Chapter 249 Father and son sparring
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Early in the morning.
Meng Mansion, martial arts training ground.
Meng Qingshe, who was swinging a broadsword with a clanging sound, had a snake-like body. Only the sound of bells on the broadsword could be heard, and there were crowds of people.
Meng Shaoxia looked at his father who was performing hard on the field and lowered his head silently.
Looking at his brother-in-law and father-in-law who were watching very seriously, he always felt a strange atmosphere.
If it were a few years ago, he could not beat his father.
But in his father-in-law's house, he was abused every day, abused every day, abused every day...
Watching his father wielding a sword now is like watching a slow-motion replay, with many flaws.
He should be able to beat his father now.
Meng Shaoxia was a little excited, and after a while, hehe!
Jiang Feng watched Uncle Meng practice swordplay carefully and felt that the Meng family was indeed a family of military
generals. They could wield such a large sword with ease and with great momentum. This feeling should be fine in the martial arts training ground, but once on the battlefield, Uncle Meng's sword would lead the army to charge forward, invincible and unstoppable. This is a sword suitable for the battlefield.
Uncle Meng is a natural general, and he is the type who leads troops to charge forward.
In comparison, he is slightly lacking in this aspect.
Jiang Changtian watched his relative dance swordplay carefully. The dance was beautiful, but it was not suitable for him. He did not like this kind of big and bold dance. He liked a more gentle dance.
A warm-up.
Meng Qingshe wanted to train her son. Seeing that he had gained weight, he must have neglected his time in the past few years. Considering that he had given birth to two big fat grandsons, she would not hit him too hard.
Meng Qingshe called her son to the end.
Meng Shaoxia looked back at his father-in-law, then at his eldest brother-in-law, and sighed a little proudly.
"Dad, if you lose later, don't say that I don't give you face."
"You kid, your ability hasn't improved, but you have improved through bragging. Don't cry
later." Meng Qingshe took the big knife and chopped at him.
Meng Shaoxia was used to being beaten bloody at his father-in-law's house. He couldn't even beat his mother-in-law. He finally got home, and it was time for him to turn the tables.
He dodged flexibly and took out his big knife.
His knife was very simple, without any fancy bells, and it was even a little blunt and black.
This is the knife his father-in-law made for him using the iron that fell from the meteorite in the backyard. He
has never used it properly during this journey.
But he cherishes it very much.
This iron is different and very heavy.
The size of this knife is smaller than before, but it is three times heavier.
Meng Shaoxia swung it a few times before slowly regaining his feeling.
His father Meng Qingshe waited for his son for a while.
He saw that he had made some progress. When he was young, he liked to use swords and all kinds of fancy things.
Now he uses a knife instead. Although it is not good to change weapons in the middle of the game, seeing that his son is very comfortable with the knife, it is obviously more suitable.
However, this knife is a little small and lacks momentum. Meng Qingshe is not tall, but he likes big weapons, and his height is not enough to hold the weapon.
After waiting for his son to warm up for a while, Meng Qingshe picked up the big knife and began to really exert his strength.
If a person who has not practiced martial arts sees the big knife coming towards him, he will be stunned at first, not knowing how to resist or dodge, because he is locked by the knife, just like a high-speed train is coming towards you, you will definitely be at a loss, in fact, you should run, but the scene is too brutal, just like the high-speed train has hit your head, your brain will feel that you can't run away at all, your body will be unable to move when receiving the command from the brain, you can't run at all.
The bell on the handle of the knife is not purely decorative, but it has a confusing effect when swinging the knife. Along with the sound of the knife breaking through the air, the dense sound of the bells disturbs people's minds and makes them unable to concentrate.
On the battlefield, a beat slower means death.
Meng Shaoxia adapted to the meteorite knife in his hand.
This knife is full of love from the father-in-law.
He originally thought that only Mianmian had it, but he didn't expect that he also had it.
Jiang Changtian: The leftovers used for the daughter-in-law should not be wasted.
Meng Shaoxia raised the knife to block his father's Qinglong sword.
"Keng!"
Sparks flew.
Meng Qingshe did not hold back on this knife.
Meng Shaoxia did not take this knife lightly either.
Meng Qingshe's face flushed. In the past, he could easily suppress his son with the sword, and then take the opportunity to educate him, saying that his son needs to practice more, blah blah blah...
He has memorized the words for teaching for three years,
and he knows them by heart. Seeing that his son has gained weight, he reviewed them several times overnight, determined to train his son well and restore his muscles and bones.
Unexpectedly, his son caught it.
Caught his broadsword.
His Qinglong sword couldn't be pressed down. His
son not only gained weight but also became stronger?
Impossible, looking at his fat son who looked weak and bloated, how could his strength increase so much. He
couldn't press down any further.
Meng Qingshe pulled back the sword and chopped again!
"Bang!"
It was still blocked.
Chop!
"Keng!"
Chop!
"Bang!"
Chop!
"Bang!"
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Jiang Changtian and Jiang Feng were watching at the side of the martial arts training ground, and then a little girl appeared beside them.
