Chapter 3 soul gun

Sand Dragon's hotel has been changed to an inn. There is no way to wake up from the great Eastern dream.The sound of cannon suppresses the roar of tigers in the wild forests of Malay and India.Half-awake people, rubbing their eyes, prayed to their ancestors and gods; after a while, they lost their land, freedom and sovereignty.People with different complexions stood outside the door, their guns still hot.Their spears, poisonous crossbows, and thick, colorful shields are of no use; even the ancestors and the gods they believed in are useless!Longqi's China is no longer mysterious. There are trains, and passing through graves destroys Feng Shui.The maroon flag with many ears, the steel knife with a green sharkskin sheath, the bell-ringing horse, the wisdom and slang in the world, loyalty and fame, even Sha Zilong, his martial arts and career, all changed like a dream. into last night.Today is trains, fast guns, commerce and terror.I heard that someone is going to kill the emperor's head!

This is the time when it seems that there is no food to eat, and the national art has not been advocated by the revolutionary party and educators. Who doesn't know that Sazilong is short, thin, sharp, and strong, with eyes as bright as stars in a frosty night?However, now he has meat on him.The bureau has been changed to an inn, and he himself occupies three north rooms in the back yard, with a big gun standing in the corner, and there are a few pigeons in the yard.It's just that at night, he closed the door of the small courtyard and got used to his "Five Tigers Soul-Breaking Spear".This gun and this set of guns have been created for him in the northwest area for twenty years: the words "Sharp Spear Sand Dragon" have never met an opponent.Now, this gun and this set of guns will no longer add glory to him; just touching the cold, slippery, hard and trembling pole will make him feel less sad.Only when you pick up a gun alone at night can you believe that you are still a "sharp gun sand".During the day, he doesn't talk much about martial arts and his past; his world has been blown away by the wind.

The teenagers who started training under him still come to him from time to time.Most of them are poor and have some martial arts skills, but they have no place to use them.Some perform at temple fairs: kick their legs twice, practice tricks, do somersaults, sell some powerful pills, and hang around three times.Some really couldn't afford to be idle, so they went to get baskets of fruit, or picked some green beans, and yelled them out on the street early in the morning.At that time, rice was cheap and meat was cheap, and if they were willing to sell their arms and strength, they could have a full belly;What's more, they often go to walks: five tiger sticks, open the way, too lions and less lions... Although it is nothing-compared with walks-but there is a chance to move around and show your face.Yes, going to the meeting is a matter of buying face, they are well-dressed, at least they must have a pair of blue crepe trousers, a small coat of freshly bleached muslin, and a pair of fish-scale shoes—preferably blue satin Grip tiger boots.They are apprentices of the sharp gun Sazilong—although Sazilong doesn't admit it—they will show their faces everywhere, and they will have to pay a couple of dollars when they leave, and they may even have to fight.If you don’t have money, go to Teacher Sha to ask for it.Teacher Sha was unambiguous and informal, and would not let them leave empty-handed.However, to ask for a trick for fighting or performing skills, or please say a "pair"-what about grabbing a knife with an empty hand, or hooking a tiger's head into a gun-Mr. Get some boiling water!" Sometimes they just drive them out.They didn't quite understand what happened to Mr. Sha, and they were a little unhappy.

However, they brag about Teacher Sha everywhere, firstly, they want to let people know that their martial arts are really taught, and they have been taught by experts; Isn't it true that you still don't show your hands?So: Mr. Sha knocked down a bull with one punch!Teacher Sha kicked him to the room, but he didn't use much force!None of them had ever seen such a thing, but as they talked, they believed it to be true. There are dates and places, and it is absolutely true. Dare to swear! Wang Sansheng - Shazilong's big buddy - opened up the scene at the Earth Temple and set up the guys.After taking a snuff of tea-colored snuff, he swung the bamboo-jointed steel whip a few times to make the situation bigger.Putting down the whip, without bowing to the surroundings, he put his hips on his hips and said a few words: "Kick the heroes of the world with your feet, and punch the heroes of the five roads!" Glancing around: "Folks, Wang Sansheng is not a performer; he can do a few tricks , I walked on the northwest road and met my friends in the green forest. Now I have nothing to do, I will make a place to play with you. If you like to practice, just come down. Wang Sansheng will make friends with martial arts. If you have face, I will accompany you. Sharpshooter Shazi Long is my master; he is very skilled! Ladies and gentlemen, is there anyone willing to come down?" He looked at it, knowing that no one dared to come down, his words were tough, but the steel whip was even harder, weighing 18 catties.

