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"But it is said that 5,000 years ago, the ancient Shakya, the ancestor of the Nianhua Sect, picked leaves and hurt people, opened the mountain with one palm, and shattered the void ......"

"Three thousand years ago, the patriarch of King Teng's Pavilion, Teng Wanghou dripping water through the stone, cutting the river with a sword, and the power of the world ......"

"Two thousand years ago, the white-robed sword sect patriarch white-robed chief steward snapped his fingers and cracked the ground with one foot, and the abyss was ......"

"There are seven major sects in the land of Fire and Phoenix, countless sects, and there are many outstanding people. In Tiannan City alone, there is a heroine Han Wujian in the middle of the women, who leads the mighty side of Qixia Island, punishing evil and promoting good; Zhaojiabao is kind and charitable, and the master of Zhaojiabao Fort is a purple qi dynasty sect swordsmanship, and no one is invincible; the Five Tigers Dart Bureau walks in all directions, and the five tigers of Tiannan are heroic and ...... the world."

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A young man in sackcloth was impassioned and his mouth was like a river, and dozens of children of different ages were starry and their faces were red.

"When I grow up, I must join Qixia Island to punish evil and promote good!" Six-year-old Chu Zhong clenched his fists and looked firm.

"Xiao Zhong, I heard that Qixia Island recruits disciples regardless of age, wait for my father and them to come back, let them go and talk to Han Wujian Woman of Qixia Island, let's join Qixia Island!" The sturdy child on the side was also excited, and his eyes were bright.

The sturdy child's name is Chu Shan, seven years old, the son of Chu Zhong's second uncle.

Chu Zhong's eyes were bright, "That's right, father, they helped Han Nuxia lead the way." If we find medicinal herbs, Han Nuxia will definitely not refuse us. ”

"Great!"

"If I enter Qixia Island, I will definitely kill all the wicked!" Chu Shan pursed his lips, holding a wooden gun in his hand.

"Brother Shan, and me. ”

Chu Zhong jumped to the side.

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This is Chujiazhuang, located at the foot of Dawang Mountain, with nearly 1,000 households and thousands of people.

The courtyard door was closed, and Chu Zhong took out a wooden gun one meter and a half long from the house and held it in his hand. The wooden spear was made of wood of poor texture, which was just enough to be picked up by Chu Zhong.

The wooden gun was placed horizontally on his chest, and his knees were slightly bent in a squatting position, which was actually secretly practicing Chu Jiazhuang's kung fu of holding a big gun.

This big gun is easy to say, but it is not easy to practice.

Chu Zhong's father has been practicing the big gun for more than ten years, but he is just a third-rate character, and he barely fights with the lone wolf on the mountain, and it is not worth mentioning in the entire Tiannan City.

However, the big gun is better than the simple entry, and it is the foundation of marksmanship. Ten years of holding a gun, listening to the strength of the gun, you can also shoot like a dragon and fight fierce beasts!

"When my father comes back and sees me learn how to carry a big gun, he will be very happy. ”

Chu Zhong's arms trembled, beads of sweat appeared on his face and forehead, but he gritted his teeth and insisted. Thinking of his father's surprise and praise after he returned, Chu Zhong's eyes were bent into crescent moons, full of infinite motivation.

After a while, Chu Zhong trembled, and his calves fell to the ground weakly.

Chu Zhong coarse cloth short clothes and shorts on the lower body. The knee hit the ground, and the blood flowed out.

"Shhh

Chu Zhong gasped in pain, and tears couldn't help but roll in his eyes. I wanted to give up, but when I thought of my father, I still stood up and continued to carry the wooden gun sideways.

Falling, getting up-

This lasted for half an hour, and Xiao Chu Zhong's strength was exhausted and he collapsed to the ground. His knees, legs, and arms were all wounded from falls. The wound is not big, but it is still a little painful for a six-year-old child.

"Pedal, pedal, pedal. ”

After resting for a long time, Chu Zhong ran to the kitchen, fetched a basin of water from the water tank, and sat in the courtyard to carefully treat the wound.

"Crunch-"

The courtyard gate was opened, and a young woman with a pink baby on her back appeared in the courtyard.

The young woman wore her hair in a bun and carried a bamboo basket of clothes in her arms, and her body was covered in coarse linen.

"Yikes!"

Chu Zhong was taken aback, and even the wooden basin was overturned, which touched the wound even more, and his little face was distorted.

"Xiao Zhong, naughty again?" the young woman glared at Chu Zhong and rolled her eyes.

"Mother, I'm not naughty, I just practiced a big gun in the yard, I don't believe I practiced it for you. Hearing his mother's words, Chu Zhong was not happy.

He staggered into the house and took out the wooden gun, and then stepped up in a decent manner and made the movement of holding a big gun.

"Babble. ”

Before the young woman could speak, the baby behind her was amused by Chu Zhong's appearance, and her little finger pointed at Chu Zhong's uncontrollable pleasure, babbling and not knowing what she was saying.

