I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 83, Memory

When Yang Zhao finished playing the set and put the gun away and stood up, she was neither blushing nor out of breath, as if she was effortless.

She has been practicing the Sanqing Zhengyang Jing these days, and she has also undergone high-intensity training.Not only the appetite has increased, but also the strength and endurance have increased a lot.

Liu Zhengxia who was standing next to him nodded slightly, and asked, "Have you learned this gun for at least half a year?"

Yang Zhao: "I have studied for more than ten days."

Now, he was really a little surprised.

"New learners can't even do the movements well, and their moves are full of hesitation. Why are you a genius at learning guns?"

Yang Zhao's face was calm: "How can I be a genius? I just have to work hard."

If she can win a few more people in the big competition.You can get rid of Fang Shuli one step earlier, so you can only do your best.

She put the gun back on the weapons rack and walked back.

A gleam of understanding flashed in Liu Zhengxia's eyes. "If this is the case, it should be. But your talent is indeed very good, even if ordinary people want to work hard. Without this talent, he would not even have the chance to work hard. It can also be seen that the elder who taught you is a rigorous person."

Liu Zhengxia picked a long gun from the weapon rack and walked to the center of the school grounds.

"You have only a short time to learn guns, and it is time to lay the foundation, and I have nothing to teach. I will show you a trick to open your eyes."

Liu Zhengxia stood upright while holding the gun, then tapped the tip of the gun, and practiced with the gun.

At the beginning, he could see every move clearly, but as time went by, his movements became faster and faster, and his gun danced like a whistling wind.

Gradually, the shadow of the gun could not be seen clearly, only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Huh, huh, chichi, huh, huh, huh!

If the gun in Yang Zhao's hand was a performance prop for the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting, with standard movements and beautiful practice; then the gun in Liu Zhengxia's hand was a wandering dragon, opening its teeth and claws, choosing to eat people.

Everyone present was dazzled and delighted to see it, and their hearts yearned for it.

After a while, Liu Zhengxia stood up, with a happy expression on his face, looked at the juniors in the field and said, "Is there anyone who wants to learn? If you want to learn, I will teach you."

The children who were full of excitement just now are all shaking their hands.

Liu Zhengxia frowned slightly, didn't say anything, put on a posture, and practiced again.

Yang Zhao asked Miss Ruojuan in a low voice curiously.

"Why is no one in your family willing to learn guns?"

Miss Ruojuan.He tilted his head and bit her ear.

"Learning guns is difficult and takes up too much time. It is better to practice exercises to benefit more."

Yang Zhao nodded. There is always some truth in the old saying.

Liu Zhengxia stopped his efforts and stood up, and threw the gun back into the weapons rack.

"Did you understand those sets just now? What is the essential difference between my marksmanship and yours?"

Essentially different?
Yang Zhao was a little confused, recalling the moves of the two of them, thinking hard.

"I can see your marksmanship, which is suitable for fighting and has a murderous look."

"Hahahahaha! Not bad, savvy."

Liu Zhengxia circled around Yang Zhao for half a circle.

"Since something is forcing you to do your best, you must be prepared to kill people. This gun is not for people to see on the stage, it is for eating people. I left you something small. If you don't like it, come tomorrow. Find me."

After he finished speaking, the others dispersed naturally.

Yang Zhao was a little puzzled: Why didn't she see something small?
Miss Ruojuan took Yang Zhao back to her own yard, and said softly to her safety: "Since my father said to stay, then there must be, and it is estimated that ordinary people can't accept it. If you can't help it, you must come early, don't delay. "

Yang Zhao nodded, chatted with her a few more words, and left.

Back home, she told Shen Ruoyu about the matter, and the master looked her over carefully.

"It should be some memory of him learning guns. The elders in this place give advice to the younger generation, and they all like to do this."

Hearing this, Yang Zhao felt relieved and started another day of training.

She didn't know that it was too early to put her mind at ease, and only realized in her sleep at night that it was not the memory of Xi Gun at all, it was the memory of him killing people with a long gun.

She saw that her dream was filled with blood-colored thick fog, and a huge gun shadow was dashing left and right in the fog, extremely brave. Although there were many opponents, none of them could be the enemy of this gun shadow.

When the tip of the spear shot forward, it pierced through the heart, and when the tail of the gun swung back, it smashed someone's head.Blood flowed into rivers and corpses piled up in mountains.

Yang Zhao seemed to be in a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up despite struggling, so he could only watch the process of killing him in detail.

Even at the end, she had a feeling that the gun was in her own hands.

It wasn't Liu Zhengxia who was killing people, but her, Yang Zhao.

Early in the morning, he suddenly woke up from the nightmare.Not even wearing a coat, he pushed open the door, threw it into a corner, and vomited.

There was nothing in my stomach at first, but in the end all I vomited was bitter water.

Shen Ruoyu suddenly appeared beside Yang Zhao, made a tactic with one hand, and let out a soft drink. : "Pure heart!"

Yang Zhao felt a chill, and it went downstream from her brain, and finally calmed down her vomiting.

She was panting heavily, and Shen Ruoyu asked with a look of hesitation: "What did he do in that memory?"

Yang Zhao shook his head, finally suppressing his panic.

"It's not a shooter, it's a murderer. I should have expected it. He told me yesterday that since you want to work hard, you must be prepared to kill."

Shen Ruoyu: "Are you afraid that weeding the seedlings will encourage them to grow? Come on, Master Dao, I will accompany you to ask for an explanation. Do you really think that there is no one in Yunyang Temple? No one dares to bully you."

"Master, master, he is also kind."

Shen Ruoyu: "What's better? I understand it. He is the warrior in the army, and only they like to do this kind of thing! Our Taoist practice is to follow your heart naturally, how can you get in touch with these at the beginning of your practice! What if you lose your temper?"

Yang Zhao looked at him with agitated expression, so he could only stop him with good words to persuade him.

"Master, if you feel that these are not good for me, I will go to him today and ask him to remove this thing for me, so that you won't get angry."

Shen Ruoyu frowned at her, and asked, "How do you feel about those memories?"

Yang Zhao: "It's disgusting, I want to vomit, I feel that he killed too many people, and I'm terrified, but when you say he's a member of the army, I feel that it's okay."

"Huh?" Shen Ruoyu seemed to see a stranger: "How could it be okay?"

Yang Zhao: "He is a soldier, so it is inevitable that he will go to the battlefield. On the battlefield, there can be no benevolence of women. If you don't kill him, he will kill you. So it feels okay."

Shen Ruoyu's expression changed drastically, and he asked, "How can you think of these things, as a girl in a boudoir? Could it be that the Shenzhou of Chixian County is currently in war?"

"no!"

(End of this chapter)