Wang Sansheng, a tall man with a fleshy face, stared at his surroundings with big black eyes.Everyone is silent.He took off his jacket, tightened his dark moon-white "waist hard", and killed his stomach.Spit on the palm of his hand, and picked up the big knife: "Everyone, Wang Sansheng will practice first. It's not for nothing. After the practice, throw away a few with you; if you don't have money, say hello and cheer. There is no business here. Alright, put your eyes on!" Dao leaned against his body, his eyeballs protruded so high, his face was tense, and his chest bulged out, like two old birch roots.With a stomp, the saber was raised horizontally, and the big red tassel swung in front of his shoulder.Slashing, chopping, squatting and turning, the wind is blowing in the hands, and there is a sudden sound.Suddenly the saber spun on the heart of his right hand, and he bent down. There was no sound in the surroundings, except for the soft chirping of Yingying bells.The knife came along, and "stomped the mud" fiercely, his body was straight, a head taller than everyone else, like a black tower.Withdrawing his gesture: "Everyone!" Holding a knife in one hand and akimbo in the other, he looked around.Throwing down a few copper coins sparingly, he nodded. "Everyone!" He waited, waited, the bright and thin copper coins were still on the ground, and the people on the outer layer dispersed secretly.He swallowed: "No one understands!" He whispered, but everyone heard it.

"Kung Fu!" An old man with a yellow beard on the northwest corner replied. "Ah?" Wang Sansheng didn't seem to understand. "I said: You-have-gong-husband!" The old man's tone was very unpopular. Putting down the sword, Wang Sansheng followed everyone's heads to look northwest.No one paid much attention to this old man: he was short and dry, wearing a rough blue shirt, his face was sunken, his eyes were deeply sunken, there were a few thin yellow beards on his mouth, and a small yellow grass braid was carried on his shoulders. , as thin as chopsticks, but definitely not as straight as chopsticks.Wang Sansheng could see that this old guy had kung fu, his forehead was bright, his eyes were bright - although the eye sockets were deep, the eyeballs were as black as two small wells, with a deep black light shining.Wang Sansheng is not afraid: he can see whether others have kung fu, but he believes in his own ability even more. He is a general under Sha Zilong. "Come down and play, uncle!" Wang Sansheng said very well.

Nodding, the old man walked in.This time, everyone laughed.His arm didn't move much; his left foot moved forward, followed by his right foot, pulling forward step by step, his body straightened, as if he had suffered from paralysis.Rubbing into the field, he threw his big shirt on the ground, ignoring how the surroundings laughed at him. "The apprentice of the sharp gun Shazilong, what do you think? Okay, let you use the gun; what about me?" The old man was very straightforward, as if he wanted to do it for a long time. The people all came back, and it was useless to beat the gong by the bear jugglers next door. "Should the three-section stick go into the gun?" Wang Sansheng depends on the old man's hand, the three-section stick is not something that can be picked up casually.

The old man nodded again and picked up the thing. Wang Sansheng squinted his eyes, shook his gun, his face was very ugly. The old man's black eyeballs became deeper and smaller, like two incense sticks, following the tip of the gun in front of him, Wang Sansheng suddenly felt uncomfortable, those two black eyes seemed to be sucking the tip of the gun in!The surrounding area has been surrounded by wind and rain, and everyone feels that the old man is indeed powerful.To hide those eyes, Wang Sansheng played a trick.The old man's yellow beard moved: "Please!" Wang Sansheng buckled the gun, bowed forward, the tip of the gun went to the old man's throat, and the barrel of the gun made a red spin.The old man's body suddenly stretched out, he turned his body slightly, passed the point of the spear, hung the front handle, and lifted Wang Sansheng's hand with the back handle.Clap, clap, two rings, Wang Sansheng let go of his gun.There was a shout from the outside.Wang Sansheng's face and chest were all purple, and he picked up the gun; a Huazi rolled over with the gun and the man, and the point of the gun ran to the middle of the old man.The old man's eyes were so bright that they were black; he bent his legs slightly, covered his crotch with his lower handle, and hit the gun barrel that was about to be withdrawn with the upper handle; clap, and the gun fell to the ground again.

There was another colorful sound outside the stadium.Wang Sansheng was sweating, and stopped picking up the gun. He looked hard, but there was nothing there.The old man dropped the thing, picked up the overcoat, and still dragged his legs, but walked very fast.With the shirt on his arm, he came over and patted Wang Sansheng: "I still have to practice, buddy!" "Don't go!" Wang Sansheng wiped his sweat: "You don't leave, the surname Wang is convinced! But there is one thing, how dare you meet Teacher Sha?" "I came here just to meet him!" The old man's dry face wrinkled, as if he was smiling. "Let's go; take it; I'll treat you to dinner!"

Wang Sansheng gathered the weapons in one place and left them with Ermazi Juggler, and accompanied the old man to the outside of the temple.A lot of people followed, and he scattered them by scolding them. "What's your last name?" he asked. "My surname is Sun," the old man's words were as dry as anyone else's. "I love to practice; I have long wanted to know how to be a sand dragon" The sand dragon will not beat you flat!Wang Sansheng said in his heart.He put more effort into the soles of his feet, but he didn't let Old Man Sun fall.He can see that the old man's legs are always walking and jumping in the boxing box; when they fight, they must be very fast.However, no matter how fast he is, Sand Dragon is invincible.Knowing that Old Man Sun was going to suffer, he felt relieved and slowed down a bit.

