Time flies, and time passes.

Three months have passed in a blink of an eye, and the cold of winter has completely replaced the bleakness of autumn. The chaos outside seems to deepen the cold of winter.

The cold wind in winter morning blew, and the changing clouds in the sky were like frost maple, like prune fire, like agate, like amber, and the sun was about to rise.

"prick!"

"stamp!"

"point!"

"sweep!"

"pick!"

At this time when dawn was about to break out, Meng Jiucheng was dressed in tight and short clothes, and was meticulously moving out his gun and practicing martial arts hard.

Taoist priest Xuanqing touched his beard and watched as he picked it up to raise it. He suddenly changed his sex several months ago and became an eye-catching apprentice.

In his opinion, although his apprentice was a little stupid, he had perseverance and perseverance. For example, when he was a child, Meng Jiucheng began to learn to pinch his husband and give away children. Naturally, he was not as ugly as a monster. But after more than ten years, he still pinched his husband in a good manner, and it was not obvious that it was made by a stupid Taoist priest.

As the saying goes: Water drips through the stones, and the sea will rot; as long as you are free, the iron pestle will be ground into a needle.

Well, Xuanqing thought so. Meng Jiucheng did give him this judgment: Even a foolish person has his unknown strengths, and isn’t it just one of them that is as powerful as a cow?

Meng Jiucheng was hiding his weaknesses when reading and reading, but he was devoted to practicing martial arts alone. Moreover, he was gradually changing, slowly transitioning from a big fool to a normal person.

OK, Xuanqing was amazed in his heart. Meng Jiucheng made such rapid progress and his head became more and more enlightened. He didn't say it, but he felt very relieved. Moreover, this would be his last time to guide the professor, and he felt a different feeling in his heart.

No matter what happens in the future, the Wang family's marksmanship will eventually have a successor. As for whether it can be passed on, it depends on the meaning of God. Anyway, I am worthy of the Wang family's ancestors.

Unlike the street handle style, the shooting movements taught by Xuanqing are simple and simple, without many fancy moves, such as shaking guns and flowers.

In this regard, it should be closer to actual combat battle formations, focusing on tactics to defeat the enemy, and killing with one blow. Moreover, this set of gunshots is even more unique, which is to integrate defense and offense, and complete attacks and defenses in one go; to lead attacks in defense, and set defenses in attacks in the middle, so that the enemy has no chance to fight back.

Fighting in battle formations, fighting with hands and blades, life and death depend on a moment, and one conflict will lead to a result, so it is naturally simple and practical. Although Meng Jiucheng has never experienced this, he also knows that bloody battlefields and competitions are completely different. The more fancy the movements and the better they look, the faster they may die.

"The eyes and heart are combined, the qi and force are combined, and the steps are combined." Xuan Qing kicked his legs and twisted his hips, but he didn't have a gun in his hand, but he gestured with moves, which seemed powerful. He turned his head and explained to Meng Jiucheng: "The moves are easy to learn, but without strong arm strength, waist strength, leg strength, and sensitive footwork, he can only use one or two points."

"I understand, Master." Meng Jiucheng nodded vigorously, exhaled and stabbed out with a shot, and the word "kill" also shouted out.

This principle is not difficult to understand. Children aged seven or eight and strong and strong uncles can also know moves, but the effect is thousands of miles apart. If you have less strength, you can't stab your gun; if you have more strength, your opponent will not pull it away, and your moves are simple but not easy to break.

According to Meng Jiucheng's observation, Xuan Qing must have fought in the battle formation when he was young and had a painful experience. The long slanted scar on his face should be a clear proof.

Although he is a monk now, he doesn't look like a fairy-like appearance and doesn't recognize many words. He is still gentle on weekdays, but he still shows his strengths when he gets angry. Meng Jiucheng guessed that he became a monk and acts as a Taoist to avoid disaster or repent, but he did not really have the intention to practice Taoism.

"Your basic skills need to be practiced diligently, such as arms, waist, palms, finger grip and the stability of the foundation of the lower legs. You can train them through horse stance lifting and shaking stone locks, horse stance and moving steps, throwing sandbags, twisting stone oars, etc.." Xuan Qing took advantage of Meng Jiucheng's sweat and was still giving guidance to him.

"Advisor understand." Meng Jiucheng wiped his sweat and said, "I know this principle and I will practice it all the time."

"As long as you have perseverance, you will be the first to be the first in the future." Xuan Qing did not hide his praise, but he still felt a little regretful, "but he lacked the Taoist temperament, but this was also unforgivable. Thinking back then, I..." He wanted to speak but stopped, waved his hand a little sad and helplessly.

Meng Jiucheng knew that he did not have the temperament of practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal, and he didn't believe that. How could Xuanqing look like he could become an immortal?

But based on his concern, he still dissuaded: "Master, you see it's cold and cold. It's not too late to help your friends when the weather is warm! I just had a dream. Your friends may not be really a problem, so why bother to take it seriously-"

"Du, boy is talking nonsense. Since you have something to dream, there must be a reason. If you ignore it, won't you regret it if you have something to do?" Xuan Qing glared at Meng Jiucheng, but his expression quickly calmed down a little. He sighed and said, "After the teacher left, you should guard the Taoist temple. The teacher has arranged it. Boss Sun in the town will send rice, grain and other things regularly. In addition, there is another thing that you must remember. Don't know a little skill, and rely on Wuhu to do it, and don't harm the truth."

The troubled times have come, and it is the time for a good man to show his skills. How can I waste time in some Taoist temples? Of course, I will not do anything that harms the world. Bullying individuals should not be considered as relying on martial arts and Hu?

Meng Jiucheng thought so in his heart, but agreed and asked again: "Master, let me accompany you, and there will be a way to take care of you."

"You are at home, it's your own family." Xuan Qing's face twitched for a moment, then smiled proudly and said, "Walking outside, you can also protect your life as a teacher, but you don't have to worry."

"My master is very skilled in martial arts, and ordinary thieves will never get close to him." Meng Jiucheng took the opportunity to compliment him.

Xuan Qing nodded, looked at Meng Jiucheng and asked, "Do you understand what my master said about relying on martial arts and Hu, which harms the heavens and the truth?" Without waiting for Meng Jiucheng to answer, he continued to ask, "If you have seen that unfair thing, if you are bullied by evil people, what will you do?"

Meng Jiucheng thought about his intention to ask questions. Seeing Xuan Qing's smile, he immediately figured it out. He glared at his eyes and slapped the gun in his hand, "Master said that he would draw his sword to help him when he saw unfairness on the road. As for the evil people to bully him, he would beat him up."

"Hahahaha." Xuan Qing smiled happily and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, you just want to beat him up."

Meng Jiucheng also laughed and asked curiously: "Master, I have always wanted to know what our shooting skills are called? It's so amazing."

Xuan Qing rolled his eyes and said with a lip, "I'll tell you when you're successful in shooting skills, so that you won't be able to realize your own strength and make random moves, which will damage my name for shooting skills."

If you don’t say it, you won’t say it, it’s just curiosity.

Meng Jiucheng grinned, and didn't care. He humbly asked Xuanqing for advice for a while before helping Xuanqing pack up his things and preparing to set off tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!