I am a shooter

The next day, the sun rose. The small courtyard on the mountainside faced the east. Every time the sun rose, one could feel the yang energy rising. The girl in the wooden barrel moved and felt a little sore all over. She opened her eyes and found that she was still in the barrel.

She quickly got up and dressed. Her jade-like skin was not wet when she got up. After waking up, she found that she could still clearly remember the content of the "Feathered Archery" she had read in her dream last night, as well as the information about bows and arrows.

He guessed in his heart that his dreaming ability was too strong. It seemed that it would only work when he encountered some martial arts or magical items.

Oh, right, where is the blue bow? Ning Shu looked around but couldn't find it. Suddenly she remembered the phrase "call it by its name when you need it", but before she could say it, she only called out the word "Fei Yu" in her mind, and something suddenly appeared in her left hand, which was the blue thin bow.

At this moment, the bow in my hand is weightless, just like a part of my body. Although it is weightless, I feel a sense of unity. This feeling is not the familiar feeling of using a bow for many years, but a part of my body, like the control of fingers.

Could this be a fairy weapon? Why hasn't there been any record of this level of weapon in the library before! I've only heard of the term fairy weapon in China!

Ning Shu looked at the flying feathers and gently stroked them with his hands. The bow was extremely exquisite. The parts that looked like antlers sticking out randomly at both ends now revealed their true appearance. They looked like feather patterns, which was very beautiful. The flying feathers felt like gems, smooth like jade, and the faint blue light was like stars, which was fascinating.

He pulled the bowstring with all his strength, but the bowstring only rose and fell a little, and the bow itself did not change at all. It seemed that the power of the ten dragons was the basic force to pull the bow.

After playing with it for a while, Ning Shu thought to himself, "Collect", and the feather disappeared instantly, and a small feather mark appeared on the thenar muscle of his left palm. If you don't look closely, you will think it is the natural texture of the palm.

But despite being happy, Ning Shu still felt helpless. He felt that although he had a lot of money, he couldn't use it, which made him feel very depressed.

But she soon thought that if she could reach the power of ten dragons, she would be able to use this bow. If she could disguise herself, then with her eyesight, she would be able to attack anywhere she could see. Revenge is just around the corner, and a peaceful life is just around the corner! In her mind, she had a picture of herself masked, holding a bow, standing far away, and shooting Nangong Ling to death in the room with one arrow.

Thinking of this, Ning Shu encouraged himself: Come on! The future is promising!

Although it was a pity that she couldn't use it right away, Ning Shu was still very happy. She didn't expect that the bow she asked Elder Qi for was actually a fairy weapon. This matter must not be told to others. She would tell her master and father when she became stronger! She still knew the principle of being guilty of possessing a treasure.

Ning Shu calmed down after the surprise and thought about seeking advice from his master first to see if there was any way to increase his strength.

Arriving at the square on the top of the mountain and finding Liao Qingxuan, Ning Shu asked:

"Master, is there any way to increase my strength?"

Liao Qingxuan asked doubtfully:

"Why do you suddenly want to ask me this? With your current cultivation level, your strength is already quite good."

Ning Shu couldn't tell Master directly that he had a bow that required the power of ten dragons to use! He could only lie to Liao Qingxuan temporarily and said to her with a smile:

"But I read in the books that: A swordsman's strength is the root, spirit is the trunk, speed is the branches, and moves are the leaves! I just want to increase the foundation of the roots!"

Liao Qingxuan nodded and responded:

"Well, what you said is not wrong. However, you are improving faster than ordinary people, so you are not afraid of taking some time to settle down. This can indeed expand your foundation. If you break through, you will have a greater advantage in the future. Maybe when facing ordinary cultivators, you can more than just cross a major realm."

After thinking for a long time, Liao Qingxuan spoke again:

"My Liao family has a method for men to cultivate their bodies. It seems that there are some methods to increase strength. However, I think it requires the blessing of pure yang power. We women all have yin bodies and can hardly practice it. You can take a look and see if you can gain anything!"

After saying that, he passed the body-refining technique to Ning Shu. After Ning Shu looked through it, she found that this body-refining technique indeed required pure yang power, something that ordinary women did not have, but she had it!

It seems that I should go to a large sect if I have the chance and look for some skills that men also practice. The entire Shao Sect only has skills for women, which is still too limited. By the way, I should also look for some secret techniques to change my body shape.

