Shen Lang put away his posture, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel, and greeted him with a smile:

"Brother Zhu, why are you here?"

Zhu Hu smiled:

"I'm here to talk to you. As soon as I came over, I saw you practicing boxing, and when I saw that your boxing was beautiful, I couldn't help but shout hello. Didn't bother you, did you? ”

"No, no, no. I had a happy chat with Brother Zhu last night, so I wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Brother Zhu more. If you want to find me, you can come over whenever you want. I'm welcome! ”

Shen Lang said as he invited Zhu Hu to come in and drink tea.

Zhu Hu waved his hand and said with a smile:

"No, I'll just come and have a look."

After a pause, he asked:

"Brother Shen, you...... Did you start practicing martial arts today? ”

Yesterday, Master Mu said that Shen Lang has no martial arts, and with Master Mu's cultivation and eyesight, he will never be wrong.

But what makes Zhu Hu strange is that if he only started practicing martial arts today, how could Shen Lang's boxing be so proficient?

It seems that not only is there no stiffness and sluggishness of beginners, but the punches are carried by the wind, the footwork is fast, and the moves are smooth and free.

When I was curious and guessing, I heard Shen Lang say:

"I wish my brother good eyesight, my younger brother has indeed just started practicing martial arts today, and he is not familiar with boxing, so I make Brother Zhu smile." 、

Hearing him say this, Zhu Hu was suddenly slightly stunned, and his smile became a little complicated.

Zhu Hu's family conditions are average, he has no talent for reading, and his martial arts talent is also ordinary, so he can't find any smart master to teach.

can only rely on the relationship between the cousin and uncle who is a scribe in the county government, and at the age of twelve, he entered a martial arts hall in the county seat to practice martial arts.

It took him a full month to practice the boxing routines of the Nine Grades of Strength to perfection. It took another three months before I became familiar with the feeling of exerting force in every part of my body. In another half a year, Fang integrated the strength of the whole body and officially stepped into the nine products.

And what about Shen Lang?

I just started practicing martial arts today, and I have already found the right strength.

Then if he practiced for a few more days, wouldn't he be able to easily integrate the strength of his whole body and step into the Nine Grades?

This is a rare martial arts genius!

Thinking that Shen Lang had such a martial arts talent, Zhu Hu inevitably felt a sour jealousy in his heart.

But soon he was relieved:

He Zhuhu is just an ordinary catcher in a small county, and his talent is stronger than his Zhuhu, there are many in Changsheng County, not to mention Yingzhou Mansion, and even the entire Great Chu State. If he wants to be jealous, can he be jealous?

Why be jealous of Shen Lang, a martial arts genius like Shen Lang who can only appear for many years in a province or even a province?

Isn't that self-inflicted?

With a relieved mentality, the complicated color in Zhu Hu's smile disappeared, and he smiled heartily:

"Brother Shen, you can't be called unfamiliar with this boxing technique, I am not even qualified to comment, let alone laugh? To be honest, if it weren't for Master Mu's own conclusion last night, saying that you have never practiced martial arts, I would have thought that you had been practicing martial arts for at least half a year. ”

"Brother Zhu has a good reputation, I'm a beginner, and I don't have any memories of the past, I don't even know if I've seen martial artists before, and I don't know anything about martial arts, so I really don't know how I practice."

"You're doing a great job! If you really just started practicing martial arts today, then my brother would take the liberty to say that your talent is definitely at the level of Master Mu. It's a pity that you didn't start practicing martial arts until now, if it had been a few years earlier, you would have at least five grades of cultivation now. I really don't know what the situation of your family was before, I didn't send you to practice martial arts, and I was delayed for several years in vain. ”

"Hehe, when I heard you say this, Brother Zhu, I also feel that it is a pity. Maybe my family used to want me to study and become an official? ”

Zhu Hu's praise certainly made Shen Lang happy in his heart.

However, Zhu Hu said that he was a genius at the same level as Mu Qingxue, and Shen Lang was not so convinced.

Because Zhu Hu is only a seventh-rank martial artist, he can't even see Mu Qingxue's shot clearly, with his vision, how can he judge a person's talent?

You must know that Mu Qingxue is only in her early twenties, and she is already a third-grade martial artist, and her future achievements will not stop at third-grade martial arts. Even if the great master of the first grade of martial arts has a success rate of one in 100 million, and Mu Qingxue has achieved a second-grade grandmaster realm, at least there is no problem, right?

