Chapter 11 Chapter 1: Gun Eleven

In the eighth year of Emperor Xi, the fourteenth day of the eighth month. At night, everything is silent. Himeno, with his upper body naked, fetched a heavy crock of water from the stream in the garden, and poured the water on a huge bluestone.The polished bluestone reflected like a mirror under the moonlight, and Ji Ye placed Huya's spear point on it, and sharpened its edge vigorously.The tip of this gun is seldom blunt, and it is extremely difficult to sharpen it. He used all the strength of his whole body, and the muscles of his whole body were tangled up, like a crouching little leopard.

Little by little, the gloomy black gold appeared from the edge of the spear again.Himeno wiped the sweat off his brow, dipped the gun point in the stream, and let the running water wash away the stains on it.It seems to be broken in the water, but the light is sharper and gleaming, like fragments of stars. Himeno let go of his hand, and the entire spear pierced effortlessly into the gravel under the stream.He turned around and looked at the dark shadow of his big house in the hazy night without a single light.The father and aunt had already fallen asleep, and the father specially asked Chang Ye to sleep in a warm cage outside the house of the couple, because tomorrow is the day of the martial arts performance in the Great Liuying.Ji Qianzheng is very tired these days, teaching his two sons to practice martial arts day and night.The sons also worked hard. The eldest son, who had always been withdrawn, seemed to be attracted by the prospect of joining the army. He was especially diligent in practicing guns. Ji Qianzheng felt that his son had opened up his mind. He was overjoyed and his expression eased a lot.

The prince from the Northern Land Golden Tent had entered Nanhuai City with great fanfare a few days ago, and Yuran also took Ji Ye to see it.Hundreds of white horses of pure color in Honglu Temple led the way with flags, and the entire Ziliang Street was sealed off, and no civilians were allowed to walk.But when the barbarian steed slowly approached, it really frightened the people in Nanhuai City.Some of them have never seen such a majestic and tall war horse in their entire lives. They are two horse heads taller than Donglu's horses, and their chests are half as wide. There is no excess fat on their bodies.One was as heavy as two Donglu horses, and it didn't look like a horse, but a ferocious monster.Those who have good deeds will measure the hoofprints of those horses, the smallest one is the size of a tureen.And those northern barbarian warriors who wore leather armor and fur decorations in the hot summer were even more terrifying. They raised their heads and looked into the distance, and occasionally lowered their eyes, which made people turn their heads in a hurry.

But Ji Qianzheng was still very happy, saying that although the barbarian warriors were strong and strong, they might not be flexible. Chang Ye's Great Qi Sword won by cleverness and would never suffer. Himeno remembered his father's smile when he said this.He looked up at the starry sky, and suddenly felt that he missed Yuran so much, that she was by his side. There was a splash of water behind him, and he turned his head abruptly.There are circles of ripples on the stream, and there is no one quietly, only the ancient gun is quietly inserted in the water. "I know, you are there," Ji Ye said in a low voice, "We will go to Daliuying together tomorrow, we will definitely win."

The ripples spread out round and round, and the water waves refracted. It seemed that there was a shadow standing beside the gun stepping on the water.Shadow lowered his head, looking at the reflection of the gun in the water. "No one expects me to beat them, but in fact I can," Ji Ye walked towards Huya step by step, "If I tell others, they won't believe me, but you will believe me. You are my weapon, We are always together, I didn’t tell anyone, not even Yuran. I will fight the barbarians with you tomorrow, and we will be together when we go into battle in the future.”

He stepped into the stream, the water swayed, and the shadow of nothingness disappeared.Ji Ye stroked the barrel of the gun with one hand, and took out an iron-blue finger cot from his pocket with the other. A flying eagle with a star in its mouth was engraved on the surface with shadow patterns.He wiped the fingertips on his belt, and slowly put them on his thumb, feeling its icy coldness. This is a finger cot handed down from Ji's family. Ji Qian was going to melt it, but after being sealed in the furnace for ten days, there was no sign of softening.One night, Ji Ye quietly took it out and put a little gray tin into the furnace.The next morning, Ji Qianzheng discovered the gray tin sintered into balls. He was overjoyed and sealed up the entire furnace, transporting it to a mountain outside the city and discarding it.He didn't expect that this finger cot was in the north wing room not far from him, and that ancient and heavy fate was far from leaving him.

