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Chapter 34 Enlightenment
Seeing that Geng Xuan remained silent, Lao Shacai took the initiative to end the topic.

"Alright kid, I'm going to give you another piece of advice. Whether you're a human being or practicing, be sure not to aim too high and keep your eyes on the sky.

Now, you should first study and understand the method of blowing the dart that I taught you."

Geng Xuan collected his wandering thoughts and replied, "Yes... But Master Chai, since you mentioned this, I have something on my mind that I can't help but express."

The old killer rolled his eyes and said, "What are you thinking, kid?"

Geng Xuan said aggrievedly: "Master Chai, who do you think I am?"

"Heh, when I see you sticking your butt out, I know you're holding back some good farts... why don't you let them out?"

"Well... In addition to the blowpipe arrows, I also want to learn your featherless arrows and chain tracing arrows."

Upon hearing this, the old killer, who had been lazily lying on the chair, suddenly sat up straight and stared at Geng Xuan with his eyes wide open as if he wanted to eat someone.

"What did you say?" he asked again.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would probably be so frightened that he wouldn't dare to say a word.

Geng Xuan pretended not to notice and said again:
"I said, I want to learn your featherless arrows and chain tracing arrows."

"How dare you say that!" The old killer suddenly jumped up and slapped Geng Xuan on the forehead.

Geng Xuan seemed to be prepared and dodged in advance, narrowly avoiding the slap on the head.

The old killer did not continue to chase and fight, but just gasped for breath.

While panting, he cursed:
"You bastard, you just treat everything I said these days as bullshit, right?

I have said it so many times, if you bite off more than you can chew!
The most frightening thing in cultivation is being dazzled, wanting to learn everything, knowing everything but being good at nothing. This kind of person is useless, do you understand?
I'm going to say this one last time today. If you dare to talk nonsense to me again, don't come to my yard anymore!"

As he spoke, he stared at Geng Xuan and said seriously:

"Don't expect to get me to give in by playing tricks on you. If you haven't learned how to blow darts yet, forget about it!"

"But I have almost mastered the blowgun."

Geng Xuan said in a stupid way, as if he didn't know how to write the word death.

The old killer stared at him with his eyes wide open and said nothing more, but it was obvious that he was really angry this time.

No matter how good your temper is, if you meet a stubborn person, you will eventually choose to "respect the fate of others."

What's more, Lao Shacai's temper has never been good.

Geng Xuan did not explain any more. Instead, he put a blowpipe, which was as thick as a pen tube and only a dozen centimeters long, to his mouth. He glanced around and caught a fly that landed on a grass leaf about five steps away.

[The host has mastered all the tricks of the blowgun, and his body also meets all the prerequisites for mastering this skill. You can quickly get started by consuming two points of luck. ]

【whether?】

This was the information that emerged in Geng Xuan's mind after he had received the teachings of Lao Shacai yesterday.

But Geng Xuan ignored it at that time.

At this moment, Geng Xuan thought to himself, "Yes."

In an instant, Geng Xuan's mind was filled with many experiences in the use of blowguns and various insights that could only be mastered after personal practice.

Not only that, Geng Xuan also felt that there were subtle changes between his eyes, head, body and hands.

Geng Xuan, with his eyes fixed on the fly on the grass leaf, naturally had a feeling in his heart.

"The aim is off. The blowpipe needs to be moved slightly to the left... There is also wind. Although it is not strong, it cannot be ignored. The effect can be offset by the rhythm of blowing and the direction of the needle..."

With all these thoughts in mind, Geng Xuan made an almost imperceptible adjustment to the mouthpiece of his blowpipe.

Then, Geng Xuan's cheeks bulged and shrank, and the breath in his mouth instantly poured into the blowpipe.

The next moment, a thin needle silently cut through the void.

The grass blade trembled slightly, and the fly resting on it seemed to sense something and flew away quickly.

But it had just flown up for a short while before it fell to the ground crookedly.

