South, Eastern State.

In a simple courtyard, there are two people standing side by side, a middle-aged Confucian and a young warrior.

"Those who reach the world care about the common people and help the world. ”

Zhang An, a middle-aged Confucian student, opened his mouth with a smile and said, "In my father's life, I can only be a mediocre person who studies to death. If it was more serious, it shouldn't have come out of the mouth of a mediocre person, the reason why I am cheeky to say it here is because my father wants to tell you that you are different from my father, and you can choose your next path. ”

After Zhang An finished speaking, he turned around and laboriously stood on tiptoe, and jerkily reached out and rubbed the head of the young martial artist in front of him.

Zhang An's movements are a little jerky, this action Zhang An used to do, it stands to reason that it shouldn't be so jerky, probably because his son is getting taller, and he unconsciously pulls himself closer to his head.

Zhang Bufu lowered his head to cooperate with his father's movements, and said, "Dad, I want to practice guns." Although I know that my father wants me to study, I will be a reader who helps the world in the future. ”

Hearing this, Zhang An stopped his movements and said with a smile, "Didn't Dad just say, you are different from Dad, you can choose your next path." Besides, reading is not necessarily good, my father has read books all his life, and he is not the same as a nerd who reads books. And who said that those who help the world can only be scholars, and those who reach help the world can help the world. ”

"What's more, if Dad really doesn't agree with you to practice martial arts, how could he go into battle shirtless and sharpen a wooden gun for you when you were ten years old? ”

Zhang Bufu was stunned, since he could remember, his father began to teach him to read and write, many years ago in the yard, often can see such a picture, a Confucian scholar lying on the recliner leisurely, holding a book in his hand, do not look at it, slightly closed his eyes and recited the holy scriptures word by word, there is a child sitting on the small bench next to him, whenever the Confucian scholar finishes reading a sentence, the child will immediately follow the recitation aloud, every three or five sentences, the little hand will reach out to the tray containing tea and fruit next to it, pick up a juicy and delicious fruit to nibble on it, run a dry throat of reading。

Until he was ten years old, Zhang Bufu told his father that he wanted to practice martial arts, and this picture seemed to have never been seen again, and in the courtyard, only Zhang An was left on the recliner with his eyes slightly closed, reciting the holy scriptures.

In the past eight years, although Zhang An has never said that he supports Zhang Buchao's martial arts, he has invited a martial artist to teach Zhang Buchao his marksmanship, and quietly meets all the needs of Zhang Buchao to practice martial arts. Perhaps he was concentrating on practicing martial arts, but Zhang Bufu didn't notice that his father, who was a bookmaker, had no new books in his library, and even a few fewer books from time to time, and there were no more fruits on the tray with tea and fresh seasonal fruits next to the recliner chair in the past.

Zhang Bufu said solemnly, "Dad, I can practice guns well." ”

Zhang An also nodded solemnly, "Dad believes in you." ”

Many years ago, there was a scholar who also solemnly made up his mind to read a book for the rest of his life, and he did it, but he didn't do it well. In retrospect, maybe when I made a vow, I should have made a wish like my son, instead of simply doing it for a lifetime, but for a scholar, it should be satisfied to be able to read for a lifetime.

"Don't be confused, can you let my father see if you use a gun?" Zhang An said with a smile.

"Hmm. Zhang Bufu walked back to the house and took out the barrel of the gun, carefully wiped the head of the gun with a white cloth, and then slowly installed the barrel of the gun, came to the open space in the courtyard, and performed one move at a time.

Zhang Bufu's gun is explained very clearly in every action, piercing, stabbing, tart, slamming, winding, ringing, blocking, taking, pounced, pointing, dialing, one move is calm and powerful, but not in a hurry, enough for Zhang An to take a full view.

Zhang Bufu's gun is very simple, there are no too gorgeous tricks, what can be seen, only a young warrior in the open space, swinging the gun in his hand steadily, the unpretentious moves really look like there is nothing outstanding, if you have to evaluate, then this pistol method may only occupy a stable word, and you can barely praise the person who made the gun have a solid foundation.

However, this is obviously just a layman's opinion, if there is a martial arts master watching from the sidelines, I am afraid that it will be silent.

Whether the marksmanship is advanced or not, is evaluated by the killing effect, when the real gun and people fight, often life and death are only between one shot, and Zhang Bufu's guns, guns and guns are all this killing shot.

Killing the enemy, one shot is enough, why bother with bells and whistles.

This is the understanding of marksmanship to a certain extent, from the complex to the simplified performance, seemingly insipid a shot out, is only to take the head, without the slightest superfluous action, guns and guns are to kill the enemy, when fighting, it is enough to make people's hairs stand on end.

Practicing martial arts is nothing more than a process of changing from simplicity to complexity, and then from complexity to simplicity and returning to the basics.

