Chapter 122: Shooting Gallery

  Youthful vigor soars like a song, excited students some can't sleep all night, waiting for tomorrow's visit to the military camp. Waiting for the day of live ammunition shooting, can you hit ten rings? With children of heroes, always fantasizing, what will tomorrow be like again?

  At midnight, also known as the hour of Zi, Xuan Qi did not sleep but instead opened his eyes. He took out a jade knife from inside the house and also took out a small jade bowl. Standing in the courtyard, he reached into the turtle pond and pulled out a large turtle. The jade knife flashed with scarlet blood gushing out of the turtle's body, dripping rapidly into the small bowl until it was completely stained red.

  Xuan Qi used his true energy to treat the old turtle's wound. The wound was visible to the naked eye and then condensed, leaving no scars behind. The bottom of the green jade bowl was a deep red color. Xuan Qi took out a bottle of white wine from inside the house, 62 degrees of red sorghum, poured it into the wine bowl, and the fragrance overflowed. Xuan Qi's palm emitted true energy, killing all the parasites in the blood in the bowl. His other hand reached into the blood and pulled out a cluster of dead parasites.

  Lao Ding said: "It's almost enough to drink a mouthful and then sit down and enter meditation, which can nourish the gradually lacking vital energy in your body."

  The fresh blood in the jade bowl was gulped down, and the mellow aroma of the strong wine mixed with the salty turtle blood in his belly, a scorching heat burst forth, then merged into his four limbs and hundred bones. Xuan Qi felt an inexplicable heat, Xuan Qi directly used the Turtle-Dragon Transformation, the ancestral orifice opened wide, all the spiritual energy in the entire area swarmed towards Xuan Qi with reverence.

  It felt like his eyes had just closed and opened again, but the sky was already bright. Xuan Qi looked at the alarm clock on the table, six hours had passed. The cultivators of the Mystic Door always felt that time was not enough to use, some were cultivating in the mountains, feeling that only one day had passed, while a thousand years had passed in the world.

  Slowly standing up, the bones all over his body crackled, and Xuan Qi suddenly discovered that after drinking turtle blood, his spirit and energy had become much more abundant. In the path of cultivation, the first effect was always so obvious, and it took immediate effect.

  After eating the two chickens that had been stewed in a low fire overnight, Xuan Qi tidied up and went to the campus gathering point. Three large buses were already parked there, and according to their flight numbers, they boarded the bus. Those who were too excited last night all had two black eye circles today.

  The class monitor with the lowest score in Class 1 of Computer Science is named Zhuang Xian. He wears a pair of highly myopic glasses and looks gentle. When he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, his eyeballs are all bloodshot, and as a whole person, he looks listless, just like a giant panda.

  Half of the people on the bus were snoring, while the other half closed their eyes and started resting. Among the few girls who were still spirited, especially the one sitting next to Xuan Qi, a girl named Hua Yiyi, had dark skin, long hair tied in a ponytail, and several freckles on her black face, which not only didn't make her look ugly but also added a few points of cuteness.

  Huai Huai opened her big eyes with clear black and white pupils, had already sized up Xuan Qi from head to toe four times, and was in the process of sizing him up for the fifth time. She seemed to have discovered a new continent as she exclaimed loudly: "Zhuangyuan Ge, why is your skin so good? It's snow-white and crystal clear, how can it not get tanned no matter how much sun it gets?"

  Xuan Qi was speechless and whispered: "No way, it's born like this"

  Hua Yiyi seemed to be possessed by Columbus again, and said in a fit of madness: "Why are your eyes so clear and bright, without even a hint of bloodshot?"

  Xuan Qi still didn't know how to respond, and could only shrug his shoulders again and say in a low voice: "Can't help it, born that way." Fortunately, from Beiqing to the suburbs of Beijing wasn't far, when the big bus stopped steadily and everyone was about to get off, Hua Yiyi asked her last question: "Why do you always say can't help it, born that way?"

  "I don't know why either, I've never taken care of my skin or eyes," Xuan Qi said as he stood up and got off the car.

  The originally quiet barracks gradually became noisy, with two banners hanging on the red walls and green tiles under the green trees: "Military and civilian joint construction of fish-water relationship" and "Welcome university students to the barracks". It seems that this activity was temporarily added, otherwise it would not have caused such a hasty joke. Fortunately, they were all minor issues, no harm done.

  Three classes of students were still wearing camouflage uniforms from military training and blended in with the barracks. The big brothers didn't have much nonsense, directly taking the students to the shooting range. Along the wide dirt road, they ran forward for half a kilometer before appearing at a shooting range surrounded by barbed wire.

  After entering the shooting range, 120 students were divided into ten groups of twelve each, following an instructor. Xuan Qi was not assigned to Bai Zhan's group, but Su Mengxue coincidentally joined Bai Zhan's group, and Xuan Qi's group was right next to Su Mengxue's. The instructor was a dark-faced man.

  He took out the disassembled 54-style pistol from the table and had all the students gather around to watch him assemble it. With long-term training, he was skilled and proficient, and everyone saw the black-faced instructor's fingers flying like magic, assembling the scattered parts into a small pistol, then loading the drum, pressing the insurance, aiming at the distant target, pulling the trigger, and the electronic synthesized sound "Ten rings" rang in everyone's ears. The surrounding students all cheered and applauded.

  The instructor with a dark face skillfully ejected the magazine and disassembled the gun into parts. His calloused hands clapped together as he chuckled and said: "Actually, this is nothing to brag about, I'm just skilled from practice. When I was a new recruit, I spent four hours every day assembling guns, so I got quite familiar with it. As for hitting ten rings in shooting, that's because I've fired a lot of bullets. None of these are anything special."