"Mother, my little sister is talking to me. Hey, give me a hug. Hearing the voice of the little sister, Chu Zhong didn't care about the big gun, the wooden gun was thrown on the ground, and he rushed to the young woman, wanting to take the baby down.

Chu Zhongniang took the baby off her back and carefully put it in Chu Zhong's arms.

"Be careful, don't fall on your sister. ”

"Don't worry, mother, I have a lot of strength!"

Holding the little sister in his arms with his arms, Chu Zhong looked a little struggling, and he didn't dare to move a step, for fear of falling into the little sister.

"Babbling ......"

When the little sister saw Chu Zhong, her little hand grabbed her brother's chubby little face. Chu Zhong held his little sister with both hands, and could only twist his head to prevent his little sister from catching it, and the two children, one older and one younger, were having a lot of fun.

Chu Zhongniang watched it for a while, and then happily dried her clothes in the courtyard.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Third aunt, third aunt, it's not good!"

Suddenly there was a sound of slamming the door outside the door, and there was a crying voice.

Chu Mu felt a sigh in her heart, and hurriedly opened the door. Outside the door was a teenager with a tiger's head. He is Chu Jiang, the son of Uncle Chu Zhong, his eyes are red at this time, and he can't speak well.

"Xiao Jiang, what's wrong?" Chu Mu grabbed Chu Jiang's shoulder.

Chu Jiang gasped for breath, and after a long time, he held back a sentence-

"Second uncle, third uncle, they were eaten by a big snake!"

Chu Mu rolled her eyes and fainted. Chu Zhong hugged his little sister, and a smile froze on his face. The little sister, who was only a few months old, giggled and didn't know what was going on.

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Time passed, and two years passed in the blink of an eye.

Chu Zhong is eight years old and is already a big guy.

In the early morning, the sound of Chu Zhong was heard in the courtyard. The wooden gun in the hand is changed and becomes a more suitable length. The practice items are not only with big guns, but also with bayonets, standing, and walking......

He is only eight years old, but he has a good way of practicing marksmanship. If there is a master of marksmanship present, it will be even more shocking.

Half an hour with a big gun, two hundred shots, Chu Zhong was exhausted. After resting for a while, Chu Zhong put the wooden gun back into the house, washed away the sweat stains on his body with cold water, and then went to wake up the two-year-old sister to help dress and wash.

Ever since his father was killed by a big snake in Dawang Mountain, Chu Zhong's life has changed dramatically.

His mother, who used to smile constantly and tease him often, has become taciturn, and she is no longer playful and lively two years ago. His father died, and his mother was the only source of livelihood for the family. Although the clansmen often receive help, it is ultimately limited. Every day before dawn, Chu's mother Zhao Ping has to get up and go to Chujiazhuang Medicine Garden to take care of those medicinal materials, and the little sister Chu Yu is taken care of by Chu Zhong.

Dress the little sister, wash it, and let her play in the yard. Chu Zhong began to stand on the stool to cook porridge and prepare breakfast. When Chu Mu came back, the three of them got together to eat.

"Xiao Zhong, are you still unwilling to go to Qixia Island to practice martial arts?" Chu Mu looked at Chu Zhong and asked.

Chu Zhong grinned, clenched his fists, and said, "Mother, I practice the Chujiazhuang marksmanship taught by my uncle, and my strength is getting stronger and stronger, and I can become strong without going to Qixia Island!"

Saying that, Chu Zhong also played a set of nameless boxing techniques in the courtyard, but he was also vigorous.

"After all, Qixia Island has more martial arts, excellent exercises, and a good reputation, so what can you do if you stay in Chujiazhuang. Chu Mu still wanted to persuade, although she had been persuading for two years.

But although Chu Zhong is young, he is very stubborn.

"Qixia Island is not necessarily very strong, out of Tiannan City, who knows Qixia Island? Hmph! If I Chu Zhong joins the sect, at least it will be the Iron Cloak Gate, and the Iron Cloak Gate has 100,000 warriors and controls a county, then it is a big sect!"

Chu Zhong was young and had a young face, and it was a bit funny to say these heroic words.

Qixia Island and Tieyimen Chu Zhong don't know much, but the gap between the two is known even to three-year-old children.

Chu's mother knew that Chu Zhong was reluctant to join Qixia Island because Chu's father died in Dawang Mountain because he helped Qixia Island lead the way. Chu Zhong knows right and wrong, and does not want to regard Qixia Island as an enemy, but he also does not want to join Qixia Island, which caused his father's death.

"Little Bell ......"

"Mother, you don't have to worry, I will definitely get ahead in the future, become a hero praised by everyone, and protect my mother and little sister!"

Chu Zhong is full of confidence, more confident than in the past!

Spreading out his palm, he looked at the ancient tree pattern that suddenly appeared in his palm, and Chu Zhong nodded heavily.

Chu Zhong still didn't say half a sentence in his heart-

"Han Nuxia is so powerful, why was his father and second uncle who led him the way eaten by the big snake?"

