Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 11
Zhou Paotou hung many bells up and down on the clothes drying pole, and asked Zhao Lin to stand seven feet away and shoot.

After Zhao Lin practiced for a few days, he was basically able to make the gun ring, and his shots became more and more stable.

"There is no problem with your tricks and eyesight, let me see if you have the guts."

Zhou Paotou took an egg and put it on top of his head, then sat on the chair, "Come on, pierce the egg with a spear."

Zhao Lin didn't move, stared at him and asked, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy."

"You put the eggs on top of your head, won't you be afraid that my hands will shake?"

Zhou Paotou said slowly: "Our village once had a master archery master who was proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts. His first time hunting in the mountains came across a wild boar. Guess what happened?"

"What's the matter?"

"I'm scared to pee, shaking all over, I can't even draw the bow! What's the reason?"

Zhao Lin pursed his lips, knowing that Zhou Paotou was right.

In the previous life, many athletes were super strong and had no opponents in small and medium competitions, but they performed abnormally when they came to the big competitions, because their psychology was not good enough, and their movements were deformed under high pressure.

No matter how strong the ability is, it's useless if it can't be used.

"I want to know if you have the courage and courage!" Zhou Paotou said word by word.

Zhu Dachun and Liang Song, who were practicing archery, also came over.

Zhu Dachun folded his arms, turned his eyes around Zhou Paotou and Zhao Lin, and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, if you are really open-minded, you are not afraid of accidents?"

Zhou Paotou said calmly: "I admit that something happened. It's better for me to die alone than for us all to be killed by Xiong Wei."

"it is good!"

Zhao Lin suddenly stepped forward, flicked his spear, and went straight to Zhou Pao's head.

Zhou Paotou thought he would have to persuade Zhao Lin repeatedly before agreeing, but he didn't expect him to attack without even saying hello, and he was speechless for a long time with his mouth wide open.

Zhu Dachun and Liang Song were also dumbfounded.

Zhou Paotou felt a chill on the top of his head, and something wet and sticky flowed down, and asked in surprise, "Bleeding?"

"It's egg whites."

Zhao Lin stood with his gun in his hand, heaving a sigh of relief.

He did this because he didn't want to give himself time to think and hesitate, and took it all at once, otherwise the more he thought about it, the more likely he would be nervous and make mistakes.

……

The day before departure, Zhao Lin only practiced spear for half a day to save his energy for going into the mountains tomorrow.

Following Liang Song and Zhu Dachun's example, he applied poison to the blood groove of the iron gun, and then wiped the gun body repeatedly to calm his mind.

"Are you nervous?" Liang Song came over and sat beside Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin was half-joking, and half-seriously said: "Don't be nervous, let's see if it can be a one-shot deal."

After hearing this, Liang Song laughed and said, "I don't think you're nervous. You didn't even blink your eyelids when you stabbed Zhou Pao's head with the gun."

Zhao Lin laughed a few times, and suddenly thought of a question, "By the way, Zhou Paotou said that no other Orion would kill Xiong Wei with him. Why did you agree?"

Liang Song fell silent, and after a while he said, "I want to save money to learn martial arts."

"Learn martial arts?"

Zhao Lin's eyelids twitched, it was the first time he had heard someone think the same as himself, and he couldn't help asking: "Do you learn martial arts to get ahead, or do you want to be more confident in hunting?"

"neither."

Liang Song shook his head, and said in a flat tone: "My father and my brother were killed by Beard, and I want to take revenge."

Hearing the word "beard", Zhao Lin's expression darkened.

People in Yingzhou often refer to bandits as beards.

It is said that bandits loved to use red-tasseled guns in the early years. When they lined up, the guns were stuck on the ground. From a distance, the red tassels fluttered like a red beard growing on their chins.

So people called the bandits "beards", and they themselves called them "scorpions".

Most of the beards came from poor backgrounds and became bandits when they couldn't survive. However, these people harmed the common people with ten times more ruthless means than the government.

Not to mention, in a place as poor as Sanjia Village, in addition to paying food to the government every year, Hu Zi also gets a share of the harvest.

Those who couldn't pay the government's food were dragged into hard labor at most, and died on the spot if they missed the beard's money.

Liang Song stroked the longbow in his hand, as if speaking to Zhao Lin, but also as if talking to himself.

"My family was originally in Guangde County, a hundred miles away. Three years ago, my father and my brother were transporting goods with a caravan. When they passed Mount Baitou, they met a group of men with bearded and drilled mountain leopards."

"My brother had an argument with Huzi to protect his pack horse, and Huzi stripped my brother naked and tied him to a big tree by the cliff."

