Chapter 10 soul gun

Life is a joke, and everything appears to be so; I thought so before, and now I know it. Shazilong's escort agency has been converted into 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; soon, they lost their land, freedom and rights. 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 those who pass through the tomb will destroy Fengshui.The maroon dart flag with many spikes, the steel knife with green sharkskin sheath, the horse with bells ringing, the wisdom and slang in the world, loyalty and fame, even Sha Zilong, his martial arts and career, all come into being like a dream. 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 there is no food for dart walking, 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 on a frosty night?However, now he has flesh on his body.The bodyguard bureau changed to an inn, and he himself occupied three north rooms in the back yard, with big guns standing in the corner, and several pigeons in the yard.It's just that at night, he closed the door of the small courtyard and got used to his five tiger soul-breaking gun.This gun and this set of guns have been created for him in the northwest area for twenty years: the word "sharp gun Sazilong" has 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 sharpshooter.During the day, he doesn't talk much about martial arts and past events; 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 descendants of the poor, and they all 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 strength, they could have a full belly;Besides, they often go to walks: five tiger sticks, open roads, too lions and less lions are nothing compared to walking darts, but they have a chance to be active and show their faces.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 jacket of freshly bleached fine market cloth, and a pair of fish scale shoes, preferably blue satin. Tiger boots.They are the apprentices of the sharp gun Sazilong. Although Sazilong doesn't admit that he shows his face everywhere, he will have to pay two dollars if he leaves, and they may 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, in order to fight or perform skills, ask for a trick, or please tell me a pair, such as grabbing a knife empty-handed, or hooking a tiger's head into a gun. Teacher Sand sometimes makes a joke, and sloppyly goes: What to teach?Take the boiled water and pour it!Sometimes just kick 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 guys opened up the stage 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 read a few words: kick the heroes of the world with your feet, and punch the heroes of the five roads!He glanced around: Folks, Wang Sansheng is not a performer; he knows a few tricks, walks through darts on the northwest road, and meets friends in the green forest.It's okay to be idle now, let's set up a place to play with you.Those who love to practice feel free to come down, Wang Sansheng will make friends with martial arts, and those who appreciate face, I will accompany you.The sharp gun Sazilong is my master; his skills are authentic!Everyone, is there anyone willing to come down?He looked at it, knowing that no one would dare to come down, his words were tough, but the steel whip was even tougher, weighing eighteen 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 coat, tightened Shen Yuebai's waist, and stabbed his stomach into it.Give the palm of your hand a mouthful of saliva, and pick up the big knife: Ladies and gentlemen, Wang Sansheng practiced first and took a look.Don't practice in vain, after practice, throw a few with you; if you don't have money, give a shout out and cheer.There is no business here.Well, catch your eye! The big knife leaned against the body, the eyeballs protruded so high, the face was tense, and the chest bulged 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. He stood upright, a head taller than everyone else, like a black tower.Withdrawal: Everyone!Holding a knife in one hand and akimbo in the other, looking 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 him.

Have time!An old man with a yellow beard in the northwest corner answered. ah?Wang Sansheng didn't seem to understand. I said: You have time!The old man's tone was very unpopular. Putting down the sword, Wang Sansheng followed everyone's heads to look northwest.No one looked at this old man: he was short and dry, wearing a rough blue shirt, his face was sunken, his eyes were deeply sunken, he had a few thin yellow beards on his mouth, and he carried a small yellow grass on his shoulder. Braids are as thin as chopsticks but definitely not as straight as chopsticks.Wang Sansheng could see that this old fellow was capable, with a bright forehead and bright eyes, although the eye sockets were deep, but the eyeballs were as dark as two small wells, with a deep black light shining.Wang Sansheng is not afraid: he can see whether others are capable or not, but he believes in his own ability even more. He is a general under Sha Zilong.

Come down and play, uncle!Wang Sansheng spoke very appropriately. 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 Sazilong, what do you think?Well, 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. All the people came back, and it was useless for the bear jugglers next door to beat their gongs.

Three sticks into the gun, right?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 eyeballs 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 point of the gun rushed to the middle of the old man, and the old man's eyes were so bright that they were black; Covering the crotch, the upper handle hits the barrel of the gun that was just about to be withdrawn; clap, the gun fell to the ground again.There was another applause outside the arena.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 are not bad, the one surnamed Wang is convinced!But there is one thing, do you dare to meet Teacher Sha? I came here just to meet him!The old man's dry face wrinkled as if he were smiling.Let's go; take it, I invite you for 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.Many people followed, and he scolded them to disperse.

