In the dead of night, the moonlight is like water, and the stars and clouds in the sky are like an ink painting, spread out in the night sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The miscellaneous servants and servants in Luo's mansion all fell asleep one after another, after all, candles and oil lamps were consumed to sleep at night, so the lights in the house were turned off very early, and there was silence, and there were only lanterns hanging at the turning points of some corridors in various places in the house, and the lanterns shook gently in the night wind, emitting a dim dim light.

Luo Yi's study is in the courtyard of the East Wing of the Fifth Entrance, and he usually looks through the art of war at home, reads ancient books, reads the chapters and texts of the army, etc., or communicates privately with some strategists such as Changshi and joining the army, all in that quiet study.

Outside the study is a spacious courtyard, neatly placed a row of weapon racks, spears, iron guns, horse lances, broadswords and other eighteen kinds of weapons, when reading books and panicking, will play with guns and sticks in the courtyard, practice martial arts, and keep martial arts skills from declining.

Practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, once it is deserted, you are unfamiliar with it, and you may die on the battlefield.

Luo Yi was just forty years old, and his physical strength was starting to decline from a high point, so he paid attention to the time he spent practicing martial arts every day, with diet, work and rest, etc., to regulate his body and delay the exhaustion of his physical strength.

The fist is afraid of being less strong, the hero is not allowed to see the white head, many generals die on the battlefield, the famous generals shed blood, often after the physical exhaustion, the energy is gone, the physical strength is not exhausted, and the battlefield is on the field, it is inevitable that they will not die in battle.

Tonight, Luo Yi wants to say that the eldest daughter Luo Zhiwei has the Five Tigers Soul Breaking Gun Skill, which is when Luo Yi was a teenager, he visited a famous mountain, learned from a teacher, and learned from a hidden master.

The marksmanship is self-contained, exquisite, Luo Yi gradually simplifying, combined with the pursuit of simple and effective lethality on the battlefield, so slightly changed, fighting on horseback, the tricks have become simpler from complex, but the power is stronger, the Luo family gun can be described as a stunt among the great Sui generals.

In the courtyard, an old man and a young man standing, Luo Yi is wearing a round-necked samurai suit, with cowhide bracers around his wrists, and a bright silver spear eight feet long in his hand.

"Wei'er, you have learned some kung fu since you were a child, but you are not in the stream, originally my father wanted you to be more exposed to poetry and songs, female red embroidery and weaving, but now the descendants of the Luo family are thin, and the people are not prosperous, in order not to let this set of marksmanship be lost, I will temporarily teach you a part of it, only gun moves, and do not teach the method of luck for the time being, the actual combat will be weakened, and you don't need to gallop the field, just remember the routine, and pass it on to the descendants of the Luo family in the future."

Luo Zhiwei listened carefully to her father's explanation, she knew very well that her mother Meng also cared very much about this set of spear martial arts, this kind of killing skills, has always been passed on to men but not to women, and not to pass on to descendants, she can learn today, that is, her father is planning for the future, and will give it to his children in the future.

"Take it seriously, tonight I will hand in the first move of this set of marksmanship, including thirty-six styles, with many changes, which can deal with enemies in different directions and weapons......"

Luo Yi told a little, then lifted the bright silver gun in his hand, and began to practice, the heavy iron gun, in his hand as light as nothing, the gun road opened and closed, extremely powerful, the gun flower cold light into a ball, impermeable, as if splashing water could not enter.

In a corner of the courtyard wall, there was a thin figure squatting, blocked by bushes, and the shade of the trees blocked the moonlight, forming a blind spot there, Luo Zhaoyun had already come over to wait, and finally saw the well-known Luo family's spearmanship in the Sui Dynasty.

Because of the secret skills to be taught at night, servants are forbidden to approach inside and outside the courtyard, and some sentry posts have also been removed, only patrolling the periphery, Luo Zhaoyun is still young, and he has used his familiarity with the environment in the past two months to successfully avoid the patrol and hounds, and lurk over early to wait.

At this time, he watched Luo Yi dance the bright silver gun, feeling like a swimming dragon, brave, the gun walked with him, spread and moved, the cold light of the gun shimmered, and there was a "sigh" tearing air sound in his ears from time to time.

