Hong Yongfan also became somewhat annoyed: "Among all weapons, spears are the most difficult to master. Qing Shan, why are you being so stubborn?"

  "Dad, Grandpa."

  Teng Qing Shan smiled and said, "Actually, Ive been admiring all the uncles who practiced spear techniques in the training hall since I was a kid. So when my parents werent around, Id grab a wooden stick and practice with it as if it were a spear. Ive been doing that for two or three years now, and I really enjoy using spears. My current spear skills shouldnt be any worse than those of the uncles."

  Everyone in the house burst out laughing at Tan Qings expression.

  Can you take what children say seriously?

  "Haha... Qing Shan, dont let the kids learn how to brag!" Teng Yongxiang laughed and said, "Your uncles, which one of them hasnt practiced shooting for over a decade? Their foundation is very solid, not something a kid like you can compare to." Although the men in Tengs village werent considered marksmen, each one had practiced for over ten or twenty years, so they shouldnt be underestimated.

  Teng Yongfan, who was standing beside him, burst out laughing and said: "So thats it! No wonder your mother said you often lock yourself in the courtyard at home to practice shooting. Were you afraid of being seen and ridiculed by us, so you didnt reveal it?"

  The children like to play, but Tuan Qing Shan often stays at home, which has actually caught the attention of Tuan Yong Fan and Yuan Lan couple.

  They didnt say much more than that.

  "You dont believe me, just watch my marksmanship," Teng Qing Shan said. He had no other way to convince his elders to let him learn marksmanship, so he could only do this. In fact, at home, he was practicing Xingyiquan and had never practiced marksmanship before.

  "Alright, lets see just how formidable you are, Qing Shan." Teng Yunlong laughed and said, "Come on, lets go to the armory."

  A group of people left Tung Chi-shans residence.

  The armory is a purely large bluestone building, a high and spacious house with a room height of nearly two zhang, a width of four zhang, and a length of up to ten zhang.

  "Tribe leader!" The armory had a tribesman guarding the door.

  "Open the door." Teng Yunlong ordered.

  Only to see the two large iron gates open with a loud bang, Teng Yunlong smiled at Teng Qingshan: "Little Qing Mountain, come on, first go and choose a long gun you like. I want to see how powerful you are." As he spoke, Teng Yunlong and a large group of people, including Teng Qingshan, all entered the armory.

  "Wow!" Xiao Qingyu in Yuan Lans arms looked around in surprise.

  The floor of the armory was paved with bluestone, and the walls were hung with rows of weapons: heavy axes, nine-section cudgels, thick-backed chopping knives, giant shields, bows and arrows... but most of all were long poles! Long or short, wooden or iron, they were all placed against the wall. Whats strange is——

  Not a single long spear!

  In the depths of the armory, there were large iron chests, each about four feet long and wide, which could not possibly hold a long spear.

  "Wheres the gun?" Teng Qing Shan looked at his grandfather Teng Yun Long in confusion.

  "Are those not?" Teng Yunlong pointed to the various long poles leaning against the wall, laughing and saying, "Qingshan, these are all gun stocks! And the gun heads, theyre all carefully stored in iron boxes. You go pick a gun stock, Ill get you a suitable gun head."

  Heng Qingshan suddenly realized.

  "Qingshan is too small, these gun handles are all too long." Teng Yongfan frowned and said, a six-year-old child wielding a long spear? Theres no such short spear in the clan.

  "Qingshan, youre not very strong now, its best to choose a softwood one." Teng Yongfan said, "Among these wooden spears, the softwood spear shaft is the lightest, and with the spearhead, its only about 5-6 catties. With your strength, you can also wield it. Qingshan, why did you choose that one? Thats a green nanmu wood, the heaviest kind, you wont be able to wield it."

  The wooden gun stocks in the warehouse of Hengs family can be divided into three types: green nanmu, white wax wood and huangrunkuo. These three are all suitable materials for making gun stocks. Among them, Huangrunkuo is the lightest, followed by white wax wood, and green nanmu is the heaviest. Of course, green nanmu is also the best one.

  The surname Jian is very good at archery, and the gun stock can hide its strength. A good Qingnan wood gun stock generally takes more than 50 years to grow.

  Fortunately, Tunjia Village is backed by a large mountain, so we can find such good materials.

  "This one will do." Teng Qing Shan grasped the hilt of the qing nan gun, "Grandfather, help me find the gun head for this."

  "This rod, plus the gun head, weighs about 15 or 16 catties." Teng Yunlong also expressed concern, "To wield a 15 or 16 catty long spear with ease, your current strength is probably still not enough." In Teng Yunlongs opinion, although his grandson had a hundred catty strength, he was probably still not enough to use the 15 or 16 catty long spear freely.

  "Grandpa, can you help me find the gun?" Teng Qing Shan didnt say much.

  "Alright, let you try, and youll be disappointed." Teng Yunlong stepped forward, took a look at the mark on the gun handle in Teng Qing Shans hand, then opened a large iron box, rummaged through it for a while, and finally pulled out a gun head. Teng Qing Shan took one glance, this gun head was flat and broad, with a high ridge, thin blade, and sharp tip! On the back of the gun head, there were still blood grooves, if stabbed into the human body, it would probably be a bloody hole.