The Liao family's body-building technique was actually adapted from the Yunluo royal family's body-building technique. Because of the tense war on the border, the royal family contributed this Pure Yang Body-building Method. The main purpose of this method is to increase the physical strength of the warriors, especially their defense, to ensure their chances of survival.

This method mainly uses pure yang objects to strengthen one's muscles, tendons, bones, qi and blood, and cooperates with a special gravity formation to increase the upper limit of strength. Ning Shu also accidentally discovered the names and uses of the pure yang objects recorded in it. With medical knowledge, she quickly understood the principle.

No wonder there are so few female cultivators who practice this method, because few female cultivators are willing to become big, hairy, and have a rough voice, but Ning Shu doesn't care.

While Ning Shu was thinking, in the other side of the Tyrant Spear Sect, Zhao Qige was recovering from his injuries. A woman scolded him:

"Qi Ge, you know that you are the future of our Ba Qiang Sect. If you act so recklessly, what will I do if something happens to you?"

Zhao Qige also replied helplessly:

"Mom, I understand. I also didn't expect there would be such a talented woman. You know, she is only in the late stage of spiritual transformation, and I am no match for her. That strange attack and that figure, I can't forget it now."

He paused and then said:

"Mom, can you ask Dad to cancel my engagement with Ling'er? I didn't know before, but now I know that I only have a brotherly relationship with Ling'er. I want to marry the masked woman."

The woman looked at her son in surprise and asked in a complicated tone:

"Qi Ge, are you crazy? Not to mention that the girl wanted to kill you, but you don't even know what she looks like. Do you know if she is beautiful or ugly? And do you know what it means to cancel the engagement? Your father will definitely not agree."

When Zhao Qige heard what his mother said, he wanted to refute, but when he thought of his father's domineering look, he lowered his head again, with a sense of loss emanating from his whole body.

Seeing her son like this, the woman began to comfort him:

"Silly child, which strong man doesn't have three wives and four concubines? What's more, you don't even know who the other party is now. What you need to do now is to work hard to become stronger and become a top strong man as soon as possible. When you become stronger in the future and find out the other party's identity, are you still afraid that you can't marry her?"

When Zhao Qige heard his mother's words, hope seemed to be rekindled in his heart. He continued to recover from his injuries and practiced hard. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that he must find the masked woman.

But Ning Shu didn't know that someone was thinking about her for no apparent reason. If she were here and heard this conversation, she would definitely give Zhao Qige two big slaps and warn him: Don't think that you can let your imagination run wild just because you are a little pretty.

Being abused to the point of falling in love with the other person, Zhao Qige is quite a talent!

At this moment, Ning Shu had already obtained some pure yang things and was ready to start strengthening himself. These ready-made things were given by his master.

In the courtyard on the hillside, Ning Shu built a room for herself. In the room, she made a big earthen stove with a copper tripod on it. This copper tripod was originally a tool given to her by her father to refine medicine. Unexpectedly, she used it to refine herself. In fact, the method of body refinement is not to steam and boil oneself like she did, but to take medicine internally and apply externally, first hit with blunt instruments, then use pills and pure yang objects to repair, and increase the absorption speed of pure yang power.

But after watching it, Ning Shu felt that this method of self-abuse was not suitable for him. According to his own characteristics, it would be best to use the method of steaming and then absorbing it directly.

After thinking about it, Ning Shu decided to add the assistance of the Xisui Jing, so that she could better enhance the strengthening effect. So she assumed the posture and breathing method of the Xisui Jing in the cauldron.

But at this moment, she was making preparations;

Then, in the mountainside cottage at night, a strange scene appeared. A girl was sitting in a bronze tripod with a flame underneath. The girl was adding water and herbs while singing:

How many times have I seen you in my dreams;

But you are distant and mysterious;

But I never stopped;

How many times have I called out to you;

And you remain so steadfast;

But I never gave up;

That sadness and loneliness came;

That longing and sorrow sleep together;

I never stopped missing you;

The night was drawing to a close;

The day is coming slowly;

We will meet again;

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Liao Qingxuan was standing in the courtyard, listening to Ning Shu's singing and looking at the moon. The figure of Lao Zhang suddenly appeared in her mind. At this moment, she even wanted to send a message to him, telling him that if possible...

The moonlight shines down, half of her beautiful figure is covered, her black hair sways, and her thoughts fade away.

The wind blew the trees in response to the song, and carried the song far, far away...