I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 59 Clean Up

Early the next morning, Qian Dong got up early as usual, took weights, and started morning practice in the darkroom.

Wristbands were tied to his wrists, and three lead weights were inserted into them. He planned to adapt to his hands first, and then add a lead weight to himself at regular intervals. As for his body, he wore a vest with forty lead weights hanging on it. .

"Whoosh~"

There was only a little incense shining in the dark room, and there was a large handful of lit incense beside it. Qian Dong was chopping the incense too fast now, and his accuracy was extremely high. After splitting the incense in half, he needed to replace it with another one. , it would take too much effort to light them one by one, so this morning, he lit a handful of incense and placed it on his side.

Every time the incense on the incense burner was split, he would use his sword again to chop the two halves of the incense head out, and then insert another one. For this purpose, he also deliberately opened a gap in the window facing the street, even though there were curtains. Separated, but not enough to fill the darkroom with smoke.

"Whoosh~"

"Whoosh~"

Qian Dong just repeated this action, over and over again...

"Honey, come here, there is no wind here..."

"Well, it's just a bit dark. The street lights here are far apart..."

"It's okay, just make it darker. It's early in the morning and it's a bit cold when the wind blows. We'll take shelter from the wind. Let's eat quickly and it won't be cold until we start working..."

"Okay, you can eat too, it's still warm now..."

"Haha, okay, it's just a bit dark. This place is quite nice. You can still smell the burning incense..."

"Well, it smells quite pleasant..."

……

"Whoosh~"

Qian Dong, who was chopping incense with his sword, paused slightly with his hand. The sword rubbed the head of the incense, but did not split the sword.

Qian Dong put down his sword. His eyes had adapted to the darkness. He came to the wall and took out his mobile phone under the towel to check the time.

Four o'clock in the morning
Qian Dong moved slightly closer to the window and listened carefully.

"The weather will get cold soon, and the breakfast brought out will not be so hot..."

"What's the matter? I'll bring more hot water in the thermos cup and it will be quite warm..."

……

Qian Dong heard a few words and realized that a couple of sanitation workers were eating breakfast under the window. Because the courtyard was leeward from the wind, the two chose to eat the breakfast they had brought under the window. It seemed that they had been busy for a while.

Qian Dong was also afraid that the smoke from burning incense in the room would be too great, so he opened a small gap for ventilation today, and then he heard their conversation.

After thinking about it, I feel that I seem to have enough concentration now. The purpose of the darkroom is actually to reduce the influence of the outside world on the sword practitioner. Now that I have enough concentration, it is not that important whether it is a darkroom or not.

Gently open the completely light-blocking curtains arranged by Shen Shijie, and then turn on the lights in the room.

From extremely dark to extremely bright, the stimulation of the light made Qian Dong close his eyes, waiting to slowly adapt.

"Shh...Old man, please speak in a lower voice, are we disturbing others..."

"I'm already very quiet..."

"Stop talking, it's just light. Hurry up and finish your meal and go to work..."

Qian Dong closed his eyes and listened to the sound outside the window getting quieter, but he didn't care too much.

After his eyes got used to it, he started practicing again and calmed down. In fact, the darkroom or not had no impact on him.

..."Brother Dong~Aunt Qin, do you have my breakfast? I'm so hungry."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Qian Dong was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, and Shen Shishi's voice came from the yard.

"Shishi is here. Yes, breakfast is enough. I'll get you bowls and chopsticks."

When Aunt Qin saw Shen Shishi, she couldn't hide the smile on her face. She quickly got up and went to get her dishes and chopsticks.

"Thank you Aunt Qin, Brother Dong. Yesterday I posted the video of the competition between you and Sister Yanyan on the Internet. Now it has become popular. Many people have liked and commented on it."

Shen Shishi came close to Qian Dong, with a smile on her face, and raised her phone as she spoke.

"Haha, comment more on your sister Yanyan."

Qian Dong didn't stop eating breakfast. He grabbed a steamed bun and handed it to Shen Shishi. Could he not understand the virtues of those people on the Internet?

As for Gong Yan's outfit that day, how many people would care about the competition between the two? I'm afraid the barrage would fill the screen. It's a shame that my legs can't do three rounds. I want to be kicked. The screen Dirty or something like that.

"Hey, I have them all, but Brother Dong, there is no material now. When do you think you have time, we can record another one? Thank you Aunt Qin~"

Shen Shishi was a little embarrassed. She took the steamed bun and took a big bite, then started to change the topic. At the same time, Aunt Qin had brought her a bowl of porridge and a pair of chopsticks. Breakfast consisted of steamed buns, porridge and pickles.

"The darkroom splitting has been completed. You can edit it and upload it. In the future, the video of practicing splitting will not be recorded."

Qian Dong didn't dwell on the video anymore and told Shen Shishi about the process of chopping incense in the darkroom.

"Wow, is it so fast? Okay, I'll go check it out later."

Shen Shishi's eyes lit up, and she checked the video on the first day. Mr. Tinggong said that such training would take a long time, so she didn't pay much attention to it. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Qian Dong had already After passing the stage of chopping incense in the darkroom, I was suddenly surprised.

"Well, the basics are complete. The subsequent weight-bearing exercises are my own exercises, so there is no need to upload them online."

Qian Dong nodded, thought for a moment, and asked again:
"Shishi, I'm going to practice splitting mung beans with my sword next. It would be too troublesome for me to let someone throw it aside. Do you know how to solve this? There seems to be that kind of launcher on the Internet. Can you find time to help me? Study it.”

"No problem, just leave it to me. My brother must have some connections. He can handle it. When do you want it?"

After hearing this, Shen Shishi patted her chest and promised.

"ASAP"

"Okay, when it's done, I'll come over and set up the camera. Brother Dong, remember to record the video during practice, hehe..."

Shen Shishi never forgets her own job.

After eating, Shen Shishi copied the contents of the darkroom camera.

On the way to the darkroom to practice, Qian Dong's cell phone rang. He took it out and looked at it. After thinking about it, he turned back to his bedroom. The message was sent by Gong Yan:
"I'll pick you up at the door at 10:30. See you later."

I washed myself carefully and cleaned my nails, beard, etc.

Qian Dong talked to Aunt Qin and went out to get a haircut. After resigning, he has been in the countryside and hasn't done much to take care of his hair. Except for a haircut when he returned home a few days ago, he hasn't done it for almost two months now. Got a haircut.

After cleaning up everything, his whole appearance seemed to have changed.

The clothes were ironed, the hair was cut into a short haircut, the whole person was full of energy, the nails were neatly trimmed, and the beard was shaved cleanly. Although the person did not change, the feeling given to people was completely different.

Gong Yan invited him to dinner. Although it was just a prelude to the competition, she invited him three days in advance and even drove to pick him up today. Looking at the address of the restaurant on her phone, she thought it was a high-end restaurant.

Under such circumstances, Qian Dong cleaned himself up neatly, which was the most basic respect for Gong Yan.

(End of this chapter)