"Does the master also know how to use guns?" Ji Xin raised his eyebrows, in the end, he was a teenager.

This young man's temperament makes him think that the Split Gold Liuhe Gun is invincible in the world, coupled with the marksmanship of several uncles, his marksmanship can be matched, and there will not be many in this generation.

"Hahaha, I learned a little bit with the master, but the monks don't need to fight and kill, so I put it down for a long time. Zhihuan smiled.

"I heard from the master, my marksmanship is flawed, and I would like to ask the master for some advice?" Ji Xin said unconvinced.

"Pointing is never to talk about, let me first talk about your marksmanship, your marksmanship itself is good, but there are too many other moves, and it also messes up the original number of your marksmanship. In this way, instead of enhancing your marksmanship, the more moves you have learned have taken your strength. Zhihuan said.

"In the master's words. Ji Xin thought about it, put away the gun, and bowed to Zhihuan.

"Come on, come on," Zhihuan pointed to the iron spear in Ji Xin's hand.

Ji Xin hurriedly handed the iron gun to Zhihuan with both hands.

Zhihuan folded his hands and bowed to the Great Khan Mountain in the northwest direction before taking the iron spear.

The ordinary iron spear, as soon as it reached his hand, his momentum changed dramatically.

This reminded Ji Xin of one night many years ago, when Kuang Ping demonstrated to him the first Broken Bull Boxing, Kuang Ping's momentum changed.

However, Kuang Ping's momentum became as fast as a tiger, and Master Zhihuan was like King Kong alive, possessed by Arhats.

Zhihuan brandished an iron gun, his marksmanship was all Shaolin marksmanship, mixed with some Shaolin stick moves, which made Ji Xin dazzled.

But Ji Xin didn't dare to slack off at all, he could already see that Zhihuan's marksmanship was better than any set of marksmanship he had ever touched, it was simple, but it contained all the tricks of marksmanship, Ji Xin cheered up and couldn't take his eyes off it.

After finishing a set of marksmanship, Zhihuan returned the iron gun to Ji Xin.

Looking at Master Zhihuan himself, he looked the same as before, not panting or wheezing.

"It's very good to hide more tricks in your chest, but the tricks are dead, but the person who made the move is alive, and the dead trick is broken, and when you encounter a live trick, you will inevitably tie your hands and feet, and you can only be slaughtered. When you learn to recruit, you must live to learn, and you must live when recruiting. If you are stubborn, you will practice tens of millions of tricks, and when you meet a real master, you will still be clean for others after all. Master Zhihuan muttered.

"Listening to the master's words, it is better than reading for ten years, and it is better than thirty years of hard work, Ji Xin suddenly became enlightened. Ji Xin said goodbye.

When I looked up, I noticed that Zhihuan had a small burden wrapped around his shoulders, and it seemed that he was leaving.

"Master, are you leaving?" asked Ji Xin.

"I've been hanging around here for a few days, and there's a sinful artifact in that courtyard of the Eternal Fire Khanate that requires me to chant sutras for a long time, and I can't stay any longer. Zhihuan said.

"Master, we don't know when we'll see each other again. Ji Xin showed reluctance.

"If there is fate, we will naturally meet again, oh yes, I have a poem of my predecessors here, which has a constant relationship with you, and now I will give it to you:

The sassy west wind is full of courtyards,

It is difficult to come to the cold butterfly.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year,

The newspaper and the peach blossoms bloom together. After Zhihuan finished reading, he bowed to Ji Xin, turned around and walked out of Jiang Wang's mansion.

Looking at the back of Master Zhihuan in the distance, Ji Xin silently bowed again.

"If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will repay the peach blossoms together?"

Master Zhihuan had already walked away, and Ji Xin was still frowning, chewing on these two lines of poetry.

"Hey, Ji Xin~" Jiang Wenzheng didn't know when he appeared behind Ji Xin, and reached out to pat Ji Xin's shoulder.

Ji Xin said that it was also a practicing family, feeling the wind behind him, he didn't think about it, and instinctively turned around and grabbed it quickly.

"Oops~" Jiang Wenzheng's wrist was grabbed by Ji Xin, and he frowned.

"Ah, it turned out to be Princess Wenzheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. Ji Xin hurriedly let go of Jiang Wenzheng's wrist, half shocked and half lost, half depressed.

"You men, you know how to dance knives and guns, and you don't know how to pity fragrance and cherish jade at all. Jiang Wenzheng pursed his lips.

