"The name of the gun..." Teng Qingshan looked at this magic weapon, and looked at his father and grandfather who had built the magic weapon for him and had never rested for eighteen hours. Teng Qingshan suddenly felt a little sad. In his previous life, he was lonely, but in this life, he has parents who love him, a lovely younger sister, and many simple clan members.
The past life and the present life seem to be a cycle, and this life makes up for the regrets of the previous life.
"This gun is called Samsara." Teng Qingshan said.
"Reincarnation?" Teng Yongfan and Teng Yunlong looked at each other. They thought of many names, such as Cold Iron Spear, Purple Pattern Spear, Hanxing Spear, etc., but they didn't think of the name 'Reincarnation' at all. After thinking for a moment, Grandpa Teng Yunlong laughed and said: "Samsara, reincarnation, hell reincarnation! Once this sharp gun is fired, it will make the enemy fall into the nightmare of the 18th floor of hell. Good name and artistic conception! Yongfan, this baby of Qingshan It’s much better than you, and the name is so good.”
"It's not better than me as a father, isn't that not as good as a generation?" Teng Yongfan also laughed happily.
Teng Qingshan only lamented his past and present lives, and lamented the impermanence of fate, so he decided on the name of the gun "Reincarnation". Who would have thought that grandpa and father would associate so much.
"Qingshan, try it out, how about this gun?" Teng Yunlong urged.
Teng Yongfan's eyes are also bright, and the sharp gun he built with painstaking efforts, his son can use it well, so he has no regrets as a father.
Feeling the coldness coming from the barrel of the gun, Teng Qingshan shook his right hand and held the handle at the end of the spear. The 108 catties spear was straight and horizontal: "Father, grandpa, please take a few steps back." While speaking, Teng Qingshan also felt the strength of the reincarnation gun itself!
Because the material of the gun is different, different guns have different listening difficulties.
Like this reincarnation gun, which weighs 108 jin, the barrel of the gun is dense, and it is even more difficult to listen to it.
But Teng Qingshan, who had already reached the realm of human-spear integration, held the spear and felt it for a while, and then completely figured out the strength of the reincarnation spear itself.
"call!"
Teng Qingshan yanked the spear violently, held the spear with his left hand, and shook it with his right hand. In an instant, the entire spear turned into circular phantoms, like a hood covering Teng Qingshan. Then he suddenly affirmed that the dancing gun head was still trembling. Immediately, he exerted force with his right hand, and the tip of the spear suddenly pierced forward three times in a row.
puff! puff! puff!
The speed is so fast that it produces a gas explosion.
In the description of the marksmanship in the previous life, there is a saying that the stick is afraid of nodding and the gun is afraid of the circle. Generally, when a master marksman uses the marksmanship, the tip of the spear will dance, making it difficult to figure out the trajectory, and it can stab people to death in one fell swoop. After reaching the realm of 'human and gun in one', the pursuit is stability! The pursuit is exquisite to the slightest!
The so-called mountains are mountains, and water is water. Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water. From this point of view, mountains are still mountains, and water is still water! These three realms also apply to marksmanship.
The gun is afraid of round! That's what ordinary gunners pursue.
A real master needs absolute control. I want to pierce half the thickness of the tofu, and I will never pierce a little more. I want to stab the flies on the glass without damaging the glass.
That's precision!
Teng Qingshan unleashed his long spear, the spear was as fast as lightning, and could change its trajectory abruptly at the last moment. If you want to stab, then stab that, combining reality and reality, this is the real marksmanship master, which makes people hard to guard against.
"Poison Dragon Drill!"
Teng Qingshan's right hand held the center of the gun barrel, and poured the inner strength of his right hand into the spear, and at the same time issued a force that turned inward. Like an electric drill piercing the wall at extreme speed, the entire spear drilled suddenly, turning into a flash of lightning, and the surrounding air was disturbed, blurring the shadow of the spear.
The moment the spear drilled—
"boom!"
The ear-piercing air explosion suddenly came to mind, like a spring thunder on the ground, which made Teng Yongfan and Teng Yunlong beside them jump. The entire Tengjiazhuang suddenly became noisy, and many clansmen shouted "The furnace is blown up!", and ran towards the weapon shop one by one.
The moment the spear was shot out of his hand, he grabbed the end of the spear, Teng Qingshan followed two steps, and finally grasped the spear firmly.
The trick of Dulong Drilling is extremely powerful and has a drill force. At the same time, there was a brief moment when he was out of control, but with Teng Qingshan's spear skills, he could pull the spear instantly and switch from attack to defense.
"Good boy!" Teng Yunlong yelled, "What kind of trick is this? A whole hill will be blown away."
"Haha, Qingshan, listen to the outside, the clansmen are all running here." Teng Yongfan also laughed.
