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Chapter 53 Interpretation of Sword Power

Chapter 53 Interpretation of Sword Power
"Sword power? Does Grandpa Gong have the kind of sword power in novels, the sword power of Jianyi?"

After Qian Dong heard what Mr. Gong said, he immediately calmed down his restless heart and stepped up his questioning.

The same goes for Gong Yan on the side. After all, the power of the sword in the novel is described as miraculous, so of course she wants to know too.

"Haha, it's not that exaggerated. Let's go and drink tea. Let's talk slowly."

Seeing that Qian Dong and Gong Yan were aroused, Mr. Gong smiled proudly and walked in front.

"Grandpa, tell me about the sword power."

As soon as she sat down, Gong Yan couldn't wait to speak. She was also a martial arts practitioner. She read a lot of cool novels and was very curious about the legendary sword moves. Now of course she couldn't bear it when her grandfather said that sword moves existed in reality.

Qian Dong on the side was very patient and quietly watched Mr. Gong making tea.

"Sword power, it's actually very simple. Xiaodong, can you split this stool with one palm?"

Mr. Gong's movements of making tea were smooth and smooth. It seemed that he was making Kung Fu tea. As he spoke, he pointed to a chair next to the coffee table and asked Qian Dong.

"Uh, I don't know."

Qian Dong frowned and looked at the chair. It was a chair made of solid wood boards. The workmanship was quite solid. The board of the chair was about two centimeters thick. He usually punched sandbags and had not split these boards, so he didn't know.

"Since you don't know, just give it a try. It'll be fine. This is not an expensive chair. If it breaks, just ask someone to repair it."

Mr. Gong looked at Qian Dong with a smile. Judging from the strength he saw when Qian Dong competed with his granddaughter the day before yesterday, he probably couldn't split the chair.

"it is good."

Qian Dong did not write any ink. After answering, he stood up directly, pulled the chair aside, and made a horse stance. It was like hitting a sandbag with the palm of his hand. He lifted up from the ground, and the muscles in his whole body tensed instantly and struck with a palm.

"Bang...click."

Qian Dong used all his strength this time. He had patted the big tree and knew that his hand would not be injured due to the protection of Qi in his body, so he immediately chopped off the wooden board on which the chair was sitting.

"Grandpa Gong, I have chopped it before. I can break it like this."

Qian Dong looked at the solid wooden board on the stool that had been broken into two sections. He looked at his palms and saw that there were no scratches. He sat down on the edge of the coffee table again and said something serious to Mr. Gong.

Mr. Gong looked at Qian Dong jokingly just now, but Qian Dong's palm directly split the seat of the chair in half. When he heard the click, his hand that was pouring water shook. , looking at the jagged wooden thorns exposed on both sides of the board, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Ahem, well, that's pretty good. Now I ask you to split this stool. Can you split it?"

Mr. Gong coughed lightly, calmed down his mood just now, and continued to pour tea, as if the trembling hand just now was just an illusion, then pointed to another empty chair and asked again.

"Ah, it should be fine. Grandpa Gong, do you need me to split it again?"

Qian Dong almost didn't think twice, and then he pretended to get up and perform another chair splitting with his bare hands.

"Ah, no, no, no, no, no need to chop, no need to chop, come and have a cup of tea, have a cup of tea."

Mr. Gong quickly waved his hand for Qian Dong to sit down. If he continued to chop like this, another chair would be wasted. In fact, he didn't expect Qian Dong to be able to chop it off just now. "Wow, how did you do it? Isn't it said that Baguazhang is slippery, and those who practice Baguazhang pay more attention to body skills? You were really merciful when you competed with me the day before yesterday. If you hit me in the leg... tsk tsk."

Gong Yan was a little shocked after Qian Dong split the stool. She even went to the stool and touched it with her hands. After confirming that it was solid wood and not a synthetic board, she came to Qian Dong and took Qian Dong's hand. He looked up and down.

Just as Qian Dong was about to reach out for the teacup to drink tea, his hand was grabbed by Gong Yan. His palm was very rough and the edge of the palm was slightly thick, while Gong Yan's hand was just the opposite, very soft... His hand was grabbed and the tip of his nose spread. There was a faint scent, and what came into view when looking up was half of Gong Yan's face and her hanging hair.

At this moment, Qian Dong's heart was beating like a drum, and he felt that his hands were numb. For a moment, there were no thoughts in his mind, only the soft touch on his hands.

Qian Dong was not the first brother. He had also dated several girlfriends. Although they broke up after a short period of time, no girl had ever been able to give him this feeling. Holding hands was more like the left hand holding the right hand.

For Xiaoqin, it wasn't really love. The secret love she had while studying was more of nostalgia from adolescence. In addition, Xiaoqin was in a special situation, so her emotions were a bit more complicated.

"Ahem, Yanyan, come and have tea."

Mr. Gong saw that Gong Yan was losing her composure, and couldn't help but remind her. Although he hoped that Gong Yan would fall in love and get married soon, it didn't mean that he could see her lose her etiquette without reminding her.

"Ah, sorry."

After listening to her grandfather's words, Gong Yan looked up and saw Qian Dong staring straight at her. She exclaimed softly, then let go of Qian Dong's hand and quickly returned to her seat in a few steps.

Qian Dong turned around and took a look, and saw that her expression had returned to normal, and she was holding the teacup in both hands and sipping tea with her head down. However, with his sharp eyes, he still saw the ruddy color on the tips of Gong Yan's ears, and he smiled slightly in his heart, and he also picked up the teacup. After drinking, he also needed to calm his heartbeat.

"Where did I just say, oh oh oh, about splitting a chair, ahem, Xiaodong, the first time I asked you if you could split a chair, you answered "I don't know". This is because you have never done this before. things.

And when you have done it once, you will have a good idea. When you are asked the second time, your answer is that it should be OK, because after the first experience, you actually already know the next chair like this and know that it can be used. Split.

In fact, this is a kind of accumulation of confidence. Can you understand it? "

After speaking, Mr. Gong poured tea for Qian Dong again. He was a little worried that Qian Dong wouldn't understand, so he asked a question.

"Well, I understand."

Qian Dong nodded and listened carefully. The ripples just now had disappeared.

"When you take a sword to chop an unknown thing, you will definitely have doubts in your heart, and you will guess the answer before the sword falls.

But when you keep swinging the sword and keep swinging the sword, you will use the sword to split incense, split tree stumps with the sword, split stones and iron pillars with the sword, and even defeat all masters with the sword. , the growth of your swordsmanship and physical fitness will increase your self-confidence.

For a long time, when you pick up a sword, you will generate a kind of momentum. This kind of momentum is indestructible, and timid people will not even dare to look directly into your eyes. This is the momentum of the sword. "

Mr. Gong tried his best to explain the sword's power in simple terms so that Qian Dong could understand it.

"Can we understand it this way? Before I split the chair, I was in doubt. When I split the chair for the second time, I started to gain confidence. After splitting the chair for the first time, I would clearly know that this chair was my first hit before splitting it. It must be broken. When I face similar chairs in the future, I will feel confident and will no longer take this type of chair in my eyes."

Qian Dong interpreted it again with his own understanding.

(End of this chapter)

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