Chapter 2 Chapter One: Gun Two

"This is not a trial, but a duel. You all have to go all out. Those who withdraw from the circle will lose, and those who lose their weapons will lose. Let's start!" The middle-aged man threw up the coin in his hand with a low drink, and as it landed on the cobblestone ground in the garden with a "ding", the air under the ancient maple seemed to suddenly cool down. The gunman bowed sideways, making a "cat shape", four fingers slowly passed over the body of the gun, and tightened suddenly. It was a seven-foot-seven-inch long spear, and the black blade glowed a faint black gold under the sidelight of the sun, like a bronze-colored star.There is no fancy spear fringe, the twisted tiger is wrapped around the neck of the gun, and the nine-inch spear point is like a half-sharp sword.The refined wrought iron covered the front of the gun barrel for nearly two feet and five inches, and the red sandalwood color of the gun barrel was only exposed at the rest.This is a gun with a special shape, dignified and strict, like a quiet tiger.

Tiger roaring tooth gun, this is its name handed down from generation to generation.The steel, length, and center of gravity of the weapon, which has been washed with countless blood, are perfect, enough to easily pierce through three layers of iron armor with a single stab.Looking at the tribes of Kyushu, only human design combined with Heluo's incomparable casting technology can condense such profound murderous intent on a piece of stubborn iron. The opponent with the sword is aware of the power of the gun and maintains extreme caution.He changed positions slowly, the two-foot-seven-inch ancient sword was kept in its sheath, and the hand holding the hilt kept changing postures, making it impossible to detect his intention to attack.In the countless footprints he left behind, a huge and regular circle gradually formed. This is the "step of the tiger" of the "Sword of Great Qi", and it is the momentum before the outbreak.

The middle-aged man in the arbitration took a step back slightly, as if he was oppressed by the uneasiness that was about to burst in this calm. "Chirp, chirp, chirp." The sound of birdsong suddenly broke the silence. The green-feathered yellow-tailed parrot landed between the guns and swords, chirping, turning its head awkwardly, staring around with a pair of black round eyes.This domestic bird is not as keen as wild fowl, is not afraid of people at all, and is not aware of the extreme restlessness in peace. The eyes of the sword bearer changed slightly.Just for a moment, he glanced at the parrot very quickly, felt a chill in his heart, and immediately looked away.

But a moment is enough, the roar of the tiger rushed to his face.The only shot fired by the gunman in a short moment has no momentum or change, just a straight stab. But it is a straight stab that will kill! The air penetrated from the tiger's mouth on the neck of the gun and flowed out from the tiger's ears, making a whistling sound like a tiger roaring.The eyes made of black gold on the tiger's head flashed like lightning.The sword bearer's "Tiger Steps" completely collapsed, his sword was drawn halfway, his hand had lost the strength to draw the sword, there was no room for dodging or retreating.

The parrot flew up in shock, and the black-gold cold light pierced the afternoon sun.A fallen leaf was cut in half by the blade of the gun, and the point of the gun pointed directly at the chest of the sword bearer. There was a rapid clear sound, followed by a "poof", and the spear fell to the ground. What fell together with the spear was a wax-gold coin.The gunman suddenly wanted to dodge back, because he lost his weapon and was completely exposed to his opponent.The sword bearer didn't give him this chance, kicked the ground violently in great joy, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

At this time, the speed at which he drew his sword was as fast as lightning, and he did not make any unnecessary movements.His martial arts are not weak, but under the terrifying force of his opponent's guns, he seems to be choked and unable to perform them.But the opponent has lost the weapon in his hand, and the ancient sword in his hand stabs obliquely, towards the opponent's shoulder. This move makes the most of the length of the sword, and he has spare strength in his hand. Immediately swing it flat, at least it can hit the chest. The thrust that was almost certain to win was completely missed as the opponent suddenly lowered his head. The sword-wielder walked up the air and swung his sword involuntarily, but the sword light only flashed in the air.All his holes were exposed.

"Drink!" A roar came from the ground, and the opponent who bowed his head swirled on the ground with one leg as an axis, and then kicked with his back, and the sword-wielder was kicked in the wrist.A strong force brought the ancient sword straight up to the sky, and the sword holder also lost his balance and sat on the ground with a "slap". There was an incessant clanging sound of the ancient sword hitting the stone wall, and the gunman took a step back abruptly, picking up the ancient sword that fell to the ground with his toes.The war gun was too heavy to pick up, so he turned sideways and grabbed a handful in his hand.Both weapons fell into his hands, and he gave his opponent a cold look this time. His eyes seemed to have a cold light in the sunlight, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be as black as ink.

"I won!" He said in a low voice, his voice was not suitable for his age. Both parties were actually teenagers, the one holding the gun was twelve or thirteen years old, but he was quite tall, and the one holding the sword was only eleven or twelve years old. "You! You're cheating! It's clear that you dropped your weapon first!" The boy holding the sword had hazel eyes, was pretty and cute, and when he came back to his senses, his mouth twitched and he pointed at his opponent, "You lost!" "I won," the black-eyed child repeated in a low voice, "I didn't release my gun by myself."