No matter how it kicks its legs and flaps its wings, it is just a final, futile struggle before death.

As the fly made its last struggle before death, its head, which should have been firmly attached to its body, was drooping down little by little.

In the end, only a tiny bit of skin maintained the final connection, preventing the head and body from being completely separated.

There was a tiny pinhole on the blade of grass where it had just rested. In the soil beneath the blade, a thin needle was mostly submerged.

The old killer no longer glared at Geng Xuan with that almost cannibalistic look, but instead stared at the fly on the ground that was almost beheaded by a needle for a while.

He walked to the grass again and looked at the tiny pinholes on the leaves.

He then pulled out the needle that was half submerged in the ground and looked at it carefully.

After a long time, he still couldn't find any flaws, so he turned to look at Geng Xuan and asked:

"Did you really do this?...But why don't I believe it?!"

Geng Xuan helplessly spread his hands, "You've seen everything I do. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

The old killer put his hands on his hips and looked around. Soon, he pointed at two flies chasing each other in the air and said, "Try it again. Just shoot down one of them at random, and I will believe you!"

Geng Xuan looked at him and said, "Master Chai, do you think this is reasonable?"

The two flies were about ten steps away from Geng Xuan and were still flying and moving in the air.

Compared to the last time, the difficulty has more than doubled!
The old killer seemed to realize that his request was a bit unreasonable. He coughed and said:
"As long as you can prove yourself this time, I will teach you how to use featherless arrows and linked tracking arrows!"

"Really? Not a lie?"

The old killer said nothing, but clasped his hands in his arms and stared at Geng Xuan.

Geng Xuan nodded.

His eyes were looking at the two flies that were moving quickly in the air and chasing each other ten steps away.

Ten steps away, fast movement, small size...

Without even trying, Geng Xuan felt powerless.

No need to try again.

Geng Xuan already understood that even if he tried hard, he would not be able to aim and lock onto the target with his newly acquired blowgun skills.

But Geng Xuan did not give up. He concentrated his thoughts in his mind, and new changes after he learned the art of blowing arrows emerged.

【Lucky: 36
Blowgun (Beginner)+】

"Improve." Geng Xuan concentrated his thoughts and clicked on it.

In an instant, the novice blowgun skill advanced to a small level of proficiency, and many more sophisticated blowgun dart techniques and methods of coordination and control of the eyes, head, body, and hands emerged in Geng Xuan's mind.

After consuming four points of good fortune, only thirty-two points were left.

【Lucky: 32
Blowing Arrow (Minor) +】

Geng Xuan looked at the two flies again.

The distance between them had become farther, but Geng Xuan's eyes followed their movements closely, and the blowpipe held firmly in his hand also slowly deflected and moved along with them.

At a certain moment, Geng Xuan had a strange feeling in his heart.

"It's now."

The next moment, a thin needle silently crossed the void of more than ten steps and accurately landed on the wings of a fly.

The fly's flight trajectory changed instantly, and then it seemed to realize the danger, and flew away quickly with a wing with a pinhole on it.

As for the other fly, it had disappeared without a trace.

Geng Xuan said regretfully: "It missed the target."

It's not that he was hiding his skill, he really missed the target.

He aimed at the fly's body, but the fly's quick movement hindered his judgment, and he ended up shooting only its wings.

The old killer stared at the direction where the fly disappeared in a daze for a long time, then turned his head to look at Geng Xuan, and slapped him on the shoulder with a "pa".

"I didn't expect you to be such a genius at darts... Why didn't I see you show it before?"

Of course it’s because I want to have more contact with you and understand the inside story of the Nine Streams Secret Art. Now that things are done and you are no longer needed, of course I can show it without any scruples!
Of course, this true thought can only turn in my mind and must never be spoken out loud.

"I wanted to express myself, but I felt like a dumpling in a teapot. There was something in my stomach, but I just couldn't pour it out... But today, it came out for no apparent reason."

"Well... kid, just be happy, you've finally gotten the idea!"

(End of this chapter)