Chapter 172: Become famous, Little Lu Zu!

"With a gun?"

Xu Chunlin smiled and said, "Let me see how good your marksmanship is!"

The gun is also known as the king of all weapons.

Influenced by Li Chungang, most warriors in the world today use swords, but few use guns.

However, many people in Beiliang used spears. Chen Zhibao was the apprentice of the spear saint Wang Xiu, and Zhao Yun and others under his command were also experts in this technique. Xu Chunlin had learned the Seven-Probe Snake Spear and the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear.

The most divine and holy gun user in the snowy world is none other than Wang Xiu.

When Li Chungang was looking down on the world, Wang Xiu, who was also a master, encountered a bottleneck in his martial arts. He went into Northern Wilds with a gun, staining three thousand miles with blood. Finally, he was stopped by the bronze master who was hiding in the Qile Sword Mansion.

He can be said to be a romantic figure of the time!

The original text mentioned that Wang Xiu's position in spearmanship is like Gu Jiantang's position in swordsmanship and Li Chungang's position in swordsmanship.

Therefore, Xu Chunlin became slightly interested in the person in front of him.

The middle-aged warrior was seen standing ready for battle, holding an ordinary spear in his hand, but he was using it with great skill. His moves were as smooth as an antelope hanging on a branch, without leaving any trace, and it was obvious that he had reached the pinnacle of the moves.

Moreover, this shooting technique is concise and murderous, and it seems to be a military routine. It is quite unique to be able to practice it to such a level.

The snowy world divides spearmanship into seven levels, namely: wrestling, extension, proficiency, orthodoxy, surprise, subtlety, and deification.

Xu Chunlin read all the books in Tingchao Pavilion. Although he had never practiced spearmanship specifically, he was well versed in all methods and could rival Wang Xiu with a spear.

Sometimes swordsmanship can also be gunmanship, and gunmanship can also be swordsmanship. Although there are some subtle differences between gunmanship and swordsmanship when they reach the extreme, it is not a big deal.

At this moment, Xu Chunlin observed the middle-aged warrior's spear skills and found that he had obviously entered the fourth level of the seven levels of spear skills, keeping to the right path.

Keeping to the right path is also the realm in which the basics of marksmanship are practiced to the extreme. One step further is to be extraordinary and develop one's own way of marksmanship.

The spear is the king of all weapons. The basic moves such as stabbing, piercing, hitting, attacking, entanglement, circle, blocking, grabbing, pouncing, and tapping are usually carried out in a grand manner.

At this moment, every move of this middle-aged warrior has become a masterpiece, and he is only one step closer.

Only after breaking through that layer of window paper can one truly grasp the mystery of marksmanship.

After the opponent finished performing a set of gun skills, Xu Chunlin was still in the same white clothes, spotless.

Xu Chunlin said, "Your spear skills have a good foundation, but you haven't yet mastered the art of keeping to the right path and making changes based on your heart. If you want to go further, you can't just practice spear skills, you also need to train your heart and mind."

Hearing Xu Chunlin's comments on his gun skills, the man looked a little strange, because Xu Chunlin had a sword on his back, so he couldn't help but ask: "Sir, can you use a gun too?"

Xu Chunlin did not answer. With a casual move of his hand, the spear in the middle-aged warrior's hand fell into his hand.

Then, Xu Chunlin shook his hand casually, and the spear in his hand suddenly changed, and he used the same moves as the man just now.

Although it was exactly the same trick, it was a completely different scene in Xu Chunlin's hands.

He thrust the spear forward casually, the sound of the gun roared like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. He waved his spear and swept through thousands of troops like iron horses on an icy river with astonishing momentum. He raised his hand and chopped down the spear, like splitting Mount Hua with force, and he moved forward fearlessly.

And this is just a move. It does not contain any internal energy or even affect the energy of heaven and earth. Just by relying on the artistic conception of the moves, it has the martial arts atmosphere of turning the virtual into the real.

"The spear is the king of all weapons. First you need to have a strong momentum, gather your spear intent, a bit of cold light will appear first, and then the spear will come out like a dragon."

"Spearmanship can be very complicated and gorgeous. When a spear is thrust out, there are dragon roars and phoenix dances, and the sky is ablaze. Spearmanship can also be very simple and direct, only pursuing speed, accuracy and ruthlessness."