Ji Ye stared at the cold and arrogant eagle head, his gaze seemed to be lit by the cold light reflected from his fingertips.He took out a copper coin from his belt and threw it high into the air.He pulled out his gun like lightning, shot out of the creek with water spray, turned around, charged up, and fired the gun in a short moment. The long gun aroused a low tiger roar in the air. The "Turning and Stabbing" of "Poisonous Dragon Poses" is the most difficult type of stabbing in spear art.To push the gun out at the moment of turning around, and to rotate the spear, the distance of force is almost zero.In the end, it is necessary to accurately hit a target the size of a copper tin to be considered a perfect turn and stab.

The copper tin rolled and fell, and hit the tiger's head on the neck of the gun with a "jingle". Himeno stood there silently, knowing that he still couldn't stab the spear perfectly.As Ji Qianzheng said, his gun is still too strong.He secretly watched the martial arts of those barbarian youths, but he couldn't see them clearly from a distance. He only felt that they were powerful and fast, and they were not as flashy as Donglu martial arts.He thought that in order to restrain the strength of the barbarians, the only thing he could do was to have a faster speed and a more accurate stab, but there was too little time, and his "turn around stab" was still immature.

He stayed there for a while, then suddenly remembered something, jumped up suddenly, and jumped out of the gap in the wall. Yu Ran stood on the top of the tallest beech tree in front of the door, closed her eyes, letting the starlight like flowing water cast on her. On nights like this, she likes white clothes, as pure as the girls holding hands and singing in the ancient forest of Ningzhou. Ji Ye always doesn't understand why she is doing this, but when he looks at Yuran like this, he just likes it. I am particularly obsessed with thinking about what the distant Ningzhou looks like.Yuran said that the forest there was a boundless gray-gray, and in the deepest valley of the forest was the "ancient seat" - the Temple of Teclis in Yu's mouth.There the steps are lit with splinters of the stars, and it is always the night of the full moon, and the handmaidens of the gods sit in circles in perpetual gardens, their white skirts cut from clouds.

"Yu Ran." He shouted boldly. Yu Ran lowered her head and saw the boy with a long gun under the tree waving his arms at her.She climbed down the branches as lightly as a bird, and Ji Ye couldn't figure out how Yuran could be so light.Sometimes Yuran would ride on the back of his neck and fly a kite, and it wasn't that light. "What's interesting? What's interesting?" Yu Ran clapped her hands happily. Meditation under the moonlight was her homework, but she really didn't like such homework.At this time, her head was filled with cruise ships on the lake, street vendors, and thunderous applause in the library, and it seemed like a big drama was going on in her head.

