Qingli took the silver gun in his hand, stroked it carefully, the silver gun is one zhang three long, weighs sixty-eight pounds, is made of stainless steel quenched silver, the head of the gun is slender like a reed leaf, the spear is sharp, it can break the armor, it will die if it is pointed, and it will die if it is swept away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This silver gun is good, the shortcomings are obvious, the head of the gun is somewhat insignificant, and it is damaged for some years.

Qingli tried to swing the silver spear a few times, but his shoulders were so heavy that he almost couldn't lift them.

Mo Mo watched blankly.

Seeing this, the old man touched his white beard and stood up with a smile, "Young man." Fancy this silver gun? ”

Qingli nodded, "It's heavy!" ”

The old man smiled, "It's not easy, this silver gun has been with me for at least 15 years, but no one has ever cared about it." But you can take a fancy to it, which means that your fate is not shallow. ”

Qingli smiled and touched the silver gun.

"Take it if you like. I've sent you. The old man said generously.

Qingli hesitated, "I haven't thought about it yet." ”

"Gold has a price, guns are priceless, just to give them to those who are destined. You're the first person to fall in love with it in 15 years. You are its destined person. ”

"It's just that you just like it but don't use it, and you can't use it to the fullest." Qingli looked at the silver spear path with a torch.

When the old man heard this, he smiled and took the silver gun, turned over suddenly, and came to the courtyard with the gun.

Mo Mo and Qingli were shocked by the old man's movements, and the two glanced at each other and followed into the courtyard.

The old man pursed his lips and smiled, "Young man, keep your eyes open and take a look!" After finishing speaking, the old man played with the silver spear, his movements were skillful and capable, vigorous and reasonable, and his marksmanship was unpredictable and infinitely deified.

Qingli was stunned by the old man's marksmanship. There is such outstanding marksmanship in the world......

Although the old man is old, he is as light as a feather in his hand when he plays a gun that is as heavy as iron, and the worn head of the gun is still extremely sharp, and the iron is like clay.

With a thud, the silver spear quickly plunged into the thick branches, and the branches trembled, and the snow on the branches fell like rain.

Qingli admired the old man's marksmanship so much that he threw himself to the ground. I was still hesitating to choose this silver gun just now, but when I saw that the old man was playing with a gun so coolly, I resolutely asked for this gun.

"Uncle, I want it!"

The old man smiled and nodded, pulled out the silver spear from the branch and walked to Qingli, "I sacrifice the Huns with my soul, and I will never regret the blood spattered on the battlefield." This gun is called the Soul Blood Gun! ”

What a bold name! What a clear heart!

Qingli knelt on the ground excitedly, "Uncle, please take me as an apprentice and teach me to play with guns." ”

The old man smiled and shook his head, "There is no free lunch in the world, and the soul blood gun has been given to you, how can there be any reason to teach you marksmanship?" ”

Qingli was a little frustrated, "Can't you just accept me as a disciple?" ”

The old man turned his back and waved his hand, "I don't accept apprentices!" Let's go. ”

"You old man is too funny." Qingli is good at using swords, and he can't play with guns at all, but you give him a silver gun, why bother? ”

The old man thought about it, "That's it, I'll play it again, and you remember it yourself." ”

The old man's marksmanship was exquisite and cool, and Qingli nodded with joy.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Momo was busy stopping it.

The old man and Qingli looked at the foam, and the foam turned his round eyes and thought in thought.

"What's wrong?" Qingli was surprised.

Momo cleared her throat, "That...... I think the old man is getting older, and letting him play with the gun again will easily hurt his old waist. Is it okay to change the day? ”

The old man said unhappily, "Little girl, do you look down on my physical strength? ”

"No...... I was just...... It's just ......" Mo Mo desperately made excuses, "Qingli used his brain too much today, even if you play it again, Qingli can't remember it, it's better to play it another day." ”

Qingli was a little reluctant, he wanted to learn so much, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Seeing Qingli's reluctant appearance, she whispered in Qingli's ear, and Qingli nodded happily when she heard this.

The old man squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the two of them, what kind of crooked idea they wanted to fight.

"Uncle, Qingli will come to visit tomorrow. I'll get this soul blood gun tomorrow. After finishing speaking, he bowed to the old man three times, and turned around and left.

The old man squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Qingli's back, revealing a mysterious smile.

*****

The next day, Qingli, Wet, Innis, and Houde came to the Armory Hall.

The old man sat on a rocking chair in the courtyard, holding a red cloth in his hand and constantly wiping the soul blood gun, this battle-hardened silver spear had contributed half his life to the battlefield like him.

He had never married a wife in his life, and he had not been taught the Soul Blood Gun and marksmanship to anyone. Now that he is an old bone, he may not know when he will drive the crane west, he has only one wish before his death: to pass on the soul blood gun and Li's marksmanship.

But he is a bit stubborn, and he has to find someone who is related to the soul blood gun to teach him the Li family's marksmanship, otherwise he can only sleep underground with the soul blood gun and the Li family's marksmanship.

Now, he seems to have found this destined person. He may not be wise, but he is a worthy Lord.

The soul blood gun has a new owner, and Li's marksmanship is expected to be passed down to the world.

The old man wiped it carefully, ignoring the four people standing at the door.

Qingli stepped forward and said, "Uncle, I'm here." ”

Only then did the old man raise his eyes to look at the visitor, the movement of wiping his hands did not stop, and he looked at everyone with a mocking look, "What?" Afraid that you won't remember to call a helper? ”

"Could it be that you are narrow-minded, uncle, and you are afraid that others will know your marksmanship?" Wet foam has no good airway.

The old man laughed twice, "Joke! I've lived most of my life, and there's nothing I can't see. I'm an old bone, I don't even look at the official and the lord, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to learn the marksmanship? ”

After speaking, the old man stood up, put the red cloth on the rocking chair, held a gun in his hand, and looked at Qingli with a tall, majestic, and righteous posture, with a solemn look on his face.

Qingli can feel the majestic momentum from the old man, like a green mountain, like a military general......

Qingli was suddenly a little solemn about it.

"Look!" As he spoke, the old man brandished his gun.

The cold stars are dotted, the silver light is shining, as fast as the wind, the silver spear draws a sword qi in mid-air, magnificent, thick and oppressive, splashing water inaccessible; It is used to face the enemy, and the arrow is indestructible.

"Lee's marksmanship is mainly based on blocking and piercing, and the gun is as agile as a leopard, the speed of blocking the gun is like a swift wind, and the response must be sensitive; The gun should be stable and powerful, drive straight in, reach the tip of the gun, and make the gun pierce the line; The gun is like a hidden dragon out of the water, entering the gun, shrinking the gun, and collecting the gun like a tiger entering a hole, Lee's marksmanship is characterized by softness but not fast and ruthless. Urging the rigid into soft, the fast-forming phantom, hating like a tiger, can be soft and rigid, with the soft to control the rigid, with the rigidity of the soft, the rigidity and the soft, the combination of rigidity and softness......"

The old man analyzed while playing with the gun.

Qingli listened carefully to the old man's words, frowning and watching the movements of the old man's hands in one go.

Houde's eyes, brain, and fingers are used together, and his eyes are constantly chasing the movements of the old man's hands, and the brain is constantly reflecting the movements of his hands in one go, and his fingers are constantly dancing with the old man. He is not a martial arts practitioner and does not know swordsmanship and marksmanship, but he now wants to help Qingli memorize this set of Li's marksmanship and never forget it.