Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Chapter 344: Advice

Although Xuzhou City has returned to normal, the patrolling Tianxing Army can still be seen on the street, and they saw several waves of people passing by the street after coming out of Jiangfu.

But in fact, the people of the Tian Xing Army can only catch some young people at most if they search so carefully. If you really don't want you to catch them, you probably won't miss a single person.

"Here we are." Jiang He stopped in front of a shop.

However, the door of that shop was full of dust, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time.

"But it looks like no one is here." Jiang He shook his head and sighed.

"Let's take a look through the back door." Zhang Ming said.

This place was originally an armory. Back then, the imperial court did not control ironware. After the control, this armory has never been opened again.

They walked around the alley and came to the back of the armory.

But he saw an old man in plain clothes sitting by the back door, lying on the chair basking in the sun.

The old man's arm was bare, and a deep scar could be vaguely seen on his arm.

Jiang He recognized the scar when he saw it, stepped forward and said, "Old ghost, so you are not dead yet."

The old man lying on the chair slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

When he saw Jiang He, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't recognize him, and asked in doubt, "You are..."

"Jiang He."

"Oh... so it's Patriarch Jiang." The old ghost recognized him, "Please."

The old ghost got up and invited Jiang He into the house.

Su Tan glanced sideways at Zhang Ming, a little hesitant.

"Let's go." Zhang Ming said softly.

The two followed Jiang He and the old ghost into the house.

This house has two floors, connected to the shop outside. As soon as Zhang Ming walked in, Zhang Ming was surprised by the furnishings inside.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and forks, all kinds of weapons are placed on both sides, and a long spear stands in the center of the shop. With just one glance, Zhang Ming can see the extraordinaryness of the long spear in the middle.

"A lot of weapons." Su Tan sighed.

The old ghost came back to his senses and asked, "I haven't asked yet, but are these two juniors in Patriarch Jiang's family?"

"You can be considered a junior, but not from the Jiang family, my friend."

"Patriarch Jiang still has friends. It's really strange." The old ghost smiled, led the three of them upstairs, sat down at the table, and said, "Sit down."

The old ghost didn't have a name at first, but someone else called him later. Seeing that he was as skinny as a stick and looked like a ghost, he called him an old ghost, so he got used to it.

The old ghost is sixty-three this year, and has no children in his family. He is the only one, and it is not easy to live to this age. There are only a few white hairs left on his head, and his hands are full of calluses. Cocoons from the grinding of weapons.

"You haven't come to my shop for many years, and now I can't handle weapons with my body." The old ghost said.

"I'm looking for your help this time." Jiang He said, and then looked sideways at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming cupped his hands at the old ghost, and said, "Senior, I came here this time to ask senior for advice on marksmanship."

The old ghost paused for a moment, but did not answer Zhang Ming's words. He looked sideways at Jiang He, shook his head and said with a smile, "Patriarch Jiang must have made a mistake. Ask me to teach me how to shoot. My marksmanship is not good."

The old ghost really doesn't know how to use marksmanship very well. It can be seen from the weak internal strength of the old ghost that the strength of the old ghost is not high, but the calluses on the mouth of the tiger in his hands are abnormally thick.

Jiang He looked at the old ghost and said, "Old ghost, don't pretend to be in front of me. You are not very good at it, but no one knows better than you. This kid saved my daughter. I owe him a favor, otherwise I will I will not bring him here myself."

"Is that so..." The old ghost looked sideways at Zhang Ming.

At this point, it was hard for him to refuse. With his friendship with Jiang He, he could help with this little favor.

Su Tan asked softly: "The shopkeeper wants to learn marksmanship?"

Zhang Ming shook his head, looked back at her, and said, "It's you, not me."

Su Tan froze for a moment, but couldn't react.

The old ghost got up and said to Su Tan: "Girl, come downstairs with the old man."

"Senior, how do you know it's not me?" Zhang Ming asked.

"The old man can tell the difference between the sword wielder and the gun wielder." The old ghost said, and then he went downstairs regardless of Zhang Ming and Su Tan.

Jiang He smiled vainly, and said to Su Tan: "Little girl, that old ghost has hidden a lot of things, and they are all among the best. If you can get them out, they will all be yours."

Su Tan froze in place, a little at a loss.

"Let's go." Zhang Ming stood up and extended his hand to Su Tan.

Seeing Zhang Ming's hand stretched out, Su Tan's inner panic disappeared immediately, and he grabbed Zhang Ming's hand, "Okay."

Zhang Ming took Su Tan's hand and went downstairs.

Jiang He didn't move. He didn't mutter until Zhang Ming and Su Tan disappeared upstairs: "This kid has a hand."

He thought it was an elm bump.

When he got downstairs, seeing that Su Tan had already gone downstairs, the old ghost threw out the silver gun in his hand, "Go on."

Su Tan took the flying spear and stepped forward.

"Two tricks, old man, let's see." The old ghost said.

His marksmanship is not comparable to Su Tan, and he can only give a few pointers.

Su Tan nodded, and then saw her look normal, a fierce murderous look overflowed from those eyes, and it seemed like a different person in an instant.

"call."

The spear swept through the air, creating a gust of wind, and the sound of piercing the air could be faintly heard.

Picking, stabbing, sweeping, horizontal, with ease.

The old ghost frowned slightly, but felt that this marksmanship was somewhat familiar, and murmured: "Only attack but not defend..."

The old ghost recalled it, recalled it in a trance, and asked, "Do you have anything to do with Su Kuang?"

Su Tan was slightly surprised when he heard his father's name, and replied, "It's my father."