"Is your grandpa there?" Ji Ye said, "I want to see your grandpa." "What are you looking for him for?" Yu Ran froze for a moment. "I want to ask him something about gunplay." "Okay." Yu Ran nodded helplessly, she saw Ji Ye's seriousness. The old man was sitting on the steps, with a pot of hot tea in front of him, and an old harp in his arms. "Yuran, you'd better do your homework," he just smiled when he heard the intention, "I'll talk to the young warrior." Yu Ran reluctantly left, Ji Ye felt a little uneasy, in fact, he never saw the old man again after that time. "Ji Ye, is that right? This is your name," the old man said, "Yu Ran said that tomorrow you are going to represent Tang in a martial arts competition." "yes." "I also know why you came here, but unfortunately I can't teach you." "Why?" Ji Ye didn't expect to be rejected, after all, it was the first time that the old man directly taught him the essence of spear skills. "You have progressed too fast, my child. If you go further down, you may touch the essence of power. But power is bestowed by the God of Beichen. He bestowed this gift on the earth when the world was opened. Creatures, let us use it to fight all evils. To obtain it, you have to go through many tests. The essence of letting ordinary people gain power is a blasphemy to the Valkyrie. The ultimate mystery belongs only to the strongest and bravest warriors. He has to fight for a goal," the old man shook his head, "Your father's martial arts are too powerful for his ideals, but fortunately he didn't abuse the martial arts passed down by your Ji family." Ji Ye was silent for a while, then he turned his head away, "But you don't know what I'm thinking, you don't know my ideal?" "How old are you? Fourteen years old? It's too early for a fourteen-year-old child to say ideals," the old man's eyes became sharper, "I have to choose the most suitable successor for the mystery of spearmanship, you are always so rude Ask someone else directly?" Ji Ye bit his lip, turned around and left, "Then I don't beg you." "Stubborn." The old man sneered. Himeno strode to the door. "Stop!" The old man's voice came from behind, "What's on your finger?" Ji Ye covered his hands in a panic, "It belongs to our family, don't worry about it." "I told your father to melt it," the old man's voice was aggressive. "A man of his kind is not worthy to keep the fingertips of the Sky Drive Warrior." "I want to keep it myself," Ji Ye retorted vigorously, "Why do you care about our family's things?" "You want to keep it yourself?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, "You stole it from your father...?" "Anyway, it's mine." Ji Ye's mind was pierced, and he could only stubbornly deny it. "Why steal it?" "I... I like it." The old man raised his eyebrows, "Like it? Do you like stealing, or do you like finger cots?" "Who likes to steal?" "Then you like that finger cot." After looking at Ji Ye for a long time, the old man's voice softened, "Son, come here." Himeno walked up to the old man vigilantly. There was a sharp light in the old man's squinted sea-blue eyes, and an indescribable expression, as if seeing a long-lost friend.A little flame burned in his eyes, heating the blood of his aging body. "Son, do you really like this finger cot?" Ji Ye lowered his head to caress the eagle picture on the fingertip, and said "hmm", "I always thought, so the person wearing it must be a very strong warrior, right? My father is afraid of it, and my younger brother doesn't like it either." But if a person can practice martial arts so well that people are afraid of him for many years after his death, then he must be an extraordinary person. If he didn't suffer more injuries and bleed more than others, who would I can't practice the strongest martial arts. I'm not afraid of bleeding, I'm not afraid of getting hurt, but I must win tomorrow. I wear it, and I will be like the person who wore it before!" He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands jumped.His fists were trembling, and his lips were trembling. He regretted that he had spoken out this secret in his heart so easily.But he couldn't help it, he clenched his fists tightly, letting the fingertips dig into his flesh tightly. The old man smiled suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to show Ji Ye his own fingertips, "The God of Beichen, the Lord of the Vast, pervades the Cangming, and travels with extremes. This one of mine is the fingertip of the Cangming Eagle." .” "The God of Beichen, the Lord of Cangqing, soars through the vast sky." He held Ji Ye's hand, "This one of yours is the eagle of Qingjun." He stood up and held Ji Ye's hand, "Son, I didn't want to teach you. There are too many flames in your heart, maybe one day, you will be burned to death by the fire in your own heart. But at this moment It is the age of cowards, and it is rare to hear the voice of a tiger, since you are already the master of the numb Erdus Golia..." "Our lord, we have never forgotten the time when your radiance shone on our shoulders, making us brave and fearless. But you have waited silently for so many years," the old man folded his hands on his chest and bowed down to the vast starry sky , "Our master, the blue emperor, your spirit has not left. The child is the new kindling, has he heard your voice?" Ji Ye looked up and saw the stars that the old man was looking up to. Seven iron-blue stars were slowly rising from the far east. "Wearing the fingertips of Sky Drive on the night before the decisive battle," the old man said quietly, "it's an old habit. The legend no longer continues, and I haven't heard of anyone liking it for many years. Even the tradition of Sky Drive has been forgotten. These Fingertips, are you all lonely?" He grabbed the gun under his feet, "Son, you are very similar to your great-grandfather, and you are becoming more and more similar." "Are you willing to teach me spear skills? I can learn that kind of spear skills, right? I definitely can!" Ji Ye looked anxious.He felt something strange resonating between him and the old man, making a metallic hum in the void. The old man did not answer immediately.He stood there straight, using his heel as the axis, and spun the spear pointed at the ground, and a perfect circle with a diameter of more than ten feet was drawn on the ground by him. He took a step and walked into the circle, "This is the circle of guns, boy, come in." Himeno stepped in lightly, facing the old man. "One night may not be enough for you to appreciate the ultimate spear technique, but as Ji Yang's great-grandson, you should at least watch the spear technique that slaughtered a dragon a hundred years ago. This is an extremely fierce spear, the emperor in spear technique." The old man slowly pressed the barrel of the gun to his shoulder, "The iron armor is still there!" He used the oldest courtesy to a teenager. "Still there!" Recalling the question and answer between the father and the old man that day, these five words made Ji Ye's blood rush.It seemed to him like some kind of incantation, with holy oil burning and boiling in it. The old and the young retreated from each other in the chilling atmosphere, and the two spears of the same standard made a clear sound at the same time in the cold moon breeze.