He is extremely proficient in power manipulation. He originally used the Heartless Sleeve to control the wind, but switched it to a gun. Although the weapons are different, the principle is similar.
He hurriedly said: "Teach me, come again!"
"Okay!" As soon as Zhang Jiaoxi finished speaking, the tip of the spear turned into a bit of cold light and reached the center of his eyebrows in an instant. The spear was like a straight line and as fast as a swimming dragon. It was the most basic stab.
Li Muchan twisted his long knife and wrapped it around the tip of the gun, trying to trap it so that it could not use force.
Unexpectedly, the spear retracted as quickly as a gecko, and the long knife suddenly missed. Instead, a suction force was generated, pulling the long knife.
The long sword was about to move, trying to break free from his control. Li Muchan hurriedly took a step forward to eliminate the pulling force, and rushed forward, trying to get closer.
The spear swept away and turned into a long stick to stop him. Li Muchan could only slash at it and use the momentum to retreat.
The two of them were fighting with swords and guns, and Li Muchan was at a disadvantage. He used his exquisite sword skills to chop, swing, chop, stab, and carry to the fullest, but he still couldn't change the situation.
Teacher Zhang's marksmanship looked simple and unpretentious, and he took advantage of him. No matter how hard Li Muchan tried, he still kept him away and wouldn't let him get close.
Either blocking, holding, or piercing, these three movements are just right inside and outside.
After fighting for a long time, Professor Zhang suddenly paused, took a step back, and said, "Hold on, let's switch sides, you use the gun, you use the knife."
Li Muchan nodded hurriedly. Relying on the weapon's strength, Zhang Jiaoxi had the advantage. He was an inch shorter and an inch more dangerous. In the past, he was extremely light and did not care too much about length, but now it determines success or failure.
Holding the spear in his hand, he recalled the moves made by Professor Zhang just now, waved them lightly a few times, and made a few basic postures. The wind blew and the gunfire was brilliant.
In the dark sky, a bright moon appeared unknowingly. The moonlight was as bright as water. Zhang Jiaoxi lit several more torches. In addition, the two people's eyesight was as good as daytime.
Li Muchan held a gun in his hand, and the feeling of flesh and blood emerged again. He smiled slightly: "Teach me, please——!"
"Be careful!" Zhang Jiaoxi snorted, and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed. He stepped forward, raised the knife with both hands, and slashed straight down.
This strike was as powerful as a thousand pieces of stone, and its momentum was as powerful as a rainbow.
Li Muchan's heart was as calm as water, and his spear was like a dragon or a cave, entangling him.
The tip of the spear turned into a silver flower, surrounding the long knife, "Ding, ding, ding..." A series of sounds of gold and iron rang out, and Li Muchan felt his palms go numb, and domineering power came from the body of the gun.
Li Muchan shook slightly, and the gun body trembled, dispelling the domineering power on the gun. Zhang Jiaoxi showed an approving look, and his swords were like lightning and thunderbolts, and he kept attacking.
Li Muchan swung his gun, squeezed or blocked it, and blocked it out. The gun was powerful and overbearing. He tried hard to defuse it, but he still felt numbness in his palms.
Zhang Jiaoxi laughed loudly and slashed wildly with his sword, which was unstoppable. Li Muchan had no choice but to use brute strength, using his spear as a long stick, and the shadow of the stick filled the sky.
The two quickly separated. Zhang Jiaoxi looked at him and said with a smile: "You boy, you are very strong, not bad. It's a pity that you are not good at marksmanship. Otherwise, with your strength, I would not be able to defeat you!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "My martial arts skills are superb, and I am not as good as him."
Professor Zhang shook his head and said with a smile: "Talent is very important in martial arts in our army. You are extremely powerful and you have taken advantage of it. Practice hard and you will soon become a fierce general!"
Then, he waved his hand and turned around. Li Muchan pondered for a long time on the martial arts training ground, then raised his spear and continued practicing.
He felt that his basic skills were not enough to eliminate the shock of the gun body. This was too energy-consuming and definitely not the right way. There should be a trick.
The secret lies in the experience with guns.
In the days that followed, he calmed down, got up in the morning and went for a run in his armor, had breakfast, rode a horse for a while, developed a relationship with Chi Ying, and then practiced the Flying Bear Palm Technique.
In the afternoon, I spent half the time practicing swordsmanship and the other half practicing spears. I stood quietly with the gun and gradually experienced the power of the gun.
As his experience deepened, he found it more and more interesting and immersed himself in it.