"No wonder." The old ghost nodded slightly, looked at Su Tan and said, "I just saw that you look a little like you, but...Su Kuang can only attack but not defend, and he is the only one in this world who can do this. Even though you are his daughter, it doesn't work either."

Hearing these words, Su Tan's heart tightened, and he pursed his lips.

"Your father is a desperate lunatic. He is crazy enough, but you are not enough. You have too many neat things on you. His gun is not suitable for you." The old ghost said.

Zhang Ming in the back nodded silently when he heard this, the old ghost was indeed right.

"But I don't know anything else." Su Tan said.

"You can learn." The old ghost raised his foot, and saw that the toe hit the weapon rack beside him, and a long spear was pushed out.

The old ghost reached out to take the long gun, pointed the tip of the gun to the ground, held it in his right hand and said: "Little baby, you have to be gentle, otherwise the old man can't beat you."

"Offended, senior." Su Tan said.

The old ghost's internal strength is not enough, so he must not be able to beat Su Tan. This is not a competition, but a pointer, and Su Tan also reduced his strength.

"Ding!"

The two spears collided and burst into flames.

Chapter 345: Master Killing

The two long spears swung, and the barrels of the guns collided, bursting out sparks.

Su Tan withdrew his gun, and the long gun circled around his waist, swept out, and with a sideways pick, the sharp tip of the gun went straight to the old ghost's throat.

The old ghost held a gun in one hand and pushed it upwards. The spear picked by Su Tan slashed past the old ghost's head, but the old ghost said: "Feel it well."

Su Tan understood, and cheered up at the same time.

"Zi..."

But he saw the spear in the old ghost's hand brushing against the spear in Su Tan's hand, driving the spear in Su Tan's hand.

Under the guidance of the old ghost, the gun in Su Tan's hand retreated and turned around again. In the blink of an eye, the old ghost smashed the gun, and at that moment, Su Tan also felt that the gun in his hand was not good enough. Do what you want.

"Zheng!"

The long spear was picked out and stabbed aside.

Su Tan froze for a moment, she didn't stab it, it was the old ghost guiding her.

"It's called using strength to fight against strength." The old ghost said.

Su Tan recalled for a moment, remembered the scene just now, and said, "Come again."

There were constant noises in the armory, and Su Tan cheered up, but the more she fought, the more weird she felt, and she always felt that the gun in her hand was not her own.

Every time he attacks, the force on the gun is dissipated, as if there is a feeling of being controlled.

This was also the first time Su Tan felt so powerless.

"Tai Chi?" Zhang Ming murmured in his heart, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like it, but it didn't seem so simple.

Use strength, borrow strength, and control guns.

After fighting for a long time, the old ghost was just repeating such a process. Su Tan tried his best but still couldn't break the old ghost.

Su Tan only felt a burst of force coming from his hand, and the tiger's mouth was shaken with pain. He stepped back half a step and said, "What kind of marksmanship is this?"

"This is not marksmanship." The old ghost said.

Some martial arts can be applied to all weapons, using strength to fight and turn strength into oneself. The old ghost is familiar with the flaws of Su Tan's deadly marksmanship, and Su Tan can't make half a step by relying on strength alone.

"Do you understand?" the old ghost said.

Su Tan fell silent, and in a trance, she also understood her own shortcomings. The old ghost's internal strength was not even at the peak of the mortal realm, but it allowed her to exert all her strength and still be in an invincible state.

"Please teach me, sir." Su Tan bowed his head and cupped his hands.

Zhang Ming watched from the side, but did not make a sound.

The old ghost is right, this method of using force to fight is really not a marksmanship, but just a skill, as long as it is not too harsh, it can be used with any weapon.

It is somewhat similar to Tai Chi, but it lacks something.

"Sure enough, there is something." Zhang Ming said inwardly.

Zhang Ming saw that Su Tan had already entered the state, so he didn't intend to stop and watch here, so as not to disturb the two of them.

Leaving the two of them behind, he walked sideways upstairs.

When I went upstairs, I saw Jiang He in the pavilion looking around. There are many things hidden in the old ghost's house. The ground floor is full of weapons, while the upper floor is full of calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings, as well as some novel objects.

The difference between upstairs and downstairs is very big.

Looking at the calligraphy and painting in front of him, Jiang He couldn't help but click his lips, and muttered: "This painting is really good."

After all, he looked at Zhang Ming behind him, and thought to himself, this kid came at the wrong time.

"What? You won't grab me when you see me coming?" Zhang Ming laughed.

Looking at Jiang He like that, he knew that he was attacking this painting. This old guy is usually serious enough to die, but he likes to steal people's things when it's critical.

Jiang He blushed and said indignantly, "Nonsense, am I that kind of person!"

"Yes, you are not." Zhang Ming smiled.

Zhang Ming stepped forward, looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and said, "By the way, isn't your friend a weapon maker? Why are you still interested in calligraphy and painting?"

"Both civil and military, you kid knows nothing." Jiang He glanced at him and said, "When I met the old ghost, he was still a farmer. There are not many people who look at it, but he is one of them."

"Then now..."

Zhang Ming was really curious why the old ghost looked like this now.

"The number one scholar in the martial arts examination was picked by someone." Jiang He said, "You should have seen the scar on his hand. Back then, I personally asked someone to help him get back the meridian, but it also left the roots. You can get a gun, but you can't use your martial arts."

"Is that the case?" Zhang Ming couldn't help sighing, which was a pity.

"There are not many people in this world who understand guns. If it weren't for what happened back then, he must be famous in the world today."

"You are so optimistic."