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Chapter 32: Far Away
As Lao Shacai's cheeks puffed up like a toad, his chest also puffed up like air.

Then, his puffed-up cheeks and chest suddenly shrank almost at the same time. Even with Geng Xuan's sharp eyesight, he could only catch a faint black shadow at the mouth of the tube.

Then, Geng Xuan saw a tree trunk at least thirty steps away explode with a loud "bang", and a hole with a diameter as big as an adult's arm was blown through somewhere in the trunk.

It was not until this moment that Geng Xuan heard the whistling sound of a high-speed object cutting through the air.

The old killer's display did not stop there, his cheeks puffed up rapidly.

Every time it swells up, it is exaggerated to the extreme;

Every retraction was firm and swift.

All the trees within a radius of twenty or thirty steps were in bad luck. As the sharp screams reached their ears, the "bang bang" sounds were heard, wood chips flew everywhere, broken branches fell, and fallen leaves drifted down like snow.

He didn't stop until the last bullet of "ammunition" came out of his mouth.

Geng Xuan was so shocked by his amazing performance that he was speechless.

In his opinion, except for the insufficient "ammunition supply" that could not form a true death scythe, this was no different from machine gun fire.

What impressed him most was not the power displayed by Mr. Chai's rapid shooting.

Rather, it was the skin and muscles of his cheeks, and even his entire chest cavity, that had been completely "instrumentalized" to allow him to squeeze them like this.

There is also the kind of precise coordination where the head turns where the eyes look, and the long tube held in both hands is aimed at that direction.

The eyes, head, body and hands become a complete whole at this moment.

Every movement is a movement, every response is a response.

Although it has long been known that after a cultivator reaches a certain level, he will become increasingly inhumanly powerful.

But Geng Xuan had never imagined that the first time he would experience this "inhuman state" so closely and so vividly would be in such a situation.

Geng Xuan was so shocked by the old killer's behavior that he couldn't speak for a moment.

The old killer glanced at him and said mockingly:
"Boy, this is powerful, isn't it?

Unfortunately, even if you have learned it now, you can only play with fine needles.

Any idea why?

It’s not that this method doesn’t work, it’s that you don’t work!”

Seeing that Geng Xuan didn't reply, he continued:

“Also, you have to learn to use your brain!
If you think the needle is not powerful enough, then aim at a certain spot, such as the eyes, temples, or wherever is most dangerous.

If you still feel it's not right, you can poison yourself... there are many ways!"

“If you think the needle is too small and you want something more powerful, why don’t you just go up to the sky?
How wonderful would it be if I could learn a skill and become invincible? "

Geng Xuan finally came to his senses and said with a bitter face, "Master Chai, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that. Please stop."

The old killer snorted in dissatisfaction, "Just talking nonsense? You are ruining my kindness!!"

"Yes Yes."

"Do you still want to learn?"

"If I want to learn, I'll learn this!"

"Then go back and come back in two days."

"Ah? Not today?"

"I have to get you some pipes first. ... Do you want me to give these to you? You wish!"
...You don't think that just making one with holes will be enough?

Then it would be most convenient to go to the woods and cut two bamboos!

...It's fine to just play around, but if you really want to become a master, you have to be very careful with the pipe."

Geng Xuan left with four books on cultivation techniques and a jar of strong wine.

The two people's communication for the day ended here.

Two days later, Geng Xuan came to the old killing yard early again.

Geng Xuan took the leather scroll handed to him by the old killer and unfolded it, and was immediately shocked.

A total of nine blowpipes, some long and some short, some thick and some thin, are firmly fixed in each buckle.

He felt like he was seeing a chef display a full set of professional knives or a technician unfold a full set of pedicure tools.

specialized!

"Are these all prepared for me?"

Geng Xuan couldn't believe it.

He really thought that all he needed to learn blowgunning was a blowpipe!
The old killer nodded lightly and said:

"Depending on your level of mastery of blowgun skills and your own realm of strength, the blowpipes you need to maximize the power of your blowgun will naturally be different.

You are lucky, I just happened to find a complete set. If you use it carefully, it will be enough to last you till old age."

Geng Xuan quickly said with gratitude, "Thank you, Master Chai."

"Don't thank me. I spent twelve silver bars, one hundred and twenty taels of silver, on this set! I remember it all. Don't even think about shirking your responsibility."

On this day, Geng Xuan inexplicably had an additional foreign debt of 120 taels of silver.

I got another set of blowpipes that are a bit too professional.