He hugged the Tiger Roaring Yak Gun in his arms and covered his wrist, a strand of blood slipped from the cowhide wristband, and his wrist was actually injured.He glanced at the coin on the ground with some disdain, then looked at the middle-aged man beside him, pursing his lips tightly. The brown-eyed child was speechless, so he could only grunt bitterly and turn his head away.The gun was knocked down by a middle-aged man next to him with a gold baht. Dayin's gold baht was heavy in his hand, and it was like a weapon when shot at close range.And with the strength and speed of the black-eyed boy's spear, the brown-eyed boy had no chance to fight back.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "It was you who won. Of course I know whether you win or lose. You have practiced guns for two years longer than your younger brother, and you have practiced the fierce and easy-to-be poisonous dragon power. There is nothing to be happy about winning, and nothing to be happy about losing." should." "Father!" The brown-eyed boy thought of the danger of the shot just now, and felt chills in his heart, and being told by his father that he had lost the duel, he felt wronged, and tears rolled in his eyes. "A modest gentleman should be based on calmness, less sorrow and joy, and more meditation." The father gently comforted the brown-eyed boy, citing the teachings of the sages, telling his son not to cry easily.

The father turned to the eldest son, his expression became serious again, "Do you know why I shot down your gun?" "I'm afraid I'll hurt Chang Ye." The black-eyed boy glanced at his younger brother, "I won't hurt him. If the gun stabs a little longer, I'll naturally hold it back." "Can you handle it?" The father laughed back angrily, "Ye'er, Ye'er, I have taught you how to shoot a spear. After all these years, have you ever seen you take a gun? You know how to stab. If I don't kill your gun, you will kill it." Stabbed on my brother!" The black-eyed boy didn't care about his father's anger at all, he just grabbed his wrist, "I don't hurt my wrist, so I can let you see it! I can stop the gun like that long ago!" "Tough mouth!" Father scolded in a low voice. He also had some doubts. The eldest son did have extraordinary talent in spearmanship. If there was anyone else who could really control that ominous spear, he was the only one. "But Chang Ye's sword, if I don't kick it off, can he stop it?" Father was dumb for a moment. "I can take it too!" The brown-eyed child shouted unconvinced, "You can take it, can't I take it?" "You? Forget it," the black-eyed boy replied coldly, "I don't care if you can stop it or not, as long as your swordsmanship can't hurt me. If my father doesn't save me, I don't want him to save me either. " "Presumptuous!" Father roared, "The bond between brothers is the same as your younger brother. Only a vicious son like you can be so mean. What kind of family tradition have you inherited from our Ji family?" ?” The black-eyed boy didn't answer quietly, and the garden suddenly became quiet.The brown-eyed boy pulled his father's belt and shrank behind him, making a face at his brother. Still angry, the father went up and snatched the ancient sword from the eldest son's hand, turned around and pulled the youngest son up to leave, but suddenly heard the eldest son whispering to himself behind his back: "You are only a gold baht, throw it out, and then you will leave." What can you do to save me?" It was still the slightly hoarse voice, the cold and emotionless tone, but the father suddenly felt sour in his heart. Looking back, he saw the eldest son with his head on one side and his neck facing the sun, as if he hadn’t said anything. The two long eyebrows that were as black as ink and pointed to the forehead suddenly reminded him of the woman in the imperial capital. The father's heart softened suddenly, and he glanced at the eldest son, "Don't say anything else. You made too many mistakes in that shot just now, which violated the taboo of warfare. Even if it is a poisonous dragon, it should not be too violent. If you first If the attack cannot be successful, the empty door must be exposed, how to dodge the enemy's counterattack?" "If that shot can kill the enemy, he has no chance to fight back at all." "What if your marksmanship is weaker than the enemy? What if you fail to kill him?" Father's displeasure surfaced again, but he restrained himself from showing it on his face. "Then I will lose. If I try my best, I still can't kill him, and even if I leave room, I can't win." "Absurd!" Father snorted, "If you don't change your cruel heart, you will kill yourself sooner or later. You are only twelve years old, and you are so murderous. You shouldn't be distracted in Changye's martial arts competition, but when you see the bird's heartbeat, young people It will all be like this. But you only have the word 'kill' in your heart. The sage said that the most important thing in self-cultivation is to be natural, you are only so old, don't you want to become a demon when you grow up?" "I don't know what a saint is." The black-eyed boy looked at his father coldly, "My brother has studied, but I haven't; my brother wants to be a general, but I can't; Fighting on the front line. Can the saint save me? Has the saint ever been on the battlefield? If he had, he would have been killed long ago." "I'm stubborn, I'm stubborn!" The father finally lost his patience, and he didn't want to say another word. He got up and took the hand of the youngest son, and left without looking back. Under Gu Feng, there was nothing left but the boy with black pupils.He didn't seem to see the departure of his father and younger brother, just silently facing the sun.It wasn't until the figures of his father and younger brother disappeared into the distance that no one could see him anymore that he sat down slowly. He let go, and the blood in the cowhide wristband dripped into the grass.He gritted his teeth, and pulled off the wrist guard. Inside was a layer of iron wrists, and when he pulled off the iron wrist, there was a layer of short blunt thorns inside.Those blunt thorns pierced his wrist, the injury was not serious, but the pain was chilling. He bit the cloth belt and tied it silently for himself, and a few green maple leaves fell faintly on top of his head.He looked up, and suddenly turned into a stone statue in a daze.