Mianmian got up and learned that her father and the others were doing morning exercises with Uncle Meng, so
she came over for a walk. Then she saw Uncle Meng and her brother-in-law fighting back and forth.
The fight was so boring!
In her mind, warriors have all kinds of changing moves, dazzling, going back and forth, swinging swords, flying clothes, climbing walls and so on.
But in the actual duel, I chop, I chop, I chop, chop, chop!
It feels a bit like my mother chopping trees.
And my brother-in-law only has one move, I block, I block, I block!
Simple and unpretentious 100% knife reception.
Because of the different angles, the sound is different, but the watchability is very poor.
Jiang Feng and Jiang Changtian are both watching very seriously.
The more Jiang Changtian looks at his father-in-law's moves, the more he thinks that this person is too upright and easy to suffer losses.
Jiang Feng is studying hard, without saying a word, his sister came, and there is a sister's head in his hands, and he continues to study.
Meng Qingshe was panting, it was unbelievable.
A normal person could be killed by him with three cuts.
His son took ten cuts and still had strength left.
He was already panting from exhaustion.
His son still had a rosy complexion, standing there plump and white.
Could it be that he was old? Useless? Impossible!
This kid was beaten to a pulp by him a few years ago, his teeth were knocked out by him, and he was also beaten up by his father.
How could he be so fierce now?
"What did you eat? You didn't eat Xiaoyao Powder!" Meng Qingshe said solemnly.
He had seen people who took Xiaoyao Powder and suddenly became stronger and stronger. An ordinary person suddenly became brave and invincible, fearless of life and death. However, once they became addicted to the powder, they had to take it all the time. If they did not take it in the future, they would become crazy and unconscious. In serious cases, they would even commit suicide. Their bodies would weaken rapidly. In more serious cases, their bodies would decay and they would become incontinent.
"Dad, that thing is so expensive. I can't afford it. My father-in-law has been providing me with food and clothing for the past few years. Where can I get the money?" Meng Shaoxia complained.
His father was quite interesting. He even thought of Xiaoyao Powder.
Meng Qingshe blushed when she heard her son complaining. Nonsense, didn't I give you pocket money? I sent you a lot of money.
"Dad, if you can't beat me, just admit defeat. Don't say anything else." Meng Shaoxia finally felt like he stood up. He had been suppressed and beaten every day at his father-in-law's house for so many years. Finally, one day he was proud of himself. It was worth it.
Jiang Mianmian looked at her brother-in-law, as if he was courting death.
It was very similar to her usual appearance.
Sure enough, when Meng Shaoxia was arrogant, he was suddenly trapped by a whip pulled out by his father, and his father used a big knife to whip his buttocks for several times.
Jiang Mianmian:...I can't bear to watch it.
No matter how old he is, your dad is still your dad.
Meng Shaoxia's face flushed. Dad, you cheated in the martial arts competition and even used binding props.
Meng Qingshe was also a little embarrassed. Who knew that her son would become so much stronger after not seeing him for a few years? It's amazing.
But the father still wanted to beat his son.
This is also one of the advantages of having a son.
He was reluctant to beat a girl who had a concubine.
Jiang Feng was delighted to see the sword, so he borrowed Uncle Meng's Qinglong sword and started practicing in the martial arts training ground.
He still used the three basic moves he had learned at that time.
In fact, because he had practiced so many times, it was like it was engraved in his bones and blood. He
just swung the sword with ease.
Meng Qingshe snatched the sword from his son's hand. As soon as they started fighting, he found that there was something strange about his son's sword. Ordinary weapons could not withstand a few hits from his Qinglong sword. This sword became brighter after being hit ten times. Not only did it not break, but it also hurt his hand every time.
He took his son's sword in his hand and felt a heaviness in his hand.
Damn!
This ordinary sword in his son's hand was actually heavier than his Qinglong sword.
His son's strength must be more than twice as strong as before. No wonder he didn't feel any pain when he was hit just now. He pretended to shout a few words, but he didn't mean it at all. He still hit him lightly.
"Where did you get this knife?"
"My father gave it to me." Meng Shaoxia looked at Jiang Changtian and said.
If Meng Qingshe heard his son calling someone else dad on normal days, he would definitely feel jealous.
But now holding this heavy and ordinary big knife in his hand, he looked at Jiang Changtian eagerly and wanted to call him dad...
Jiang Changtian was a little embarrassed.
But also a little relieved.
Little Meng is a good child.
"This is specially made for Shaoxia. It is made of meteorite iron. Because there is not enough time, it has not been sharpened. But the ironworker said that this knife will become sharper and more convenient with daily use, and it does not need to be deliberately sharpened." Jiang Changtian explained.
Meng Qinglong felt the broadsword up and down, the cool touch, the black surface, it was really a precious sword.
No wonder the brat was so happy and didn't want to go home, and he was even fatter. His in-laws were really good to him, and they were willing to give him such a treasure.
His in-laws were too honest. This piece of iron from the sky was hard to find in a hundred years, but they actually gave it to their son-in-law.
Meng Qingshe became more enthusiastic about his in-laws, thinking in his heart that he must take good care of him. He would personally accompany him to the court the day after tomorrow.
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