Zhao Kang didn't know what to say for a moment. Warmth flowed through his heart, and he tightly held the Emperor Dragon Sutra in his hand.
"I see."
Wu Tianhu stepped out of the threshold: "Take a good look at it. I hope you can practice one, two, and three, so as not to disgrace this unique skill that competed with our ancestors of the Wu family back then."
"I will!"
Zhao Kang nodded solemnly, and after Wu Tianhu left, he opened the Emperor Dragon Scripture in his hand.
You will be deeply attracted at first sight.
Since ancient times, the gun has been regarded as the thief of hundreds of soldiers and the real king on the battlefield.
Being called a soldier means that the marksmanship changes so much that it is hard to guard against.
The preface of the Emperor Dragon Scripture is mostly about the basics of marksmanship, such as blocking and nuzzling. But Zhao Kang is not sloppy. Ye Hongxue once told him that all the exquisite moves are based on basic changes.
Only by learning the basics well can you use the upper level moves.
A beautiful figure came over and asked, "What do you think?"
Zhao Kang raised his head and put down the Emperor Dragon Scripture with infinite tenderness in his eyes: "You are here, but you don't see very clearly and have no foundation, so you don't understand many things very well."
"I knew it would be like this."
Ye Hongxue sat down next to him and said with a smile: "Then let me give you some advice."
Ye Hongxue was also a master of marksmanship.
With her guidance, many things that Zhao Kang couldn't understand gradually became clear.
The moon hangs in the sky at night, in the courtyard of the State Guesthouse.
Zhao Kang was holding the lance borrowed from his subordinate Gao Yuan, holding the lance with one arm, and the lance formed a line with his right arm.
There was a slight sweat on his forehead. This was because his cultivation was blocked by Wu Tianhu.
A lance that can be used on the battlefield is not only difficult to make, but also heavy.
Take the long spear in Zhao Kang's hand as an example. The six-foot-long gun body and the six-inch fine iron head weighed more than four kilograms.
It's easy to pick it up for a short time, but it's very laborious to hold it in one position for a long time.
And he asked Wu Tianhu to seal his own cultivation in order to master this spear with his own basic strength.
As the saying goes, to pick a line with a gun, to practice marksmanship, you must first practice a momentum.
In this front line, the gods and ghosts are at odds with each other.
Zhao Kang stared at the undropped raindrops on the leaves in front of him. When a raindrop fell, Zhao Kang quickly thrust his gun forward.
The cold tip of the spear passed by the water droplets, missing by one point!
Frowning slightly, he held his breath and waited for the moment when the rain and dew gathered again.
On the second floor, standing in front of the railing, looking at Zhao Kang below, Wu Tianhu took his breath and nodded slightly, then immediately turned his wrist.
A majestic suction force burst out from the palm of his hand.
In an instant, Zhao Kang's trees rustled, and hundreds of leaves were sucked into Wu Tianhu's palm like flying swords, gathering into a round sphere.
Zhao Kang turned around and looked up, and saw Wu Tianhu above him saying calmly: "Okay!"
Say it,
A ray of leaves came through the air, as fast as a hidden weapon made of fine iron.
Zhao Kang's heart froze and he shot out!
But it still failed to pierce the leaves. Instead, the clothes were scratched by the withered yellow leaves.
"Those who are good at using spears, in addition to their accuracy, are also the strongest among all martial artists. You must learn how to use force!"
"The force starts from the ground, drives the arms from the waist to the wrists, and breaks it with one shot!"
As Wu Tianhu spoke, the leaves in his hand kept shooting out. Zhao Kang stared at the leaves with his eyes fixed on them and kept stabbing them out with the spear in his hand.
However, it either failed or was knocked aside by the leaves. Each leaf shot by Wu Tianhu seemed to be made with the force of ten thousand kilograms.
There are even notches on the tip of the spear, which shows how powerful King Wu of Jingguo is!
Picking flowers and flying leaves can hurt people and kill them, just pinch them with your fingers!
I don’t know how much time passed, but the original night sky had turned into day.
The trees used as landscapes in the courtyard no longer have any leaves, and they look a bit desolate when they are bare.
A figure in the courtyard was in tatters. His clothes were in strips and full of holes. He was even more miserable than a beggar.
You can see tiny wounds oozing blood on your body.
The spear in his hand was full of dense marks as if it had been hacked by countless swords.
But the tip of the spear penetrated a thick pile of leaves!
Zhao Kang's eyes were closed tightly, and he suddenly opened them. A stream of air exploded from his body and broke through his own seal. He held the end of the spear with one hand and swung it.
The gun body rotated in an arc in the air, and then suddenly straightened. The cold light in his eyes was like a flying star piercing the sky, focusing on the tip of the gun.
"break!"
As soon as the gun was fired, all the pierced leaves above the gun tip were blown to pieces, and the wall in front of it was still three inches away from the gun tip!
But a circular hole suddenly appeared on the wall!
"It's done!"
Zhao Kang laughed.
Ye Hongxue, who heard the sound from the side, stood aside and walked down the steps with a smile on his face.
"You learn quickly and have mastered the method of exerting force and how to gather strength."
"This is all thanks to you and Senior Wu!"
Zhao Kang happily turned around and hugged the woman. Ye Hongxue said softly: "But you can't be complacent. You have only just mastered the skills of marksmanship."
"It's still too early to talk about entering the palace."
Zhao Kang chuckled: "I know that, but I was beaten all night long, and now I have finally made some progress, and I can't help myself."
Looking at the wounds on Zhao Kang's arms cut by leaves, Ye Hongxue's eyes were filled with distress: "This old guy doesn't know how to be gentle!"
There was a cough, and Wu Tianhu was speechless. He walked closer and said, "Ye Yatou, you are a bit unkind. How could this kid learn so quickly without me being cruel?"
Ye Hongxue didn't pay attention to him, but just sorted Zhao Kang's messy clothes.
Having achieved some success in his spear training, in order to seize the time to practice the Emperor Dragon Scripture, Zhao Kang did not leave the State Guesthouse for the rest of the time.
In just three days, under the guidance of Ye Hongxue and Wu Tianhu, his marksmanship has made great progress.
There are still two days left before Emperor Li Chengkun's birthday.
Zhao Kang did not practice today, but dressed up.
Because today is the day when the envoy from Qi State arrives.
Cao Anguo appeared with a group of people. Zhao Kang looked over and found that the Qi people were leading a group of people, a slender woman with a veil on her face.
And there was a large group of people behind him, with no less than ten wooden boxes containing gifts.
Although Qi is known as the second most powerful country, it has always followed Zhou's lead.
She is nicknamed by some people as the bed-warming maid of the Zhou Kingdom. It is reasonable for her to prepare so many lavish gifts.
Seeing Zhao Kang, Cao Anguo felt a little aggrieved. After all, he had been tricked quite a lot before.
However, it was not superficial. He introduced: "Master Zhao, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, this is His Royal Highness the Ninth Princess of Qi."
"Princess Mingzhu, this is Zhao Kang, the national counselor of the Qian Kingdom and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Jing Kingdom."