And his Shen Lang's martial arts talent......

Well, it's all up to the little demon to give him back with the reinforcement.

And it's not a one-time reward.

Once the goblin dies, the enhancement will disappear with it.

So for his so-called "talent", Shen Lang is still a little weak at this time.

Of course, when kung fu is practiced on the body, it belongs to you.

In the future, even if there is really any misfortune, if Shen Lang is abolished one or two strengths, the kung fu that has been practiced on himself will not be thrown away. Weakened a little at most.

But of course, Shen Lang would not allow that kind of eventuality to happen.

As a traveler who has no relatives in the world, the little demon is not only a pet and a wing, but also his closest and most trusted family.

At this time, Zhu Hu said earnestly:

"Brother Shen, although your martial arts talent is good, after all, you have just started. And now this world is too unfriendly to low-grade martial artists. In recent years, firearms have become more and more proliferated, and low-grade martial artists like us, if they are not careful, they may be killed by a black gun.

"So, before you achieve great success, remember to be cautious and not to be strong. In addition, you have to learn firearms. Although we are only low-grade martial artists, we have kung fu, quick eyes and hands, and with firearms, we are also very deterrent. ”

As he spoke, he wiped his hands behind his waist and drew two flintlock muskets with a snort.

He held a gun in each hand, turned the heavy flintlock musket in his hand, played a beautiful gun flower, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the rockery in the yard, aiming and shooting, and made a "bang" foley sound in his mouth.

Then he looked sideways at Shen Lang and said with a smile:

"To put it mildly, brother, I have these two muskets in my hands, and under the sudden attack, none of the six-rank martial artists will be killed by me if they are not careful. Although this musket is a bit more troublesome to load, it is still quite deterrent before the gun is fired. ”

As a traverser, Shen Lang certainly wouldn't underestimate the power of firearms.

At the moment, he said with great interest:

"Brother Zhu, can you show me these two guns?"

Zhu Hu was not stingy, opened the lid of the primer pool, poured out the primer inside, lest Shen Lang accidentally go off, and then handed the gun to him quickly.

"The barrel was filled with ammunition, but the primer was poured out, and it couldn't go off. You can play with peace of mind and will not go off. ”

Shen Lang stroked the barrel that was thick and long, enough for him to stuff his thumb into, and then looked at the solid handle with natural patterns, and asked:

"Isn't this gun too heavy? The barrel seems to be thicker and thicker than the spears of the GIs, so will the charge be much higher than the norm? When you fire, will it be difficult to control? ”

Zhu Hu turned another pistol and said with a smile:

"This is tailor-made for me by my brother and I hired a gunsmith.

"The handle of the gun is made of hundred-year-old oak in the old forest of the Great Snow Mountain in the north, the barrel is thickened with good steel, the charge is of course an overcharge, and the lead is also one size larger, which is two percent heavier than the projectile of the long musket.

"Such a short gun is really heavy for ordinary people, and the anti-shock force of firing is also extremely strong, and ordinary people will only shoot bullets into the sky. But this is nothing to us martial artists, and with our strength, we can easily control it. And after the bullet is fired, you can also pick it up and open the scoop......

"With the power of my two guns, don't talk about a sixth-grade martial artist, if a fifth-grade martial artist hits me, I will be killed on the spot.

"Of course, the Five-Rank Martial Artist's body technique is too fast, and it is difficult to aim. Besides, a five-rank martial artist can also release internal force externally, unless the gun is bombarded, otherwise a seven-rank martial artist like me, one-on-one, will not have much chance of winning with a gun.

"What's the matter, Brother Shen is interested? Then go back to Changsheng County, I will take you to the gunsmith and ask him to tailor two for you. ”

"Then the little brother thanked Brother Zhu in advance."

Shen Lang felt that what Zhu Hu said was right, in the era of the proliferation of firearms, whether low-grade martial artists had guns in their hands or not, lethality was two concepts. If you have a gun, you can kill the enemy by jumping through the ranks, and if you don't have a gun, you can only be beaten violently.

Therefore, although the price of this kind of tailor-made refined musket with full materials in Zhu Hu's hand must be quite expensive, Shen Lang still responded to it.

Now he is penniless, but doesn't Mu Qingxue want to give him the reward of "ten steps and one kill"?

With Mu Qingxue's status and status, he will definitely not be a small weapon, won't he be rich when the time comes?

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