To the south of Yizhang, the rocky peaks are like bamboo shoots. There has been no snow all winter. However, it is also very cold in the deep valley bottom. The common apes, monkeys, foxes and deer have saved a lot of winter food and are no longer willing to go out. Guard the nest, waiting for this cold winter to pass, and go out to visit spring again.
Such behavior really angered the jumping tiger in the stone peak. He often went out to look for food, but always came back in vain. He saw a stranger a month ago. He wanted to use that young man to make up for his shortcomings, but he didn't expect it. The young man was told to rely on his skills and stick moves, and he was beaten severely three to five times before he dared to go any further.
After all, there are very few people in the world who are capable of defeating bears and tigers, not to mention the area from Yizhang to the west where it is difficult to see people. There are not many enemies among the hundreds of miles of stone peaks. Only this one is more ordinary than the outside all year round. The tiger is even more majestic, the Tiger Leaping Stream, which is 30% to 50% more majestic, is entrenched here alone, how could it have suffered such a crime? After being beaten three or five times in a row, when the young man came to the tiger's den with a stick, the smart tiger had no choice but to get out of the way, crawling alone aside and roaring at the enemy, watching the man light it up casually. In the bonfire, the elk was put down on its shoulders and slowly roasted while chattering to itself.
"Before I came down from the mountain, I was often a little jealous of my little junior brother. I felt that my master was partial, and I planned to pass on the mantle to everyone. But it wasn't until I came here and learned how to use a spear with both hands that I realized that my master had taken down the mantle for me. The foundation is indeed solid. Ordinary people may not be able to use the spear moves freely in ten years. In a few months, they have acquired half of them. Not to mention being unscrupulous in the world, he can be regarded as a well-known master of spear skills. "
The young man took out a cloth bag from his tattered clothes, and without paying much attention to it, he rubbed the coarse salt like flying snow onto the meat, completely ignoring the tiger that was always grinning beside him, but raised his head and headed towards the cave. Outside, a corner of the sky stretches.
"Moreover, how can I relax with such a stupid junior brother? He wants to have a hand in the discussion of life and death. I almost ended up with a completely useless cultivation. Most of the meridians in my body were broken. Now I don't know whether When I woke up, it turned out that the master had never left seclusion, and there were only five people in the mountain. Now that there is a stupid boy who is asleep and unconscious, Nangong Mountain is so deserted at the end of the year."
Having said that, the young man was not stingy. He cut off two of the fattest pieces of venison and threw them in front of the tiger. Although the latter was still twisting its whiskers and roaring, there was little food in its belly and it was already struggling to hold on. Although he hadn't made any move yet, his eyes couldn't stop glancing at the deer meat on the ground, quite hesitant.
Although the venison was quite spicy, the young man ate it expressionlessly, as if he were chewing wax. Only his cheeks were twitching, and nearly ten kilograms of venison had already gone into his stomach before half a stick of incense had been burned. , it seems that it is not much more elegant than the fierce tiger devouring meat.
Only when he was on the top of Shifeng did Zhao Ziyang know what it meant to endure hardships step by step. The senior gunman whom Li Huaian mentioned only hated to throw two or three steamed buns at him every day. Moreover, it was humid here, so the steamed buns could often be eaten. Glancing at six or seven clumps of green velvet like moss marks. But even so, the slovenly man with a gray beard still showed no mercy. If he was a little dissatisfied or his words were disrespectful, he would kick Zhao Ziyang halfway up the mountain and glance at the iron gun. The latter was ordered to penetrate the mountain rock with the tip of his spear and use his strength to climb to the top of the mountain, going back and forth several times a day.
Even though Zhao Ziyang knew that he would have to endure a lot of hardships when he came here to study, he couldn't help but feel resentful every time he saw the two people changing glasses and filling the table with delicacies. At the time of six or seven moves, the big gun was released, and he climbed five or six times to the stone peak.