With such a flower and moon appearance, it is already beautiful, and this red lips are slightly pursed, which makes people's hearts soft.

"I really don't know, I, I,," Ji Xin scratched the back of his head, and he was also anxious for a while, and when he was in a hurry, he was even more stupid in his mouth, and he couldn't say why.

"Hmph, big pig's trotters~" Jiang Wenzheng was angry and turned his face away.

Ji Xin was anxious, and looked around in a hurry, only to see a fruit plum tree in the center of the yard, long and slim, the plum tree was full of fruit, but because the tree was big and slender, no one picked it, so it hung red.

Ji Xin had an idea, picked up the iron spear at his feet, and threw it at the plum tree.

The iron spear whistled and smashed on the plum branches, taking away many reluctant plums, as well as the stumps and leaves.

Seeing the plums falling, Ji Xin took a few steps, flashed under the plum tree, dodged the stumps and leaves, took the plums in his hands one by one, and wrapped them in his robe.

When he heard the iron spear falling, he stretched out his hand, and the iron spear seemed to have been negotiated with him, impartial, and he took it squarely.

Although he was cured from a serious illness, his every movement was smooth, steady and chic.

These movements are so chic, of course, they are all recorded in Jiang Wenzheng's eyes and imprinted in his mind.

Ji Xin wrapped the plum in his robe and came to Jiang Wenzheng awkwardly.

He spread out his tightly wrapped robe, and more than a dozen plums of different colors were placed in front of Jiang Wenzheng's eyes.

"This fruit is red, and it must taste great, so give it to you." Ji Xin smiled, picked out one, and handed it to Jiang Wenzheng.

Jiang Wenzheng stretched out his hand to take it, wiped it with a silk silk, put it in the cherry mouth, and chewed it.

"How's that, what's going on, is the fruit sweet?" Ji Xin asked her as his throat moved.

This guy is obviously swallowing saliva, thinking that he has been greedy for this mouthful of fresh fruit for a long time.

But why did he let me eat it first?

Don't~

Jiang Wenzheng thought, his cheeks are like the morning glow at this moment, who asked you to secretly drink your daughter red?

"It's pretty sweet. I heard that the fruit of this plum tree is the best for making wine. Every year, when the palace has tribute wine, it will always brew some. But this year, there was a sudden war with the south, and no one cared about such a delicacy. Jiang Wenzheng said, gradually feeling sad.

At that moment, she put the plum she picked up again back on Ji Xin's robe, folded her hands facing south, and chanted solemnly.

Her expression was full of piety, as well as great compassion and pity.

She was praying for the safety of all the creatures on both sides of the Great Ginger Mountain.

Ji Xin was still wrapped in a robe, and he also stood there, guarding Jiang Wenzheng's side.

By the way, the song you played in Merlin before was called "Looking for Plums"? Can you play a song for me?" Jiang Wenzheng suddenly remembered that tune, the tune that had once hooked her soul.

"Well, yes, Princess Wenzheng is willing to listen, Ji Xin will play it for you. It's just Ji Xin's clumsy skills, and it's just a random sound, and Princess Wenzheng will take care of it. Ji Xin said, poured out all the plums, put them on the stone table, and then took out the hole flute that had been accompanying him.

Dong Xiao whimpered, Ji Xin seemed to be on the street of Huwei Town in the northwest again, standing not far from Wu Rina, watching Wu Zhi Na holding the horse head qin······

Nanzhong City, the back garden of King Jiang's mansion, in a pavilion.

Holding her chin, Uzhna was looking at the water of the half-pond lake and the three plum trees on the shore of the lake.

Maybe it's because she has no colorful phoenix wings, and she also thinks of the song "Looking for Plums", and her tears have already wet the horse-head qin in her hand:

Looking back at the plum in the snow

No matter how beautiful and tired you are, there is no one to accompany you

The wind comes from the south but blows north

The strong wind galloped and broke the heart early~

Who looks for plum in a wisp of white

Who is wiping the piano and crying~

Broken branches and plums saw parting and did not return

Even the breeze is withering~

Who prepares in advance when they are sad

Who is crying with the flowers

At the end of the song, the wine is always found and sad

Winter goes to spring, flowers are soaked, and people are drunk

Hua Xie people are also drunk~

Off topic:

May that skateboarder girl be bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun at this time of day.

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