"It was summer at that time, and there were as many mosquitoes in the mountains as a cow's hair, covering the sky at night. My brother was covered with blood-sucking mosquitoes, dying."

"My father couldn't stand it, and wanted to go up to save my brother, but was chopped in half by Hu Zi with an axe."

"When the news came back to Zhuangzi, my mother vomited blood and couldn't even survive the night."

Liang Song's calm tone made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhao Lin unconsciously clenched the iron gun in his hand.

Liang Song went on to say: "I was afraid that the bandits would come after me and kill my mother, so I had to bury my mother in a hurry, so I changed my name and surname and went to my cousin to seek revenge. Only Zhou Paotou and Brother Zhu know about this."

Zhao Lin sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "You are right, if I were you, I would do the same."

Liang Song thanked him, and said: "I've inquired about it, the leader of the Diamond Mountain Leopard is a master of Qi, much stronger than the usual warriors of Strength, and there are eight King Kong under his command, all of them are very skilled."

"I've only learned how to handle crops for two years. It's hard to kill them for revenge!"

Zhao Lin comforted: "Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. You see, Zhou Paotou also endured for 20 years in order to kill Xiong Wei."

At this moment, Zhou Paotou came over with a bag in his hand, and said to Zhao Lin, "You haven't practiced bow and arrow, so I prepared this for you."

As he spoke, he opened his pocket, revealing five small axes that were polished brightly, with a cold gleam on the blade.

"Flying axe?" Zhao Lin asked.

"Correct."

Zhou Paotou handed him the bag, "I'm afraid you will be distracted, so I'm giving it to you now. If you have a chance, you can throw it vigorously with an axe. Whether you can hit it depends on whether the mountain god will protect you or not."

"Okay." Zhao Lin nodded in response.

"I have practiced throwing axes, I can tell you about it."

Zhu Dachun came over, took out a throwing ax from his pocket, and explained: "When holding the ax, let the handle of the ax be aimed at the body, don't straighten your thumb, and hold the handle tightly."

"When throwing, shoot from the side and above, when you see the handle of the ax out of the corner of your eye, let go, and then the arm completes the swing."

As he spoke, he threw the ax out, right in the middle of the wooden pier hanging on the courtyard wall.

Zhao Lin shouted "Hello", and practiced for a while. Although the aim was not accurate enough, it was still possible to ensure that the ax blade hit the target.

When the sun was about to set, Zhou Paotou called everyone together.

"Everything is ready, we will go into the mountain tomorrow, do you have anything to worry about, let's talk about it?"

This is the rule of the hunters in the mountains: when hunting ferocious beasts, casualties are unavoidable. If the prey is caught in the end, the dead person should also get a reward agreed in advance.

Tell the funeral in advance, and the living will give money to the family of the deceased, which is also considered as a kindness.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhou Paotou said carelessly, "Then I'll say it first, I'm single, if anything happens, buy me a coffin and bury it next to my parents, and share the rest of the money with you." .”

"But it's best if you don't die. Otherwise, when I got underground, my father asked me how I got in. I said that I was shot to death by a bear just like you. The old man is probably so angry that he wants to shoot me to death again."

Hearing what he said so freely, everyone laughed.

Zhu Dachun said to Liang Song and Zhao Lin: "You talk first, I'll think about it later."

Liang Song was straightforward, "Give all the money to my cousin."

Zhao Lin thought for a while and said, "My family is in Sanjia Village, and my father's name is Zhao Baotian. I'll leave the money to them."

"Besides, my brother is doing hard labor, please tell my father to take ten taels of silver to find Qian Sanming."

After saying these words, he exhaled lightly.

In fact, he doesn't need to participate in this hunt, so his life is not in danger.

But when a person is alive, he has to bear some responsibilities, and blindly avoiding life is no different from a dead person.

When it was Zhu Dachun's turn, there was a sudden expression of embarrassment on his face.

Zhou Paotou urged: "Old Zhu, you are also a bachelor, what are you bothering about?"

Zhu Dachun faltered and said: "Well, if I die, the money will be given to Widow Wang in Wujiang Village..."

"What?"

The three of them looked at him together, wide-eyed and small-eyed.

Liang Song was stunned and said: "Cousin, you don't go home these nights, you say you are visiting relatives, but you are actually visiting Widow Wang's house to play?"

Zhou Paotou laughed loudly, "I said you were single in your thirties, so someone warmed the bed!"

"No wonder Widow Wang has been a widow for so many years, and her skin is still as tender as a little girl's. You have been watering the pear field for a long time."

Zhu Dachun's face turned red, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "What's wrong with the widow? The widow knows how to hurt people!"

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