Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

The long stick is as tall as a person, with thick arms, and the whole body is brown and black, with numerous gaps made up, its appearance is not good.If it falls on the ground on weekdays, it is afraid that it will be regarded as a worn-out fire stick, and no one will pay more attention to it.

Zhan Changsheng stood up, held the fire stick in his hand, and when he took it, it suddenly dropped, it was extremely heavy.The texture is neither gold nor wood, but it is like gold and wood, very strong and heavy.

As soon as he held the long stick with his fingers, Zhan Changsheng felt a torrent pouring into the sea of ​​consciousness, unfolding numerous scrolls, which made him understand the origin of Zhanlong clearly.

In the ancient times, the human world was still in a prehistoric state, and there were groups of demons making chaos and rampaging rampantly, and the respected demon dragon "shown" as the king.The magic dragon has strong mana, cruel temperament, and is addicted to eating human flesh, making life difficult for the people in the world.

The 360 ​​tribes of mortals joined forces to fight against the enemy. It took 99 years to create a sharp gun with the essence of heaven and earth such as million-day meteor crystals, Pangu sacred wood, and Minghai iron.

The spear is pitch black, weighs 960 jin, is six feet six inches long, and can only be carried by the joint efforts of a hundred warriors.Before it was released, it was sacrificed with the blood of hundreds of people, and it was even blessed by the Taoist burning lamp chanting scriptures for 99 days.

The tip of the gun is the main blade, surrounded by three auxiliary blades, which are the blade of the eternal life, the blade of the present world, and the blade of the afterlife, which correspond to the third life of the mortal, so it is named the third life impermanence gun.Because of the power of the blessing of the gods, it is very tyrannical. When the rumor was released, the sky and the earth changed color, and the situation was terrified. As the saying goes, "When a magic gun is shot, ten thousand ghosts cry", it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first gun in the world.

The divine bird chooses the tree, and the spiritual spear chooses the master. The impermanent spear of the third generation has been in the world for more than two years before choosing a man.The man entered the Tao with martial arts and was born with supernatural powers. He fought with King Xian for 99 days and finally killed the dragon.Once King Honghuang Xian died, all demons retreated, and mortals just got a chance to breathe, and they have thrived to this day.

The Lord of the Sharp Spear became famous in the first battle, and was named the Immortal Dragon Slayer, but his real name is no longer testable.

Therefore, the divine spear was also renamed as the Third Impermanence Dragon Slaying Spear. Afterwards, he fought with the Dragon Slaying Immortal on the Ten Continents, and then crossed the catastrophe to become an immortal. His prestigious name shocked the Three Realms.

It's a pity that the Dragon Slayer Immortal is a martial idiot, blindly pursuing power, and finally got into a catastrophe.

It turns out that there is an infinite wall between the fairy world and the kingdom of God. If you want to pass through, you have to pass through the Conferred God Platform.

After the Immortal Dragon Slayer cultivated into a golden immortal, he met a rare opponent, and finally hit his idea on the Infinity Wall, and actually poked a hole in the barrier that had never been broken through by force for hundreds of millions of years.

Such disobedience caused God King Fuxi to be furious, deprive Dragon Slaying Immortal of his immortal power, trap him under the cliff of abandonment for endless torture, and order Vulcan Zhu Rong to burn down the divine spear.

Zhu Rong burned for nine days and nine nights with the real fire of heaven and earth, and the blade of the Dragon Slaying Spear exploded into countless fragments, scattered in ten directions and three realms.

However, even with a broken spear, it still has great power, attracting monks from all walks of life to covet it, wanting to take it for themselves.

Zhanlongqiang has an arrogant temperament, unwilling to be forced to choose a master, fled in the three realms, killed countless creatures, and owed a lot of blood debts.

And because the three blades were destroyed, they couldn't suppress the evil spirits of blood. Once they were violent, they would kill regardless of whether the enemy is strong or weak. The ancient magic gun finally degenerated and turned into the world-destroying magic gun.Therefore, he has made countless enemies and is in constant danger.

Now after several twists and turns, this magic gun fell into Zhan Changsheng's hands.

Zhan Changsheng was overwhelmed by the many pictures, his head was swollen, he stood in place, lost his mind for a long time.

It wasn't until the night wind picked up and brought a few desolate howls of wolves that Zhan Changsheng suddenly woke up.

The weird and beautiful paintings disappeared, and the corpses all over the ground fell into the eyes again.

The flames were burnt out, and there were only a few dark red sparks in the dark night, beeping, beeping, popping, like the embers of villagers gathered to burn the fields in the depths of winter.

It's just that the flames at that time were burning the fertilizer for cultivating the fields, but now the fire was burning the houses and bones.

Zhan Changsheng carried a bladeless spear in his hand, wandering through the ruins of the village like a ghost, looking for his mother and Ning'er.