  Hei Mian said with a serious face: "Now let's talk about the discipline of shooting targets. The first and most important rule is that the muzzle cannot be pointed at people, even if you know there is insurance or no bullets, it cannot be pointed at people." Hei Mian saw that all his classmates nodded, then said the second rule: "The second rule is that when firing, you must hold the gun with both hands, eyes wide open, and the gun has recoil. Don't hear the gunshot and be startled by the recoil, immediately screaming and throwing away the gun. I'm telling you, a dropped gun will definitely fire, bullets don't distinguish between men and women."

  "Hei Lian said loudly: 'Did you all understand?' 'Understood,' replied the students."

  "Didn't eat breakfast in the morning, speak a little louder. Did everyone understand?" Hei Lian asked again.

  All the students chorused: "Understood!" This shout was very uniform.

  Hei Lian nodded: "Very good, and I also want to tell everyone a piece of good news." Hei Lian successfully piqued everyone's interest and attracted their attention before loudly saying: "There are ten groups in total. Each group will select one person with the best results for a concentrated competition, and then another person with the best results will be selected to compete against our team leader. The winner can get a tank assembled from bullet shells."

  "After going around in such a big circle, the fox's tail is finally revealed. Was it worth wasting so much energy just to win against me and humiliate me?" Xuan Qi sensed the thick conspiracy behind this, but didn't expose it, quietly waiting for further developments.

  "If everyone has no problem, let's start." Hei Lian familiarly reloaded the gun: "There are eight bullets in the magazine of the Type 54 pistol. You will first shoot one clip to get a feel for the gun, and then the next clip will be counted as part of the competition score."

  The students' faces were filled with anticipation, automatically lining up in a long queue by height, Xuan Qi stood at the fifth position, and saw that the shortest Hua Yiyi went first, under Hei Lian's guidance to open the safety catch, when firing the first shot, Hei Lian was on the side to guide. The first shot made Hua Yiyi let out a cry of surprise.

  Fortunately, with Hei Lian by her side, she didn't throw the gun away. With mental preparation, Hei Lian said to Hua Yiyi: "Don't be in a hurry, don't panic, take aim, align the sights, three points in a line, hold your breath when shooting, and when pulling the trigger, your hand must not shake..."

  With Hei Lian's guidance, Hua Yiyi finished the last seven shots, but only three hit the target, one of which was a lucky shot that hit the ten ring. The total score for the three shots was only 19 rings.

  Several people later, because they already had mental preparation, so they hit the middle and upper circles, all above 40 rings, with very few misses.

  Xuan Qi picked up the Type 54 pistol and felt the warmth of the gun body. He aimed at the large target in front of him, aligned the three points, and pulled the trigger. The sound of gunfire echoed as he fired eight consecutive shots, all of which missed the target. This result was astonishing. If someone were to inspect the target, they would be even more astonished - all eight bullets had grazed the edge of the target. To say it was a coincidence would be too much of a coincidence. Xuan Qi seemed to have an inexplicable feeling about guns; when he fired the bullets, he used a special technique that allowed him to control the trajectory of the flying bullets.

  The assessment has officially begun. With the experience from last time, everyone's shots are very accurate. Xuan Qi seems to have suddenly understood something, and his shots are like divine assistance. He scored 72 rings and took first place alone. Xuan Qi also felt that there was a problem with this score, and after shooting eight more rounds, he still got 72 rings, the taste of conspiracy getting stronger and stronger.

  Then came the 20-group joint examination, and Xuan Qi scored 74 points again. To know that the full score is only 80. The surrounding classmates have already shouted, Zhuangyuan brother is mighty and domineering.

  The plot finally reached the peak, Bai Zhanfei stood out and looked at Xuan Qi, knowing that he was pretending to ask: "Are you the one with the best shooting score? Let's have a match today."

  Xuan Qi didn't say a word, but carefully observed his surroundings. After all the preparation, it definitely wasn't just to humiliate himself in shooting. Xuan Qi applied his Qianqi technique to the extreme and suddenly discovered that something was stuffed into the barrel of his gun. Once the trigger was pulled, the gun would explode.

  Bai Zhan Chi picked up the gun in front of him and walked to a target about three meters away from Xuan Qi. With a smile all over his face, he said: "To avoid others saying I'm bullying you, today I'll cover my eyes and compete with you." As he spoke, he took out a black silk scarf from his pocket and tied it around his eyes in a very realistic way.

  Xuan Qi had already seen through his tricks and felt that he was hypocritical. A ball of anger swirled in his chest, and Xuan Qi couldn't help but use a kind of qigong to wrap the blockage in the gun barrel and transport it into Bai Zhan Chi's gun barrel. After succeeding, Xuan Qi felt somewhat drained, but the feeling of using someone's own method against them was truly refreshing.

  The instructor with a black face did not know what was happening inside the venue and loudly shouted: "Everyone is in position, ready!" Xuan Qi raised his gun, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. Bai Zhangyi also raised his gun, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

  "With a loud bang" as soon as the black-faced instructor gave the order

  The gun in Bai Zhan's hand suddenly exploded, the barrel shattered and flew into pieces, hitting his face and leaving a huge gash. In unbearable pain, Bai Zhan removed the black cloth from his eyes, staring incredulously at his bleeding palm, muttering to himself: "How could this be?"

  Bai Zhan Chi was sent to the hospital, his facial injuries could be treated, but his blown-off fingers couldn't. The troops attributed everything to an accident, and the Bai family also conducted a review, only to find an unacceptable fact: Bai Zhan Chi had blocked the wrong gun barrel and picked up the wrong gun.

  In the hospital, Bai Zhan's wings were spread wide, his nerves tense, and he muttered to himself, "It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong." But outsiders all thought this was just his way of escaping from reality.