Fang Liang is now very interested in guns, after all, he has just obtained an extraordinary spear, so he is naturally very interested in marksmanship.

"With such a beautiful and majestic spear in your own hands, why do you have to play it well?"

Fang Liang thought so in his heart.

He just hurriedly flipped through it, glanced at the headings of each section and turned the page.

At this time, I turned to the part that explained the gun and found that this part was not very long.

Fang Liang looked down from his head.

The first sentence at the beginning is, "Year box, moon stick, lifetime gun!"

Fang Liang touched his chin, it seemed to be difficult, but he wouldn't back down now, the more difficult it was, the more powerful it was!

And Fang Liang has never had the idea of retreating, think about it, he has been violently "suppressed" by his family since he was a child because of the trouble, and he has never retreated, he will continue his great cause in the last few days, and even if time passes, he will not forget to find the field and never give up.

This is also the reason why the whole Fang Mansion has a headache for this little guy, no matter how he teaches him, he starts again in a few days, and he is extremely vindictive, and he often makes the person who punishes him have a headache, and his mother can control him, what his father said doesn't work, he forces him, he even dares to get his own father!

However, Qin Xiang, the only one who could manage him, although after Fang Liang made a mistake every time, at most he gently pinched his face and said don't do it next time, etc., but there was no substantive punishment at all, and everyone could see such obvious favoritism.

Over time

The people in Fang's Mansion slowly figured out the taste, this Qin Xiang was clearly taking revenge on them, because they had strongly opposed Fang Xing's marriage to Qin Xiang back then, no one thought that it had been so many years, and she and Fang Xing's baby were so old and still remembered the events of the year.

Even Fang Xing is a little blindsided, why does her daughter-in-law still have so much resentment?

Just when Fang Xing wanted to talk to Qin Xiang about this matter, Qin Xiang blocked him back with a smile like a flower, "If it wasn't for my brother back then, we would definitely not be better! Don't forget that your position back then was not very firm!"

Fang Xing's face turned red when he was choked by these words, his father strongly objected back then, although he still stood with his daughter-in-law, but there were a few times when he almost couldn't resist the pressure and jumped back.

Fang Xing also understood the meaning of Qin Xiang's words, "You were a wall grass back then, and today I ask you to continue to be a wall grass!"

Fang Xing wanted to speak and stopped, he wanted to say that I didn't stick to my position and stand with you in the end?

It's just that seeing Qin Xiang's gradually narrowed eyes, Fang Xing swallowed these words back into his stomach with great wit, and withdrew in a gloomy manner, as for the rest of the Fang Mansion who were still living in dire straits, he just wanted to say that he knew why bother in the first place today, you ask for more blessings, anyway, I did my best.

Fang Teng, as the head of the family, couldn't pull his face to take care of this matter, after all, although Fang Liang tossed people a little, but they were all innocuous trivial matters and did not touch the interests of the family, how could he have any reason to care, and to be honest, he still liked this nephew very much, as long as it was not too much, he would make trouble.

Slowly, everyone got used to it, except for the parties who were tricked, basically no one wanted to find trouble with Fang Liang.

Fang Liang also became the little demon king of the Fang Mansion.

said so much off-topic, just to let everyone understand Fang Liang's "head iron", others don't hit the south wall and don't look back, he hits the south wall and doesn't look back, but wants to break the wall with his head.

Further down is a picture of a man holding a gun a little forward, and below it is a line of annotations, "Practice three thousand times," and nothing else.

Fang Liang was stunned on the spot, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly swept down, and below was a person holding a gun and picking it up, and there was also a line of notes below, "Practice three thousand times."

Fang Liang's face was extremely ugly and he continued to flip through, and sure enough, the following actions such as splitting, collapsing, sweeping, winding, dialing, blocking, taking, piercing, etc., were all like this, with a picture of light and a short sentence of "practice three thousand times".

"Heheha! Are you kidding me?!"

Fang Liang laughed angrily, what is this? That's it? I'm afraid it's not that old ancestor who is cheating on me again, right?

Fang Liang was a little suspicious.

He looked through some books to explain other weapons and boxing techniques, and found that the movements in the picture were different, but the notes at the bottom were the same, "Practice three thousand times." ”

Fang Liang was almost sure that this was the immoral ancestor who left him to trap him, Fang Liang angrily threw the book in his hand, and the book entered the small golden pool.

Fang Liang's expression tightened, and he hurriedly jumped down to fish.

The magic is that Fang Liang jumped into the golden water pool without any uncomfortable feeling, no difference from usual, and even has an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Fang Liang opened his eyes, and he saw more clearly than usual.

He swept around and looked through the small water pool with a radius of two meters, and did not find the book, Fang Liang was a little anxious, although it may be a pit man, but he only has such a way to contact marksmanship, as far as he knows, Fang Mansion does not have a master of guns now.

Fang Liang searched for a long time but still didn't find the slightest trace, and finally could only climb ashore in frustration.

Fang Liang frowned and thought for a long time, then stretched out his little hand with some uncertainty.

In the next moment, a book appeared in his hand.

Fang Liang's brows relaxed, turned to the part that explained marksmanship, stared at it for a long time, and his gaze gradually became firm.

"Practice and practice, our Liang never flinched, and this time it was the same!"

After Fang Liang made up his mind, his mind moved, and with a flicker, he went out from his sea of knowledge.

Fang Liang, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and sat up, looking at the spear that had been placed beside him before.

"It's a pity that this gun is too long, and I can't use it for my size, if only it could be smaller. ”

Fang Liang thought so in his heart, and saw that the silver spear was really smaller.

Fang Liang grinned, he really picked up the treasure, "No matter how small, no matter how small." ”

In a short time, a seven-foot-long silver spear had shrunk to less than four feet, which was just right for Fang Liang.

Fang Liang excitedly picked up the spear and rushed out of the door.

He was about to start his gun practice plan in the courtyard, but found that a round of red sun was almost out of sight, the sky had begun to darken, he didn't expect that it had been so long, and the next second he suddenly remembered that there was a hellish feast waiting for him tonight.

His face turned pale in an instant, and the excitement and excitement in his heart disappeared at all.

Fang Liang walked towards the main mansion of Fang Mansion with a bitter face, he never thought about hiding, what is the use of hiding now, the host of this hell feast is his mother, he dares to guarantee that if he runs away and returns home by himself today, his mother feels that he will cook for three days and cook for him alone.

If he had run away with Uncle Wang before, he might have a glimmer of life if he pulled Uncle Wang as a shield, but unfortunately he was put on a role by Uncle Wang.

Now it's completely lifeless.

Fang Liang's small figure looked a little bleak in the afterglow of the setting sun, quite a bit of a strong man who would never return.