At the same time when the Dow merchant ship was captured, Liu Jing was staring at the dark water on the north bank of the Han River, and seemed to be worried. He would go to Huang Zhong to learn martial arts tomorrow morning. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a trouble for him.

Of course, it should be a good thing. He can learn more profound martial arts and even learn Huang Zhong's famous archery technique.

Liu Jing was expecting and conflicted in his heart, and he didn't know how he explained this to Zhao Yun.

He slowly stood up, bit the knife in his mouth, removed his clothes, and wore a bare upper body, wearing only a pair of short trousers. He moved his muscles and bones, jumped into the river, and the cold river water quickly overwhelmed his head. He swam hard toward the darkness at the bottom of the river.

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Before it was completely dawn, Liu Jing left Fancheng and headed to the southern military camp of Xiangyang. Today was his first day to learn martial arts from Huang Zhong.

Last night, he sat on the banks of the Hanshui River and pondered for nearly an hour, and finally abandoned his inner troubles. A real man stood in the world and had a clear conscience. Why bother to stick to human nature and worldly affairs?

At this time, he was even more expectant. Zhao Yun taught him the exquisite shooting skills and Luofeng skills. What could he learn from Huang Zhong?

After the ferry passed the north shore, Liu Jing turned over and urged the horse to run south of Xiangyang City.

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In the big tent, Huang Zhong paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and he was also a little worried. Liu Biao gave him a task to give him time to give advice to his nephew Liu Jing's martial arts. The implication was to let him teach Liu Jing to learn martial arts.

But he hasn't figured out how to teach Liu Jing yet.

At this time, a general carefully suggested, "The veteran general might as well try his martial arts first to see if he has any advantages, and then teach him a few things, so that he can also explain it to the state governor."

The general's proposal makes some sense. He must first touch Liu Jing's background, and then consider how to teach him martial arts. Huang Zhong was also a little curious about what Liu Jing and Zhao Yun learned from him.

At this time, a soldier outside the tent reported, "Marquis Liu Jun has arrived!"

‘Is he here?’

Huang Zhong looked at the hourglass and it was very punctual, not bad for a moment. He smiled and walked out of the tent quickly.

Outside the tent, Liu Jing was walking quickly towards this side under the guidance of a soldier. Liu Jing had met Huang Zhong during the last time he competed with Cai Jin. He had long admired Huang Zhong's reputation. At this time, he saw Huang Zhong walk out of the tent from afar. Liu Jing accelerated his pace, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists high, "Last general Liu Jing, see General Huang!"

The Jingzhou Army was very strict in its superiority. Although Liu Jing was Liu Biao's nephew, he was the marquis of the Qu family and was far from comparable to the General of the Central Army. This was like the battalion commander in later generations who met the division commander, which was several levels behind.

However, in terms of subordinates, Liu Jing is Wang Wei's subordinate, not Huang Zhong's subordinate, so Huang Zhong's tone is somewhat polite. He quickly helped Liu Jing up and said with a smile: "Young Master Jing, don't have to be too polite. Now we won't talk about the superiority and inferiority of the army."

There is some reason why Huang Zhong did not call Liu Jing a military marquis. If he was to do business, he could not keep Liu Jing in his military camp without authorization. He had to get Wang Wei's consent first. Wang Wei has always been clear about public and private affairs. Even if the governor greeted him, he might not agree.

Therefore, Huang Zhong could only date Liu Jing in his private name.

Liu Jing also understood this principle, so he didn't know it. He stood up and smiled and said, "I have heard about the reputation of General Huang for a long time. I have always wanted to come to see him, but I was really dragged down by trivial matters. I just saw the old general today. I felt ashamed and happy in my heart."

Huang Zhong stroked his beard and smiled, "Many people say they have long admired my name and came to visit. As soon as they visit, it turned out to compete for martial arts. I can only sacrifice my life to accompany you. Is it the same for Young Master Jing?"

"No! Compared with the senior's martial arts, I see the bright moon. How dare I have such inappropriate thoughts? I really admire the senior."

After pausing, Liu Jing couldn't help laughing, "Of course, if the senior is willing to give some advice on his martial arts, I will be grateful."

Huang Zhong stroked his beard and laughed, and everyone laughed. Huang Zhong said cheerfully: "Since Mr. Jing wants me to give me some advice on martial arts, then I can only respect myself rather than obey my orders, and take a horse and take a knife!"

The subordinates hurriedly brought Huang Zhong's war horse, and two more soldiers came forward carrying the Red Dragon Sword. Huang Zhong's sword weighed 80 kilograms, with a red blade and extremely sharp one. It was also known as the Red Dragon Sword, which was obtained by Huang Zhong in Nanjun.

Huang Zhong held the knife in his hand and asked with a smile: "What weapon does Mr. Jing use?"

Liu Jing didn't expect that the opening remark of learning from his master was a competition, as if it was usually the case. The master always had to test his apprentice's qualifications, and danced with two swords or gave a few stones.

