Teng Yongfan was also a little angry and said, "It is the most difficult to practice when a weapon is shot. Qingshan, why are you so stubborn?"

"Dad, grandpa."

Teng Qingshan smiled and said, "Actually, I've been envious when I saw my uncles and uncles practicing spears since I was a child. So when my parents were not at home, I used a wooden stick as a spear to play. I have been playing for two or three years. I like to use spears very much, and my current shooting skills should be no worse than those of my uncles and uncles."

Looking at Teng Qingshan's expression, everyone in the room laughed.

Can children take the words seriously?

"Haha... Qingshan, children should not learn to brag!" Teng Yongxiang smiled, "Your uncles and uncles, no one has been practicing guns for more than ten years. The foundation is very solid, and it is not comparable to you a child." Although the men in Tengjiazhuang are not considered masters of marksmanship, each one has been practicing for more than ten or twenty years, and should not be underestimated.

Teng Yongfan next to him laughed and said, "So that's the case. No wonder your mother said that you often lock the courtyard door at home alone. It turns out that you are practicing marksmanship. You are afraid that we will make fun of you, so you will not disclose it."

The children like to play, but Teng Qingshan often stays at home, which has actually attracted the attention of Teng Yongfan and Yuan Lan and his wife.

But they didn't say much.

"If you don't believe it, you can check my marksmanship." Teng Qingshan said. He had no other way. He had to make his elders agree to his learning marksmanship. He could only do this. In fact, at home, he was practicing Xingyiquan and had never practiced marksmanship at all.

"Okay, let's see how powerful Qingshan you are." Teng Yunlong laughed and said, "Let's go to the weapon warehouse."

The group of people left Teng Qingshan's residence.

The weapon warehouse is a tall and empty house built purely in bluestone. The room is nearly two meters high, four meters wide, and ten meters long.

"Clan leader!" There are clan members guarding the door of the weapon warehouse.

"Open the door." Teng Yunlong ordered.

The two tall iron doors opened with a bang, and Teng Yunlong looked at Teng Qingshan with a smile: "Xiao Qingshan, go, go first and choose a spear you like. I want to see how powerful you are." As he said that, a large number of people including Teng Qingshan, including Teng Qingshan, also entered the weapon warehouse.

"Wow!" Xiao Qingyu, who was in Yuan Lan's arms, looked around in surprise.

The floor of the weapon warehouse is covered with bluestone, and weapons are hung on the walls, heavy axes, nine-section machetes, thick-backed machetes, giant shields, bows and arrows... But the most are long sticks! Long sticks, long or short, wooden or iron, are placed against the walls, and the strange thing is-

There is no spear!

And deep in the weapon warehouse are large iron boxes, each of which is only four feet long and wide, and it is impossible to place a long spear.

"Where is the gun?" Teng Qingshan looked at his grandfather Teng Yunlong in confusion.

"Aren't those?" Teng Yunlong pointed at the various long sticks placed against the wall and said with a smile, "Qingshan, these are gun sticks! And the gun tips are carefully kept in the iron box. Go and choose a gun stick, and I will get the suitable gun tip for you."

Teng Qingshan suddenly realized.

"Qingshan is too small, and these guns are too long." Teng Yongfan frowned. A six-year-old child danced with a long spear? There is not such a short gun in the clan.

"Qingshan, now you have less strength, so it's best to choose a cork." Teng Yongfan said, "Among this wooden spear, the cork's gun rod is the lightest, and the gun tip is only five or six kilograms. With your strength, you can play it. Qingshan, what do you choose? It's the green nanmu, the heaviest one, you can't play it."

Among the wooden gun rods in the Tengjiazhuang warehouse, there are mainly three types: green nanmu, ash, and cork. These three are suitable for making gun rods. Among them, cork is the lightest, ash is the second, and green nanmu is the heaviest. Of course, green nanmu is also the best one.

It has excellent toughness and elasticity, and the gun rod can hide its strength. A good green nanmu gun rod usually grows for more than fifty years.

Fortunately, Tengjiazhuang was able to find such good materials by relying on the mountains.

"Just this one." Teng Qingshan held the Qingnan gun, "Grandpa, help me find the gun head."

"This one, plus the spear head, weighs fifteen or sixteen kilograms." Teng Yunlong also worried, "If you want to play the Qingnan spear that weighs fifteen or sixteen kilograms well, your strength is probably not enough now." In Teng Yunlong's opinion, although his grandson has a hundred kilograms of strength, it is probably difficult to use a spear of fifteen or sixteen kilograms freely.

"Grandpa, please help me find the gun head." Teng Qingshan didn't say much.

"Okay, let's give up." Teng Yunlong stepped forward, looked at the mark on the gun rod in Teng Qingshan's hand, then opened a large iron box, flipped through it for a while, and took out a gun head. Teng Qingshan looked at it. The gun head was flat and buckwheat, with a high ridge, thin blade, and pointed head! There was still a blood groove on the back of the gun head. If it pierced into the human body, it would probably be a blood hole.

Under the gun head, there are red tassels tied.