Before setting foot in Nangong Mountain, Zhao Ziyang once felt that his ability to ridicule and scold him would earn him a high-level reputation. However, after entering Nangong Mountain, he often saw Wu Shuang's mouth blooming with lotus flowers, and his junior brother's spirit. To make a stroke, I couldn't help but feel quite ashamed, so I took off the two "Shang Shang" characters in front of the word "A". But after going up to the Cloud-Crossing Stone Peak, I heard about the man's reforms and humiliations all day long, and his accusations and insinuations. Even though I felt that the city's character was deep, it still made the man's face turn red. I couldn't hold it back many times, but still to no avail. In my mind, I took that first grade back one level and turned it into a pitiful second grade.
The young man had a lot of thoughts. It was rare that he went down the mountain today to fill his stomach with some meat to replenish his body, which was already vaguely visible. He practiced spear training hard in the mountains, and there was no time to breathe. Even at the time of receiving the letter that day, When I saw the two lines of writing at the end of the letter, my heart was not disturbed at all, but now thousands of thoughts are coming to me one after another.
There is a message at the end of the letter that the young man has lost four of the four realms, his sword energy has been pushed for hundreds of miles, the meridians all over his body have been damaged, and there is no trace left. He has been sleeping for ten days with no intention of waking up, and all his cultivation has been completely destroyed. It also needs to be re-cultivated. Whether it can be practiced again is still a matter of discussion.
Zhao Ziyang, who was wearing tattered clothes and had not changed out of them for many days, suddenly remembered that he had been training with guns during the mountain season. He was exhausted. After standing for a day at a time, he often felt that all his joints had fallen apart, and only one of his spines was still feeling. My junior brother would often send him some freshly grilled and shiny rabbit meat, and would often argue with his senior brother who was slumped on the bed, until he fell into a slumber, then he would go out and continue to watch the clouds and practice the sword. .
No one seemed to remember where the rabbit meat and herbs came from, but within a few months, there would be golden roasted rabbit on the table every day, but it was clear that the young man had been watching the clouds and practicing swordsmanship all day long, and he had no idea at all. There is no time left, only at night, when people are sleeping peacefully, they can have leisure.
Now that I think about it, it becomes clearer.
The tiger on the side devoured the deer meat, but saw the young man lifting the long copper-headed stick that made it fearful and flinching for no reason. He clenched it tightly in his rough palm, stood up, walked to the entrance of the cave, and struck with a stick. Smash it over the hole.
The sound of gold and iron shook, as if a powerful drumbeat exploded at the entrance of the cave.
A man with gray hair like an old ape in the forest cursed and jumped down from the entrance of the cave. He picked up a big gun, pointed at the nose of the young man in front of him and cursed, "Ten breaths ago, you should have known that there was someone outside the entrance of the cave. It may not make waves in the hands of a low hand, but if it were left in the hands of a master, you would have died two or three times. Look at the stick, the gun is not like a gun or a stick. With your talent and skill, when will you be able to do it? Get out of this dead world?"
"You will know if I am practicing right or wrong after you try it." Zhao Ziyang took a closer step, took three consecutive steps and suddenly stopped. The copper stick hit the man's eyebrows. Although the attack was heavy, it was actually a false move. He retreated. During the stick season, the waist and abdomen rotate sharply, and when the stick is swept, it is held tight with one hand. The force of the collapse makes the entire long stick resemble a crescent moon.
Zhao Ziyang had never used a feint before. Firstly, he was not very good at marksmanship and was unwilling to use such surprising tactics. Secondly, he was also very ambitious. He originally thought that even if he could not gain the upper hand, he would definitely not be inferior. Today's head start This feint attack really caught the man who looked as slovenly as an old ape unprepared, and he saw his body collapsing close to his waist.
But this hand did not hit the real point. The man rubbed his feet on the ground, gave up an inch of his waist and abdomen, and almost gave up this move. He turned the big gun in his hand, opened the head of the stick, and then picked up the tail of the gun with one hand and straightened it. As he approached the boundary facing Zhao Ziyang, it was difficult to find a way out.
