I survive in the weird Liaozhai

Chapter 113 Jiang Wei

The warm sun was shining brightly at noon in a small courtyard of the Jiang Mansion.

Gu Nian'an was holding a silver spear and moving it casually with his right hand stretched out.

The five fingers of his right hand grasped the end of the gun handle, and he immediately held the spear, which weighed dozens of pounds of fine iron, level.

Gu Nian'an slowly closed his eyes and stood in the yard, motionless.

The gun is the king of all weapons and a deadly weapon on the battlefield. If you want to use the gun well, you must have the courage to move forward and risk your life.

The spear techniques include flicking, stabbing, circling, holding, writing, and pointing, which make the spear very flexible and changeable in actual combat, and can better deal with various enemies.

In fact, these have nothing to do with him. This spear is Xu Chongxiao's relic.

He had never come into contact with this kind of weapon before, so it was impossible for him to quickly become an expert in using a gun.

In his previous life, Gu Nian'an once heard a saying: "Years of swords, months of sticks, and a lifetime of guns."

If you want to hone your spear skills to a certain level, you need to spend a lot of time and effort to practice it carefully.

So he had other ideas about the spear in his hand.

But no matter what ideas you have, getting familiar with the weapon in your hand is an essential process.

No matter what the weapon was, in his eyes it was just an extension of his hands and feet.

If you can practice with weapons to the point where they become a part of your body.

I think no matter what weapon it is, I can use it with ease.

Gu Nian'an stood quietly in the courtyard with his eyes closed, but the strange thing was that his muscles were wriggling slightly, and even his bones were making a slight humming sound.

This went on for an hour, and suddenly Gu Nian'an's ears moved.

Retracting the spear in his hand, he turned to look at the young figure standing at the door.

"You have something to ask me."

The little guy walked a few steps forward to the boy standing with the gun, and looked at him curiously.

"You were practicing shooting."

"Well, is there something wrong?"

"My father taught me how to shoot. You can't become a good shooter if you stay still like you did before."

Gu Nian'an slowly squatted down and looked at the serious-looking child in front of him with some surprise.

“Weapons are an extension of fists and feet. To be familiar with weapons and coordinate the body and weapons is the basis of martial arts training.

When a weapon becomes a part of your body, any martial arts skill will exert a power beyond your imagination."

Gu Nian'an's words left the child stunned for a moment.

"Part of the body?"

He had never heard this statement before, but he thought it made sense.

After coming to his senses, the child's eyes gradually became brighter.

"Can you teach me how to use a spear?"

Gu Nian'an put the spear in his hand on the ground and gently touched the child's head.

"This spear is a relic of my good friend. I have only had it for a short time and I know nothing about spearmanship, so I probably can't teach you."

This was not an excuse, but Gu Nian Anjue felt that his spear skills might not be as proficient as the child in front of him.

And other people may not be able to learn how to use the spear.

Without dodging the intimate gesture of the boy in front of him, Jiang Wei lowered his head and thought for a moment before speaking.

"I heard from Sister Hongyu and Sister Xiaoxue that you are very powerful, so I want to learn skills from you."

Looking at the serious little guy in front of him, Gu Nian'an smiled slightly.

"Can you tell me why you are so persistent in learning skills?"

"I want to go to the border to kill the enemy. I want to learn skills to protect my father and mother."

Upon hearing this, Gu Nian'an's pupils shrank slightly.

"The border?"

Although I have never been there, I have heard of it.

Daqian is bordered by the sea to the west, grassland to the north, endless Hundred Thousand Mountains to the south, and an uninhabited desert to the east.

When it comes to the border, Gu Nian'an doesn't think of anything else except the grassland battlefield in the north.

It borders the grassland and has to deal with attacks from grassland barbarians all year round.

It is also the biggest flesh and blood mill in the world. Many people, whether they are barbarians or men of Daqian, are buried here every year.

"The border isn't a good place to be. Isn't it good to live peacefully?"

The little child's expression was extremely serious, and there was even a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

"My father lost his hand at the border, and the wounds on the uncles and aunts in the mansion were also left by the grassland people, so I will definitely go to the border to help them avenge their deaths in the future."

Ugh!

Gu Nian'an sighed softly. What can you say about hatred? It is both a motivation and a burden. Once you are blinded by hatred, the results are often not very good.

What's more, the person in front of him is still a child. He should not be affected by this racial hatred.

"There is no right or wrong on the battlefield. Life and death are never decided by humans. It is a blessing to escape from the battlefield alive.

Don't practice martial arts with hatred in your heart. Think about your father and your mother. Practice martial arts with the idea of ​​protecting the people around you. Maybe you will achieve greater success in the future."

Listening to the boy's words, a little confusion flashed in the little boy's eyes, but in the end he nodded firmly.

"I will protect everyone around me, so can you teach me martial arts?"

After pondering for a moment, Gu Nian'an nodded slightly.

"I can't teach you anything advanced, but we can learn some basic martial arts knowledge together."

Hearing this, Jiang Wei was overjoyed and ran out of the courtyard, shouting loudly as he ran, "Sister Xiaoxue, Sister Hongyu, please help me get my spear."

Gu Nian'an picked up the spear from the ground, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

It’s a test or something else, but it doesn’t matter. He has no bad intentions and there is no need to worry too much.

Besides, the child just now left a good impression on him, so there is nothing wrong in teaching him something.

A moment later, Jiang Wei ran back to the courtyard carrying a black spear that was over one meter long.

Shen Qiuxue and Li Hongyu followed him in.

The child ran to Gu Nian'an and bowed, saying, "My name is Jiang Wei, the son of the border general Jiang Xiao. Master Gu, please give me your guidance."

Reaching out to help the child in front of him, Gu Nian'an nodded gently.

"My name is Gu Nian'an and I'm a Taoist priest. I only know a little bit about spearmanship, so we can just refer to each other."

After saying this, he stopped wasting time and started teaching the children how to use a rifle.

This way of learning gunmanship was what he learned from movies in his previous life.

I heard that this thing is of great help in learning the use of guns, but now he is still in the exploratory stage.

Holding a rifle may seem simple, but to actually do it, it will be a very demanding process that requires physical strength, energy and coordination.

When holding the spear, one must not only be aware of every detail of the spear in one's hand, but also constantly coordinate the fit between the body and the spear.

The ultimate goal is to train yourself to the point where you can clearly feel even a strand of hair touching the spear.

If one could reach this level, when fighting with others, he would be able to clearly sense the opponent's strength the moment his weapons collide with his opponent's, and thus react quickly, or even kill with one blow.

After correcting Jiang Wei's movements step by step, Gu Nian'an also raised the spear in his hand and stood beside him.

In the quiet courtyard, two young boys, one big and one small, were holding their spears seriously.

In a corner of the courtyard, two beautiful girls looked at a man, one big and one small, holding spears with smiles in their eyes.