Teng Qingshan nodded secretly: "This flat spear head, stab, chop, and scratch can be used. The blood groove can also make the spear head pierce into the human body, and will not be sucked by the muscles, and will not be pulled out. The red tassel can also prevent the enemy's blood from staining the gun rod, which is anti-slip!" Teng Qingshan judged at a glance that the gun head was already very high in terms of gun making technology.

"I'll help you connect." Teng Yunlong said, inserting the Qingnan gun rod and the spear tip together, and tapped it on the ground a few times, then took out the nails from the side and stuck them in with an iron hammer.

"Okay." Teng Yunlong smiled and handed the spear over, "This Qingnan spear weighs fifteen kilograms and is about seven feet long. Qingshan, can you use it?"

Compared with the child's height, the gun, which is nearly seven feet long (1.75 meters) long, is indeed a little longer.

"Look at it." Teng Qingshan actually had no choice. This gun was a little longer to him, but no matter how short the gun was, it was all cork-shaped. Teng Qingshan was too lazy to use such a spurt. With Teng Qingshan's real strength, once he had to play with all his strength, he might be able to break the cork-shaped gun.

"Everyone retreated a little bit." Teng Qingshan said.

Immediately, a large group of people dodged around, but the elders in these tribes all had a smile on their faces. Obviously, they were all watching this little guy get defeated.

"Huh!" Teng Qingshan swung his hand, and actually grabbed the handle of the gun rod with one hand, and the entire spear was horizontal.

"Good arm strength!" Teng Yunlong and others glared at him.

To hold the fifteen-pound spear, just grasp the handle of the end, the gun bar is straight and not hangs low, which requires extremely strong arm strength.

"This kid is so embarrassed during the New Year Festival." Teng Yunlong and the others said secretly.

Holding the gun with one hand, Teng Qingshan felt the "power" of the gun. After feeling it for a moment, he nodded secretly.

With his left hand stretched out, he grabbed the center of the gun, swayed his right hand, and lifted his left hand. In an instant, the green nanmu seemed to have spirituality, turning into poisonous snakes and dancing around. Teng Qingshan turned around and slipped his hands. The green nanmu gun easily drew a circle, and then slashed hard on his head.

"Bang!" The spear hit the bluestone ground.

Teng Qingshan's eyes were sharp, and he trembled the gun with one hand, and then the spear stabbed forward like lightning, with a "whoosh" sound, and even a wind roar that pierced the air.

"Grandpa, dad, third grandpa... Look, how am I doing?" Teng Qingshan turned to look at a group of people.

Teng Yunlong, Teng Yongxiang and other groups could not say a word, and their eyes were full of shock.

Teng Qingshan just started playing with a spear, which looked like flowing water and seemed simple. But which one of Teng Yunlong, Teng Yongxiang, and Teng Yongfan were not experts? Which one did not take decades to use a spear? They completely saw that Teng Qingshan's spear skills were extraordinary.

Just a slip of his hands made Teng Qingshan’s height no longer restricted from using the Qingnan spear.

Just this slip, without years of hard work, wouldn't be good.

Whether it is the spear or the last stab, it is extremely fierce.

"Genius!" Teng Yunlong murmured.

"God." Teng Yongxiang was also completely shocked.

This strength can be born, but this gun technique requires time to be sharpened. As the saying goes, "Moon stick, yearly knife, lifelong gun". To play a big gun well, it takes years to do basic skills alone, otherwise it will be just a blank space. Teng Qingshan's moves are simple, but there is real kung fu in it.

Everyone present could see clearly.

"Qingshan, my grandson, you are a genius!" Teng Yunlong's eyes shone and he stared at Teng Qingshan, "How can you practice your shooting skills?"

"I, when I was at home, I used wooden sticks to play casually. Then I secretly learned the shooting skills of all the uncles and uncles in the martial arts field." Teng Qingshan had already prepared an excuse, and although the gun technique he had just performed was powerful, it was just about the same level as those uncles and uncles.

"Study secretly? There are really such geniuses in the world." Teng Yongfan couldn't help but exclaim.

Although Teng Qingshan's gun skills were still far behind Teng Yongfan and Teng Yongxiang, they were almost the same as ordinary uncles in the clan.

"Grandpa, dad, you agree to me practice guns." Teng Qingshan said.

"Of course I agree, Qingshan, you were born for guns." Teng Yunlong said continuously. A six-year-old child has such a gun technique. Such a person must be born with guns.

Teng Qingshan smiled.

In fact, practicing gun technique is basically the basic skill of Xingyiquan! Xingyiquan itself is a "gun fist". Whether it is a collapse box, drill box, cannon fist, horizontal fist, or chop box, all contain the intent of guns. Practice guns to experience the "Five Elements Fist". This was taught by the previous master Teng Bolei.

Although Teng Qingshan spent not long in his previous life on "Gun Technique", he was a master of Xingyi. Once his realm reached, his gun Technique would also rise.

Of course... today Teng Qingshan just showed a little basic skills.
Chapter completed!