The night faded, and the dawn dawned.
A new day begins in the eastern sky, and that ray of light is like the legendary Pangu axe, splitting the chaotic night in one fell swoop, bringing light and hope to the new world.
Far east, the clouds are like the sea, brilliant and colorful, and a round of red sun emerges from it, as if it is gradually climbed by the traction of an inexplicable force, and then, the brilliant golden light is splashed everywhere.
The darkness is hidden, there is a light between heaven and earth, and the maple leaves of the distant mountains are like fire, echoing with the red sun, giving people a beautiful picture of autumn dyed in the forest, and they are drunk without alcohol.
Although Zhao Wudi slept late last night due to Princess Taiping's obsession, at the moment when the morning dawn first appeared, he still woke up from a dream, wiped off a touch of moisture from the corners of his eyes, hid Mo'er in the depths of his heart, pushed the door out, took a big breath of the fresh and slightly moist air in the mountains, and then, prepared to move his body.
Those who are in the rich and noble township, singing every night, drunk and dreaming of death, a new day starts in the afternoon, and how do they know the hard work of being a warrior The so-called "summer practice and winter practice" is not for fun.
No pain, no gain, no pay, a little progress, the martial artist's cultivation journey is just like a boat sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.
Zhao Wushu was a man in two lives, he can be said to be dancing when he smells the chicken, wears the stars and wears the moon, he keeps practicing day and night, and never dares to slack off.
Since the meridians of the whole body have all been penetrated inexplicably, a great Zhou Tian has been formed in the body, and the breath of life is like the rising red sun, spraying arbitrarily, extremely majestic, and repeatedly, endlessly.
He bathed in the pale golden morning sun, let the cool morning breeze blow his black hair, breathed in the fresh and moist air, and the faint fragrance of flowers in his nose, his heart and mind became peaceful, just like this quiet mountain, idle and quiet.
He stayed in Princess Taiping's study last night, and there was still a short distance from the princess's bedroom, and he was already outside the defense circle of the princess's palace guards, and the servants who served in the study had long been accustomed to the master's living time, and he was still asleep at this time, and he didn't notice that Zhao Wudi had gotten up.
This place is very quiet, the morning sun is like gold, the red leaves are like fire, the morning breeze is blowing, only a few early birds are singing beside the branches, and the rest is only Zhao Wudi walking on the path among the flowers, enjoying this rare quiet time.
Since he came to Datang, because he has always been threatened by the Turkic army, except for the eight days when he fell into a coma in the underground river, he has been struggling for his life all the time, and he has not been able to completely calm down.
And at this moment, he was desperate to survive and escape, met Princess Taiping in Longmen, and got her approval, and was about to leave Longmen to return to Shuofang, and meet Mo'er, but his heart relaxed a lot, and he no longer couldn't wait.
At this time, the golden carp garden is still in the land of dreams, the garden is very quiet, Zhao Wushu is pacing aimlessly, passing through the clusters of evening chrysanthemums at will, watching the crystal dew rolling on the petals, watching the red leaves drifting in the morning breeze, listening to the beautiful song of the birds, and listening to the sound of knives not far away.
He listened carefully, yes, it was indeed the sound of knives, the sound of blades cutting through space, but although it was more than rigid, it was a little messy.
It seems that this person who practices knives has not yet reached the realm of mastery of knife techniques.
Who practiced the sword in this rich land in the quiet morning?
He intently caught the direction of the sound of the knife, which seemed not to be far away, in another courtyard in front of him.
He walked through the flower path covered with red leaves, came to a moon gate, and looked into the courtyard, but it turned out to be his "cheap nephew", that is, Zhao Bufan, the chief guard of the princess's mansion, who was practicing knives.
Zhao Bufan is tall and athletic, holding a horizontal knife four feet five inches long in his hand, and he is dancing vigorously.
His knife technique is obviously rigid and first-class, but he blindly seeks speed, and pursues strength too much, lacking a mellow artistic conception, which is incoherent, and the knife is not smooth between the turns.
Moreover, Zhao Wudi could see at a glance that what Zhao Bufan practiced was just an ordinary sword technique, and it was too cumbersome, there were too many useless tricks, and there was a lack of real killing.
Through last night's competition with Zhao Bufan, Zhao Wudi could see that he was not good at using guns, and he only knew the shape of the Zhao family's Hundred Birds Chaofeng marksmanship, but he did not comprehend the slightest charm.
The children of the Zhao family are not proficient in marksmanship, but they can serve as the chief of the guards of the Taiping Princess Mansion, so from this point of view, Zhao Bufan will not at least be a flashy waste.
When I saw him today, Zhao Wudi knew that he was practicing sword skills, but although he practiced very seriously and hard, his sword skills were really not very good, and he was not very clever.
This makes Zhao Wushu very puzzling, you must know that he is the descendant of the Changshan Zhao clan who is serious for eight hundred years, and he is also from eight hundred years later, and he is very clear about the martial arts inheritance of the Changshan Zhao clan.
In the past, although Zilong Gong, the ancestor of the Changshan Zhao family, was known as "White Horse Silver Gun Zhao Zilong" because of his marksmanship all the way to the phoenix, in fact, there was a secret secret that was unknown to outsiders.
The Hundred Birds Chaofeng Marksmanship was not created by Zhao Zilong, nor was it taught by the spear prodigy Yuan as rumored by the people.
The real situation is that when Zilong Gong was a teenager, he collected medicine in Changshan and rested under a cliff.
At that time, the red sun was in the sky, the sun was shining, and an elegant figure suddenly appeared on the cliff to repeatedly deduce a way of marksmanship.
After that, the figure was gone, a crack was opened on the cliff, and a spear came out in the middle, the whole body was silver and white, and there were faint runes circulating, as soon as he started, he pierced the palm of Zi Longgong, and the dripping blood beads actually penetrated into the body of the gun, and there seemed to be an extra connection between people and guns.
This gun is a lightning silver gun that amazed an era, and it fought in all directions with Zilong Gong, crisscrossing the world for decades, and fighting invincible opponents all over the world.
The place where it was born has also become a holy place in the hearts of warriors, and the top of the cliff is the martial god platform where the legendary Zilong Gongwu broke through the void, and for thousands of years, countless warriors have come to pay homage to the miracle and worship the martial god.
It is said that at the moment when Zilong Gongwu broke through the void, he left the lightning silver spear at the Martial God Platform and did not take it to another world.
However, in Zhao Wuving's memory, the Zhao family after eight hundred years does not have the shadow of that gun, perhaps, the legend is a legend after all, the lightning silver spear has been lost in the long years, sealed in the long river of time, waiting for the next master.
From this point of view, the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Marksmanship is actually the magic skill of this ancient divine soldier, and when Zilong Gong was middle-aged, he created a way of marksmanship according to the perception of many years of battle, and the Seven Detective Snake Marksmanship is the inheritance that really belongs to the Changshan Zhao family.
A hundred birds and a phoenix, seven probes and snakes, can be said to be the culmination of the world's marksmanship, however, the world only knows that Changshan Zhao's marksmanship is the best in the world, but they don't know that Changshan Zhao's marksmanship is not only in addition to marksmanship, but also has peerless knife skills: