Republic of China era: Actor? Please call me Martial Arts Master!

Chapter 19, First Killing Technique: Bird Facing the Phoenix!

The old man thrust out his spear, and a clear bird song rang out.

Immediately afterwards, gunfire erupted.

One shot can turn into ten, and ten into a hundred.

The countless gunshots seemed to transform into a flock of nimble birds, dancing around the single point of cold light in the center.

nice.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

But beneath this beauty lies the most extreme murderous intent.

Each "bird" is a deadly shot.

This marksmanship emphasizes speed, change, and the interplay of reality and illusion.

It looks like a bird in flight, but it's actually just an afterimage created by the rapid vibration of the gun tip.

Once enveloped by this gunfire, dozens of holes will instantly appear in the enemy's throat, heart, and brow.

This is a real killing technique!

It is the unique skill that Zhao Zilong used to charge in and out of Cao Cao's camp seven times at Changban Slope, striking fear into the hearts of all the generals.

Lu Cheng sat in the chair, his eyes closed, his fingers trembling.

He was digesting this shooting technique.

As his understanding deepened, he felt as if a special channel had formed between his spine, upper arm, and wrist.

That's the path of "gun energy".

At the same time, a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

That's the blessing of a loyal and courageous spirit.

This doesn't directly increase physical strength, but rather enhances "courage".

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

With this kind of temperament, even when facing foreigners' guns and cannons, even when trapped in a desperate situation, his heart would not be disturbed and his hands would not tremble.

This is the mindset of a martial arts master!

"Boss Lu, Boss Lu."

The troupe leader, Zhou Daikui, rushed in with a ruddy face, followed by a large group of people.

"Master Tan is here! He's an old master who's been to the palace to see operas; he's come all the way backstage to visit you!"

Lu Cheng opened his eyes, and the sharp, gun-like intent in them instantly vanished.

He stood up, neither humble nor arrogant.

Then, Master Tan walked in, surrounded by a crowd.

Although the old man was getting on in years, he still retained that air of wealth and status.

He walked up to Lu Cheng, looked him up and down, and nodded.

"Okay, okay."

"That 'hidden trick' just now was absolutely brilliant."

"There aren't many young people these days who can settle down and practice this skill."

As he spoke, Master Tan took out a brocade box from his pocket and handed it to Lu Cheng.

"This is a thumb ring that I got from a performance by Boss Tan Xinpei back in the day. It's an old item."

"This is for you today."

"From now on, in the world of Peking Opera in Beiping, if anyone dares to use their seniority to intimidate you, just show this ring and let's see who dares to bare their teeth!"

Upon hearing this, everyone around gasped.

This isn't just giving away a thumb ring.

This is giving away a "protective charm," it's giving away a "golden reputation"!

With Master Tan's words, Lu Cheng's position in Beijing was now secure.

Lu Cheng didn't stand on ceremony, accepted the brocade box with both hands, and performed a standard junior's greeting.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Third Master."

"Lu Cheng will definitely not let this ring embarrass him."

Master Tan laughed heartily, patted Lu Cheng on the shoulder, and left satisfied.

That night.

The Qingyun Troupe once again held a grand banquet for its guests.

Lu Cheng distributed most of the silver dollars that Master Jin had given him and that the amateur enthusiasts had thrown at him to the brothers in the troupe.

Even the old gatekeeper received two silver dollars and was overjoyed.

When a poor person suddenly becomes rich, the worst thing is to forget their roots.

Lu Cheng understands this principle.

He wanted to unite the Qingyun Class into one, just like the big gun in his hand, so that it could hit wherever it was pointed.

……

The noise subsided.

It is late at night.

Lu Cheng went to the backyard alone.

The snow stopped, and the moonlight shone on the snow, reflecting a cool, clear light.

He took the white wax spear from the weapon rack.

This gun barrel is made of ash wood, which is extremely flexible, but to perform the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" move on it requires even greater control.