Zhang Jiaoxi taught him with all his heart. After he could become one with the gun, he started to learn marksmanship, and he mastered it quickly. The moves were not important, the key was the training of basic skills.
In the evening, after everyone had rested, Zhang Jiaoxi was sparring with Li Muchan. Both of them held guns and pressed each other against each other, which was called a match.
Using a gun to sense the opponent's strength and then taking advantage of it is a basic skill. If you practice it well, you can directly hit the opponent's weapon as soon as you touch it, and one move can solve the problem.
Therefore, the wonder of spear technique, the king of a hundred weapons, lies in its powerful power. Compared with it, sword technique is like a small snake and a dragon, with a huge difference in power.
However, among all weapons, marksmanship is the most difficult to practice. At least the two steps of getting started, even if ordinary people practice for ten or eight years, it is difficult to meet the requirements.
Li Muchan practiced for a few days, and suddenly realized that the people around him were practicing spears, but unlike him, they did not practice spear piles, but only practiced one style, which was the front thrust.
After practicing their sword skills, they began to practice their marksmanship. Each person stabbed a straw man a thousand times before completing the task.
There are about two hundred people, and I am the only one practicing marksmanship.
He practiced three forms of marksmanship, stood on the gun stand, and even competed with Professor Zhang.
One night, after he finished practicing the gun with Coach Zhang, he finished building up his strength. He was dripping with sweat and slowly returned to the tent. When he saw the lights, he felt warm in his heart.
In the past few days, he has been a little homesick, missing his parents, his eldest brother, second sister and sister-in-law, as well as his master, senior sisters and juniors in Canghai Mountain.
After practicing every night, he would feel lonely. However, as soon as he entered the tent and saw Zhao Shengli and the four others, he couldn't help but feel warm, and the loneliness disappeared without a trace. He talked and laughed with them.
He entered the tent, and Zhao Shengli was sitting cross-legged on the couch, frowning, reading a book. When he saw him coming in, he hurriedly put down the book and let out a long breath.
Li Muchan laughed, and Zhao Shengli looked at the rough man, who did not look like a scholar, but he had been holding a military book all day long, reading it like he was taking medicine.
Feng Dakun was cleaning the knife, very carefully, as if caressing his lover, his expression was so focused that he turned a deaf ear to the sound of footsteps.
Cai Yuzhang is writing a letter with a smile on his face.
Li Baolu was sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding an embroidery needle and concentrating on embroidering flowers.
Zhao Shengli stretched himself out and hummed enviously: "Monk, you are so lucky to have Teacher Zhang teach you how to teach marksmanship. How are you doing?"
"We're still far from it." Li Muchan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and asked: "Boss Zhao, why don't everyone practice marksmanship and only practice one style?"
"Humph, if Mr. Zhang doesn't teach, what will we do?" Zhao Shengli snorted dissatisfied.
Feng Dakun raised his head and said: "Thinking about those two levels is as difficult as climbing to the sky. No one has passed it, so everyone can only learn one move."
"Monk, you are so awesome!" Li Baolu put down his embroidery support and said with a smile: "You are the first to pass the two levels!"
"There's no one else?" Li Muchan wondered.
Cai Yuzhang put down his pen and rubbed his wrist: "Monk, we are cavalry. We mainly practice riding and archery... and marksmanship. One move is enough!"
Li Muchan frowned. He thought there were many people who knew how to shoot, but now it seems that he is the only one in the entire Xiaoqi camp.
Zhao Shengli said: "Monk, most marksmanship can only be learned by generals. We are just small soldiers, how can we have that ability?"
Li Baolu chuckled and said: "The monk has learned marksmanship and will become a general in the future!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head, took a wooden basin and got a basin of water from the bucket, and sat on the couch to wash his feet.
Zhao Shengli said: "Being a general, you have to have that fate!...How many capable people have bad luck on the battlefield and die faster!...Monk, you have to focus on practicing palm skills, that's how you can save your life.
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"Not bad!" Cai Yuzhang nodded, sat next to his couch, and said solemnly: "Our palm technique is infinitely mysterious. It is not just a move, but a training of internal strength! ... With internal strength, your strength will become stronger and your body will be stronger.
, it’s easier to survive on the battlefield!”
Li Baolu nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, monk, you are very strong. Once you practice the Flying Bear Palm Technique, you will be even stronger!"
"Okay!" Li Muchan nodded. He did have some insights from practicing the Flying Bear Palm Technique these days.
He discovered that as he practiced the Flying Bear Palm Technique, traces of heat flowed through his limbs and bones, like threads, very weak, but real.
