There are no other people in the back garden, the wind is gentle and the sun is shining, and the leaves are rustling. Deng Mao came well prepared, picked an open and bright place, threw a spear to Guo Chuanlin, lifted one himself, and used it three times in front and five times in back to activate his muscles and bones. The gun was brought by him from the army. It was a steel gun measuring two feet long and made of red tasseled beef tendon wood. It took three years to make it. Although it was not a famous product, it was rare to see.
"I heard from Magistrate He that you are interested in joining the army to earn a future?"
Guo Chuanlin weighed the spear and shook it slightly. The tendon wood whined and trembled. The spear head shook wildly and turned into a shadow. When he stretched out his hand, the barrel of the spear suddenly stopped and did not move at all.
Deng Mao's eyes narrowed and he praised: "What a good method!"
Guo Chuanlin said slowly: "A man is a hero in life and a hero in death. He lives in troubled times and is surrounded by dangers. It is the time for a man to make contributions. He can achieve military success with a sword and a gun on the battlefield. He is full of blood and has a good head. I hope General Deng will not hesitate to promote him!"
Deng Mao grinned and said, "Come on, let's compete first and see how good Coach Guo's skills are with his spear!"
The ancestors of the Deng family passed down the 18-way marksmanship, with wide opening and closing, and strict laws. This method of marksmanship was originally used to charge into battle and take the heads of generals out of millions of troops, just like searching a bag to retrieve objects. It was passed to Zhenyuan General Deng Pu, and many subtle changes were added, which were kept secret. The Deng family has been important officials of the imperial court for generations. They follow the instructions of their ancestors and never set foot in the martial arts world. They have no chance to compete with various factions. However, according to the judgment of friends, the 18th Route Deng family gun is "unique in the martial arts world" and can be called a unique skill.
To be fair, Deng Mao put a lot of effort into practicing this style of marksmanship, which is steady, accurate, ruthless, powerful and steady, and a tiger with a strong wind. But spears are different from swords. Long weapons are more suitable for horse fighting, fighting on the battlefield, and fighting alone on the plains. His moves are a bit sluggish. Although Guo Chuanlin is not familiar with marksmanship, he can move forward and retreat calmly and deal with it calmly.
Deng Mao performed all the 18 marksmanships from beginning to end, and finally gave a loud shout. Holding the gun in one arm, he lunged forward and stabbed, shaking out seven or eight spear heads, hesitating in the cold light. Guo Chuanlin's eyes were so sharp. He raised the gun and pressed the tip of the gun. The red tassel was tangled and tightly tangled. Relying on his extraordinary physical strength, Deng Mao struck hard with his left hand and pressed down his right arm. The barrel of the gun bent into an arc, tearing off the red tassel and flicking it towards Guo Chuanlin's throat like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
This spear shot three feet in front of him. Guo Chuanlin's door was wide open. Seeing that there was no way to resolve it, he reluctantly raised the barrel of the gun to parry. It seemed slow but fast. Silently, it broke into three pieces. Unable to hold back its force for a moment, it fell forward.
Guo Chuanlin hurriedly withdrew his gun, took half a step forward to support Deng Mao, and said, "General Deng, please forgive me!"
In military competitions of martial arts, victory or defeat is a common thing. Deng Mao did not feel dissatisfied and praised: "Good kung fu! Instructor Guo is superb in qigong, and Deng is willing to be defeated. His grandma's knees are so soft that they don't look like his own!"
Guo Chuanlin said: "General Deng is too modest. A ruler is short but an inch is strong. The general's marksmanship can defeat thousands of enemies. He can charge into the formation and be invincible, but it is not conducive to fighting on foot."
Deng Mao glanced at him and said: "That's right. The Deng family's marksmanship is different from that of martial arts. Each has its own strengths. However, Coach Guo's martial arts is not a 'three-legged cat' or a 'miscellaneous'. It's ordinary martial arts." This character is far from your match."
Guo Chuanlin said: "I have been through many life-and-death battles, so my skills are familiar. Just like a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time, he always has some means to save his life."
Deng Mao glanced at him, without saying anything, and suggested: "The Han army has recruited many martial arts heroes, claiming to be a famous sect, and they are arrogant. Deng is really disgusted with them. Is Coach Guo interested in fighting with them?" Let’s compete and frustrate the other generation’s arrogance?”
Is this a private solicitation, or is he using him as a gunman? Guo Chuanlin hesitated for a moment and said, "It's bad to ruin other people's face, right?"
