Golden Gun Locking the Throat

Author: An Huajun

Golden Gun Locking the Throat

After leaving the military camp, Wang Xiaolie turned around and took a look before riding into Shizhou City.

There are not many people in the city, but it is still very lively, and there are all kinds of vendors. These days, Zhang Jun and Zheng Gangzhong moved all the people who had built disorderly buildings in the city out of the city and lived in caves.

It seems much more organized inside.

Everyone arrived at Shizhou Yamen and took a rest.

In the afternoon, Wang Xiaolie had finished resting. On a whim, he took Cui Qing and two soldiers out of the state office for a stroll. Zhang Jun got the news and hurriedly chased out with his soldiers, but Wang Xiaolie and his party could not be seen.

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Lishi County is not a big town, and not far from Zhou Yamen, there is an intersection. This intersection is the busiest place in the city. Opposite the intersection is Lishi County Yamen. It is a place where merchants gather and people gather.

As soon as I reached the intersection, I saw the crowd forming a circle in front of me. Inside the circle, there was a father and daughter performing arts.

The old man played tricks all the way, stopped and said, "We, father and daughter, are hunters from Daizhou in the north. Recently, the Jin army collected taxes and people, and it was really impossible to survive, so they had to go south. I heard that Shizhou was a general under Wang Xuanfu, Jiang Dutong.

The garrison will not disturb the people, it is very peaceful, so I came here to seek refuge. We are originally hunting people, and our father and daughter have no other merits except being physically strong and good at fisting and kicking, so today we have no choice but to show our embarrassment!"

After saying that, he made a bow.

Wang Xiaolie saw it and said to Cui Qing: "What this old man is doing is not showing off his tricks. He has a murderous aura when the gun is fired. Let's take a look."

After the old man finished speaking, his daughter stood up next to him.

This woman is six feet tall, with her hands hanging down almost above her knees, broad shoulders, and a figure like a big man. She has an upright face, and although she does not have a peerless appearance, she is still pretty in this world. But her tall figure makes people look a little weird.

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The woman clasped her hands in her fists and said loudly: "Zhou Rong, I followed my father hunting since I was a child and practiced some boxing and kicking. I will show you some today. I hope everyone likes it."

After saying that, he stepped into a horse stance and shouted loudly. He raised his head and nodded sharply to the old man.

The old man picked up the gun in his hand, played a trick, and showed the gun to everyone. He said: "Dear guests, you can see clearly, this is a steel gun. Now I want to put it against my daughter's throat and use my throat to hold it.

This steel gun has a curved top."

The onlookers laughed and said that this old man was talking nonsense and how could his throat be bent against the tip of the gun.

A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xiaolie's mouth. I didn't expect to see this trick played in the world today. If in the previous life, people were well-informed and many people knew the tricks involved, this trick would only attract people.

Can't stop the audience.

The woman stood there with a serious look on her face. When the old man approached, she gave a loud shout.

The old man pointed the tip of the gun at the woman's throat, shouted, and exerted force on his hand. The gun was slightly bent, not very powerful.

Wang Xiaolie said to Cui Qing: "These two don't know anything. For this trick, the gun barrel should be made of rattan, so that it bends sharply when it is lifted, so it will attract people to watch."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman suddenly staggered and took a few steps forward with her head tied. She quickly stood up, took a few breaths, and cupped her fists toward the audience.

When everyone was wondering, the old man raised the flower gun and showed it to everyone. Then they saw that the head of the flower gun had been bent.

Wang Xiaolie opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe his eyes. After a while, he said: "It turns out that their flower life is different at the head of the gun."

After saying that, Cui Qing came forward and took out the flower gun to look at it. He told him to try the front gun head to see if it was a silver-like wax gun head made of lead and tin.

Cui Qing stepped forward and asked the old man to hand over the flower spear to him. He took the flower spear and picked up the tip of the spear, but he didn't want to move the flap. When he looked again, he saw a deep mark on his hand, which was about to bleed.

Secretly surprised, Cui Qing handed the gun to the old man and bowed to apologize. Returning to Wang Xiaolie, he whispered: "The head of the gun is a bit blunt, but there is no doubt that it is an iron gun. This girl has real skills."

It’s on my body.”

Wang Xiaolie couldn't help being shocked when he heard this. In later generations, this style was almost certainly fake, with various skills and tricks. But he didn't expect that in this era, iron guns were really used to play. What he thought was different from that of this era.

There is a big gap in reality.

In fact, this is normal. In the beginning, these tricks must have real skills, otherwise it would be difficult to attract the audience. A thousand years later, many people naturally came up with tricks, and they were similar from generation to generation. In the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China,

It was when magic was most prosperous that it formed an inherent impression.

The woman glanced at Cui Qing and Wang Xiaolie. She clasped her fists and said, "What we just served was an appetizer. All the guests just treated it as a show of excitement. Next, the little woman is going to perform a rock-breaking performance with a hammer. I hope the guests will watch."

If you like it, give me a reward or two."

After saying that, he exhaled loudly, spread his arms and performed a few stances. The old man took out three steel knives and placed them on the ground with bases underneath.

The woman took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. She yelled "Yeah" and slowly lay down on the steel knife.

The old man pointed at Cui Qing and said: "This young man just didn't seem to believe in this Kung Fu. Why not invite him? Now I want to add a big stone to my daughter's body. I will use a hammer to break the big stone. This is real Kung Fu.

I hope you will be generous with your reward after reading it!”

After saying that, he called Cui Qing, lifted a big stone next to him and placed it on the girl. The old man looked at Cui Qing and smiled. He raised the hammer in his hand and slammed it down. Cui Qing's eyes were frightened.

Once I closed it, I didn't dare to look.

As the hammer hit, there was a "bang" sound, and the stone broke into several pieces.

The old man stepped forward and moved the stone away, and the woman immediately jumped up from the steel knife. She did a few tricks, took a deep breath, and then slowly recovered.

When Cui Qing came back, Wang Xiaolie asked hurriedly: "Is that a steel knife? Is it really a big stone?"

Cui Qing nodded and said with lingering fear: "Although the steel knife is not sharpened well, it is indeed a steel knife. The stone is really a stone, and there is nothing false."

Wang Xiaolie nodded silently, feeling shocked.

If that was not a woman, but a man in his prime, it wouldn't be so surprising. How could a woman, even though she was taller, practice this kind of kung fu? It would be fine if they were just playing tricks, but they didn't expect it to be real.

effort.

After the performance, the old man took a felt hat and walked around the crowd, asking for rewards. When he arrived at Wang Xiaolie, he smiled meaningfully.

Wang Xiaolie guessed wrong just now and felt embarrassed. He touched his body and found that he didn't have any money. Moreover, Wang Xiaolie's habit was not to carry gold, jade or other accessories on his body. He had no choice but to signal Cui Qing to pay.

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Cui Qing looked at the old man's expression, as if he was laughing at himself. After thinking about it, he took out a piece of money from his body and threw it into his felt hat.

The money was a reward from Wang Xiaolie, so he gave it to Cui Qing casually. He couldn't usually use the money, but he didn't expect Cui Qing to still have it with him.
Chapter completed!