Since ancient times, the spear has been called the king of weapons.
Because his spear skills are flexible and changeable, he can fight with any cold weapon, and he can fight anyone at a 50-50 level.
Like Liyue's Rock King Emperor, Demon-Conquering Great Holy Mandrill, and Daozhu's Thunder and Lightning General.
These Teyvat's top combat forces all use long-handled weapons.
It can be seen from this that there is definitely a place for long guns on the ceiling of weapons.
Of course, the high upper limit of the long gun also means that it requires much more time and effort than other weapons.
As the old saying goes: A stick for the moon, a sword for a year, and a spear for a lifetime.
The meaning of this sentence is that you can learn something by spending several months practicing the stick.
Even if you spend several years practicing swordsmanship, you can still achieve perfect proficiency.
However, it takes a lifetime of training to master a spear with ease.
Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng knew this very well and repeatedly told his two disciples to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and to lay a solid foundation seriously.
After all, all spear skills are inseparable from the three basic skills of "blocking nazar". Only with solid basic skills can spear skills be brought into full play.
"Jiang Ning, Shen He. Your practice task today is to hold the spear and stick to it for as long as one stick of incense."
Liuyun borrowed Feng Zhenjun to help the two apprentices plan today's itinerary.
Um? Just hold on for one stick of incense?
Jiang Ning thought to himself that although today is the first day of practicing spear skills, this training plan does not seem to be very intense.
Does this really have a training effect?
"Haha, do you think today's task is too easy?"
Zhenjun Liuyun seemed to have seen through Jiang Ning's thoughts.
"Don't rush to conclusions. Pick up the spear first."
After finishing his words, Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun waved his hand, and saw a stream of light rushing out from the depths of the Immortal Mansion.
When the light dissipated, Jiang Ning could see the appearance of the spear clearly.
The long gun was plain and unpretentious, even a little eclipsed in appearance. It looked exactly like the three-star weapon Baiying Gun.
However, the moment Jiang Ning stretched out his hand to hold the spear, he felt an unprecedented weight, which was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his hand.
This time, Jiang Ning can't deal with it directly.
Anyway, he also ate the fairy grass for more than a month, plus a hundred-year-old glass bag.
Although he is not as strong as Shen He, he has no problem lifting hundreds of kilograms of weight.
But even so, he had absolutely no room to parry when faced with this mediocre white tassel gun.
Looking at Jiang Ning's struggling expression, Shen He realized how extraordinary this white tassel gun was.
She was worried that Jiang Ning was injured, so she immediately reached out and took the Baiying gun.
The moment he held the Baiying gun, a rare expression of emotion appeared on Shen He's face.
Even Shen He felt deeply powerless when facing this white tassel gun.
"It's not surprising that you are having difficulty, because this white tassel gun has a great background."
Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun took the Baiying Spear from Shen He and told the story.
"Thousands of years ago, the emperor specially made this white tassel gun with the power of the gods in order to protect Liyue."
"Whenever someone tries to hold this gun, the emperor's power will be activated to block it with the same strength as the gun wielder."
"To block it with the same force? In other words, how strong we are, the weight of this gun will be. Is this what you mean?"
Jiang Ning touched his chin and expressed his guess.
No wonder he and Shen He both found it very difficult to hold the white tassel gun. They were arm wrestling with themselves for a long time.
"Yes, you can understand it this way." Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng nodded in agreement.
"This is your practice today. Do you still think it is simple?"
Jiang Ning and Shen He shook their heads in unison.
Not only do you have to arm-wrestle with yourself, but you also have to hold on for a stick of incense, which is not an easy task.
Immediately afterwards, True Lord Liuyun lit a stick of incense and turned to look at Jiang Ning and Shen He: "Which one of you will come first?"
"Master, let me go first." Shen He took the initiative to stand up.
When choosing weapons previously, she gave priority to Jiang Ning.
Now that she has started to practice, she has taken the initiative to take the lead.
Xiao Shenhe has always been giving silently and leaving no room for anything.
She thinks Jiang Ning is younger than herself, so she takes good care of him.
"Okay, after this incense burns out, you can light another incense and hand the Baiying Spear to Jiang Ning." Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun explained.
After all, she could only watch by Jiang Ning and Shen He's side. She couldn't do much to help them, so she could just do her own thing.
"I understand, Master."
Shen He watched Zhenjun Liuyun leave, and then held the Baiying Spear in his hand while holding his breath.
As time passed by, large and small beads of sweat gradually appeared on Shen He's forehead.
Holding heavy objects for a long time, coupled with a motionless posture, this kind of training is like corporal punishment. Only those who have experienced it know how hard it is.
Jiang Ning felt a little sorry for Shen He, so he advised, "Sister, why don't you put down the gun first and take a rest."
"No. Master said that you should stick to one stick of incense, and the incense has not burned out yet." Shen He shook his head gently.
She always listened to Zhenjun Liuyun, and she would do whatever Zhenjun said.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that True Lord Liuyun loved Shen He so much.
Jiang Ning stopped trying to persuade him, because he knew Shen He's temperament, and once he made up his mind to do something, he would never change it.
Then, he turned to look at Sandalwood not far away and paid attention.
Zhenjun Liuyun only said that he should stick to one stick of incense, but he did not say that physical acceleration is not possible.
Jiang Ning blew calmly, hoping that the incense would burn out quickly.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he even picked up the sandalwood and shook it hard,
This incense stick was not affected in any way and was still burning slowly and leisurely.
No, this thing is actually windproof? !
Jiang Ning had no choice but to wait patiently for the incense to burn out.
"Sister, the time is up, you can put down the gun now."
The moment the sandalwood went out, Jiang Ning turned to remind Shen He.
"Okay." Shen He nodded and then put down the white cherry gun in his hand.
Then, she looked down at her palm, looking thoughtful.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Ning noticed this and stepped forward to ask about the situation.
Shen He replied seriously: "My hands have become messy...out of control."
After all, he is an eight-year-old child, and his words are all wild and imaginative.
"That's not called a mess, but numb." Jiang Ning explained with a smile.
"Numb?" Shen He blinked. This was the first time she heard such a novel word.
Jiang Ning hummed: "Because your muscles are in a tight state for a long time, the blood supply is affected."
"To put it simply, you're overworking your arms and it's having a negative effect."
"It's okay. I'll give you a massage and relax. You'll be fine soon."
Jiang Ning stretched out his hand and helped Shen He massage his arm.
Shen He's frame is small, his arms are slender and round, and he feels good when pinched.
"Are you still numb now?" Jiang Ning asked after a moment.
Shen He shook his head: "Thank you, I feel much better."
She paused and then said: "Jiang Ning, it's your turn to train next."
Shen He relit the incense stick and handed the white tassel gun to Jiang Ning.
“If you really can’t hold on, don’t force yourself.”
"Also, after training is over, I will also give you a massage to relax."