"Where is Uncle Sun?" "It's in Hejian, a small place." Elder Sun was also a little more amiable: "It's not easy to see kung fu in a month's stick! Seriously, your hands are not bad!" The sweat on Wang Sansheng's head returned. No words. When he arrived at the inn, his heart skipped a beat, lest Mr. Sha was not at home, he was eager to take revenge.He knew that the teacher didn't like to take care of this kind of thing, and his juniors had encountered many setbacks, but he believed that this time it would work. Do you lose face? "San Sheng," Sha Zilong was looking at the "Feng Shen Bang" on the bed, "Is there something wrong?" San Sheng's face turned purple again, his lips moved, and he was speechless. Sazilong sat up, "What's the matter, Sansheng?" "I stumbled!" He only yawned for a short time, and Teacher Sha didn't say anything else. Wang Sansheng felt dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to explode; he had to stir up the teacher: "An old man named Sun is waiting for the teacher outside the door; he knocked out my gun, gun, twice!" How much weight does the teacher have in his heart.Without waiting for orders, he hurried out. When guests come in, Shazilong is waiting in the outer room.They sat down with each other hand in hand, and he asked Sansheng to make tea.Sansheng hoped that the two old men would fight immediately, but he had to make tea.Elder Sun was speechless, and looked at Sha Zilong with his hidden eyes.Sand is very polite: "If Sansheng offends you, ignore him, he's still young." Elder Sun was a little disappointed, but he could also see Sha Zilong's shrewdness.He didn't know what to do, and he couldn't judge a person's martial arts by his shrewdness. "I'm here to learn marksmanship!" He couldn't help saying. The sand dragon didn't catch the ball.Wang Sansheng came in with a teapot - he was eager to see the two of them do it, he didn't care whether the water was boiling or not, he just brewed it in the teapot. "Three victories," Sha Zilong picked up a teacup, "go find Xiao Shun and others, see you in Tianhui, and have dinner with old man Sun." "What!" Wang Sansheng's eyes almost fell out.Looking at Teacher Sha's face, he dared to say "Yes!" without daring to speak, and walked out with his mouth pouted. "Teaching an apprentice is not easy!" Elder Sun said. "I have confiscated my apprentice. Let's go, this water is not boiled! Go to the teahouse to drink, and eat when you are hungry." Sha Zilong picked up a satin bag from the table, put a snuff bottle on one end, and some money on the other, and hung it on his belt. "No, I'm not hungry yet!" Elder Sun was very resolute, swiping the pigtail from his shoulders to the back with two words "no". "Let's talk a little bit." "I'm here to teach you marksmanship." "Kungfu has long been put aside," Sha Zilong pointed at him, "the meat has been put in!" "It's okay to do it like this," Elder Sun took a deep look at Teacher Sha: "No martial arts, teach me the five tigers!" Soul-breaking gun." "Five Tigers Soul-Breaking Spear?" Sha Zilong smiled: "I've forgotten it! I've forgotten it! Let me tell you, stay here for a few days, let's go shopping, and before we leave, I'll give you some money." "I don't go shopping, and I don't need money. I'm here to learn art!" Elder Sun stood up, "I'll show you how to practice, and see if it's enough for you to learn art!" After bending over, he had already arrived in the courtyard, and put Lou Ge They all flew away in fright.Pulling back the frame, he punched Zha: his legs were fast, his hands were floating, and he flew up with one foot, and his braids floated in the air, like a kite falling from the sky; , Neatly; back and forth six times, the yard is full, walking round, tightly connected, the body is in one place, and the spirit runs through to all directions.Clasped fists closed, body tightened, like swallows flying all over the yard suddenly returning to their nests. "Good! Good!" Sand Dragon shouted on the steps, nodding his head. "Teach me that gun!" Elder Sun clasped his fists. Sha Zilong went down the steps, and also held his fists: "Old man Sun, tell the truth; that gun and that gun set will go into the coffin with me, and go into the coffin together!" "No pass?" "Don't pass it on!" Old man Sun's bearded mouth moved for a long time, but he didn't say anything.Going into the house, he picked up a blue cloth shirt, stretched his legs and said, "Excuse me, goodbye!" "Let's go after dinner!" Sha Zilong said. Elder Sun was speechless. Sand Dragon sent the guests to the small gate, and then returned to the house, nodding to the big gun standing in the corner. He went to Tianhui alone, afraid that Wang Sansheng and others were waiting there.None of them went. Neither Wang Sansheng nor Xiaoshun dared to go to the Earth Temple to perform arts, and none of them praised Shazilong anymore; on the contrary, they said that Shazilong had stumbled, and they dared not fight an old man; Damn it.Not to mention that Wang Sansheng lost to him, Sha Zilong was not his opponent either.However, Wang Sansheng finally met with the old man, and Sha Zilong didn't even dare to say a hard word. "Sharp Gun Sand Dragon" gradually seems to be forgotten by people. The night was quiet and crowded, Sha Zilong closed the small door, and stabbed down the sixty-four spears in one go; then, leaning on the gun, looking at the stars in the sky, he remembered the majesty of the wild forest in Yedian back then.Sighing, he slowly stroked the cool and slippery body of the gun with his fingers, then smiled slightly, "Don't pass it on! Don't pass it on!"