Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

"We have finished talking. If you want to represent Ronghua Sect in the division meeting, you must learn at least one skill." With that said, Rong Xianyi turned around and walked outside the wooden frame.

Lin Shuyang grabbed the corner of Rong Xianyi's clothes the moment he saw him.

"Do you still have questions?" Rong Xianyi had to stop.

"Wait a minute," Lin Shuyang chuckled, took off the black jade ring around his neck, and then made a move to put it on Rong Xianyi.

Rong Xianyi looked at the black jade ring, took a step back, and frowned again: "What are you doing?"

"I just want you to keep it for me for the time being." Lin Shuyang took two steps forward.

But Rong Xianyi dodged again and stretched out his hand: "I will do it myself."

The smile on Lin Shuyang's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were filled with paranoia: "If you keep hiding, I won't be able to help kissing you."

"Then you can try it and see which one is faster, your mouth or my gun."

Lin Shuyang lowered his head and glanced at the pistol at his waist. He didn't care whether Rong Xianyi would fire or not. He didn't stop at all in his hand movements and still stubbornly wanted to put it on himself.

When he put his hands around Rong Xianyi's neck, he spoke slowly, still in the same casual tone: "Ayi, if you want to shoot, just shoot. I will never hide."

"Lin Shuyang!" Rong Xianyi almost squeezed these words out from between his teeth. Once again, he felt helpless like never before.

A kind of helplessness that there is nothing you can do about the person in front of you.

Lin Shuyang had just fastened Mo Yuhuan's rope, but he did not move away. His breath sprayed on Rong Xianyi's ears, and he responded briskly: "Here he is."

The tips of Rong Xianyi's ears felt hot, and he raised his hand to push him away, "What happened last time, I just thought it was because your mind was wiped out by the medicine. Don't get too close to me in the future, don't make me hate you!"

In the last few words, Rong Xianyi deliberately emphasized his tone.

Sure enough, these words successfully stimulated Lin Shuyang. Seeing his face turn ugly, Rong Xianyi sneered and turned around and walked out.

disgust!

Did he say he was disgusted?

Lin Shuyang was inevitably hit in the heart by this word. At the same time, another voice suddenly came to mind in his mind, "If he is already disgusted, I advise you to restrain yourself in your words and actions in the future, so as not to be unable to be friends in the future."

Hearing this calm and calm tone, he asked in a low voice with some uncertainty: "You're actually awake too?"

"Yeah." After the voice responded, there was no sound again.

Lin Shuyang lowered his head and was silent for a long time. When he heard Rong Xianyi opening the warehouse door, his eyebrows slowly arched and he said to himself: "Ayi has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted. I don't believe he really hates me."

"Come out." Rong Xianyi turned around and saw that Lin Shuyang did not follow. He felt vaguely that what he just said was too serious, so he slowed down his tone and said, "I will take you to see Uncle Dao."

"Here we come." Lin Shuyang said in a brisk tone.

Uncle Knife was the man standing at the door of the warehouse earlier with a broad knife behind him.

Lin Shuyang quickened his pace, walked beside Rong Xianyi, and asked doubtfully: "You want me to participate in the knife game?"

Rong Xianyi answered as he walked: "Uncle Dao was a famous swordsman when he was young. His sword was faster than anyone else. He was arrogant and only recognized people who were stronger than him in his life.

But later, the world became a world of guns, but he didn't want to believe that guns would be faster than his own sword.

By chance, he was defeated by me, so he was willing to join the Ronghua Sect. However, he had a weird temper and was only willing to live in a corner of the Pine Forest Courtyard.

I asked you to meet him because I wanted him to teach you how to shoot. A gun is more suitable for you than a knife. "

"How do you know that a gun is more suitable for me? It's like you know me well."

Rong Xianyi stopped and turned to look at him: "I don't want what happened last time to happen again. In the future, don't stupidly use your body to block bullets. You must learn to use the muzzle of the gun in your hand to point at the enemy and catch the enemy." Before the opponent shoots, kill him with one shot!"

Lin Shuyang knew that A Yi was talking about the last time he blocked a gun in the warehouse.

It seems that this is the real purpose of Ayi bringing him to Songlinyuan today!

He looked sideways at the man in the sun, his handsome chin moved with his voice, and his Adam's apple rolled when he finished the last sentence, which seemed to moisten his dry throat.

Lin Shuyang suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry. After rolling his Adam's apple, he forced himself to look away and looked at Uncle Dao who was standing beside the car not far away.

"Ayi, wouldn't it be too hasty for you to ask someone who is proficient in sword skills to teach me how to use a gun? After all, I have to represent the Ronghua Sect in the division meeting."

"Don't worry, Uncle Dao's marksmanship is absolutely qualified to teach you."

Rong Xianyi said and waved to Uncle Dao, who said something to Chang Yu and walked in their direction.

Lin Shuyang noticed that Uncle Dao's steps were very light when he walked, but he was very steady and powerful.

He once observed that Xiang Fu was walking in the same way.

It seems that this uncle of swordsman is also a master!

"Young Master Rong."

"Uncle Dao, his name is Lin Shuyang and he is a doctor. I hope you can teach him marksmanship."

Rong Xianyi got straight to the point. After finishing speaking, Uncle Dao began to look at Lin Shuyang with his keen eyes.

His eyes were as disdainful as before.

Lin Shuyang stretched out his hand and pursed his lips with a smile: "Uncle Dao, it's our first time meeting you. I'll have to worry about you next."

Uncle Dao ignored his hand stretched out in the air, snorted and turned around to walk towards the warehouse.

Lin Shuyang narrowed his eyes and lowered his arms.

"This Uncle Dao doesn't seem to like me very much."

Rong Xianyi raised his eyebrows, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "Masters always have a temper. If you want him to look at you seriously, you have to look at your own abilities."

After saying that, Rong Xianyi walked to the bench and sat down, crossed his legs, and curled his lips with interest.

At this time, Uncle Dao moved a large wooden box out of the warehouse and dropped it on the ground with a "boom".

"Since Mr. Rong asked me to teach you how to use a gun, I will give you a brief introduction first." Uncle Dao took out one gun after another from the big wooden box, and began to introduce it regardless of Lin Shuyang's reaction. When he spoke, his tone was calm, but his speed was extremely fast.

"This is a Springfield rifle. The advantage is that it has high shooting accuracy. The disadvantage is... This is the American 1917 .30 caliber rifle. The advantage is..."

After talking about the advantages and disadvantages, Uncle Dao raised his eyebrows and raised a sarcastic smile: "...but you probably won't need these."

Lin Shuyang nodded indifferently, but his words were sharp: "Then Uncle Dao, please stop talking nonsense and introduce me to something that I can use!"

Uncle Dao looked at him with sharp eyes, seeming a little surprised by his, then he looked away and continued to pick up other guns and introduced: "Mauser 1896 semi-automatic pistol, the advantage is that it is powerful and can hold 20 rounds of magazines... M1911, good performance, high firepower..."

Uncle Dao picked up the last pistol and turned it around in his hand, "Browning 1900 pistol, with a range of 30 meters, is the most commonly used style."

As he spoke, Uncle Dao suddenly changed his expression and held the handle of the gun, pointing the gun directly at Lin Shuyang's eyebrows.