When Yu Zhenren teaches herself, don’t she also run a lap by herself?

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Huang Zhong seemed a little different, but he actually ended up in person, but Liu Jing also felt a passion in his heart, a passion for proving his ability. He practiced hard for three months and fought on the Xinye battlefield. How many times can he fight with Huang Zhong?

This is another kind of bravery who is not afraid of a tiger. He clasped his fists and said, "I would like to ask the old general for advice, but Liu Jing did not bring any weapons."

Although Liu Jing also had a steel gun weighing 40 kilograms, it was lost in the Battle of Xinye and the new steel gun had not been built yet.

Huang Zhong felt Liu Jing's courage. He couldn't help but think of his youth. Isn't it the same courage?

In Liu Jing, Huang Zhong seemed to see himself more than thirty years ago, and a hint of pity for this young warrior surged in his heart.

He nodded slightly and smiled, "I heard that the young master is using a gun. I have more than a dozen good iron guns here. You may as well choose one."

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen personal soldiers took out more than a dozen of best iron spears from the back tent, which vary in length and weight, and each has its own advantages, but they are all well-built, and it can be seen that they are all made by famous craftsmen.

"Young Master, please pick one!"

Huang Zhong’s biggest hobby is collecting weapons. In fact, it is not only him, but also generals with conditions have this hobby, just as scholars like to collect books.

However, Huang Zhong collected so many weapons, and was famous in Jingzhou. After decades of collection, he had hundreds of weapons of various types. His wife and children died early and were alone, so he devoted all his energy to his greatest hobby, and these weapons were like his children.

In ancient times, there was a saying that plum is a wife and crane is a son. When it comes to Huang Zhong, it is a bow is a wife and a sword is a son.

When Liu Jing saw that Huang Zhong had taken out his collection treasure, he was very interested and happily stepped forward to choose.

In fact, after the battle of Shinno, he also found that he was not suitable for using a gun. While stabbing the enemy, he also liked to chop and smash it, and it was impossible to use a gun. So during this period, he was also considering changing a weapon that was more suitable for him, which could both assassinate like a gun and chop and smash like a knife.

But Huang Zhong had already taken out the gun, so he couldn't refuse.

Liu Jing caught an iron spear at first sight, about 16 feet long, with a slender body and a simple and smooth shape. The tip of the spear was faintly blue, and the tip of the spear was extremely sharp. You can tell at a glance that it was made by a famous artist.

Liu Jing was holding the gun in his hand, and the weight was similar to his imagination. He was about 40 pounds and felt extremely comfortable. He loved it very much, "Just choose it!"

Liu Jing shook his spear and stabbed it out with a sharp green light. Huang Zhong nodded secretly. The shot was very powerful and had a bit of momentum. It was obvious that the young man had worked hard.

He walked up and smiled, "I think the young master will definitely take this spear. This spear is named Qingying. It was taken from a bandit in Bashu twenty years ago. It can rank second among the spears I have collected."

Huang Zhong took the spear from Liu Jing's hand, shouted and stabbed it out, and even shook out seven spear heads, which shocked Liu Jing. Among the thirteen-style hundred birds and phoenix spear guns, the last move of the "Hundred Birds and phoenix spear heads" was to stab out seven spear heads with one shot, but it only took you to understand twenty-six moves, which was very complicated.

Zhao Yun could stab nine spearheads with one shot and use this move to the extreme, but Liu Jing did not expect that Huang Zhong could stab seven spearheads with one shot, but he himself used a knife.

He couldn't help but remember what Yu Zhenzi said to him: weapons in the world are of the same lineage, and the eighteen weapons are all based on everyone's preferences.

In fact, he also had a deep understanding of this sentence, just like the wind and thunder transformation taught to him by Master Yu, it was obviously a sword technique, but he could use this move with an iron rod and defeat Zhang Ping.

In the past three months, he used his spear to understand the moves of Fenglei Transformation, which is no less powerful than a long sword, and even faster.

It is precisely this kind of understanding that it is not surprising that Huang Zhong can stab the Qihua with one shot.

Liu Jing practiced martial arts hard for three months and his martial arts skills increased greatly. He was full of confidence in himself. Being able to fight Huang Zhong was also an honor for a warrior.

Liu Jing carried the gun and got on the horse. With a swing of the spear, he shouted loudly, "Please give me advice to General Huang!"

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A hundred steps away, Huang Zhong lifted his sword and immediately stroked his 50-year-old beard, smiled slightly, took the spear and spit out the first green light, and then Liu Jing turned over and stood with a spear.

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With all the details, he touched Liu Jing's background. Whether in terms of strength or momentum, he could only say that he had just started practicing martial arts and was far from himself.

But thinking about it, compared with the last sword competition, he has transformed from a swordsman to a general, and he knows very well how big the steps he needs to take.

Such great progress has been made in just a few months, which made Huang Zhong look at him with admiration. He suddenly realized that his idea was wrong and did not necessarily have to build a foundation from a young age. This Liu Jing is the best proof.
To be continued...