When Yang Zhao finished her trick and stood up with her gun back, she didn't blush or breath, as if she had spent no effort.

These days, she practices the Sanqing Zhengyang Meridian and undergoes high-intensity training. Not only has her appetite increased, but her strength and endurance have also increased a lot.

Liu Zhengxia, who was standing next to him, nodded slightly and asked, "Have you been learning this gun for at least half a year?"

Yang Zhao: "I studied for more than ten days."

This time, he was really a little surprised.

"Newbies can't even do all the moves, and all their moves are hesitant. How come you are a genius at learning guns?"

Yang Zhao's face was calm: "How can I be a genius? I just have to work hard."

If she could win a few more people in the competition, she would be able to eliminate Fang Shuli earlier, so she could only fight hard.

She put the gun back on the weapons rack and walked back.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Liu Zhengxia's eyes. "If that's the case, it should be. But your talent is indeed very good. Even if the average person wants to work hard, without this talent, he won't even have the chance to work hard. You can also see that the elder who taught you is a

A rigorous person."

Liu Zhengxia picked a long gun from the weapons rack and walked to the center of the school field.

"You only have a short time to learn how to shoot. It's the time when you are laying the foundation. I have nothing to teach you. I'll show you a trick to open your eyes."

Liu Zhengxia stood still with the gun in hand, then lightly tapped the tip of the gun, and practiced following the movement of the gun.

At first, he could see every move clearly. As time went by, his movements became faster and faster, and his spear danced like a whistle.

Slowly, the shadow of the gun could no longer be seen clearly, and only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Hoo, ho, chi chi, ho, ho, ho!

If the gun in Yang Zhao's hand is a performance prop for the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting, with standardized movements and beautifully practiced movements, then the gun in Liu Zhengxia's hand is like a swimming dragon, with teeth and claws spread out to choose and devour anyone.

Everyone present was dazzled and delighted to see it, and their hearts were yearning for it.

After a while, Liu Zhengxia collected his moves and stood up, with a happy expression on his face. He looked at the juniors in the field and said, "Is there anyone who wants to learn? If you want to learn, I will teach you."

The children who were full of excitement just now are all waving their hands.

Liu Zhengxia frowned slightly, didn't say anything, put up his posture, and practiced again.

Yang Zhao asked Miss Ruojuan in a low voice with some curiosity.

"Why doesn't anyone in your family want to learn how to shoot?"

Miss Ruojuan tilted her head and bit her ear.

"Learning a gun is difficult and takes up too much time. It is better to practice the exercises and gain more benefits."

Yang Zhao nodded, the old saying always holds some truth.

Liu Zhengxia stopped and stood up, throwing the gun back into the weapons rack.

"Did you understand those tricks just now? What is the essential difference between my shooting skills and yours?"

Essential difference?

Yang Zhao was a little confused, recalling the two people's moves and thinking hard.

"I can tell that your marksmanship is suitable for fighting and has murderous intent."

"Hahahahaha! Yes, you have understanding."

Liu Zhengxia circled half a circle around Yang Zhao.

"Since something forces you to fight desperately, you must be prepared to kill people. This gun is not for people to see on the stage. It is for eating people. I left you a little something. If you don't like it, come tomorrow.

Find me."

After he finished speaking, he left, and the others dispersed naturally.

Yang Zhao was a little confused: What a little thing, why didn’t she see it?

Miss Ruojuan took Yang Zhao back to her yard and reassured her softly: "Since my father said he would stay, he must have it, and it is probably unacceptable to ordinary people. If you can't help it, you must come early and don't delay.

"

Yang Zhao nodded, chatted with her for a few more words, and then left.

When she got home, she told Shen Ruoyu what happened, and her master looked at her carefully.

"It should be that he has some memories of learning to practice guns. Here, the elders like to teach the younger ones, and they all like to do this."

When Yang Zhao heard this, he felt relieved and started another day of training.

Little did she know that she had let go of Shao Zao, but she realized in her sleep that night that it was not the memory of practicing gun training at all, but the memory of him holding a long gun to kill people.

Her dream was filled with blood-colored thick fog, and a huge gun shadow darted left and right in the fog. It was extremely brave. Although there were many opponents, none of them were the enemy of this gun shadow.

The tip of the gun shot forward and penetrated the heart. The tail of the gun flicked back and smashed someone's head. Wherever it passed, blood flowed into rivers and corpses piled up in mountains.

Yang Zhao seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up despite struggling. He could only watch the murder process in detail.

Even in the end, she had a feeling that the gun was in her own hands.

It wasn't Liu Zhengxia who was killing people, it was Yang Zhao who was killing people.

Early in the morning, he suddenly woke up from a nightmare. Without even wearing a coat, he rolled open the door and threw him into a corner, where he vomited.

There was nothing in my stomach initially, but in the end all I vomited was bitter water.

Shen Ruoyu suddenly appeared next to Yang Zhao, made a seal with one hand, and shouted softly: "Purify your heart!"

Yang Zhao felt a chill flowing down from her brain, finally soothing her from vomiting.

She was breathing heavily, and Shen Ruoyu asked with a face full of hesitation: "What did he do in that memory?"

Yang Zhao shook his head, finally suppressing his panic.

"It's not about shooting guns, it's about killing people. I should have expected it. He told me yesterday that if you want to fight desperately, you must be prepared to kill people."

Shen Ruoyu: "Are you afraid of trying to force the seedlings to grow? Come on, Taoist Master, I will accompany you to ask for an explanation. Do you really think there is no one in our Yunyang Temple? No one dares to bully you."

"Master, Master, I also have good intentions."

Shen Ruoyu: "What's better? I finally understand. He is the warrior in the army. Only they like to do this kind of thing! What we Taoists practice is to follow your heart naturally. How can you be exposed to these things when you just start practicing? !What if you change your temperament?"

Yang Zhao saw his excited expression and could only stop him and try to persuade him.

"Master, if you feel that these are not good for me, I will go to him today and ask him to remove this thing for me, so that you won't get angry."

Shen Ruoyu frowned and looked at her and asked, "How do you feel when you see those memories?"

Yang Zhao: "It's disgusting and makes me want to vomit. I feel like he killed too many people and I'm very scared. But you said he was from the army, so I feel like it's okay."

"Huh?" Shen Ruoyu seemed to see a stranger: "How can it be okay?"

Yang Zhao: "He is a soldier, so he will inevitably go to the battlefield. There cannot be a woman's kindness on the battlefield. If you don't kill him, he will kill you. So I think it's okay."

Shen Ruoyu's face changed greatly and asked: "How can you, a girl in a boudoir, think about these things? Is the current Chi County China a place of war?"
Chapter completed!