Chapter 32 Beginner's Gunway

"Isn't it boxing practice today?"

An Bochen said suspiciously.

"What's the point of practicing boxing? If you go to the battlefield in the future, you can't rely on a seven-foot long knife in your hand."

Huo Chuanyun looked around and saw that there was no one. He pulled up An Bochen and walked to the fence.

"I learned about the long knife, the knife man, and the commander of a hundred soldiers. Yun'er has wanted to be the grand marshal of the battlefield like her grandfather since she was a child."

Turning over his hand and pulling out a long knife, Huo Chuanyun whispered. In the moonlight, the teenager squeezed his mouth, and there was a faint loneliness in his bronze eyes.

An Bochen saw it seriously and sighed in his heart.

Although Yun'er rarely gets along with others, after all, he was born in the government and is knowledgeable. He must also know that he can't walk freely like a normal person, let alone fight with the army led by Duke Huo. Even so, he still retains a glimmer of hope and obsession.

"An Bochen, accompany me to practice Taoism skills, okay?"

A young man's voice came to his ear. An Bochen looked up. In the moonlight, Huo Chuanyun raised a long knife. The knife was much higher than him, but he stood steadily, more straight than the knife, and his temperament also quietly changed. His expression was solemn and majestic.

"Good."

With a little hesitation, An Bochen nodded and agreed.

Maybe there is some sympathy for the young master of the Huo family who didn't need his sympathy, or maybe he saw too many golden horses and swords on the stage. Tonight, he saw a row of weapons placed in front of him, and An Bochen was fascinated.

"There are countless types of weapons in the world, about four or five hundred kinds."

Seeing that An Bochen was looking at a row of weapons and didn't know which one to choose, Huo Chuanyun grinned and explained to him.

"However, on the horse-back battlefield, the most practical are only 18 kinds, such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, machetes, hammers, grabs, pliers, sticks, sticks, crutches and meteor hammers. These 18 kinds of weapons are only a general name, and there are many famous ones under them, such as long knives, short knives, simple knives and horse knives, etc.

When it comes to weapons, Huo Chuanyun spoke more and more smoothly, and his bronze eyes sparkled, reflecting his teenager's face a little clumsiness.

"An Bochen, which one do you like?"

Looking at Mr. Lin's weapon, An Bochen only felt dizzy and subconsciously held the long gun beside him.

So you like to use guns! Well, the gun is the king of hundreds of soldiers, but the gun is not easy to master.

Seeing that An Bochen had "selected" the weapon, Huo Chuanyun looked happy, and he didn't care about the stunned An Bochen. He patted his right hand on the fence, and the silver gun flew out of the mud.

"In the 18 kinds of weapons, the gun lane is more difficult to learn and not easy to master. As the saying goes, New Year's boxing, Yuebang, and long-term practice of guns are exactly this truth. However, there are many ways to shoot. If you can learn it well, a silver gun is enough to defeat thousands of troops and horses, so you have the title of King of Hundred Soldiers.

Listening to Huo Chuanyun's tireless explanation to himself, An Bochen's heart was warm. He looked at the long gun inserted upside down at his feet, hesitated for a moment, and reached out and pulled it up.

The gun is more than half a body taller than him, but unlike what he imagined, An Bochen didn't feel heavy in his hand.

"An Bochen, you are also very powerful."

He looked at An Bochen, who was learning to lift his long gun and stood firmly with a tight face. Huo Chuanyun said happily, but then frowned.

He majored in long knives, and the rest of the weapons can also be used with two hands, but the gunway needs to be practiced year after year. He only knows a general idea about the gunway and is not proficient in it. And An Bochen obviously doesn't know how to use a gun. He looks good, but he doesn't even hold the gun. How can he practice with himself?

"Four-finger gun, index finger to support it."

A deep voice came from the back of the side. An Bochen's heart jumped and he looked back. It was not the Duke of Huo.

The old man in armor turned out from behind the tree, and was followed by a man who was nearly 30 years old. It was the general who led the cavalry to attack An Bochen by Wangjun Lake that day. Seeing this, An Bochen was stunned. Just as he was about to salute, he felt that the long gun in his hand suddenly trembled and fell into the hands of the Duke of Huo the next moment.

"The shooting technique is mainly to block, hold and prick. Although it is the most basic skill, it doesn't take several years to understand the essentials. For example, piercing a gun, flat and fast, straight out and straight in, reaching the tip of the gun, piercing a line of the gun, the gun out of the water like a diving dragon, and shrinking the gun like a tiger entering the hole.

With that, Duke Huo gently picked up the silver gun, opened his footwork, and his eyes drooped, but a trace of fine light flashed.

Although he didn't know why Duke Huo made a point, An Bochen also wanted to learn marksmanship at this time, so he stared at Duke Huo attentively.

The vigorous five fingers suddenly clenched. Duke Huo suddenly raised his head, turned his right hand gently, and scolded. The sound was like a thunderstorm. Before An Bochen came to recover, the shot had been straight out. It really came out like a latent dragon out of the water, and the tiger entered the hole. More than ten feet away, An Bochen still felt a cold wind on his face, and the pores shrank up and down all over his body, and his heart beat. Hurry up.

