Chapter 571: Cultivation in Dreams

"Don't trust your hand feel, aim well!"

"Don't aim at the head, aim at the heart, so that if you miss, you have a higher chance of hitting somewhere else!"

"Don't use the structure calibration, that's something you should consider after you can shoot accurately without relying on the structure!"

"Don't stare at those advanced firearms, the firearm structure of the old era is the most reliable!"

"Don't trust the accuracy of the pistol, it's a close combat weapon, don't think of a one-shot kill from ten meters away!"

"The first shot is for you to assist in aiming, be prepared to miss!"

"You must maintain and familiarize yourself with your gun every day, but you must use it as a strange gun every time you shoot!"

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In the first six months, Feng Xue accepted a shooting theory that was completely different from the orchard. The firearms knowledge taught by this uncle was not like the concept of the structure era at all, but gave Feng Xue a feeling that the structure did not exist at all.

But there is no doubt that as the basis of pistol shooting, it is absolutely standard.

As the training continued, the teachings Feng Xue heard gradually changed from "don't do this and that" to more straightforward education. Feng Xue, who had rich learning experience, also understood that this was a sign that he was gradually correcting his mistakes and starting to get on the normal training track.

Although he was curious about why a killer would pick up a child who was about ten years old and whose whole family was killed by him as his successor, Feng Xue, the possessed person, didn't care about this at all. What did the blood feud of the dream owner have to do with him? He only cared about what he could learn in this dream.

And the facts proved that this uncle was quite good at teaching people.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

After emptying a magazine of bullets, Feng Xue did not look at the target, but went straight to the corner of the underground shooting range and evenly applied the prepared ointment on his sore wrist.

——This is not target training, but intensive training.

Even though the gun in his hand was just a so-called "girl gun" and was equipped with subsonic bullets, the recoil was still not something that Feng Xue, a ten-year-old boy, could handle. In his daily training, in addition to a series of physical exercises including push-ups, he constantly pulled the trigger to let the recoil of the gun act on his wrist, so as to get familiar with this momentum.

It is worth mentioning that it took him a lot of time just to train his index finger to be able to pull a trigger of about 4 pounds (nearly two kilograms).

Although the main exercise was on the wrist, Feng Xue was in pain all over after shooting this round of bullets. Although the uncle whose name was not known whether it was "Torre" or used the code name "Tower" in Shinra (the two are homophonic) was not at the shooting range at this time, Feng Xue still obediently obeyed his request not to use any structure in training.

It was not that he was following his heart or was timid, nor was it that Uncle Torre would monitor him, it was simply because he was training.

Although he is not as young as his body, he has a good self-control and will not take shortcuts or seek convenience. He will train according to the training. After all, how much he learns in the end is his own wealth.

As the days go by, the recoil from the gun is also "becoming" peaceful at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although if you don't apply medicine, your arm will still be sore the next day.

After applying the ointment again, Feng Xue disassembled his pistol, skillfully checked the condition of each part, applied gun oil, and then assembled it in sequence. During the days of dreaming, this was the only part that did not conflict with what he learned in the orchard.

After completing the maintenance with a familiar method that would make even veterans ashamed, Feng Xue washed the residue on his hands, assembled the gun, and left this "slightly" large basement.

Lying casually on the sofa, Feng Xue picked up the milk that had been placed in hot water before starting training. At this time, the temperature was just right.

After all, milk is good for the growth and development of children, this is common sense!

Although there is a TV, all contents not related to the trial will be blocked in the dream. So if you turn on the TV, except for a few news about murders and shootings, gun battles, killer-themed movies and TV shows, and shooting competitions, other occasions will only be a distorted screen. For this reason, Feng Xue can only close his eyes semi-actively and forcibly in his spare time, and use meditation to polish the small universe, which is a more convenient technique for practice.

It's a pity that compared with the small universe that he has personally experienced, the magnetic field force used by Feng Xue is just a "fake" constructed under the exaggerated and outrageous enlightenment of Kawajiri Hayato. It's better to say that it's not that the magnetic field is rotating strongly, but that Hayato's enlightenment is strong. After all, with that enlightenment, any structure will become supermodel.

He kept sketching the pattern of the Big Dipper in his mind, but each time it was different. In these sketches, Feng Xue's feeling about the small universe in his heart seemed to be nourished, deepening, but in the changes, it always remained active, rather than being completely solidified like a war architect.

If you don't become a dreamer, your brain can't be released, and your brainpower will still be limited to the limit of human beings. This is an insurmountable gap. Feng Xue felt that his spirit began to be a little scattered, so he stopped meditating.

"He hasn't come back yet... Every time I get to this point, I think that guy is going to die."

Taking food out of the refrigerator, Feng Xue used the law of causality to cook, but his eyes glanced at the clock. Many people think that being a killer is a high-end and highly paid job, but this is actually a very serious misunderstanding.

To be precise, only in countries with strict laws, security and stability can killers earn high incomes, because in such places, the risks they have to take in order to kill their targets are also quite high.

But on the other hand, if it is a region where wars are frequent and laws are just empty words, the price of killing a person may not even be enough for his food for a week.

Unfortunately, in the area where he is now, Batman has to admit that Gotham City is peaceful and prosperous.

"Are you thinking about me dying outside again?"

Suddenly, Torre's somewhat noisy voice came from the door. Feng Xue glanced at it and didn't respond as usual.

Torre was not surprised at all. He put the ingredients he brought back into the refrigerator one by one, and then said:

"Just right, prepare one for me too! Really, these people are getting more and more unrefined now. Fortunately, I have been careful after your incident, otherwise I would have to bring you another junior brother..."

"So? Didn't the business go well? Then why did you come back so late?" Feng Xue glanced at Torre, and Torre immediately showed a bright smile:

"I killed the client."