I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 51
"Maybe this is genius."

Gong Yan was filled with emotion after hearing this. For a moment, the grandfather and grandson just sat by the river and doubted life.

Qian Dong put away his mobile phone and stopped practicing swordplay at night. He decided to give himself a holiday today. He took out his mobile phone and looked at the female Bodhisattvas on the Internet. Then he started to wash up and go to bed at almost nine o'clock.

He has been practicing martial arts for a while now, and he knows that when you encounter a bottleneck like this, you must not go into trouble, but do something else to distract your attention. Maybe the problem will be solved tomorrow.

At 2:55 the next day, Qian Dong got up and went to the wing to continue practicing swordsmanship for more than an hour. After making no progress, he went to the big tree and started practicing Baguazhang.

After finishing breakfast at eight o'clock, he sent a message to Shen Shishi, and then drove to Mr. Gong's home.

With the navigation and having been here last time, I am now familiar with the road.

"Here you go, grandpa is already waiting for you inside."

After parking the car and arriving at the gate, Gong Yan was waiting for Qian Dong at the gate today. When she saw Qian Dong approaching, she couldn't help but look Qian Dong up and down, as if she wanted to see why he practiced what he did. All so fast.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you to wait here. You are very beautiful today."

Qian Dong looked at Gong Yan. Today she no longer looked like a lady wearing a high ponytail, high heels, a white shirt and a short skirt. Instead, she looked like a lady wearing a long skirt and long hair shawl. Although her perfect figure was not shown, But there was less coldness and a bit more tenderness, making the whole person look closer.

Gong Yan just smiled and then walked towards the house with Qian Dong. Neither of them spoke, they just walked quietly.

"Hahahaha, Xiaodong is here, come on, I've asked someone to set up the incense burner to see how you're doing."

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the thin figure of Mr. Gong standing at the door. When he saw Qian Dong arriving, hearty laughter could be heard from a distance.

"Hello Grandpa Gong, you look much better today."

Qian Dong took two quick steps and came to Mr. Gong. He bowed his hands and saluted. His words were not complimentary. Mr. Gong did look a lot better today. I guess Gong Yan was with him, so he felt better and looked more energetic.

"Okay, let's stop showing up to these weaklings. Come on, let me see how you're doing?"

Mr. Gong was so forthright no matter what he said or did. He took Qian Dong and walked into the room.

"Come on, come on, we're here, there's no need for a darkroom, we can just start."

Mr. Gong brought Qian Dong to a small room with little decoration around it. There was a desk with an incense burner, a sword, and a bundle of incense beside it. It looked like it was temporarily decorated.

"Here, try to see if the sword fits your hand. If it doesn't fit, I'll ask someone to change it."

Mr. Gong picked up a stick of incense, lit it with a lighter inside, inserted the incense, and then signaled Qian Dong to take the sword and get ready to start.

Qian Dongjian picked up the sword on the table. This sword was not as primitive as the sword that Mr. Gong gave him yesterday, but judging from the cold light flashing on the blade, it had obviously been sharpened.

Qian Dong took the sword with both hands and tried the chopping, jumping, tapping, wiping, and teasing skills he had learned yesterday through upgrading his sword skills. He felt good. Although the swords were slightly different, the weights were almost the same. It was obvious that Mr. Gong had considered them.

"Tsk, tsk, what a genius. Yesterday, I was a novice who didn't know anything. Today, I can wield a few basic sword skills beautifully. It's a pity that someone with such an understanding is not named Gong."

Mr. Gong's face showed no other expression, but his heart was already overturned. This was the successor he had dreamed of.

As for Gong Yan on the side, there was also no other expression on her face. She was still smiling as usual, but her eyes were shining brightly. No one knew what she was thinking.

Qian Dong became familiar with the sword for a while, and the familiarity of the sword came again. Qian Dong calmed his mind just like yesterday, held the sword in one hand, and then began to chop the incense. The head of the sword when he chopped the incense sparkled, but the incense did swing a few times. After falling, it continued to burn, as if the wind had just become stronger.

Qian Dong didn't think much and continued to use it a second time. This time with a slightly stronger force, the head of the incense was wiped out and the incense was broken.

Qian Dong lit another incense stick and continued to repeat the previous actions, but unfortunately the result remained unchanged. "Well, okay, that's it."

Mr. Shen spoke out to stop Qian Dong from continuing his behavior.

"Grandpa Gong, why do you think I am doing this?"

After Qian Dong heard this, he sheathed his sword, then curiously asked Mr. Gong, quietly waiting for his answer.

"Haha, the question is actually very simple. Watch me swing it once."

Mr. Gong didn't explain much. He took the sword from Qian Dong's hand, stood where Qian Dong was just now, held the sword in one hand, stretched his hand straight, and then used force on his wrist to chop it down in one piece.

The sword fell immediately, and the incense head was split into two halves without too many sparks. The pieces fell on both sides of the incense burner, as if they were meant to be.

There is not much difference in the way Mr. Gong swings his sword. He looks very calm. Moreover, Mr. Gong still smiles during the process of splitting the incense, as simple and casual as picking up a peanut with chopsticks.

"Grandpa Gong, I don't seem to feel anything different."

Qian Dong scratched his head after reading this, a little puzzled. In his eyes, there seemed to be no big difference between Mr. Gong's sword swing and his own.

"Yanyan, tell me, what's the difference between our two sword splitting skills?"

Mr. Gong did not answer, but asked Gong Yan who was standing aside.

"Well, grandpa's chopping of incense, the movements are natural and smooth, and the chopping is very casual, as if he is waving his arm a few times to drive away flies.

As for Qian... Dong, when I split the incense, it was a bit jerky... Well, maybe I shouldn't say it was jerky, but it just gave me the feeling that it lacked a little aura and its movements were a bit stiff. "

Gong Yan told what she saw one by one.

"You heard it, this is the difference. You may not feel it yourself, but you can see it clearly from the sidelines."

Mr. Gong didn't wait for Qian Dong to ask, and continued:

"Have you ever hit a sandbag with your hands?"

Mr. Gong obviously knows some training methods of Baguazhang.

"filmed"

Qian Dong nodded.

"Then when you hit the sandbag, did the master who taught you ask you to start hitting it harder or gently?"

"The master who taught me didn't say anything, so I just took a photo of him dead. Just over an hour after the first day, I saw blood on the back of my hand."

Qian Dong told the truth.

"Forehead……"

Mr. Gong was speechless for a moment and cursed in his mind: "What kind of freak was this taught by a master? Why don't you act according to common sense?"

(End of this chapter)