Teng Qingshan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the clansmen outside shouting the word 'blast the furnace'. At the same time, I was extremely excited: "This reincarnation gun is really extraordinary, it can withstand my huge force of more than 100,000 jin and a complete explosion of internal strength, and this is far from the limit of the reincarnation gun."
In the past when using iron guns, Teng Qingshan could feel the inner material of the iron guns vibrating, as if the wood was pressed to the limit and was about to shatter.
Every time Teng Qingshan had to use his inner strength to assist the iron gun as much as possible, lest the iron gun would crack and he would not be able to exert 100% of his strength.
"This power is fully exerted, and the poisonous dragon's drill is indeed powerful enough. If I fight that dragon, I will have this reincarnation gun. I guess, even if the dragon wins, it can't be so easy." Teng Qingshan also said I remember, that day, I used the iron spear to cast the 'Poisonous Dragon Drill', only piercing the dragon's scales on the surface of the flood dragon.
Can't even pierce the internal muscles.
If you use a reincarnation gun, you should be able to penetrate deeper. But Teng Qingshan was still not sure about killing such monsters as Jiaolong. After all... Teng Qingshan felt palpitations from that dragon's strength, defense, and the 'black mist' it spit out.
"Let's go, let's go out, and tell the clansmen by the way, this is not a fryer." Teng Yunlong laughed and walked towards the gate.
Teng Qingshan and Teng Yongfan couldn't laugh or cry, they could only go out together.
*****
For a real warrior, a divine weapon is his brother. These days when he first got the reincarnation gun, Teng Qingshan was thinking about using the gun every day, but each time, Teng Qingshan only used 10% of his strength to practice the gun, because he was afraid that the movement would be too loud and the people in the clan would be surprised.
Half a month later, in the woods to the west of Tengjiazhuang.
Teng Qinghu approached Teng Qingshan who was practicing marksmanship.
"Qingshan, my father has discussed with the people in Dalizhuang, and the date of marriage will be set on the sixth day of March!" Teng Qinghu said excitedly beside Teng Qingshan, "Haha, there is less than a month left. Qingshan, when the time comes, you have to go with me. Didn't you always want to see what your sister-in-law looks like? You will know when the time comes."
"Look at your complacent look." Teng Qingshan laughed.
"Hey, getting married, I've already thought about it, and I will marry this one in my life." Teng Qinghu said happily.
"Look at your stupid look." Teng Qingshan understands very well that a person's first love usually has a great influence on others, like Teng Qinghu fell in love with a certain woman for the first time, and now he is going to get married for the first time, and now he shouted even more, I will only marry this one in the future. Teng Qingshan can completely imagine Teng Qinghu's state of mind.
"Qingshan, you are my best brother. On the sixth day of March, you must come with me to greet the bride." Teng Qinghu said repeatedly.
"Don't worry, I will definitely go. By the way, quite a few people from the clan will go." Teng Qingshan asked.
"Well, my father, my grandfather, and some clansmen, at least go to dozens of people." Teng Qinghu said.
The clansmen in Tengjiazhuang lived a peaceful life, and the days passed day by day, and soon it was the sixth day of March.
The sixth day of March, according to folk saying, is the best day in the past two or three months. Marriage and travel are all suitable for this day. On the morning of the sixth day of March, the sun was already high, and the gate of Tengjiazhuang was hung with red silk cloth and big red flowers, making it a joyous occasion.
The gate of Tengjiazhuang was opened, and many people were sending off the wedding party.
Most of the people in the welcoming team walked on two legs, except for the patriarch Teng Yunlong and the groom officer Teng Qinghu, each riding a yellow-maned horse. The yellow-maned horse is a local horse in Yangzhou, and it only costs a few dozen taels of silver, which is relatively cheap. However, ordinary civilians do not use horses.
For farming, cattle are used.
And to enter the city, rely on two legs. Many Zhuangzi do not have a single horse in the entire Zhuangzi, but Tengjiazhuang's two horses are considered good.
"Haha, Qinghu, straighten your waist. Today is the sixth day of March. It's your happy day. You have to show the people in Dalizhuang what kind of men we are in Tengjiazhuang." Teng Yunlong was extremely happy today , because this Teng Qinghu is his own grandson. When the grandson gets married, the grandfather is of course happy.
"Qinghu, be careful, don't get your bridegroom's clothes dirty." Many tribesmen jokingly said.
Teng Qinghu just smiled.
"Alright, let's go!" Teng Yunlong ordered.
Immediately, the welcoming team marched towards Da Li Village, Teng Qingshan was a member of the welcoming team, of course, he had to walk on two legs. After all, there are only two horses in the clan.
"According to this speed, we will arrive at Dali Village, and it will be almost noon. Eat some glutinous rice balls over there, and rush back, just in time for a banquet." Teng Qingshan has seen many people get married over the years. The number one hero in the country accompanied him to greet the relatives, not once or twice, and he was very familiar with the process.
The breeze was blowing, the sun was shining brightly, and the wedding party marched towards Dali Village with smiles all the way.