Zongman: I accidentally picked up a JK

Physical exorcism works for whoever uses it.

There were no wounds or blood throughout the whole process, as if it was a censored violent game.

But this made Tang Dao and Tang Liang feel even more horrified. This was reality, not a game.

"Sorry for the trouble, Uncle Dao, Uncle Liang."

After turning around, Mingyou had his usual casual, sunny and handsome face again.

"Oh, I'll arrange for someone to send it over right away." Tang Dao was not as outspoken as usual.

He had a higher respect for Mingyou. In the past, it was because of his status, but now it was because of Mingyou himself.

If Mingyou beat Yaguchi until he was covered in blood, he would just think it didn't matter. It was nothing for the eldest son of the Tang family to be a little arrogant. The worst that could happen to him was that he would be his lackey.

But witnessing with his own eyes how Mingyou was able to maintain his mind with reason and perfectly control the use of spiritual energy even when he was filled with murderous intent, made Tang Dao realize that Mingyou's future achievements would definitely not be low.

Working with such a person really makes one's blood boil!

"It's a bit early." Mingyou went to eat with Sayu at noon, "Uncle Liang, do we have a shooting range here?"

"Yes! Master, do you want to practice shooting?"

"I'm just sitting around doing nothing." Ming You didn't think that all dangers could be resolved by relying solely on spiritual power.

When they arrived at the shooting range, no one was training yet. Mingyou didn't know what to choose from the dazzling array of firearms.

Guns are attractive enough to boys. Just by picking them up and playing with them for a while, they are impressed by the mechanical beauty.

Tang Liang introduced the guns and the rules of gun use. There are basically several aspects: always assume that the gun is loaded, always assume that there is a bullet in the chamber, never point it at a target you don't want to shoot, never put your finger on the trigger when not shooting, and always check what is behind the target.

Of course, these rules do not need to be followed forever, and you need to respond according to the situation. But when training at the shooting range, these rules cannot be violated, otherwise you will be punished.

The gun in Mingyou's hand is 2012, and the prototype is the Combat Master 2011. The original is also there, but the 2012 is more in line with the grip of Asians.

Check, step up, aim, and pull the trigger.

boom--

deflect.

"Master, you have great marksmanship!" Tang Liang was the supporting actor.

"It's quite difficult." It was Mingyou's first time touching a gun, and he needed some time to get used to it.

The second shot, the third shot. At the 15-meter target, Mingyou was getting closer and closer to the ten rings.

After all, static target shooting rather than rapid shooting tests the body's muscle control more, which is not a problem for the exorcist. From the fourth shot to the 22nd shot, all of them were ten rings.

"Huh——" Mingyou took off his noise-cancelling headphones and took a breath.

Men really like to shoot. Whether it is with a gun or against...

"You are worthy of being called the young master. It took me almost a week to reach the young master's level." Tang Liang sincerely admired him, "Do you want to come again? Do you want to practice rapid shooting at moving targets?"

"Of course." Mingyou has become addicted.

Moving targets and rapid shooting require a sense of the gun. Facts have proven that Mingyou's sense of the gun is average, and it all depends on the control of his body, and his performance is far worse than that of a stationary target.

But after all, he is a beginner, and his talent is already demonstrated enough.

"Master, don't lose heart. Your level is good enough." Tang Liang said sincerely, "Many people don't have an intuitive understanding of the power of guns. Most of them come from games and movies. Even Tang Yuaner's people are nervous when facing enemies with guns. After all, being shot basically means being scrapped. Those who can survive without any damage are blessed by their ancestors."

"That's true." Mingyou recalled the performance of the guns in the game. "The machine guns in the game give me the feeling of being a heavier submachine gun with more bullets. The power is not great but it relies on the large capacity. Uncle Liang, have you used it?"

"How come you haven't used it? That's pure bullshit in the game. When Tiger and Dao and I were in Africa, we were blocked behind a bunker by an old black man with a machine gun for 20 minutes and couldn't get out. Aside from mobility, machine guns have almost no disadvantages. With that caliber, it can be used as a fully automatic sniper rifle. A normal person would lose a piece of it if hit by it."

"Oh? Is there another case where he is not an ordinary person?" Ming You wondered if he was a sports student.

"Mr. Luo." Tang Liang's eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be lying.

"...My master is so awesome?"

Mingyou only knew that everyone had great respect for his master, but he didn't know to what extent.

"Uncle Liang, what do you think of my master?"

"God! He is definitely a god!" Tang Liang showed a sincere look, "When I was in the orphanage, I heard the director tell the legend of Luo Xianren. I also heard it when I came to our house. The old prince himself said that he and Luo Xianren are close friends regardless of age difference, and he also grew up listening to the legend of Luo Xianren!"

The old patriarch Tang Lichen had never told Mingyou about this. Mingyou then realized that his master could be described as a "legend".

"How old is my master?" Ming You wanted to know. When celebrating Luo Daoren's birthday, we have to light candles, right?

"Live as long as the sky!" Tang Liang answered without hesitation.

"...This is quite troublesome."

"No? When is my master's birthday?"

It’s not that Mingyou is unfilial, but the master never mentioned it, and he had not seen the master very many times, so he had no chance to ask.

This matter made me feel like a traitor. Mingyou quickly took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to his master.

Mingyou: [Master, please forgive me, when is your birthday?]

As expected, it didn't recover. Mingyou was not in a hurry, and he would recover naturally when his master wanted to.

"Oh, Uncle Liang." Mingyou thought of something else, "How long does it take to learn how to drive?"

"Well." Tang Liang thought for a moment. "If it's just a one-day operation, it'll be fine. If it's a one-day operation, it'll depend on the situation."

"Is that so?" Ming You thought for a moment, "I'll come in the afternoon and spend the whole day tomorrow."

"Okay. That is, Master, if you learn to drive a right-hand drive car here in Japan first, you will have a hard time when you return home."

"It's okay. I'm very adaptable."

Having had some experience in his previous life, Mingyou also trusts his own brain.

Sayu worked part-time during the spring break, so it would be better to learn it early. Because he didn't trust his own brain when he was with Sayu.

At noon, at Tsurumi's convenience store, Mingyou and Sayu talked about learning to drive.

"Be careful." Sayu also thought it was a good thing. "If we buy a car, which one do you like?"

"Hmm..." Mingyou doesn't have anyone he particularly likes, unless it's... Xiaoyou with twin ponytails.

"Do you want to spend the money your aunt gave you?" Sayu never thought of spending the money on herself.

"Isn't that money saved for buying a house?" Ming You said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry for a car. I plan to buy a motorcycle first. Parking is much more troublesome than buying a car."

"Okay, motorcycles are nice too."

"Then wait until you get off work and we'll go buy it together."

Sayu fantasized about Mingyou carrying her, with her arms around Mingyou's waist and her face pressed against his back.

Whether it is wind or rain, they are blocked by Mingyou's safe figure, and I can only be happy.

And you can also secretly touch Mingyou's abdominal muscles and enjoy Mingyou's cute expression of endurance——

It's all fantasy. Mingyou bought two helmets when he picked up Sayu to buy a motorcycle after practicing.

With the helmet on, I can only hug Mingyou's waist, but not his back!

Now it was Mingyu's turn to enjoy Sayu's cute angry expression.