Although he was dancing alone, it gave people the feeling that he was galloping on the battlefield, facing the rush of the Jin Ge Iron Horse.

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it really has its majesty and uniqueness!

Luo Zhaoyun looked at it and was excited, if he could practice this skill, enter the army from Rong, scold Fang Xuan, and rush to kill the iron armor, how fast!

Everyone has a heroic dream in their hearts, a dignified masculine athlete, meritorious service on the battlefield, admired by people, and desired by their hearts.

Luo Zhaoyun is the same, whether it is the thoughts of his previous life or the memories of this life, seeing this domineering scene, his blood is surging, and it is a lie to say that he is not moved.

Suddenly, Luo Yi rehearsed the thirty-six changes of the first move, which is regarded as the first shot, all of which are based on 'stabbing', and various stabbing methods!

After Luo Yi received the bright silver gun, there was still a spear around him that the silver light had not completely dissipated, and the whole person stood still with the gun, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"Do you see clearly?"

Luo Zhiwei saw her father practicing guns just now, and she almost didn't dare to breathe, because her marksmanship was too clever, and she exuded a sense of slaughter, after all, Luo Yirong had been in his horse career for more than ten years, and he had killed countless enemies, and his marksmanship already carried his will, spirit, qi and blood, etc., not a showmanship.

She blushed, didn't remember anything at all, hesitated, lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, father, I only saw the shadow of the gun, but I didn't see your moves." ”

"It's okay, it's just that the father is beating fast, and now it's stabbed out in one style so that you can see its changes and angles......"

Luo Yi carefully explained that tricks are dead, no matter how they change, they are easy to teach and remember, but if you want to practice kung fu, it will be as difficult as mountaineering, step by step is more and more difficult, but it is not that you can remember dead moves that can work.

Because practice, fighting, and killing the enemy are completely different concepts.

Half an hour later, Luo Yi spoke: "Okay, I'll practice here tonight, you memorize the moves, just go back and practice it repeatedly, and after three days, teach the next shot." ”

"Father, daughter retire!" Luo Zhiwei was already drenched in sweat, and after saluting Luo Yi, she was in a hurry to go back to bathe her body.

Luo Yi stood in the courtyard, did not move, his brows were tightened, and a trace of murder flashed in his eyes, he had already ordered the house slaves in the mansion, no matter what their status, all to rest early, and not to approach the fifth mansion, and there were still people who dared to lurk over and steal the master to learn the arts.

He didn't say anything just now, he just didn't want to startle the snake, and he didn't want to make a big deal about it, because it was spread that the subordinates were stealing the master in the house, which was not honorable for him, and the master wanted to kill the slave directly, which was not in line with the law of the Great Sui.

"Who's it, get out!" Luo Yi shouted in a low voice, turned around, and stared at the dark corner of the southwest corner.

Luo Zhaoyun's body stiffened, as if he had been hit by electricity, and the pores all over his body couldn't help but rise, and he felt a gaze like a beast lock on him, witnessed by the strong, integrating momentum and authority, spirit, etc., which can also make people shudder, and even disturb their minds.

"It's me!" Luo Zhaoyun knew that he had been discovered, and he walked out decisively, maybe this was an opportunity.

After Luo Yi saw his figure clearly, he was stunned, it turned out to be his son who was suffering from heart loss.

He didn't expect that the person hiding there would be his concubine Luo Zhaoyun, so his brain was short-circuited for a while, and his eyes were staring at the ten-year-old child, his own flesh and blood, and suddenly he had five flavors of grains in his heart, and he had all kinds of tastes.

"How are you? You're going crazy again? Although Luo Yi said this, his face showed suspicion, because when he saw Luo Zhaoyun's expression, he was very calm and calm, not like crazy.

"The child is not crazy for the time being, there are a few words that I want to say to my father in person, I don't know if I can move to the study and say it to my father alone." Luo Zhaoyun's tone was calm, he didn't panic, and his words also conformed to the official tone of the Great Sui, there were no flaws, and he had a new plan in his heart.

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