But he staggered and kicked on the heavy ball, Zhan Changsheng lowered his eyes blankly, and saw Zhan Xiaoqi's head slowly rolled twice under the starlight shining in the sky, and stopped on his back on the bluestone road.His complexion was pale and pale, his eyes were round and staring, completely devoid of human color.

Zhan Changsheng felt his viscera shrink tightly, he held the gun tightly with both hands, and knelt in the middle of the path to vomit again and again.

Perhaps the smell of blood in the village attracted the wolves, and the panting of wild animals gradually came from the darkness.

Zhan Changsheng gripped the barrel of the gun tightly, his knuckles turned white, and was about to fight the wolves to the death.

It was too late, but soon, the ground vibrated suddenly, and the sound of horseshoes approached from a distance like raindrops. The wolves suddenly lost their fighting spirit, turned around and fled one after another, disappearing into the night.

A row of cavalry dressed in Yongchang's blue military uniform seemed to descend from the sky and poured into the village, holding torches and patrolling around.

The leading general rode a snow-white horse, his black hair tied high behind his head, and tied with a white jade crown.The young man was about twenty years old, with a handsome face, dressed in a crimson battle robe, covered with gold armor, the snow-white horse stopped slowly, and stood in front of Zhan Changsheng, with twelve cavalry behind him spread out like a fan.

Zhan Changsheng was surrounded by groups, so he could only hold the gun tightly in his hand, as if he was facing an enemy.

A vanguard Pegasus turned back from the village, got off the horse neatly, knelt down on one knee in front of the general's horse, cupped his fists and said: "General! The villagers have been slaughtered, and there is another corpse of Xueya rider from Tiangu City. Most of the time."

The young general frowned slightly, raised his hand to signal the vanguard to step back, and just now his eyes fell on Zhan Changsheng, "Who are you, tell me your name."

Zhan Changsheng imitated the pioneer, just stood in place, with his arms around the barrel of the gun, and he clenched his fists, "Caomin Zhan Changsheng is a villager from Qinghe Village..."

He reported what happened in the village, only omitting the fact that he killed the bloodfang cavalry and was shot dead by the red-haired general.Zhidao escaped by chance because he went into the mountain to check the trap for hunting rabbits.

The young general asked him carefully about the appearance of the demon general, and then said: "The demon army in Tiangu City retreated and vented their anger by massacring the village. That's all, send an order to bury all the people in this village. The rest follow me first." He glanced at Zhan Changsheng again, "Are you willing to join the army and avenge your fellow villagers?"

Zhan Changsheng had paid attention to military affairs many times, but he was just agitated and didn't have time to think deeply.Surrounded by iron cavalry at this time, he suppressed the severe pain in his heart and thought calmly.

Qinghe Village is under the jurisdiction of Changning Prefecture, which is a frontier fortress guarded by Commander Xia Yuanzhao, the Ninth Prince of Yongchang.Today's celebration of the border victory was Xia Yuanzhao's victory over the Demon Army of Tiangu City.

Now Sheng Yong pursues the poor bandits, and brings Qinghe Village into disaster.But Zhan Changsheng couldn't blame the Changning Army. When asked by the general, he immediately gritted his teeth and replied: "If you can fight against Tiangu City, Zhan is not talented, and he is willing to join the general's command and do the work of a dog."

The young general took out a mutton fat jade token from his pocket, waved his hand away, and threw it steadily at Zhan Changsheng, saying in a deep voice: "If you want to join the army, you must bring this jade token to the Changning Prefecture military camp within three days to report. If you regret it, take it for some silver and find a safe place to settle down."

When Zhan Changsheng caught the jade tablet, he felt warm and smooth in his hands, the quality of the jade was high, and the word Zhao was engraved on the front.

He was just astonished, but then he heard the young general say in a calm tone: "The future will last forever, don't worry, I, Xia Yuanzhao, will pay back the blood debts of hundreds of lives in Qinghe Village to Tiangu City."

This young general turned out to be the commander-in-chief of the garrison of Changning Prefecture, His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince of Yongchang Kingdom.

Hearing his promise, Zhan Changsheng finally cried bitterly, knelt on the ground, and hissed: "I——I will definitely get it back with my own hands!"

Xia Yuanzhao comforted him, lightly kicked the horse's belly, and led the soldiers far away, but in a short while, the whole village of cavalry immediately retreated completely.

Only a ten-member team was left, and they found a flat ground at the entrance of the village, and dug a pit to bury the corpses.

After Zhan Changsheng cried, Fang Jue's coldness and depression dissipated a little.They also found the bodies of their mother and younger sister, and buried them alone in the backyard of their burnt ruins.Then, together with the remaining soldiers, they buried the corpses of the villagers one by one.

When it was dark and the task of the team was over, they bid farewell to Zhan Changsheng: "I will go ahead when I have military affairs. If there is a destiny, we will meet again in Changning Prefecture."

Zhan Changsheng also sent him off respectfully, then raised the barrel of the gun, turned back to the back mountain, took out the storage bag, checked some useful things at home, and set off for the Changning Prefecture military camp.