Chapter 249: Father and Son Spar
Early morning.
Meng Mansion, martial arts practice field.
Meng Qingshe, wielding his broadsword with a clattering sound, moved like a snake; only the sound of the bells on the broadsword could be heard, his figure a blur.
Meng Shaoxia watched his Father performing energetically on the field and silently lowered his head.
Looking at his brother-in-law and Father-in-law watching intently beside him, he always felt a strange atmosphere.
If it were a few years ago, he wouldn’t have been able to beat his Father.
But at his Father-in-law’s place, he was abused every day, abused every day, abused every day…
Now, watching his Father wield the sword was like watching a slow-motion replay; there were many openings.
He should be able to beat his Father now.
Meng Shaoxia was slightly excited. In a moment, hehe!
Jiang Feng watched Uncle Meng practice with the sword intently, feeling that the Meng Family was indeed a family of military generals; to be able to wield such a large sword so freely, the momentum was like a rainbow.
This feeling was probably fine on the practice field, but once on the battlefield, Uncle Meng’s sword, leading an army to charge, would be invincible and unstoppable; this was a sword suitable for the battlefield.
Uncle Meng was natural general material, the kind that leads troops in a charge.
Compared to that, he was slightly lacking.
Jiang Changtian watched his in-law wield the sword intently; it was very good to watch, but it didn’t suit him. He didn’t like this kind of wide-open, sweeping style; he preferred something more refined.
After some warm-ups.
Meng Qingshe wanted to drill his son. Seeing that he had gained weight, he must have slacked off quite a bit over the years. For the sake of the two chubby grandsons he had produced, he would go a little easier on him later.
Meng Qingshe called his son to the field.
Meng Shaoxia looked back at his Father-in-law and then at his brother-in-law, sighing with a bit of smugness.
“Father, when you lose in a moment, don’t say I didn’t give you face.”
“You brat, your skills haven’t improved, but your bragging has. Don’t cry later.”
Meng Qingshe wielded his broadsword and slashed over.
Meng Shaoxia was used to being brutally abused at his Father-in-law’s place; he couldn’t even beat his Mother-in-law. Having finally returned home, it was time to turn the tables.
He dodged flexibly and also pulled out a broadsword.
His sword was very crude, without any flashy bells, and even a bit dull, looking dark and murky.
It was the sword his Father-in-law had forged for him using the meteorite iron that fell in the backyard.
He hadn’t really used it properly along the way.
But he cherished it very much.
This iron was different; it was very heavy.
The volume of this sword was even smaller than before, but the weight was three times heavier.
Meng Shaoxia swung it a few times before slowly finding the feel of it.
His Father, Meng Qingshe, even waited for his son for a while.
Seeing that he had improved slightly—previously, when young, he liked to use a sword, which was flashy.
Now he had switched to a broadsword. Although changing weapons halfway was not good, seeing his son wield the sword so handily, it was clearly more suitable.
However, this sword was slightly small and lacked momentum. Meng Qingshe wasn’t tall, but he liked large weapons; if his height wasn’t enough, he made up for it with his weapon.
After waiting for his son to warm up for a while, Meng Qingshe lifted his broadsword and began to exert real force.
If one were not a martial artist, seeing that broadsword slashing towards them, they would first be stunned, not knowing how to resist or dodge, because they were locked by the sword’s momentum. It was like a high-speed train driving toward you; you would certainly be at a loss. Actually, you should run, but the scene was too ferocious, as if the high-speed train was already right at your forehead. Your brain would think you couldn’t escape at all, and your body, receiving the brain’s command, would be unable to move; you simply couldn’t run.
The bells on the sword hilt were not purely for decoration; they had a mesmerizing effect when swinging the sword. Accompanied by the sound of the sword cutting through the air, the dense jingling sound of the bells disturbed one’s mind and also prevented one from concentrating.
On the battlefield, being a beat slow meant death.
Meng Shaoxia adapted to the meteorite broadsword in his hand.
This sword was full of his Father-in-law’s love.
Originally, he thought only Mianmian had one, but he didn’t expect to have one too.
Jiang Changtian: The scraps left over after using them for his daughter naturally couldn’t be wasted.
Meng Shaoxia raised his sword to block his Father’s Azure Dragon Broadsword.
“Clang!”
Sparks flew.
Meng Qingshe did not hold back with this slash.
Meng Shaoxia did not lower his guard with this slash either.
Meng Qingshe’s face flushed red. Previously, he could easily suppress his son with his broadsword and then take the opportunity to lecture him: “Son, you need to practice more,” blah blah…
He had memorized his lecture lines for three years; he knew them by heart.
Seeing his son gain weight, he had even reviewed them several times overnight, determined to drill his son well and train his muscles and bones back.
But he hadn’t expected that his son would catch it.
He caught his broadsword.
His Azure Dragon Broadsword actually couldn’t be pressed down.
Not only had his son gotten fat, but his strength had also increased?
That’s impossible, right? Looking at his chubby son, who seemed soft and puffy, how could his strength have increased so much?
He tried to press down again but couldn’t.
Meng Qingshe pulled back his sword and slashed again!
“Clang!”
It was still blocked.
Slash!
“Clang!”
Slash!
“Bang!”
Slash!
“Clang!”
Jiang Changtian and Jiang Feng were watching from the side of the practice field, and then a little girl appeared beside them.
Mianmian woke up and learned that Father and the others were having a morning workout with Uncle Meng, so she came over to stroll around.
Then she saw Uncle Meng and her brother-in-law going back and forth.
