Laomao was once the most powerful gun instructor in the Hunter School.
Not only did he win the school's shooting championship for three consecutive years, he also wiped out three vicious gangs of poison powder one by one.
By chance, the old sect leader Tang was attacked by heavy firepower from militants abroad. Lao Mao happened to pass by and took action to resolve the old sect leader's crisis.
That is, in that battle, the old sect leader admired the old cat.
One hundred million dig him from the Hunter School to the Tang Sect.
The 100 million yuan more than 30 years ago was simply an astronomical figure, and the old cat changed jobs without resistance.
However, when Lao Mao came to Tang Sect, he did not serve as a guard or carried out a task of killing enemies, but was sent by the old sect leader to China Sea to secretly train Tang Sanguo.
Lao Mao taught all his skills to Tang Sanguo, and the two also had a layer of master-apprentice friendship.
"The old sect leader asked you to train Tang Sanguo. I guess he hopes he is stronger and can better cope with the mutation."
Ye Fan nodded thoughtfully:
“Isn’t it normal to just learn something?”
Ye Fan opened his phone and asked curiously: "Why did the old sect leader ask you to secretly train?"
"Although the old sect leader Tang didn't tell me at that time, I still knew what he meant."
"One is that the Tang Sect was already in a turbulent situation at that time."
The old cat coughed gently: "Training Tang Sanguo is equivalent to making him strong, and it is easy to cause others to be jealous or plot against him."
"Secondly, Tang Sanguo has an unknown gun skill that can make the opponent careless and may become a life-saving killer at critical moments."
"So no matter whether I, the gun god, was hired or secretly trained Tang Sanguo, only I, the old sect leader and Tang Sanguo, know it."
He added: "The other Tang clans and nephews, including Mrs. Tang, don't know."
"It seems that the old sect leader is indeed spoiled for Tang Sanguo."
Ye Fan said lightly: "Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many arrangements for the powerful Tang Three Kingdoms."
This also shows that the old sect leader has a very sensitive sense of smell and can predict the future dangers facing the Tang Three Kingdoms.
It’s a pity that Tang Sanguo was too arrogant, which made the old sect leader’s efforts was wasted.
"The Tang Sanguo is a genius, and it is easy for people to have the idea of cherishing talent."
"I stayed with him for two months, and I admire him very much!"
The old cat took another sip of whiskey, and then smiled bitterly at Ye Fan:
"I'm in the Hunter School, with three years of student, three years of instructor, and three years of actual combat."
"I have been rushing and crawling for nine years, and fired thousands of bullets, and barely achieved the title of Gun God."
"But the Tang Three Kingdoms are different. He is so evil. Many things can not only be understood at a glance, but also learn from one example."
"He finished all my nine-year theories and experiences in three weeks, and in the fourth week he even scored 100% of the results."
"However, this was not enough for him. After he mastered the knowledge of guns, he bought the equipment and modified it himself."
"Changing bullets, guns, and tactics has completely subverted my understanding of guns."
"When he blasted out the first high-energy flame bomb, I suddenly felt that I had lived in vain for the past nine years!"
"But he has impacted my knowledge, but also allowed me to learn a lot."
"Later, I was inspired by the Tang Sanguo when I was able to transform from a gun god into a Jueying Gun god."
"It can be said that I am the instructor of the gun enlightenment of Tang Sanguo, and he is the guiding light for my gun breakthrough."
The old cat did not hide his evaluation of the Tang Sanguo.
"Guns, templates, bronze man...he is indeed a genius."
Although Ye Fan did not witness the glory of Tang Sanguo, many things he experienced were reversing his cowardly image of Tang Sanguo at the time.
His feelings for the Tang Three Kingdoms were also very complicated.
It’s a pity that his generation of geniuses was so down and despair, and he also enjoyed the evil consequences of this guy who separated himself from his parents.
If it weren't for the Tang Sanguo's fanning the flames and revenge on his mother, he wouldn't have spent his childhood in a dark and dark way, and his mother wouldn't have been worried for more than twenty years.
Then, he calmed down.
"You said you stayed with him for two months?"
Ye Fan asked: "After training for two months, you left him? Didn't you stay to protect him?"
"For a genius like Tang Sanguo, if I can only train him for one month if I can die."
The old cat breathed a long breath: "In the last month, I stayed because I needed to fight with him."
"Of course, I left him, except that there was nothing to teach, there was also differences in the concepts."
Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly: "This concept is also the root of his failure later."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "What's the difference?"
"For me, swords and guns are dangerous things. If you don't have to, don't use them unless you have to, and don't think about killing people with it."
The old cat took another sip of whiskey to moisten his throat:
"Otherwise, if you kill too much with a knife and gun, you will easily become bloodthirsty and cruel."
"At that time, you will not control the swords and guns yourself, but will be controlled by the swords and guns."
"So the gun in my hand is more of a defense, which can explode the enemy that attacks me, or the murderer who hears in my eyes or ears..."
He sighed softly: "But you can't take the initiative to use swords and guns to provoke trouble."
"This concept is correct. If you kill too much, you will become crazy and devil."
Ye Fan's mouth touched the corners of his mouth: "Tang Sanguo was bloodthirsty at that time?"
"After I trained the actual battle of the Three Kingdoms of Tang, he was not satisfied with playing some duel with me, nor did he like to kill rabbits and elks."
Thinking that Tang Sanguo had been detained by Ye Tang, Lao Mao no longer covered up. Anyway, what he said had no effect on Tang Sanguo:
"Even the lion on the African savannah, he has no interest."
"After he got the list of gunmen in the world rankings from me, he used the code name 'Plum Blossom' to issue challenge books one by one from the end."
"The bet is life and one million dollars."
"No matter whether the other party should fight or not, on the day of the appointment, Tang Sanguo will face off against the challenged gunmen."
"It's almost two days and two months later, he challenged thirty world-ranked gunmen."
"Twenty-three of them responded to the challenge, and seven of them refused, but whether they responded to the challenge or refused, they all died under his sniper rifle."
"I see that Tang Sanguo is getting crazy the more he plays. Sooner or later, something will happen, so I advise him not to challenge him anymore."
"After all, if there are too many people killed, it is easy to find out who is behind the plum blossom."
"It's just that Tang Sanguo told me that in his opinion, guns are weapons of attack. If you don't kill people, just make fire sticks."
"I said a few more words, and he said, "I should advise him that the master and apprentice will fight with real swords and guns."
"He said he would give me the next Plum Blossom Challenge Post. As long as I beat him, he would tie up his tail to be a human being in the future."
"I can't advise him, so I can only tell the old sect leader and then leave Tang Sanguo with 100 million!"
The old cat recalled the past and felt helplessness on his lips.
I don’t know whether it is to sigh at the infinite scenery of the Three Kingdoms of Tang or sigh at his youthful recklessness.
Ye Fan did not have much trouble with the extremes of Tang Sanguo.
Lao Tang once hired the murderer to retaliate because his mother did not help, and he could understand that the old cat had a plum blossom post.
He asked, "Did he stop after you leave?"
"I went abroad to continue to be an instructor, and I didn't pay much attention to the back of Tang Sanguo."
The old cat shook the whiskey gently, squinted his eyes and recalled hard:
"But I heard that in the autumn of that year, several sharpshooters from China were killed." "One of them is the son and nephew of the Five Great Masters, Yuan Hanjiang..."