I also received a lot of fine needles, nails, and iron awls for free.

After that, Geng Xuan learned how to blow arrows for several hours.

It was not until he officially started learning that Geng Xuan realized that what Master Chai wanted to teach him about blowgun darts was far more than just aiming and blowing air.

This involves the coordination of eyes, mouth, head, body and hands.

At the same time, there is also the delicate control of facial skin and muscles, as well as the coordination of breathing, lungs, chest, and even the entire body.

Of course, if you are just looking for a quick improvement in short-term strength, there is no need to go through so much trouble.

But if you want to stay on the right path and reach the level of Lao Shacai one day, you must follow strict standards from the beginning.

When it was almost noon, Lao Shacai took the initiative to "drive away" Geng Xuan.

"Aren't you leaving yet? You want me to keep you for dinner? ...That's all for today, come back tomorrow...Think about it more when you get back."

After returning home, Geng Xuan put aside his practice of blowgun and continued his ambitious engineering plan.

The next day, Geng Xuan came to Lao Shacai's house again.

As they interacted more and more, their relationship became more and more relaxed and casual.

The old killer gradually revealed the "bad" side of his character. The closer they were, the less he could talk properly. But Geng Xuan didn't care at all and communicated with him in a normal way.

I also often find topics to talk about, rambling about all sorts of things.

They might be chatting about the daily life of Changpingfang one moment, and talking about interesting stories of Kangleji the next.

So during a break, Geng Xuan suddenly asked:

"Oh, Master Chai, I heard you mention the Nine Flow Secret Art before. What exactly is this Nine Flow Secret Art?"

The old killer sat aside and said casually:

"This Nine Streams of Secret Art is not a thing, but a general term for a series of books."

"The Nine Streams of Secret Arts is a collection of books? What are they?"

"That's a lot. I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who can explain it clearly. I've just lived a long time, met a lot of people, and heard people mention it a few times."

"Do you think this "The Bedroom" is magical?
But I have to say that this book is actually not very presentable.

I once heard someone talk about such a thing. More than 30 years ago, there was a man named Bu'a in the northern Xuanzhou area. He knew nothing about anything except horses.

How much do you understand?
He can easily find the traces of a herd of horses and can pick out the best horses with the purest bloodline and the greatest potential at a glance.

He could quickly tame even the wildest and most unruly horse.

He also knew how to quickly multiply the horse herd and how to make the horse herd better and better.

Dong Guan, who was just an inconspicuous military leader in Xuanzhou at that time, had a keen eye for talent and put him in charge of horse affairs.

Now Dong Guan controls the two states of Xuan and You, and his 100,000 Xuan and You cavalrymen have attracted the attention of the world.

In this regard, how much contribution did Bu A, who has been in charge of horse affairs for more than 30 years, make?
We outsiders can't explain it clearly, but what is certain is that if Bu'a hadn't worked hard for more than 30 years to completely improve the horse breeds of Xuan and You states, making Xuanyou horses famous horses in the world, it would definitely not be as easy for Dong Guan to gather 100,000 Xuanyou cavalry, right?
It is not an exaggeration to say that Bu'a has influenced the current world situation, right?
Where did his ability to identify, train and raise horses come from?
It is said to be a secret book called "The Horse-viewing Chapter".

This is also the most bizarre rumor I have ever heard about the Nine-Level Secret Arts.

Other things like 'controlling snakes and insects, flying eagles and running dogs' are indeed magical, but they are far from the level of directly changing the world situation like the "Horse Selection Chapter".

Geng Xuan was speechless after hearing what Lao Shacai said, and he just stared blankly.

After a long time, Geng Xuan finally spoke, whispering:
"Master Chai, you said these Nine Streams of Secret Arts are a collection of books. Could it be that they were intentionally compiled by someone?

Who in this world has such great ability? Who has such great ability? "

The old killer stared at Geng Xuan and didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Your father sent you to elementary school, right?"

Geng Xuan nodded.

"Then do you know about Emperor Yuan?"

Geng Xuan nodded: "Of course."

Then he was stunned.

"You mean, this was done by Emperor Yuan?"

Before Lao Shacai could answer, Geng Xuan nodded as if he suddenly understood.

"I see. Only he could do such a thing."

Geng Xuan tried to remain calm on the surface, but his heart was already surging with emotion.

In the memory of his previous life, all the knowledge related to Emperor Yuan that he had learned in elementary school many years ago, now surfaced like sediment, surging in Geng Xuan's heart.

(End of this chapter)