"In an instant, the spears came out like raindrops and falling stars. Before the enemy could react, the spear had already been stabbed into his throat." Xu Chunlin stood with the spear in his hand again. The pitch-black spear was like a majestic blue dragon, and there was even a faint sound of a dragon's roar. The spear was covered with boiling hot lightning. At this moment, the spear was like a black-horned blue dragon, with its fangs and claws bared, ferocious and hideous.

A gun was fired, but its momentum suddenly changed at this moment. The tip of the gun was like a meteor chasing the moon. An extremely thin silver-white line split the sky and the earth, and its speed was unmatched.

It seemed as if in just a moment, a shallow bloodstain appeared on the middle-aged warrior's throat.

"First, seek the gun technique and gun power, then simplify it and return to the basics!"

Xu Chunlin handed over the spear, and the man took it thoughtfully. There was still heat from the spread of lightning on it.

Xu Chunlin patted his shoulder, then waved his hand gently, sent him out of the ring, and said with a smile: "Go back and figure it out slowly!"

Although Wang Chongzhi was defeated, he accepted the defeat sincerely. He saluted with his gun and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

For the next nine days, Xu Chunlin accepted the challenges of everyone, just like a round-robin battle. He didn't have a moment to rest, but his internal energy did not show any decline.

Perhaps this is also related to Xu Chunlin's guidance. For those who fought with him, under Xu Chunlin's guidance, the way forward suddenly became clear, which also inspired the strong enthusiasm of these warriors.

Of course, there may be some people who want to use this round of battle to wear Xu Chunlin out, but these people are obviously not good enough and have underestimated Xu Chunlin's realm.

They didn't know how many kinds of martial arts this young man named Lu Dongbin had learned. He could wield all kinds of weapons with ease, and could easily defeat the great masters of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism when discussing Taoism with him.

Talking with Buddhists: There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. There is nothing originally, so where can dust gather?
Talk with Confucianism: Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all generations!

Talking with Taoists: Can one embrace the spirit and soul and keep them as one without separation? Can one concentrate on the energy and make it soft like a baby? Can one cleanse the mysterious mirror without any flaws?
Everything he said in the lecture hall was true and profound. Everyone who discussed with Xu Chunlin was impressed by him. Some even regarded him as a semi-master and called him: Master Lu!
In their eyes, Xu Chunlin had long been unfathomable, and the young man talked eloquently, as if there was no end in sight.

Over the past decade, Xu Chunlin has already read all the books in the Tingchao Pavilion. Together with the books shared by other Taoist masters, what he has learned has already transcended the world and is as vast as the ocean.

No matter whether it is martial arts secrets, tactics and strategies, or maps of mountains and rivers, geographical travel notes, or even all kinds of miscellaneous knowledge, with his heavenly supernatural powers, Xu Chunlin can quickly understand them and then integrate them into his knowledge.

A mortal's entire life is but a few hundred years. He cannot walk too far, see too many mountains and rivers, or read too many books.

Someone has recorded all the mountains and rivers, the mundane world, in this world with pen and ink on paper, presenting a series of pictures to those who read the books, allowing them to see the whole world without leaving home.

Reading a hundred thousand books will open up a broad mind.

Looking up at the world, there are green mountains everywhere.

In this snowy world, there is also a man named Xuanyuan Jingcheng who has read about the immortals on earth and respectfully invites his ancestors to ascend to heaven.

After reading 100,000 volumes, Xu Chunlin also gained some enlightenment. Books contain the natural world and all things in the world. If one can understand them, he can become a celestial being and a sword immortal in one step.

But Xu Chunlin is not just a pure swordsman. Now he is no longer bound by fists and weapons, nor is he bound by the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. He only seeks one word, called: Wu!

Its way is pure and its way is true!
In the past nine days, Xu Chunlin made friends through martial arts and discussed philosophy through literature. His masterly bearing impressed all the warriors in the city. Tai'an City could be said to be half of Liyang, and Liyang could be said to be half of the world.

At this time, Xu Chunlin, also known as Lu Dongbin, had already become famous throughout the world. Many people sighed that they saw some of Lu Zu's charm in this young man!

What's more, their names are so similar.

more than this.

Call Xu Chunlin: Little Lu Zu!

Talking about Tai'an City, the goal this time has been half achieved. It's just a pity that no one who can catch Xu Chunlin's attention appeared. It can only be said that these old foxes are really patient.

But, if the mountain doesn’t come to me, can’t Xu Chunlin go to the mountain?
After nine days of recuperation, it’s time to see some blood!
(End of this chapter)