I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 119 Eight Breaking Blades

"I can't tell. I thought he was over sixty. Is he the administrator here?"

Qian Dong looked at the old man. Even though he was sitting on a stool, his waist was straight, and the guard box behind him had the lights on and the door open, so it was easy to guess the old man's identity.

"Well, that's right. You're a foreigner? Are you here for a trip?"

"I'm here to visit a senior and take a trip. How come... um?"

Qian Dong originally wanted to ask the uncle why he would come here to be an administrator when he was seventy-five years old, but he thought that the old man might have something to hide, so he was stuck... He could only look at the guard box, and then at the old man.

"I used to be a soldier. I have been an administrator here for many years. My children have their own families. Although they all want to take me over to live with them, I am used to it and I don't want to leave. It’s pretty good here.”

"Oh, sir, can I have a cigarette?"

Qian Dong saw the old man smoking a cigarette at this time, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to smoke one too.

After he practiced martial arts, he started to smoke less, and even after getting married, he has almost stopped smoking. Maybe after visiting the Martyrs Cemetery today, he felt a little heavy. When he saw the old man lighting up his cigarette, he couldn't help but think Ask for one.

"Hahaha, I smoke loose cigarettes. You can't get used to it. Let's go to where I live. There are packaged cigarettes in my room."

The old man seemed very happy. He took the thermos bottle and walked towards the sentry box regardless of the stool outside.

Qian Dong and Gong Yan followed behind.

The guard box is called a guard box, but it is not that kind of security booth, but a small house. There is a guard box outside, and there is actually a small room inside, and you can vaguely see a table inside.

"Come and sit in the room. There is a fan in the room."

The old man looked at the two people standing in the guard box and couldn't help but waved to them and motioned them to enter the house.

After walking in, the old man was very enthusiastic. After sitting down for the two of them, he poured two glasses of water.

Qian Dong looked around and saw that the pavilion was actually just a wing of the room. It was actually quite spacious inside, but because it was hidden behind the shade of a tree and it was night, he didn't expect it to be quite spacious inside.

Beds, tables, stools, and even a small stove are all available. Although there are many things, they are all well taken care of.

But the most eye-catching thing is the large knife hanging on the wall opposite the bed.

The long sword has no scabbard and has a long red tassel. It is exactly the sword equipped by the soldiers in the anti-Japanese drama.

"Come on, young man, smoke. My son secretly bought this for me. I'm not used to smoking, but sometimes I have a few friends over to play chess and they will occasionally smoke one."

The old man took out a box of Jiaozi and handed one to Qian Dong, along with a lighter.

"Thank you, uncle. Is he an old Red Army soldier?"

Qian Dong stood up and took the cigarette and lighter. He did not light the cigarette directly, but looked at the sword and asked.

"Hahahaha, I'm not, I haven't caught up. At my age, I can only be a member of the People's Liberation Army, but my father is an old Red Army soldier. This big sword is just a mold knife when my father taught me how to practice swordsmanship. It has no edge. of."

The old man loved to laugh loudly, and he also looked at the big knife hanging on the wall and explained it to Qian Dong.

"Well, that's right, but uncle, you have also learned a sword."

Qian Dong scratched his head and felt embarrassed. Even the old man said that at 75 years old, he was still a baby after the founding of New China. How could he be an old Red Army soldier? But when he heard that the old man knew how to use a sword, he became interested and couldn't help it. I asked more questions.

<divclass="contentadv"> "You smoke, it's okay to smoke indoors here. I opened the window. When I was very young, I felt that the machete was very majestic. It happened that my father knew how to do it, so I learned it for many years. At that time, I When my father taught me, he said that the army agreed to teach me, and my father even chopped off the heads of many Japanese soldiers."

Although the old man is over seventy years old, when he talks about his father, his eyes still shine with some admiration. One can imagine the status of his father in his heart.

"Uncle, can you still do it now? I'm also a martial arts practitioner, and I know a little bit of the Red Army's Eight Swordsmanship, but I wonder what you seniors showed just now."

Qian Dong couldn't afford to smoke now. As soon as he heard that the old man could cut eight swords, he stood up with excitement on his face.

"Oh, the young man is still a good practitioner, okay, then I will demonstrate it to you today, hahahaha, I haven't practiced for a long time, I don't know if it will work."

The old man looked Qian Dong up and down. He did not practice traditional martial arts, and he would not distinguish whether others practiced martial arts like Qian Dong.

I took down the big knife hanging on the wall. It had obviously been hanging for a long time. The lanyard and red tassels were a little white, but there was no rust on the knife, even though the knife was not sharpened. It is also wiped frequently and well maintained.

"Hey, watch out, young man."

After the old man took the long knife, his momentum changed, and he started practicing indoors.

"He faced a big cleaving blade, and he missed it and swung it horizontally to block the waist. The wind swept the autumn leaves, sweeping across thousands of enemies and making it impossible to escape. He stepped forward and picked up like thunder, and the chain of lifts slashed downwards. The left and right protection relied on quick access to move. Step-change bayonet."

While the old man was rehearsing, he was still talking about sword fighting.

There are some differences between the Eight Breaking Blades demonstrated by the old man and the Eight Breaking Blades of Cold Weapon Dzogchen in Qian Dong's memory.

Or it can be said that if Qian Dong went to practice the Eight Blades of Breaking Feng, he would have a different feeling.

Qian Dong watched carefully. The old man's movements were not fast, each move was extremely concise, and there was not much power or sound between the movements, like a martial artist's performance.

This is very different from Qian Dong's impression of the Eight Po Feng Swordsman. If Qian Dong were to practice it, it would definitely be majestic and the moves would be open and close, but it would be more relaxed.

The old man's practice gave Qian Dong a feeling... just... more reserved.

"Uncle, can you tell me this trick? I feel it's a little different from what I know."

Qian Dong waited until the old man finished practicing and couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, come on, stand opposite me, and you will know why if I hit you again."

The old man's face was filled with a smile, and he caressed the sword lovingly, just like a soldier caressing the sword in his hand.

"it is good"

Qian Dong stood in front of the old man. The old man held a big knife in his hand and looked at Qian Dong.

At this moment, Qian Dong felt that all the hairs on his body were exploding, and the muscles on his body tightened instantly. At the same time, the old man also started practicing in several positions.

"Gudong~"

Qian Dong swallowed. His mind was stronger than ordinary people, and his senses were naturally more sensitive. When the old man looked at him just now, he was not looking at his eyes, but at his neck.