"call……"

Lu Cheng took a deep breath and focused his energy in his dantian.

The image of Tong Yuan's shot resurfaced in his mind.

"A chorus of birdsong!"

Lu Cheng suddenly jerked his wrist.

hum!

The tip of the gun trembled, emitting a buzzing sound, truly like a bird's song.

Swish swish!

In an instant, three gun flowers bloomed in the air.

Not enough, still not enough.

Lu Cheng's waist and stance became one, his spine trembled wildly, and he poured all his strength into the spear shaft without reservation.

"Buzzing—"

The gunfire was increasing.

Five, seven, nine...

Although it was far from the legendary "Hundred Birds," the dense barrage of gunfire was enough to block out all the space within three feet in front of him.

"Duh!"

Lu Cheng thrust his spear forward, striking the old locust tree in the courtyard.

puff!

The spear tip pierced the wood, but surprisingly, it didn't produce that dull, resonant sound.

Instead, it pierced in like cutting tofu!

This is called "penetrating strength".

It's the most insidious move in "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix"... "Heart-Piercing Chill".

Concentrate all your power on one point, spin at high speed, and penetrate instantly.

Even if you're wearing iron armor, this shot can still pierce right through you!

"Master Cheng..."

A timid voice called out from behind.

Lu Cheng holstered his gun and turned around.

It's a straight.

And there was that child named Xiaodouzi; the two of them were kneeling in the snow, shivering from the cold.

"It's so late, why are you kneeling here instead of sleeping?" Lu Cheng frowned slightly.

"Master Cheng, I want to learn your skills!"

Shunzi suddenly kowtowed, his forehead hitting the snow with a thud.

"I want to be like you, able to catch that teacup, and not be bullied by others."

"I want to learn too."

Little Bean chimed in, "I want to be a great hero!"

Lu Cheng looked at the two children.

It's as if I'm seeing myself from back then.

In this chaotic world, who doesn't want to be capable? Who doesn't want to stand tall and be a person of integrity?

But kung fu isn't so easy to learn.

"stand up."

Lu Cheng said calmly.

The two dared not disobey and stood up tremblingly.

"To be honest, I don't know how to teach martial arts."

Lu Cheng's words instantly dimmed the eyes of the two men.

"But since you call me 'Master,' I can't let you call me that for nothing."

Lu Cheng walked to the center of the courtyard, his feet shoulder-width apart.

"I will teach you 'standing meditation'."

"Standing meditation?"

Shunzi looked blank. "Isn't that a basic skill? We stand like that every day."

"You guys are just standing there like idiots, you're just sitting there like dead bodies."

Lu Cheng waved his hand, adjusted his posture, and taught them the core stance training of Xingyi Quan.

With knees slightly bent and arms wrapped around himself, it was as if he were embracing a large tree.

The spine is straight, the top of the head is relaxed, and the chin is slightly tucked in.

"Watch closely."

"This move is called the 'Three-Body Stance' or the 'Three Talents Stance'."

"Heaven, Earth, and Man—the three elements are united as one."

Lu Cheng's voice became low.

"Head to the sky, feet firmly on the ground, a person in the middle, breathing."

"Don't think about building muscle, don't think about hitting people."

Imagine yourself as a tree.

"The roots beneath your feet must be planted deep into this frozen soil, three feet underground."

"Unshakable by wind or thunder."

"Your spine is like the trunk of a tree; it must be straight and upright!"

Shunzi and Xiaodouzi seemed to understand but not quite, but they imitated Lu Cheng and struck a pose.

Lu Cheng walked behind them and gently patted their spines.

"Pick it up!"

"Here, the coccyx should be centered, as if there is a weight supporting it."

"Here, the Mingmen point should protrude to retain Qi."

Lu Cheng corrected and explained at the same time.

In fact, this is also his way of sorting out his own martial arts.

The system gave him power and techniques.

But he has to figure these principles out for himself and integrate them into his own understanding.

The process of teaching apprentices is the best "review".