Chapter 16 fifteen sharpshooters

One year, spring has just begun, and the grass and trees have not yet sprouted, and some green can be seen from a distance.There are depressions on both sides of the avenue leading directly to Haiguang Temple outside the south gate. Today the sky is blue and the water is bright, the wind is light and the sun is warm, and catkins are floating in the transparent air.At this time, if you walk slowly on the avenue and look around, it will be very comfortable! Glass Flower came to a small iron shop by the side of the road, and fetched a big chain for padlocking the fence gate for the camp.He came earlier, and the blacksmith asked him to wait.After cursing the street, he strolled on the avenue. When he was tired, he found a stone roller by the side of the road and sat on it with his legs crossed. When he saw the big daughters and daughters-in-law passing by, he hummed a song about women coaxing their children. Have fun:

Little boy, sit at the gate, crying for a daughter-in-law, What do you want a daughter-in-law to do? Make shoes and socks, dress and wear trousers, Light the lamp and talk, blow the lamp and kiss. Seeing his rustic appearance, the women didn't dare to pick up on him, so they hurried away.Seeing a lot of people passing by on the road, he suddenly thought of showing off the little foreign goods he had just acquired, so he took out a pocket cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and imitated a foreigner, pushing his chin hard, and poking the cigarette butt upwards in a proud manner stand up.Then he took out a box of "pirate brand" yellow-headed matches purely for foreigners, took out a long one, and waited for a passer-by to approach, he deliberately flicked his hand, and scratched it on the trouser leg with a "scratch", feeling complacent. He was smoking the cigarette, sucking it in with his lips, and at this moment, there was a sudden "snap", and the cigarette butt was knocked out. Before he could figure out what happened, "Snap!" The cigarette was interrupted, and immediately afterwards, the "pop" hat was blown away.After three shots, he realized that someone had shot at him.He turned around and took a look. The passers-by were all scared away. Just as he was being amazed, a skinny boy came running through the depression and handed him a post saying:

"My master will meet you." He tore up the post without reading it, and asked: "Which bastard is your master?" The skinny boy smiled and said, "Follow me!" After walking a few steps, he deliberately turned around to tease him, "Do you dare to come?" "Just go, the third master is afraid! The magic whip scares your third master away!" Glass Flower unequivocally followed behind angrily. He followed the skinny boy down the road to the open depression, walked not far, and walked around a small piece of wild woods, only to see a man in his forties standing there, with a broad face and straight nose, wearing a loose blue suit. Cloth gown, pure black homespun trousers, tightly wrapped leggings of the same color and fabric, and a large piece of egg blue silk headband wrapped around the head.He saw that this person looked familiar, and looked again, hey, isn't this a fool! Why is he so energetic? The pimples on his face disappeared, and his small eyes gleamed.But the glass flower immediately bluffed the other party with a full air: "Stupid, do you want to taste the "Health Pill" flavor?" , shouted, "Speak, how to play?" He frightened the silly second with the thing that the silly second feared most.

Who would have thought that the idiot smiled faintly, and unbuttoned the middle row of buttons of the double-breasted gown from top to bottom one by one. The two sides were separated, and a small six-eye revolver was stuck in each of the left and right waists. Looking at the guns on the left and right sides, he said to the glass flower with round eyes: "Now, I'm playing this too. Since you want to play with this thing, I will accompany you. Let me talk about the gameplay first--we have three shots for each of us, and you have one shot." , I shoot, you hit first, I hit later. I know your two shots, but you don’t know my two shots. If I don’t tell you, then I’m bullying you! Look--"Silly Two Fingers Looking ahead, on a tree branch ten feet away, a copper coin was hung with a string, shining brightly in the sun, like a dazzling golden star.

"Look!" As Silly Er said, he turned around, and the two guns were held in his hands with a "swish", and they spun twice like flywheels, one in front and one in the back, "crack!" Before the copper coin fell to the ground, the wire rope hit the copper coin with the second shot, and the copper wire flew directly to the puddle in the distance, splashing water. The glass flower made that dead eye alive.He had never seen such a skill before, so he couldn't help shouting: "Good marksmanship, sharp gun! Sharp gun!" Looking again, Sha Er was standing there, with two guns already inserted in his waist.This move is as skillful and swift as when he whipped out the magic whip back then, unpredictable.Glass Flower pointed at Sha Er and said, "You don't want to play with that magic whip anymore?"

Silly Er didn't answer, but with an inexplicable smile, he raised his hand and slowly took off the headcloth in circles. What was revealed was a gourd scoop, green and green like a duck egg just laid under the sun. Bright.Glass Flower changed her voice in surprise: "You, you cut off the 'magic whip' left to you by your ancestors?" Silly Er said: "You are wrong! If you know how my ancestors created this braiding skill, you know that I have taken over their ancestors' true ability. No matter how good the ancestors' things are, they must be cut when they should be cut. I put the 'whip' It was cut, but the 'God' kept it. This is, no matter what we do, we can't kill us; no matter what new gadgets, we can play them at home and never piss on others. How about, let's play together?"

Only then did the glass flower recognize her head: "Third Master, I admire you. Our holiday will be over as of today!" Silly Er smiled, wrapped the kerchief around his head, turned around and took the skinny apprentice away.Glass Flower watched his figure gradually disappear in the large depression, and couldn't help touching the back of her head, taking a breath, thinking that she had encountered a fairy.After he returned to the camp, he didn't dare to tell anyone about it, for fear that others would make fun of him.Soon, I heard that there was a sharpshooter in the Northern Expeditionary Army who was fighting with both hands, pointing and hitting, and spoke Tianjin dialect. Tongue……