Chapter 95 Variable Lin Family Gun

"What, Dalang's shooting is actually a hundred birds and a phoenix!" Lin Chong, who was drinking wine, sprayed out a whole bowl of wine with a "puff". As a martial artist who often practiced shooting, Lin Chong's strength naturally could not be underestimated. When he sprayed, he was shocked and surprised, and then attached nerves. The sprayed wine was directly atomized and flew out in the shape of a 270-degree fan, and Zhou Tian, who was sitting opposite Lin Chong, was naturally not spared. Even Zhou Tian reacted quickly, but he was still sprayed.

"Good wine... disgusting..." Zhou Tian wiped his face and said, "Brother, say hello next time you spray."

"Dalang, you didn't lie to your brother just now, did you?" Lin Chong was obviously too excited and grabbed Zhou Tian's hand across the table.

"Brother, you have to be sober. I'm Wu Dalang, not Lu Zhishen." Don't touch me. If you touch me, I will really hit you.

Let Lin Chong calm down a little, and Zhou Tian opened his mouth and said, "At the beginning, I met a fortune teller in a temple. This shooting method was taught me by him. When he left, he told me that this shooting method was created by a big landowner surnamed Tong at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his name was Hundred Birds and Phoenix."

"Last name is Tong..." Lin Chong frowned, and the marijuana trembled. After a long time, he said, "Tong Yuan... Gun Shen Tong Yuan, it's really the hundred birds and phoenix."

"Brother Lin Chong knows more. I remember that the surnamed Tong is a big landlord." Speaking of old man Tong, I really miss him, and of course, Zhao Yun.

"Okay, this hundred-year-old bird and phoenix that has been extinct for a hundred years actually still have descendants." Lin Chong loosened Zhou Tian's red hands and muttered, then picked up the wine jar and began to drink vigorously. After drinking a jar of wine, Lin Chong threw the wine jar and pulled up Zhou Tian to go out quickly. When the two rushed to the school yard, Lin Chong then let Zhou Tian go of "Brother Dalang, please put the hundred birds into the phoenix gun. It's good to demonstrate it with me.

"Good." Since Lin Chong has said so, can we still say no? As soon as Zhou Tian mentioned half of the Yangtze River in his hand, he practiced the hundred birds and phoenixes on the snow.

The Hundred Birds Chaofeng Shooting on Sunday has reached the level of Xiaocheng. It is reasonable to say that every time the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Shooting is used, it will be accompanied by the sound of birds singing. However, when he met Lin Chong yesterday, Zhou Tian was in a weak position, and every move would be disturbed by Lin Chong, so the speed of the gun has not reached the point of producing bird singing, and now it is now It was Zhou Tian who practiced the hundred birds Chaofeng alone, so the speed of the gun was quickly raised. In a short time, Zhou Tian's shooting practice reached the sound, and the speed of the gun also reached the point of producing a bird's song. Because Zhou Tian's rolling pin was replaced by a gun, the Weng's ringing produced by the hundred birds Chaofeng's shooting was no longer an unpleasant crow's call, but a real The sound of crisp birds.

Zhou Tian was practicing well, and Lin Chong was also serious. Needless to say, the expression on his face was self-scient, sometimes contemplating, sometimes entangled. In addition, the marijuana and the ups and downs are about to catch up with a TV series.

Lin Chong was not idle under his hand. While observing Zhou Tian's movements, he was compared with that, which was a standard image of martial arts idiot.

"What do you think of Brother Lin Chong?" After practicing on Sunday, he ran to Lin Chong's body and said on Lin Chong's face, which was still stunned.

"Why didn't the Dalang brothers practice?" Lin rushed back to his senses and said to Zhou Tian.

"My little brother's basic skills are not very solid, so this body can't support it for too long." I've practiced it twice, and I'm exhausted if I practice it again. You don't want to learn secretly while I'm demonstrating.

"In that case, Brother Dalang, thank you a little. Let's see how my Lin family's gun is." Lin Chong seemed to see what Zhou Tian was thinking and didn't say much. He carried the gun to the middle of the school yard and began to practice the Lin family's gun.

Lin Chong's Lin family gun is naturally much slower than that of birds and phoenixes, but this move is richer and more varied, and many of the changes in this shooting method are according to the surname, but it is just right. A single front thorn makes Lin Chong play a hundred kinds of tricks. In this way, Zhou Tian saw Lin yesterday. When he rushed to practice the gun, he just saw a fur, and now, Lin Chong has shown his skills.

This gun is complicated, and the time spent practicing this time is naturally not short. Even Zhou Tian is quite interested in this Lin family gun, but there is also a time when he is tired of it. However, when Lin Chong**'s robe was blown up by the wind, Zhou Tian's eyes were straight - don't get me wrong, Zhou Tian saw an ornament in Lin Chong's waist, as if ...Is an emerald Buddha.

"Is that thing in Lin Chong's hand?" I just saw a touch of emerald on Sunday, so I'm not sure. When Zhou Tian wanted to look carefully, the damn wind did not blow, but many of Lin Chong's movements still needed to be kicked, so Lin Chong's robe would not miss the opportunity to be lifted. However, the extent of the robe being lifted was not very large. Even at the low altitude of Zhoutian, he had to lie down to see it.

"It's really an emerald Buddha." Zhou Tian's head was stuck on the snow. Finally, in the process of Lin Chong's kicking, he saw the shock - Zhou Tian felt that his action was very obscene. He wanted to see his eldest daughter's words, but now he looks at the scenery under the skirt of a man...

"Brother Dalang, what are you doing?" After half an hour of practice, Lin Chong finally stopped. Even though Lin Chong practiced guns all year round, this half hour of practice still made Lin Chong a little breathless.

"Well..." Zhou Tian stood up awkwardly and made up a reason that he thought was reasonable. "I'm studying Lin Chong's shooting skills in an all-round way."

"Oh, what did the Dalang brothers get?" Lin Chong gasped and said.

"With all due respect, my brother's shooting moves are exquisite, but they are too complicated. If you want to practice..." Are you kidding, it will take more than an hour to practice by yourself. I don't know which life I will practice. It took me half a year for me to learn a radio body. You have so many shooting moves. How can I learn it? Don't say that when the time comes, you will learn hundreds of birds and phoenixes. My Lin family has learned less than 10 percent of the gun. We won't do the business that suffers losses.

"Brother Dalang is worried too much. The cultivation trick of my Lin family gun is the method of change. This change is arbitrary. Therefore, as long as the Dalang brother masters the method of change, it is up to the Dalang brothers themselves to decide what kind of move they want to change. As for the number of moves, it depends on how many moves Dalang has in his heart. Yes, and what I just practiced is just Lin Chong's own change.

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