But the latter used the strength of his waist to shorten his stature, raised his shoulders and back, and brought the stick back in front of him, raised his foot and kicked it up. The head of the stick was directed towards the man's chin, and the sound of wind was everywhere.
Both moves are made without giving in, and they are all dangerous moves that can kill people and injure their roots. The spears and sticks overlap like arms and fingers.
The man turned away from this dangerous move, raised his brows slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth. However, the spear move was still steady step by step, gradually overcoming the pressure. Even though Zhao Ziyang's spear and stick skills were clear from the bottom of his heart, he still If his foundation is not as solid as the one in front of him, he will be at a disadvantage without even a cup of tea, and it will be difficult for him to attack.
"This habit of being a member of the Xianjia sect has finally begun to bear fruit over the past few days." The man grinned, his long eyebrows trembling, "You disciples of the Xianjia sect will all be yourselves. As that godly master, I wish I could write the so-called righteousness on a square red cloth and tie it in front of my forehead, but in reality, I will throw it into the rivers and lakes. No matter how many deadly moves are despised by people, they are actually better than ordinary gun paths. many."
"When someone is about to take your life with swords and guns, you can't talk to others about it. This move is quite sinister and is especially resented by God. Let's compare again."
The man's gun moves passed by moment by moment, and he was still mumbling, "If the Xianjia sect is like an old cellar built on ice, if you hold your gun in place and make it have a solid foundation, I am the one who specializes in smashing ice and cracking edges." The red iron rod can turn your body from ice to water, making it mellow, transparent and permeable. Even if you meet the best gunman in the world since ancient times, you will have to rely on the boiling water of molten iron to burn your body. Come down with pieces of flesh and blood."
Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth. Such words, which he had heard for a while, were indeed worrying. Now that his mind was mixed, it sounded even more harsh. He actually took the initiative to withdraw the stick from his hand, and used his left rib to slam into the tip of the man's spear. Let it penetrate into the flesh, then lock the barrel of the gun with your left arm, suddenly lift the stick upright, and knock over the man in front of you.
Dozens of sticks poured down, either crushing, collapsing, picking up or stabbing. Dust and dust rose everywhere outside the tiger's den. The earth dragon turned over. New trees as thick as two arms were unable to stop them. The sticks fell down and exploded to pieces.
The young man pulled out the big gun, gritted his teeth and laughed, not caring about the gurgling blood flowing from the wound. His face was filled with ferocious joy.
"It seems that you have mastered the four characters of gun Chu Wuji that I taught you." The smoke dispersed, but the man still did not get up. He lay down where the fragments of flowers and trees were still blooming, and he wiped away the two lines of blood under his nose. , raised his head slightly to see the young man laughing ferociously, unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.
The thousand-pound tiger in the tiger's den was already as silent as a cicada, with yellow-green eyes flashing, not daring to take a step forward.
There is no evil in the heart, so there is no need to hold back in order to win.
All moves are made on the Yangguan Road, and the tide may not be clear in the chest.
The man with a gray beard stood up, kicked Zhao Ziyang, who finally let out some bad breath, and cursed, "I don't have a New Year's Eve dinner, so go back to Nangong Mountain and come back after resting."
"Keep in mind that the true intention has not changed, the means are the means, how can there be any distinction between good and evil, right and evil."
Zhao Ziyang stood up, covering the injury on his waist with difficulty, and looked at the man up and down, his face suddenly a little dejected.
"What? Are there lice on my body?"
"broken."
"What's wrong?"
"I see you are becoming more and more pleasing to the eyes of this old boy."
The gray-bearded man was about to curse when he saw Zhao Ziyang using the copper stick in his hand to clean the front of his clothes. He swallowed it forcefully, but then he cursed again.
The young man muttered, "The old man is in rags, so don't dirty the palms of my hands."