The fight was so boring!
In her mind, martial artists had all sorts of changing moves, dazzling and going back and forth, swinging swords, clothes fluttering, scaling walls, and so on.
But the actual sparring was: I slash, I slash, I slash slash slash!
It felt a bit like Mother chopping wood.
And her brother-in-law only had one move: I block, I block, I block block block!
Simple, unadorned, one-hundred-percent blocking.
Because the angles were different, the sounds produced were different, but it was very poor to watch.
Jiang Feng and Jiang Changtian were both watching very intently.
The more Jiang Changtian watched his in-law’s moves, the more he felt that this person was too upright and easily taken advantage of.
Jiang Feng was studying seriously, not saying a word. His sister arrived, he had his sister’s head in his hands, and he continued to study.
Meng Qingshe was panting, feeling incredulous.
A normal person would have been hacked to death by him in three strikes.
His son had blocked ten strikes and still had energy to spare.
He was already panting from exhaustion.
His son was still standing there, rosy-cheeked, white, and chubby.
Could it be that he was old? Was he useless? That’s impossible!
A few years ago, this brat was beaten by him until he was looking for his teeth all over the floor; his teeth were knocked out, and he had also been taught a lesson by his Father.
How was he so fierce now?
“What have you been eating? You didn’t take Xiaoyao Powder, did you!” Meng Qingshe said with a grave expression.
He had seen people who took Xiaoyao Powder; they would also suddenly become strong, with infinite strength. An ordinary person would suddenly become brave and invincible, fearless of life and death. But once addicted to the powder, they would have to keep taking it in the future. If they didn’t take it later, they would go insane and lose their mind, and in severe cases, they might even self-harm, their body would rapidly weaken, and in even more severe cases, their body would rot, and they would suffer from incontinence.
“Father, that stuff is so expensive, I can’t afford it at all. For these past few years, my living expenses have all been provided by my Father-in-law; where would I get the money?” Meng Shaoxia retorted.
His Father was quite interesting; he even thought of Xiaoyao Powder.
Meng Qingshe heard his son’s retort, his face flushing red. “Nonsense, didn’t I give you pocket money? I sent you a lot of money.”
“Father, if you can’t beat me, just admit defeat; don’t say anything else.” Meng Shaoxia finally felt like he had stood up for himself. After being suppressed and beaten at his Father-in-law’s place for so many years, he finally felt a sense of relief today. It was worth it, it was worth it.
Jiang Mianmian looked at her brother-in-law; he seemed to be courting death.
It was very much like her usual self.
Sure enough, while Meng Shaoxia was being arrogant, he was suddenly bound by a whip pulled out by his Father, who used his broadsword to spank his butt several times.
Jiang Mianmian:…can’t bear to look.
No matter how old you are, your Father is still your Father.
Meng Shaoxia’s face flushed red. “Father, we were sparring on the practice field, and you actually cheated and even brought out binding tools.”
Meng Qingshe was also a bit embarrassed. Who knew that after not seeing his son for a few years, he had actually become so much stronger? Amazing.
But a Father still wanted to hit his son.
This was also a benefit of having a son.
If it were a daughter, he wouldn’t be able to bear hitting her.
On this side, Jiang Feng saw the sword and was delighted. He borrowed Uncle Meng’s Azure Dragon Broadsword and began practicing on the practice field.
He still just used those basic three moves from before.
In fact, because he had practiced them so many times, they were already engraved in his bones and blood.
He took the broadsword and swung it around handily.
And Meng Qingshe snatched the sword from his son’s hand. During the fight just now, he had discovered that his son’s sword was strange. Ordinary weapons couldn’t withstand his Azure Dragon Broadsword for a few strikes, but this sword had taken ten strikes and was actually becoming brighter. Not only did it not break, but every time it vibrated, his hand hurt.
He took his son’s sword into his hand and felt a heaviness in his hand.
“Damn!”
The ordinary-looking sword in his son’s hand was actually heavier than his Azure Dragon Broadsword.
His son’s strength was definitely more than double what it used to be. No wonder he didn’t feel pain when he hit him just now; he was just pretending to shout a few times, not putting his heart into it at all. He had still gone too easy on him.
“Where did you get this sword?”
“My Father gave it to me.” Meng Shaoxia said, looking at Jiang Changtian.
If Meng Qingshe had heard his son call someone else “Father” on a normal day, he would definitely be very jealous.
But at this moment, holding this heavy, ordinary-looking broadsword in his hand, he looked at Jiang Changtian eagerly, wanting to call him “Father” too…
Jiang Changtian was slightly embarrassed.
He was also a bit gratified.
Little Meng was a good child.
“This was specially forged for Shaoxia, using meteorite iron from beyond the sky. Because there wasn’t enough time, it wasn’t sharpened, but the blacksmith said that with daily use, this sword will become sharper and handier; it doesn’t need to be deliberately sharpened,” Jiang Changtian explained.
Meng Qingshe touched the broadsword up and down; the cold touch, the dark surface—it was truly a precious sword.
No wonder the brat was so happy he forgot to return home; he didn’t even want to go home, and he had even gained weight. His in-law was truly good to him; he was even willing to give him such a treasure.
His in-law was too honest. This meteorite iron from beyond the sky was hard to find in a hundred years, yet he actually gave it to his son-in-law.
Meng Qingshe became a bit more enthusiastic toward his in-law, thinking to himself that he must take good care of him. When they went to court the day after tomorrow, he would accompany him personally.
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