Martial Arts: The Gunslinger

Time flies, and in the deserted garden, the melodious bird song breaks out!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear [Great Perfection】！"

A system prompt sound came from my ear

"Very good, I finally achieved perfection."

Su Ming stopped practicing spear skills, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face:"All spear skills have been perfected, and the only thing left is the Mingshen Wu Dian."

It is not difficult to achieve perfection in spear skills, but it is very difficult to achieve internal strength.

Moreover, the more powerful the internal strength, the more difficult it is to break through.

"It's the last day of my stay. I'll go to Mount Hua tomorrow. As for the Sword Showing Competition, it's still several months away. It won't be too late to talk about it then."

Su Ming put away the Flying Dragon Spear and sat cross-legged in the weeds. He made up his mind.

Ji Xiaofu had been gone for many days. If Su Ming was right, she would be at Mount Emei now. And Su Ming would also leave this inn and continue to challenge the masters of the six major sects. The next morning, at the door of the inn. The autumn sun had just risen from the horizon. Su Ming rode a white horse, carrying the Flying Dragon Spear, and walked out of the main door of the inn.

"Mr. Su, take care. We welcome you to stay at our inn anytime."

The old innkeeper and the waiter came out to see Su Ming off.

Su Ming stayed at the inn for several months, never bought on credit, and never bullied the weak. The old innkeeper and the waiter were extremely respectful to him. When they heard that Su Ming was leaving today, they came to see him off in person.

""Go!"

Su Ming gave the horse a light slap and rode away.

Su Ming learned from the old shopkeeper that Huashan was more than 800 miles away from here. Because the road was rugged, even if there were no problems, it would take about ten days to arrive.

"System, sign in."

Su Ming, who was riding on a horse, said to the system in his mind.

Today, Su Ming left the inn and packed his luggage early in the morning, so he did not sign in for the lottery. Now he has set out on a long journey with nothing to do, so it is a good time to sign in for the lottery.

"Ding! The host has signed in successfully and received [Points Reward], points +15,000!"

The system prompt sounded in my ears.

"Hmm? 15,000 points?"

Hearing this, Su Ming smiled slightly, thinking that this reward was not bad.

The sign-in lottery function, the rewards come from the heavens and the worlds, anything is possible, points are naturally included. This is the first time Su Ming has won points.

"My total points are over 46,000"

"I will be able to buy the primary scroll soon, haha."

Su Ming smiled, untied the wine bag from the horse's back, and drank comfortably.

The primary scroll required 50,000 points, and he was only 3,000 points short. He would be able to buy the scroll soon, and then he would be able to obtain new gun skills.

……

Ten days later, Huashan Mountain Range.

Huashan, formerly known as Taihua Mountain, has a long history. The legend of Chenxiang splitting Huashan Mountain to save his mother is still circulating among the people.

In the late Song Dynasty, the five great masters of the Central Plains met at Huashan Mountain to fight for three days and three nights to determine the best master in the world. This feat increased the fame of Huashan in the martial arts world.

Huashan Sect is located on Huashan Mountain.

Huashan Sect is one of the six major sects today, second only to Emei. Its leader Xian Yutong is known as the God of Calculation, skilled in scheming and has high martial arts skills.

Lu Lu Lu~~~~

It was a clear and crisp autumn day. At the foot of Mount Hua, the sound of a horse neighing could be heard.

"Huashan, we have finally arrived."

Su Ming stopped his horse and stood at the foot of Huashan, looking up at the majestic mountains ahead.

The Huashan mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, with more than a hundred peaks. The most famous are the five peaks of East, West, South, North, and Center. Among them, the South Peak is soaring into the clouds. It is not only the highest peak of Huashan, but also the highest peak of the Five Sacred Mountains.

The Huashan Sect is located on the South Peak.

"This mountain is really steep."

Standing at the foot of Huashan, Su Ming was somewhat amazed at the majestic mountain.

Huashan's height, steepness, and majesty were simply incomparable to the Kongtong Mountain.

Su Ming looked at it for a moment, then turned over and dismounted, carrying the Flying Dragon Spear, and walked towards the gate of Huashan. After a few steps, he arrived at the gate.

"I am Su Ming, and I have come to challenge the Huashan Sect. This is my declaration of war."

Standing at the gate of the mountain, Su Ming took out a letter of war and handed it to the gatekeeper disciple of the Huashan Sect.

"Hmm? You want to challenge our Huashan Sect?"

The gatekeeper was slightly stunned, took the letter of challenge, and looked Su Ming up and down.

The young man in front of him was only in his teens, holding a spear in his hand, with bright eyes. Just standing there, he gave people a heroic and extraordinary feeling.

This kind of person is either a handsome young man from a martial arts family, or a closed disciple of a big sect.

""Young man, I'll ask my junior brother to take you to the reception room. Have a cup of tea first. I'll go and inform the headmaster."

Seeing Su Ming's extraordinary demeanor, the gatekeeper disciple did not dare to be vague. He took the letter of challenge and ran to inform the headmaster.

""Okay."

Su Ming nodded slightly.

Under the guidance of the Huashan disciples, Su Ming walked into the Huashan Sect, stepped on the stone steps, walked through the corridor, and soon arrived at the reception hall of the Huashan Sect.

"Young man, have a cup of tea first and wait here for a while."

The Huashan disciple poured a cup of tea for Su Ming and then left the room.

Su Ming sat on a chair, drinking tea slowly, looking around the room, and finally, his eyes fell on the middle-aged couple next to him.

This middle-aged couple, like Su Ming, were guests visiting Huashan.

They were dressed luxuriously and both wore long swords. The scabbards were carved with exquisite patterns, and the hilts were inlaid with gems. It was obvious that they were precious swords.

Su Ming found that the palms of the middle-aged man were full of calluses from years of sword practice. The half of his arm exposed by his sleeves had very developed muscles. It was obvious that the middle-aged man should be a master of kendo. Su Ming was looking at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was also looking at Su Ming.

"Little brother, I think your gun is pretty good, can you lend it to me to have a look?"

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the Flying Dragon Gun.

"No."Su Ming shook his head.

The Flying Dragon Spear was Su Ming's second life. No one should touch this spear.

After being rejected by Su Ming, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, drank tea quietly, and stopped talking.

"A month of stick, a year of sword, a lifetime of spear."

The middle-aged woman suddenly spoke up and said to Su Ming,"The spear is the king of all weapons. If you want to master the spear technique, you have to work hard for a lifetime. I see that you are still young, and I am afraid that your spear technique is not very good."

"You don't need to worry about whether my spear skills are good or not."

Hearing the middle-aged woman's sarcasm, Su Ming said directly:"A month of sticks and a year of swords, a lifetime of spears, and a treasured sword is hidden with you. Although the spear requires hard work for the rest of your life, the sword should also be carried with you at all times to increase the tacit understanding between man and sword. Only in this way can we achieve the state of unity between man and sword."

At this point, Su Ming snorted coldly, looked at the middle-aged woman's hand, and said leisurely:

"Although you carry a sword with you every day, your hands are covered with rouge and powder. Such hands are not the hands for holding a sword, but pig's trotters!"