Zhang Bufu's teacher, is the famous marksmanship master Yu Yi in the rivers and lakes, in his early years, a gun in his hand, picked up the entire rivers and lakes, because he had an old relationship with Zhang An in his early years, he was entrusted by Zhang An to teach Zhang Bufu marksmanship.

Yu Yi's life is undefeated, causing his eyes to be above the top, once threatened that no one in the world can inherit his spearmanship, Zhang An has shirked many times during the invitation, and then he really can't withstand Zhang An's many good words and persuasion, thinking that he is the heir of the deceased, he reluctantly agreed to give him one or two instructions, but he said that he would never accept apprentices.

It's just that when Yu Yi started to teach Zhang Bufu, he was surprised to find that Zhang Bufu's talent in marksmanship can be called Xuanxuan, so great that he was moved to accept apprentices, but unfortunately because he swore that he would never accept apprentices, he could only watch the good seedlings by his side and not be included in the door.

It's no wonder that Yu Yi, who would have thought that an old sour Confucian who only knew how to read could give birth to such a spearman, ten years old to learn guns, and then only nine years of gun practice, only nineteen-year-old Zhang Bufu faced the marksmanship master who had played a lifetime of guns Yu Yi can be undefeated and even slightly better, during the period of course, Yu Yi's teaching, Qing out of the blue is better than the blue is a good thing, Yu Yi is pleased, can only regret it, even poke himself two shots of the mind, why not look at the seedlings first and then say that sentence will never accept the apprentice.

Of course, Yu Yi will definitely not tell Zhang An about this, otherwise he will be ridiculed by Zhang An, and he will persuade him to teach the hatred when he spits out his mouth.

After a long time, Zhang Bufu put away the gun, pondered for a moment, and said, "Dad, I want to go out and sharpen my martial arts." ”

"Over the years, I have only practiced by myself, and the only actual combat is that the teacher feeds me tricks. ”

Seriously calculated, Zhang Bufu has not fought with other martial artists since he practiced the gun, except for the teacher Yu Yi, Zhang Bufu also asked why, Yu Yi's explanation is that what you have to do now is to lay a good foundation, fight against people, and talk about it in the future.

"It seems that my marksmanship has not improved in the past year, and I still feel that it is difficult to achieve perfection," Zhang Bufu frowned, "Maybe as the old saying goes, I need to sharpen it in actual combat to improve." ”

"I have been thinking hard for a long time, practicing guns, the ultimate goal is not to win in the fight, if I don't fight, how can I understand the real gun?"

"Practicing guns, practicing guns, practice, is to make you familiar with guns, and to really master guns, the difference is the process of catching and fighting with the martial artists in the world, although the teacher has often fed me tricks over the years, but feeding moves is always just feeding moves, no matter how to feed, always just familiar with guns. ”

"It's impossible for the teacher to really kill him, and I can't completely put it to death, so the gun that comes out like this is indeed a shortcoming. ”

As Zhang Bufu spoke, he casually waved out a spear flower, which showed that the edge was exposed, but there was no blood, and it was a white blade.

Zhang An looked at Zhang Bufu for a long time before he slowly spoke, "Although my father doesn't know how to practice martial arts, he can travel thousands of miles by reading thousands of books, and he must be the same with martial arts." And in the year of the dancing elephant, before the crown, it is always a good thing to go out and see the world. ”

"As a martial artist, it is normal to fight with others, Dad understands and expects this day. But as a son, Dad wants you to take good care of yourself. ”

After Zhang An finished speaking, Zhang Bufu was silent, and seemed to understand a little why his father didn't want to practice martial arts by himself before.

Yes, if Xi Wu wants to go far, he can't avoid fighting with others, and the sword and gun have no eyes, who can predict what will happen? I thought that it was because my father didn't read a good book that he wanted to make himself study well and repay his wishes. What was he thinking before? Zhang Bufu felt guilty and guilty.

"Go ahead, go and say hello to your teacher, and say hello to him by the way, I haven't seen him in a few days. Zhang An waved his hand and smiled.

The middle-aged Confucian seemed to have understood what his son was thinking in his heart, but he didn't rush to explain, he thought that since what he did was good for his son, his son could naturally feel it, and if he didn't feel it, it could only mean that his father was not good enough.

Zhang Bufu pursed his lips, and by rolling up the gun head and gun shaft with a white cloth, he suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, cleaned up his mood, and said, "Teacher's gun, it's not as good as my gun now." ”

Zhang An remembered his old friend's black face, and couldn't help but be happy, "Don't look at him always with a black face, in fact, I'm happy in my heart." ”

"Okay, I'll go now, I've been at home for the past few days, and I haven't seen the teacher for a few days, so I'll go now. ”

Zhang Bufu rolled up the head of the gun and put it away, and said with a smile, "He probably misses me a lot, and he may be looking forward to me coming." ”