Your old name?he asks. The surname is Sun, the old man's words are just like people's, they are all so dry.I love to practice; I have long wanted to know Sazilong. 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 no match.Knowing that Old Man Sun was going to suffer, he felt relieved and slowed down a bit.

Where is Uncle Sun? In the middle of the river, a small place.Old man Sun was also a little more friendly: "The moon stick is a sword for a lifetime, and it's not easy to see how you work!"Seriously, your hands aren't bad! The sweat on Wang Sansheng's head came back again, and he said nothing. 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 is reading this "Feng Shen Bang" on the bed, is there something wrong? Sansheng's face was purple again, his lips were moving, and he couldn't speak. Sazilong sat up, what's wrong, 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 attack; he had to stir up the teacher: an old man surnamed Sun was waiting for the teacher outside the door; he knocked out my gun, gun, twice!He knew how important the word "gun" was in the teacher's 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 is 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 teach you marksmanship!He couldn't help but say it. The sand dragon didn't catch the ball.Wang Sansheng came in with a teapot, 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 pot. Sansheng, Sha Zilong picked up a teacup, went to find Xiaoshun and the others, see you in Tianhui, and eat with old man Sun. What?Wang Sansheng's eyeballs almost fell out.Looking at Teacher Sha's face, he dared to be angry but said yes!Step out, pouting. Teaching apprentices is not easy!Elder Sun said. I didn't take any apprentices.Let's go, the water is not boiling!Go to the teahouse to drink, and eat when you are hungry.Sha Zilong picked up the blue satin bag from the table, with a snuff bottle on one end and some money on the other, hanging on his belt. No, I'm not hungry yet!Old man Sun was very determined, swiping the pigtail from his shoulders to the back with two no words. Talk for a while. I'm here to learn how to shoot. The time has long been put aside, Sazilong pointed at his body, he has already grown flesh! It's okay to do so, Elder Sun took a deep look at Teacher Sha: No contest, teach me the five tiger soul-breaking gun. Five Tigers soul-breaking gun?Sand Dragon laughed: I forgot about it!I forgot about it!Let me tell you, stay with me for a few days, let's go shopping, and before leaving, I will give you some panchuan. I don't go shopping, and I don't need money, I come to learn art!Old man Sun stands up, I'll show you how to practice, see if it's enough for school or not for learning!As soon as he bent his waist, he had reached the courtyard, scaring the pigeons into flying.Pulling aside the frame, he punched Zha: his legs were fast, his hands were flowing, and he flew up with one foot, his braids floating in the air, like a kite falling from the sky; , neatly; six times back and forth, the courtyard is full, walking round, tightly connected, the body is in one place, and the spirit runs through to all directions. Clasping his fists together, he tightened his body, like swallows flying around in a courtyard suddenly returning to their nests. good!good!Sand Dragon nodded and shouted on the steps. Teach me that gun!Elder Sun clasped his fists. Sha Zilong went down the steps, also holding fists: Old man Sun, tell the truth; that gun and that gun set will be put into the coffin with me, together into the coffin! Do not pass? Do not pass! Old man Sun's bearded mouth moved for a long time, but he didn't say anything.Going into the house, I picked up a blue cloth shirt, and stretched my legs: Excuse me, goodbye! Let's go after dinner!Sand Dragon 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, but they didn't go. Neither Wang Sansheng nor Xiao Shun dared to go to the Earth Temple to perform, and none of them bragged about Sha Zilong; on the contrary, they said that Sha Zilong had stumbled, and they dared not fight an old man; Kick to death.Don't say that Wang Sansheng lost to him, Sha Zilong is not tall either.However, Wang Sansheng finally met with the old man, and Sha Zilong didn't even dare to say a hard word.The sharp gun Sand Dragon seems to be gradually forgotten by people. The night was quiet and crowded, Sha Zilong closed the small door, and stabbed down the sixty-four spears in one breath; then, leaning on the gun, looking at the stars in the sky, he remembered the majesty of the wild forest in Yedian.With a sigh, he slowly stroked the cool and slippery body of the gun with his fingers, and smiled again, no word!Do not pass!