  Under the gun, there is also a red tassel.

  Teng Qing Shan nodded to himself: "This flat gun head can be used for stabbing, chopping and slashing. The blood groove also allows the gun head to enter the human body without being sucked in by the muscles, so it wont get stuck. And that red tassel can prevent enemy blood from staining the gun handle, making it non-slip!" Teng Qing Shan judged at a glance that this gun head was already very high in terms of craftsmanship.

  "Teng Yunlong said, assembling the qingnan gun stock and head, tapping them on the ground a few times, then taking out nails from the side and hammering them in with an iron mallet."

  "Alright." Teng Yunlong handed over the long spear with a smile, "This Qingnan spear weighs fifteen catties and is about seven feet long. Can you handle it, Qing Shan?"

  Compared to a childs height, a gun nearly seven feet long (1.75 meters) is indeed quite long.

  "Look at it yourself." Teng Qing Shan actually had no choice, this gun was a bit long for him, but any shorter gun would be made of soft wood. With Teng Qing Shans true strength, once he used his full force, he could probably break the soft wooden gun handle.

  "Get back a bit." Teng Qing Shan said.

  Immediately a large crowd dispersed in all directions, but the elder members of the tribe all had a hint of a smile on their faces, apparently watching this little guy make a fool of himself.

  "Huh!" Teng Qing Shan flicked his hand and surprisingly grasped the gun handle with one hand, holding the entire long spear horizontally.

  "Good arm strength!" Teng Yunlong and a group of people stared in surprise.

  To hold a fifteen-catty long spear, grasping only the end of the handle and keeping the spear shaft straight without letting it droop requires extremely strong arm strength.

  "This kid, hes been hiding his true abilities during the annual festival." Teng Yunlong and the others thought to themselves.

  With one hand grasping the gunstock, Teng Qing Shan felt the "power" of this rifle, and after a slight pause, he nodded to himself.

  With his left hand stretching out to grasp the middle of the gun handle, his right hand shook and his left hand suspended, in an instant, this stick of green nanmu wood seemed to have a spiritual surname, transforming into a poisonous snake dancing around. Teng Qing Shan turned around, his hands slipped, and the green nanmu spear easily drew a circle, followed by a fierce slash on top.

  "Bang!" The long gun slapped on the bluestone ground.

  Hong Qing Shans gaze was sharp, his single hand shook the gun body, and then the long spear shot forward like lightning, making a "whooshing" sound as it pierced through the air.

  "Uncle, Dad, Third Grandfather...... look at me, hows my performance?" Teng Qing Shan turned his head to face a group of people.

  Teng Yunlong, Teng Yongxiang and others were all speechless, their eyes wide with shock.

  Teng Qing Shan suddenly wielded his spear, as if clouds and water were flowing. It looked simple, but among those present, Teng Yunlong, Teng Yongxiang, and Teng Yongfan, who wasnt a master? Who hadnt spent decades on the spear? They all saw that Teng Qing Shans spear technique was extraordinary.

  That single slip of his hands made Teng Qing Shans height no longer a limitation in wielding the Azure Dragon Crescent Spear.

  Its all because of this mistake, if it werent for years of hard work, it would be a waste.

  Whether it was the slash of the spear or the final thrust, both were extremely fierce.

  "Genius!" Teng Yunlong muttered.

  "My goodness." Teng Yongxiang was also completely stunned.

  This strength can be innate, but this marksmanship is something that needs to be honed over time. As the saying goes, monthly stick, yearly sword, and a lifetime of guns, to wield a large gun well, just the basic skills require years of work, otherwise its just an empty shell. Teng Qing Shans moves are simple, but within them lies true skill.

  Everyone present saw it clearly.

  "Qingshan, my grandson, youre a genius!" Teng Yunlongs eyes lit up, staring at Teng Qingshan, "How did you manage to practice such marksmanship?"

  "I, when I was at home, just used a wooden stick to play around. Then secretly learned the gun techniques of the uncles and elders in the martial arts field." Teng Qing Shan had long been prepared with an excuse, and the gun technique he had just demonstrated was indeed impressive, but it was only on par with those uncles and elders.

  "Studying in secret? There are indeed such geniuses under the sun." Teng Yongfan couldnt help but exclaim.

  Although Teng Qing Shans marksmanship is inferior to that of Teng Yong Fan and Teng Yong Xiang, it is not much different from the average uncles in the clan.

  "Grandfather, Father, you agree with me practicing guns now, right?" Teng Qing Shan said.

  "Of course I agree, Qing Shan you were born for the gun." Teng Yunlong said, a six-year-old child with such marksmanship, this kind of person is absolutely born to use guns.

  Teng Qing Shan smiled.

  Actually practicing spear techniques is the fundamental training of Xingyiquan. Xingyiquan itself is spear fist, whether its Bengquan, Zuanquan, Paoquan, Hengquan or Pi quan, all contain the intention of the spear. Practicing spear to experience the Five Elements Fist is what my previous master Tanber Lei taught.

  Although Teng Qing Shan didnt spend much time on gun techniques in his past life, after all he is a master of Xing Yi, and once he reached a certain level, his gun techniques also improved greatly.

  Of course... Today, Teng Qing Shan just barely showed a bit of his basic skills.

  This point has already made the elders in the clan exclaim genius.