."
The spear formed a straight line in mid-air, and the tip of the spear cut a tit that was half the size of a fist into two halves, and then nailed it to the wall.
Qingshan trotted over and took back the spear, with unconcealable joy on his face.
"Who taught you marksmanship?"
Shen Yu suddenly asked.
Qingshan scratched his head shyly and said: "The uncle from the wine shop at the entrance of the village."
Shen Yu said: "What is it called?"
Qingshan was a little embarrassed and said: "I don't know either. The uncle is not from the village and has never mentioned his name."
Shen Yu hummed softly.
Qingshan stretched his neck and asked cautiously: "God, what do you think of my spear training? Do you have any talent?"
Shen Yu said lightly: "It's too fancy and fancy."
Qingshan was a little disappointed and let out a soft voice.
Shen Yu looked at the horizon, was silent for a while, and said, "I'll teach you a few moves."
"But there are conditions."
"ah?"
"Study seriously."
"good!"
The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Time passes.
The sun completely set in the west, and the mountains and forests suddenly became dark.
Until late at night, Qingshan finally left the house with a spear on his back. He looked tired but his eyes were particularly excited.
Shen Yu quietly looked at the other person's retreating back.
He didn't look at the boy, but at the spear on the boy's back.
There is a gun spirit in the gun, and it is unparalleled in domineering power.
But more importantly, the gun intent attached to the gun made Shen Yu feel a little uncomfortable.
He has the might of a spear that is proud of the world, but it carries the cold aura of ghostly aura.
...
There was a tavern on the east side of the village, and inside lay a sloppy man with a bored look on his face.
The business here has always been deserted because the wine here is too rough and there are few people drinking. The most important thing is that men never care about the business of the wine shop. They usually drink enough. If there is anything left, they sell it.
He went to a town dozens of miles away from the village to gamble, lost everything, and then came back.
Therefore, all the tourists and merchants who came and went left in a hurry. For a long time, there were only a few kind-hearted neighbors who would buy some wine and take care of the business.
No one knows where this man who is waiting to die comes from or what his name is.
In the whole village, perhaps only Qingshan, who was jogging to the wine shop at this moment, knew something.
For a long time, Qingshan thought that this middle-aged man might also be an immortal.
Because ten years ago, the middle-aged uncle, like the god who came a few days ago, fell from the sky and smashed the entire mountain, but he is still alive and kicking now.
"See what I do?"
The sloppy man who was half sitting on the chair looked at the kid in front of him and asked impatiently.
Qingshan chuckled, "Uncle, a god came to the village a few days ago and taught me some marksmanship yesterday."
The man was not interested at all and yawned to himself.
Qingshan hesitated for a moment and said, "I accidentally revealed that it was you who taught me how to shoot."
The man didn't even raise his head and said calmly: "Go and clean up the house."
Qingshan chuckled, nodded, and then skillfully picked up the broom and started cleaning the wine shop.
Anyway, in these years, he has basically done all these little things.
The middle-aged man lost his sleep, sat up and was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Why does he want you to practice shooting with him?"
Qingshan shook his head and said: "I don't know, but he said..."
The man said impatiently: "I'm hemming and hawing like a girl. If you fart, hurry up."
Qingshan frowned and said: "I don't know why, but he finally said to me that there are thousands of changes in spear skills, but they are just one move."
The young man then scratched his head and sighed: "But I don't understand."
"This sentence is for me."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "Oh, that's quite a big tone."
Qingshan's eyes widened and he asked puzzledly: "Why? He doesn't know you."
"Stop talking nonsense and show me the marksmanship he taught you."
...
"Playing the piano randomly, this kind of marksmanship looks very impressive, but the strength is weak and like a girl, how can it be achieved?"
"Ouch, this move is a bit interesting, but it can barely be used."
"Hey, tsk tsk, there really is a big shot here."
The middle-aged man changed his usual taciturn temperament and began to chatter.
The marksmanship drill is over.
The middle-aged man remained silent, and finally curled his lips and said disdainfully: "It's the same as those stinky Taoist priests who only talk about Taoism, but the true meaning of Taoism is to understand Taoism, the world's great road, there is no difference between strong and weak, I'm
The Tao is no worse than them."
Although Qingshan was a little confused, he was not too surprised. Talking about gun skills always aroused a lot of interest in the other party.
The middle-aged man suddenly slammed the table and shouted: "Qingshan."
The boy was frightened all over and said, "Yes."
"Look at how cowardly you are."
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'll teach you a few tricks, and then you can play in front of him."
Qingshan said confusedly: "Why?"
The man glared and said domineeringly: "You can't show off!" This chapter has been completed!