His inner vision was clear and he could see clearly that this was the inner Qi, but it was so weak that it was difficult to detect it unless he had a keen sense.
From this point of view, it is indeed feasible to cultivate internal strength through moves.
He observed carefully, trying to figure out which meridians the internal force would flow through for each move. However, the situation now was strange. The internal force did not flow along the meridians, but traveled everywhere in the body.
The inner strength is like a fish, and the body is like the sea. It seems that everywhere is the sea, and the fish can swim around at will.
The internal force of folk martial arts is also like a fish, but its meridians are rivers. These fish can only swim along the river, but cannot move around the body at will.
This fully demonstrates the difference between the two internal forces.
He has a clear internal vision. It is not difficult to figure out how the internal energy flows after each movement, but there is only a rough idea, and it cannot be precise. He needs to cultivate deeper.
He saw the possibility of practicing the Nine Turns of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. If he continued like this and figured out the relationship between movements and internal force, he could practice the Nine Turns of the Marrow Washing Sutra.
He practiced flying bear paw all morning, spear gun all afternoon, and practiced sparring with Professor Zhang in the evening. His marksmanship progressed very quickly, and his use of force became more and more perfect.
Teacher Zhang studied hard and Li Muchan studied hard. Before he knew it, time passed and a month had passed.
Over the past month, Li Muchan's appearance has changed drastically. He has a calm temperament all over his body. He is like a bear. He moves slowly and heavily. With every step he takes, the ground seems to tremble with great power.
He multitasked. Except for the time when he was practicing his gun, he concentrated on it. During the rest of the time, he practiced the Flying Bear Palm Technique all the time. Even if he couldn't practice it, he still thought about it and practiced it in his heart.
He incorporated the flying bear paw method into his movements, and walked using the bear walking method. All the weight of the whole body seemed to be focused on his feet, and his knees were slightly bent to maintain fullness.
Every move he makes contains the calmness and lightness of a bear, full of charm.
With one raise of his hands and one move of his feet, he transforms into a black bear and obtains his samadhi. When he practices the palm technique again, he progresses very quickly. Heat surges from all four legs and five bones, more and more, with the tendency to gather in the Dantian.
But it has been delayed in gathering in the Dantian. It seems that it is not deep enough. It only circulates everywhere in the body but does not go to the Dantian.
After a month, I have become more and more proficient in the Flying Bear Palm technique. When practicing, my internal energy is surging. As the moves flow, my whole body feels as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.
In the past, when he practiced the internal energy and mind method, the internal energy could only circulate in the meridians and was restrained in the meridians. But now it is different. The internal energy flows freely in the body, and the flesh and blood are nourished and strong by the internal force.
After a month, he became a little stronger. One day, he secretly tried to bend the spear.
That morning, while he was practicing the Flying Bear Palm Technique, his heart skipped a beat, and his body suddenly became tense. A huge suction force was generated inside his body, and his flesh and blood clung to his bones.
After a while, he suddenly relaxed, his flesh and blood recovered, and he was no longer the same as before. He closed his eyes and looked down at himself. He seemed to have lost weight, and his skin became as white as jade.
He smiled. Unexpectedly, the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill suddenly improved and he had broken through the fourth level and entered the fifth level - film training.
Seeing that Li Muchan came back in the evening and had to practice the Flying Bear Palm technique in the tent for an hour before going to bed, Zhao Shengli and the others were a little worried. He was a new recruit and he was worried that he would not be able to stand it after practicing so hard.
Li Muchan thanked everyone for their concern and felt warm in his heart.
That night, after practicing marksmanship with Coach Zhang, Li Muchan stood quietly by himself, thinking for a long time, then slowly put away his gun and walked back.
He suddenly stopped, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile, "Is that you?"
Yue Feihu put his hands on his hips, stared lazily at Li Muchan, and said with a smile: "It's me!... Didn't you expect that we would be waiting for you here?"
Li Muchan looked at the nine people around him, shook his head and said, "What are you doing?"
These people were all strong men, standing on both sides of Yue Feihu, like stars over the moon, all holding their arms and squinting at Li Muchan coldly.
Yue Feihu smiled and said: "We want to learn your marksmanship, monk!"
After that, they also drew their guns from their backs, and the gun heads shone coldly in the moonlight.
Li Muchan frowned, glanced at Yue Feihu, and smiled: "Do you really dare to kill me?"
"Why don't you dare?" Yue Feihu smiled, looked around, and said with a smile: "You are just a new soldier with no foundation. If you die, you will die. Who will cry out for you?... So, just accept your fate. You shouldn't."