He didn't want to make his mother sad, but his father's death was a stalk in his heart after all.

"Alas. ”

Chu Mu sighed and didn't say anything more.

After eating, Chu's mother went to the river to wash her clothes, Chu Zhong watched his little sister play in the courtyard, and he himself moved out of the recliner and lay in the courtyard to read.

The books were brought by Chu He, the brother of the Chu Zhong clan, and they were purchased from the Tengwang Pavilion in Tiannan City, and the price was very expensive.

Chu He often followed the hunting team in and out of Tiannan City, heard a lot of things in the rivers and lakes, and often gave Chu Zhong nonsense, and was the child king of Chujiazhuang.

The book records the experience of a first-class martial artist in practicing marksmanship, although it is a little profound, Chu Zhong still can't put it down, and he has to read it several times a day.

Half an hour later, I finished reading this marksmanship experience again. The familiar warm current passed through my heart again, and then spread through my limbs and bones, and finally converged in my mind.

In my mind, a towering ancient tree stands tall in the sky, with lush branches and leaves.

Looking closely, this ancient tree is very similar to the ancient tree pattern in Chu Zhong's palm. Unlike the palm of the hand, the ancient tree in the mind is towering, the branches and leaves are swaying, and there is a flow of light on the branches and leaves. If you look harder, you can even see the words on a few of the green leaves, the brightest of which is an obscure text.

This text came out of nowhere, and it seems that the mysterious ancient tree existed when it appeared. Chu Zhong only felt that the light was dazzling, and he couldn't see the content of the text clearly. But it's much better than it was at the beginning. It won't take long to be able to read this text.

The second brightest is the marksmanship experience that Chu Zhong has seen before.

Staring at the towering tree, Chu Zhong felt as if he was in warm water, warm and comfortable. Although I don't know why I feel this way, since the big tree in my mind appeared, as long as Chu Zhong reads a book, he has this feeling. Depending on the book you read, the intensity of the sensations that appear varies depending on the book you read.

Some miscellaneous books are far inferior to the marksmanship experience left by his father and the marksmanship experience purchased in King Teng's Pavilion. It's just that as the number of views increases, this feeling gradually diminishes. Chu Zhong knew that when this feeling was completely gone, he would need to read new books.

"Bodhi, Bodhi Tree. ”

Thinking of the first time he saw this big tree, the two quaint big characters that came to his mind, and the breath contained in the big characters, Chu Zhong couldn't help but be fascinated. And as he read the books, the ancient tree released a gentle aura, and Chu Zhong's cultivation speed also accelerated.

The various techniques of the large gun and the bayonet gun, which were originally difficult to master, were quickly mastered in a short period of time. The marksmanship experience left by my father was also digested. In just two months after getting the Bodhi Tree, it was originally nearly two years to just get started with marksmanship, but it actually reached the level of Father Chu's more than ten years of gun practice!

Tasting the sweetness, Chu Zhong specially asked Chu He to pay attention to books on marksmanship.

After getting the marksmanship experience of a first-class martial artist, the long-lost feeling really reappeared, and Chu Zhong's marksmanship realm improved by leaps and bounds again. In a few days, I am afraid that he has surpassed Father Chu, and even in Chujiazhuang, there are only a few people who can suppress Chu Zhong.

However, Chu Zhong is only eight years old! Which of the marksmanship masters in the village is not more than half a hundred years old?

There is no comparison!

Chu Zhong lost his father at the age of six and became an early adult. I also like to read books, like to listen to chivalrous anecdotes on the rivers and lakes, and know the truth of guilt.

There are many cases of destroying families and clans because of treasures on the rivers and lakes. Chu Zhong's body changed, and he didn't even tell his mother, because he was worried that it would cause trouble.

I turned over and read the marksmanship experience many times, although every time I read it, the feedback from the ancient tree became weaker and weaker. But Chu Zhong could feel that he had a deeper understanding of marksmanship and martial arts, and even the whole person was more spiritual.

From time to time, inspiration burst out in his mind, and Chu Zhong would also practice with a wooden gun, and his marksmanship foundation became deeper and deeper. It's just that there is no authentic marksmanship cheats, and there are few changes in marksmanship, and the power is limited. It may be good to deal with mountain beasts, but when it comes to human masters, it pales in comparison.

"Marksmanship cheats?"

Chu Zhong was gloomy.

The cheats are precious, not to mention the marksmanship that can fuse internal strength and explode strong power, but the exquisite marksmanship alone is also worth amazingly. The entire Chujiazhuang was reluctant to invest in the purchase.

"In the past two days, the Yuehua grass is about to mature, and the hundred-year-old Yuehua grass is worth three hundred taels of silver, and it can barely buy a marksmanship cheatbook!"

Chu Zhong stared at the little sister bouncing in the courtyard, thinking about the prices of herbs and cheats that he had inquired about, and couldn't help but think in his heart.