Duke Huo's shot came out, which was completely different from what was described in the play. There was no such thing as a tsunami and earth collapse, but An Bochen saw it seriously. At the moment of shooting, the air in all directions seemed to tremble gently. The silence and tranquility in the courtyard were smashed by his straight shot. As soon as he went forward, he was bound to get it. .

In a faint time, An Bochen seemed to have some understanding, but he was still ignorant.

"Okay, give it a try. There are also the difference between upper level, middle level and lower level. It specializes in stabbing the enemy's upper, middle and lower Sandantian. Taking Zhongping as the key method, there is a medium-level gun, but Zhongdantian is the most difficult to resist.

With that, Duke Huo threw the long gun back to An Bochen, stood with his hands behind his back, and said nothing more.

He picked up the long gun, and the Duke of Huo and the member's eyes were like a light on his back, which made An Bochen very uncomfortable.

"An Bochen, Grandpa, this is the first foreign humanitarian skill. You can try it quickly."

The young man's happy voice came. An Bochen smiled, but he thought about it in his heart. Duke Huo still regarded himself as an enemy last night and just wanted to kill him quickly, but now he seems to be a different person and even mentioned his shooting essentials. Why is this?

...... Maybe it's to make your grandchildren happy.

No more thinking about it, An Bochen picked up the long gun, wrapped it with four fingers, and gently held it with his index finger. He recalled the shot of Huo Guoshi, and then took a deep breath and stabbed it out suddenly.

As soon as his arm was stretched out, his strength was not enough. The gun was stabbed crooked, and even An Bochen staggered forward.

After finally stopping the gun, An Bochen blushed and smiled awkwardly at Huo Chuanyun.

"Don't panic, Bochen, try again. The footwork should be fast and steady, the arms should be flat, and the strength should be gathered in the front line.

Huo Chuanyun did not laugh. He looked at his grandfather nervously, recalled the essentials of shooting, and comforted.

An Bochen nodded, and the shot of the talented Duke Huo came to his mind. Then he stepped on his feet, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and condensed. He opened his eyes for a long time, but a trace of bitterness floated in his mouth. If it was true, the state of fetal breath was not as easy to enter as before.

His heart moved, but An Bochen remembered what the Water God said to her at the time of parting - he needed to call them often.

The so-called command is probably to run the innate fire and invisible water, An Bochen secretly said in his heart.

As soon as the mind moved, the water and fire hidden in the two acupuncture points of Shenque and Mingmen slowly flowed out, swimming around the lower Dantian, flowing up along the eight strange meridians, crossing the upper Dantian, and flowing into An Bochen's arms.

A flash of fire flashed in his eyes. An Bochen clenched his right hand, stepped forward, and stabbed out suddenly.

Although this shot is much more stable than before, it can't stop falling halfway and still fails. The tiger-toothed teenager on the opposite side felt a little sorry, but the gun was stabbed out, but An Bochen had a clear understanding in his heart. The water and fire flowed between his arms and had not dispersed for a long time.

Closing his eyes again, An Bochen calmed down. Although he could not enter the fairy mansion, he was repeatedly practicing the gun of Duke Huo in his mind.

Looking at An Bochen, who closed his eyes and meditated, Duke Huo didn't say much. After a long time, he turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, the pair of knife-like eyebrows suddenly jumped, turned around, and the Duke of Huo looked away.

Under the moonlight, the young man in green slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with fire, but he was full of resoluteness.

He stepped forward, took the gun, pulled back, exerted his knees, clenched his five fingers, took a deep breath, and then stabbed forward.

This shot was stabbed out, Huo Guogong's pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The body of the gun seems to be connected with An Bochen's arm. The gun is flat and straight, and the footsteps, but the tip of the gun is still on the line, like a python coming out of the hole.

The tranquility and peace in the backyard were broken again, but this time, it came from An Bochen.

Looking at Huo Chuanyun, who was happy on the opposite side, An Bochen's cheeks were slightly red. He put down his gun and smiled shyly.

"This shot is sloppy. Piercing the gun is the basic way of the gun. In addition, there are collapse, point, wear, split, circle, pick, pick and so on. There is a book "Speaking Gun" in my study, and someone will be sent to Moyun Tower tomorrow."

There was no emotional voice in Huo's ear. An Bochen turned around and only saw the backs of the two people who were far away.

"This son can master the essentials with only three shots, and he is also very talented in the gunway. Does the master want to choose a deputy general for Master Yun in the future?"

Huo Xiaosan didn't ask until he was far away.

Duke Huo did not answer. He looked up at the night sky and said for a long time.

"If I go, would you like to assist Yun'er?"

Hearing the words, Huo Xiaosan's face changed greatly. He looked at the old man who had not been defeated in the court or on the battlefield for more than 20 years. For a long time, his eyes were slightly dark, he knelt on one knee and held his fist.

"The mistress has been favored by his father-in-law in this life, and it is difficult for him to repay him."

Looking deeply at the red-faced and complicated-looking general, the Duke of Huo pondered, reached out to help him up and said.

"If one day I am not here, you need to do your best to protect the young master. As for that An Bochen..."

The cold moonlight sprinkled the old man's entangled eyebrows. After a long time, he said word for word.

"When Yun'er comes out of the city safely, he will be killed immediately."

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The autumn night in Liujing has always been quiet, but this autumn is different from the past. There are few people who can sleep peacefully in 70 miles of Liujing...