"What does it matter? Everyone is treated equally in the Han army's martial arts field. There is never any distinction between superiority and inferiority! I won't let you work in vain. You can gain a fortune and a reputation. Wouldn't it be better to be a private soldier under Deng? Chang Zhiliu?”
It seems that it is not easy to meet Deng Quji. The prefect does not have enough face, so he can only settle for the next best thing and use his brain to find ways to deal with Deng Mao. Guo Chuanlin inserted the steel spear into the soil, raised his hand and said with a smile: "What General Deng said is absolutely true!"
Deng Mao took the initiative to recruit Guo Chuanlin, but in fact he had other plans.
Deng Quji, the young general of Deng, commanded the Han army and was powerful in all directions. He was able to take the general's head out of millions of troops, just like searching for something. However, except for the marksmanship handed down from his ancestors, he kept secrets. He never taught his son a single move. Deng Mao has always wanted to know. , did my father hide some of his skills in pressing the bottom of the box? Instructor Guo has superb qigong and outstanding marksmanship. When fighting with him, his father must not hide his secrets. He was a little moved and thought about finding an opportunity to persuade his father and consider whether this person could be reused.
"General Deng, it's getting late. The prefect must be anxious about waiting. Let's go to the front hall first and discuss it later when we have the opportunity."
"Okay, it's a deal!" Deng Mao called his soldiers, put away the broken gun, took Guo Chuanlin's hand and said: "Instructor Guo is a good martial artist, and being a boxing and stick instructor next to the prefect is indeed a bit humiliating."
Guo Chuanlin said: "I am a man from a humble background. Thanks to the magistrate for his promotion, I am extremely grateful."
Deng Mao was quite satisfied with him. He had great martial arts skills, good conversational skills, self-awareness, and did not forget his roots. He was much better than those high-flying gangsters.
The two parted happily that night. Before leaving, Deng Mao handed Guo Chuanlin a waist badge and told him to go to Jiangdu Camp to find him as soon as possible when he had time.
It was late at night, and when Guo Chuanlin returned to the small courtyard, Li Qixian came forward to greet him. He smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, frowned and said, "Did you go drinking?"
"Prefect He invited a Han army general named Deng Mao to a banquet and asked me to accompany him and have a few more drinks." Guo Chuanlin picked her up and sat on his lap, smelling the aroma of her neck, reluctant to let go. Li Qixian was a little embarrassed. He half pushed and half struggled, then laid his face on his chest and sighed softly.
"Tomorrow I will go to the Jiangdu camp to defect to Deng Mao and find a way to meet Deng Quji, the coach of the Han army."
"Then what's the relationship between Deng Mao and Deng Quji?" Li Qixian felt his hand caressing her waist, gently twisting it slowly, and then inserted it into her little clothes, wantonly and frivolously.
"He is Deng Quji's youngest son."
Li Qixian was a little flustered. He held down his big hand and said calmly: "It's better to go into battle as a father-son soldier under Deng Mao than... to be a boxing and stick instructor!"
Guo Chuanlin kept the true purpose of this trip a secret from her, unwilling to make it clear. He avoided the important and said lightly: "Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The Jiangdu camp will only be more dangerous than Yangzhou City."
"What?" Li Qixian stood up straight and opened his eyes wide.
"Deng Mao has other motives for recruiting. I have no other motive for joining him. I just want to get what I want. This is a gamble. Winner or loser depends on his destiny..."
Li Qixian knew that he was hiding something from her. She had asked many times, and her junior brother always smiled and did not miss a word. She knew in her heart that asking too much would only lead to bad things, and she could not help him much, but he When a person is left in danger, the feeling is like a poisonous snake biting his heart. It is very uncomfortable. She was silent for a long time and said anxiously: "Can't you... not go?"
Guo Chuanlin laughed and asked: "Instead of going to Jiangdu Camp, you will continue to stay in Yangzhou City?"
Li Qixian bit her lip and said, "Let's elope!" Under the flickering candlelight, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were flowing, and she was indescribably charming.
"Too late."
"What's too late?"
Guo Chuanlin said quietly: "Those who have traveled a hundred miles are half-ninety. The arrow is on the string and must be fired. Don't you want to take revenge? You can forget everything, but hatred cannot be forgotten!"
"...Okay, then go ahead! If you die, I won't live alone!" Li Qixian put his arms around the back of his neck and put his trembling lips on his cheek.
The hot breath and fierce heartbeat are as intoxicating as mellow wine. Guo Chuanlin thought to himself: "The world is unpredictable, life is like nothing, a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the beauty is in my arms. God will treat me well after all..."
