Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

"Grandpa, is it true?" Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan asked in unison, with curiosity gleaming in their eyes.

"Come on, I'll take you to see if he is at home." Commander Chen stood up and walked forward with steady steps.

"Grandpa, are you saying that Uncle Wang Tieshan is in our military compound?" Jin Zhiyuan followed Commander Chen and asked.

"Of course not. If you want to go, follow me."

"That's great, Grandpa, we'll support you." Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan hurried forward to support Commander Chen's arm.

"No need. Didn't you see how powerful my sword skills were just now? I'm not old yet." Commander Chen waved his hand, rejecting their kindness, but his face was filled with a satisfied smile.

In a blink of an eye, the three of them arrived at Wang Tie's door.

Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan looked at the house in front of them with surprise.

"Grandpa, this is Commander Wang's home!" Zheng Shengli couldn't help but whispered.

"Yes! Commander Wang is Wang Tieshan. You two go and knock on the door to see if Commander Wang is at home?" Commander Chen urged.

Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan looked at each other, swallowed nervously, but still plucked up the courage to knock on the door.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman walked out of the door. When she saw an old man and two children standing outside the door, she immediately showed joy on her face: "Old leader, why are you here?"

"These two kids want to see our Commander Wang. Is Wang Tie home?"

"At home, at home, old leader, please come in." Then the woman immediately shouted loudly: "Wang Tie, Commander Chen is here, come out to greet him quickly."

When Wang Tie heard the shout, he immediately ran out of the house and saw Commander Chen. He called out cordially, "Old leader, why are you here? Why didn't you notify me in advance so that I could come and greet you in person? Come on, sit down and talk!"

"I'm not here to see you. These two kids are here to see you." Commander Chen pointed at Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan beside him.

Seeing this, Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan immediately gave Wang Tie a standard military salute and shouted loudly: "Hello, Chief!"

"The two kids are very energetic. What do you want to talk to me about?" Wang Tie asked with a smile.

Zheng Shengli put aside his fear and replied, "We heard that your Eight Blades of Broken Blades is very powerful and we admire you very much, so this grandfather brought us here."

Wang Tie laughed loudly: "You two are right. If I rank second to none in the army, no one dares to claim first place in my swordsmanship. Countless Japanese soldiers have died under my sword, and I have even killed quite a few American soldiers."

"Cough, cough." Commander Chen pretended to cough twice.

Wang Tie quickly changed the subject upon hearing this: "Of course, compared to you, my old leader, I am definitely a little bit inferior."

Commander Chen nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Wang Tie breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan.

Seeing the two people's faces full of excitement and admiration, he couldn't help but feel happy, and asked again: "How did you two know that I am particularly powerful in using the Eight Blades of Broken Edges?"

"It was Jiang Defu's son who told them!"

Wang Tie's eyes widened in surprise: "Old Jiang! Are they coming to our military region? How come I didn't know!"

Commander Chen shook his head and said, "No, but Jiang Defu's son drew a comic book in which you were portrayed as very powerful, even more powerful than Dian Wei and Xu Chu."

Wang Tie smiled happily when he heard this: "Haha, really? Old Jiang knows my abilities so well!"

"You definitely don't know you're so shameless!"

Wang Tie laughed out loud. "Did you two kids bring the comic books? Let me see what you have drawn of me."

Zheng Shengli handed the comic book to Wang Tie.

Wang Tie took the comic book and began to read it. The more he read, the more surprised he was. He liked it more and more. Only after reading the comic book did he realize how amazing he was.

"Leader, this painting is quite realistic, especially the final duel with the Japanese captain, it is so vivid!"

"Uncle Wang, is it true? You used your last trick of teleportation to chop off the Japanese soldier's head with one knife?" Jin Zhiyuan looked excited.

"Of course it's true."

Then Wang Tie began to point at the pictures in the comic strip and explain bit by bit, explaining why he had to make that posture for his last move and how he lured the enemy deeper, as if the story of the comic strip had been implanted in his memory.

The two men looked at Wang Tie with admiration, their eyes gleaming with excitement: "Uncle Wang, can you rehearse it for us? Let us see it for ourselves." They looked at Wang Tie expectantly, hoping to witness this hero with their own eyes.

"What's the big deal? I'll go get the knife right away." After saying that, Wang Tie went into the house to get his big knife.

Then he led the two men and Commander Chen to the yard, where Wang Tie stood with a big knife in his hand.

The long sword in his hand flashed coldly in the sunlight, like a silver dragon about to be unsheathed, ready to go.

With his low roar, the drill officially began. He suddenly jumped up like a tiger descending from a mountain, and the blade instantly cut through the air, leaving behind dazzling trails. Every move was full of power and speed.

His sword skills are sometimes as fast as lightning, with the sword light weaving like a weave, making people dazzled; sometimes they are as steady as a mountain, with the sword force being heavy, revealing an unshakable momentum.

As the drill progressed, a bloody aura gradually emanated from him. It was like an invisible blade, cutting through the surrounding air, making Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan shudder.

When the drill was over, he slowly sheathed his sword, but his aura did not diminish. On the contrary, his eyes became even more profound.

"Old leader, my two moves are okay, right?" Wang Tie looked at Commander Chen with a smile.

"It's OK! It's OK, but it's far from what it was when I was young."

Wang Tie smiled and did not refute. He looked at Zheng Shengli and Jin Zhiyuan and said, "How are they? They are not worse than those in the comic books, right?"

"Uncle Wang, the momentum is indeed amazing, and the swordsmanship is also very brave, but it doesn't have the same sense of pleasure as killing the devils in the painting, nor the tension and excitement of the duel with the devil captain."

"You're welcome, what's the matter? Isn't my knife skills powerful?"

“It’s amazing, but not as amazing as in the painting!”

Jin Zhiyuan thought for a moment and said, "I think it's because we lack an opponent."

"Haha, it's true that there's one less opponent. A master is lonely! There's no place to kill the devils now! And your uncle Wang is also old, and my swordsmanship is indeed not as good as it used to be."

"Uncle Wang, when can we train to be as good as you!"

Wang Tie laughed loudly. "I learned all this from the battlefield. The most important thing about this sword technique is momentum. You should practice it for ten or eight years first!"

After Wang Tie sent the three people away, he walked into the house excitedly and called Jiang Defu.