Living in a temple, and then worrying about the world first, is the pursuit of life.

Wandering the rivers and lakes, fighting with swords in green shirts, and fighting chivalry and righteousness is another big dream of young people.

What teenager has never dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword.

A few years ago, he met a drunken man from out of town in the corner of the village, and at a glance he saw the spear on his back.

The sloppy man who looked like he was full of stubble later lived in the village, and he only had two major preferences on weekdays, one was drinking, and the other was gambling.

After Qingshan and the man became acquainted, at the instigation of the latter, he stole a few cans of rice wine and two hangs of bacon from home, and then exchanged them for the spear on the other party's back, and then, when he went home, he was beaten half to death by his own father and mother.

But when he was beaten, the boy still held the spear tightly, and his heart was still happy.

"My family thinks I'm an eyesore at home, god, can I practice guns here?"

Aoyama asked cautiously.

Shen Yu opened his eyes and looked at the spear in the other party's hand, looked at it for a long time, and then closed his eyes again and hummed softly.

Having received the answer, Aoyama picked up his spear and walked to the open space next to him.

Within a few moments, there was a whistling sound in the clearing.

Shen Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and opened his eyes silently at some point.

Qingshan has not entered special guidance and practice, but his marksmanship at the moment is extremely ethereal, not to mention superb, but it is much stronger than ordinary rural and even famous Jianghu masters.

Aoyama kept waving the gun in his right hand, matching the pace of his feet, like a sturdy swimming dragon.

The people in the village can't see the fame, they will only think that the little guy's spear is pleasing to the eye, but if the immortal sect outside sees it, it will definitely be carefully cultivated as a genius.

A chickadee flew past the eaves in the distance, flapping its wings and chirping.

The young man's heart moved, and his left hand slapped at the end of the gun, and the ghost shouted like a god: "Go." ”

The spear formed a straight line in mid-air, and the tip of the spear sliced half a fist-sized in half, and then slammed it into the wall.

Aoyama trotted over and withdrew the spear, with unconcealed joy on his face.

"Who taught you marksmanship?"

Shen Yu suddenly asked.

Qingshan scratched his head shyly and said, "The uncle in the wine shop at the entrance of the village." ”

Shen Yu said, "What's it called?" ”

Qingshan was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't know, the uncle is not from the village, and he has never mentioned his name." ”

Shen Yu hummed softly.

Tsing Yi stretched his neck and asked cautiously, "Immortal, what do you think of my gun training?" Is there any talent? ”

Shen Yu said lightly: "The bells and whistles are too empty." ”

Qingshan was a little lost, and sighed softly.

Shen Yu looked at the sky, was silent for a while, and said, "I'll teach you a few styles." ”

"But there are conditions."

"Huh?"

"Study hard."

"Good!"

The boy froze, then nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Time passes.

The sun completely set in the west, and the mountains and forests suddenly became dark.

Until late at night, Aoyama finally left the house with a spear on his back, looking tired, but his eyes were extremely excited.

Shen Yu quietly looked at the other party's distant back.

He didn't look at the boy, but at the spear on the boy's back.

There is gunfire intent on the gun, and the domineering is unparalleled.

But more importantly, the gun intent attached to the gun made Shen Yu a little uncomfortable.

There is a gun momentum that is proud of the world, but it has a cold aura of ghostly spirit.

...

There was a wine shop on the east side of the village, and in it lay a sloppy man with a bored face.

The business here has always been very deserted, because the wine here is too rough, there are few people who drink, and the most important thing is that the man never cares about the wine business, often he has drunk enough, if there is any leftover, he will sell it, and if it is gone, he will go to the town dozens of miles away from the village to gamble money, lose it all and come back.

Therefore, the mountain tourists and merchants who come and go are all brushing their sleeves away, and for a long time, only a few kind neighbors will buy some wine to take care of the business.

No one knows where this man who eats and waits for death comes from and what his name is.

In the whole village, perhaps only Aoyama, who trotted to the front of the liquor store at this moment, knew something.

For a long time, Qingshan felt that this middle-aged man might also be an immortal.

Because ten years ago, the middle-aged uncle, like the fairy who came a few days ago, fell from the sky and smashed the entire mountain, but he is still alive and kicking.

"What do you see Lao Tzu doing?"

The sloppy man who was halfway in the chair looked at the little ghost in front of him and asked impatiently.

Qingshan smiled, "Uncle, a few days ago, there was a fairy in the village, and he taught me a few marksmanship yesterday." ”

The man was not interested in the slightest, and yawned to himself.

Qingshan hesitated for a moment and said, "I accidentally revealed that you taught me marksmanship." ”

The man didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "Clean up the house." ”

Aoyama smiled, nodded, and then skillfully picked up the broom and cleaned up the liquor store.

Anyway, in these years, these little things have basically been done by him.

The middle-aged man lost his sleepiness, sat up and was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Why did he hand you over to practice guns." ”

Aoyama shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he said..."

The man said impatiently: "Zhizhi Wu is like a girl, if you have a fart, let it go." ”

Qingshan frowned and said: "I don't know why, he finally told me that there are thousands of changes in spearmanship, and it is only one trend." ”

The boy then scratched his head and sighed, "But I don't understand." ”

"This is said to me."

The middle-aged man said lightly: "Heh, it's a big breath." ”

Qingshan's eyes widened, and he was puzzled: "Why? He doesn't know you. ”

"Stop talking nonsense and show me the marksmanship he taught you."

...

"Playing the piano indiscriminately, this kind of marksmanship looks full of momentum, but the strength is soft and girly, what kind of avenue can it become."

"Ouch, this formula is a bit interesting, and it barely works."

"Hey, tsk, there's really an amazing big guy."

The middle-aged man changed his usual taciturn temperament and chattered in pieces.

The marksmanship drill is over.

The middle-aged man was silent, and finally pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "There is a way with those stinky Taoist priests who only talk about the Tao of Xuan, but the true meaning of the Tao is to pass through the Xuan, the Great Dao of the world, where there is a difference between strength and weakness, Lao Tzu's Tao is no worse than them." ”

Although Tsing Yi was a little confused, he was not too surprised, but when he talked about the gun, he could always arouse a lot of interest from the other party.

The middle-aged man suddenly slapped the table and shouted, "Qingshan." ”

The boy was frightened and said, "Yes." ”

"Look at your cowardice."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'll teach you a few tricks, and then you play tricks in front of him." ”

Qingshan said ignorantly: "Why? ”

The man glared and said domineeringly: "Show off, no!" ”