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Chapter 75 Mr. Gong’s Sword Competition

After breakfast the next day, Qian Dong drove directly to Gong's house, holding a box of tea in his hand, which Mr. Shen specially prepared for him when he knew he was coming to Gong's house today.

Today, Gong Yan is still waiting for him at the door. Today, Gong Yan wears light makeup and a floral dress. She walks on the gravel path and occasionally jumps around, just like a beautiful butterfly. Qian Dong danced around him.

Today, Mr. Gong is not drinking tea. Instead, he has a lounge chair placed in an open space in front of the door, just basking in the autumn sun comfortably. A small plate of dried fruits is placed on the side of the coffee table. Opposite is The two empty benches reveal the tranquility of the years.

"Xiaodong, come on, come on, sit down."

When Mr. Gong saw Qian Dong arriving, he sat upright from the recliner and pointed to the bench next to the coffee table for Qian Dong to sit down.

"Grandpa Gong, morning."

Qian Dong said hello and then sat on the bench. Gong Yan did not sit down, but went to the hall to make tea for the two of them.

"Xiaodong, Yanyan said the day before yesterday that you are now chopping mung beans very smoothly? You are really making rapid progress."

"Well, this is also a good method taught by Grandpa Gong. If I tried to explore it myself, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to reach this point so quickly."

Qian Dong was very humble and what he said was true.

"Needless to say, these things can be found everywhere, and your own talent and hard work are essential."

Mr. Gong waved his hand and did not take credit.

"Grandpa, Brother Dong, drink tea."

Gong Yan took out a small wooden tray and brought out three cups of tea and placed them in front of the two of them. Then she held a cup and sat next to Mr. Gong, looking at Qian Dong with a smile, and occasionally being naughty. blinked his eyes.

"Xiaodong, what do you think of our Yanyan?"

Mr. Gong took the tea and took a sip. His painting style suddenly changed and he looked at Gong Yan who was drinking tea beside him and said something.

There were no other unnecessary changes in Gong Yan's expression. It was obvious that he had told Mr. Gong about her and Qian Dong's affairs.

"Huh? Oh, Yanyan is very good, I...I like it very much."

Qian Dong put down the tea and looked at Mr. Gong seriously, with a serious look on his face.

"Well, Yanyan also told me that she has a good opinion of you. How are your parents' health? Do you have time to travel to Kyoto? Then the two families will sit down and have a meal."

Mr. Gong said it casually, but the meaning of his words was very straightforward. Their family was also quite optimistic about Qian Dong and asked Qian Dong to arrange a meeting between their parents.

For the Gong family, it doesn't matter whether the man has a well-matched family background or whether he is rich. They only consider whether his character is good, whether he takes care of the family after marriage, and whether he has any bad habits.

"Well, okay, my parents are in good health, and they are willing to travel recently. When they arrive in Kyoto, we will arrange a hotel to invite you and auntie."

Qian Dong answered fluently. Now that he has made up his mind, he should not be sloppy.

"Hahahaha, okay, then it's decided. Let's go and do some hand gestures. I haven't moved my body for a long time. Let's give it a try today."

Mr. Gong stood up happily and motioned for Qian Dong to follow him.

The two came to the side door of the house, where Gong Yan used to practice her leg skills. There was an open space there, and a shelf had been set up with several two-handed long swords on it. "Here, take one. These swords are all unedged. You have been practicing the basic skills. This time, I will give you a try."

Mr. Gong picked up a long sword, stretched his body, and stood in the middle of the open space.

Qian Dong didn't say much. He also picked up a sword and stood in the open space. The weight was not bad. It was a metal two-handed long sword. Qian Dong used his hand to draw the blade and tip of the sword. It felt smooth. It was obviously specially made for practice. Use a sword.

"It's starting."

After saying this, Mr. Gong's whole aura suddenly changed. He no longer looked like the amiable little old man he had just been. Instead, he squatted half down, holding his chest and abdomen, holding a sword with both hands pointed upward.

His eyes became as sharp as swords, staring at Qian Dong closely, and his already thin body seemed to be half shorter.

Qian Dong also held the sword in both hands, but his body did not squat as low as Mr. Gong. The sword's tip was pointed upwards, but it was more conducive to slashing. This was the most common move he used in practice.

Almost as soon as Mr. Gong finished speaking, his body became like a monkey, changing from holding the sword in both hands to holding the sword in one hand. At the same time, his slightly curled up body also bounced away in an instant.

He stepped forward and pointed the sword, and the tip of the sword came to Qian Dong in the blink of an eye. Qian Dong looked at the tip of the sword from top to bottom, almost subconsciously chopping the sword with both hands.

Mr. Gong, whose own sword was split open by the sword, took advantage of the situation and struck Qian Dong's neck with a forehand chop.

Qian Dong's sword slashed upwards, splitting the tip of Mr. Gong's sword apart again while taking half a step back.

Mr. Gong's sword did not stop. He leaned back slightly. With the long sword in his hand, he slashed horizontally towards Qian Dong's abdomen with his long sword. Then he squatted down and raised the long sword upwards. The tip slashed upward from the outside of Qian Dong's thigh. .

Because Qian Dong retreated and held swords in both hands, he used his sword to stop Mr. Gong's backhand slash and avoided having his abdomen cut open. However, due to his posture, he could not take into account his lower body. Mr. Gong squatted down. The advantage lies in the blind spot of his vision.

So Mr. Gong raised his sword and slashed his arms from Qian Dong's thigh upwards, including his abdomen.

Mr. Gong returned to his original position again, and continued to return to his original posture, with the same hands holding the sword pointed upward.

"You are using a two-handed sword, but you are not limited to using the sword with both hands. Using a sword with one hand can make you more flexible. Whether it is defense or offense, you can have more opportunities to deal with it."

Mr. Gong's posture did not change and he pointed at Qian Dong.

"Yeah, I got it."

Qian Dong subconsciously touched his thigh with his hand. Fortunately, it was just an unedged sword, so it was just scratched by the tip of the sword, leaving no injury and not even much pain. However, Qian Dong knew in his heart that if Mr. Gong If he was holding a sharp sword, then there would definitely be a big gash in his thigh, and even a caesarean section in his abdomen.

"Come again..."

Mr. Gong stepped up to point his sword again, with the same starting hand, the same move, and the same swiftness.

This time Qian Dong no longer held the sword with both hands to split the sword, but swung the sword with one hand with his right hand and split the tip of the sword.

But just when Qian Dong split the tip of the sword with one hand, Mr. Gong turned around with the sword in both hands, and then made a sudden slash. He turned around and slashed the sword with both hands. The momentum of turning around and the slash with both hands made this thing faint. The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air was mixed with an unspeakable momentum.

Qian Dong could only make a gesture to block with his sword, but it was completely useless. He blocked hastily with one hand, how could he withstand such a powerful and heavy blow, and was directly hit on the shoulder with the sword.

"Holding a sword with one hand means flexibility, holding a sword with both hands means..."

(End of this chapter)