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I was not surprised by my father's remarks, and indeed the doors on the first floor were arranged in such a way that it was not only convenient for guests passing through the street, but also on the official road behind the village. In addition, all the rooms on the first floor are quite large, and they can be used to store tables, chairs and benches, as well as for storing goods. Because my grandmother also told me that most of the people who stayed here were merchants, and the first floor was not inhabited, so it made perfect sense from common sense!

"Other people's doors are made for fear that someone will see what's going on in the room, but ours is like we're afraid that others won't be able to see what's going on in the room!" I finally turned the conversation on, but continued to sweep the floor with my head down, pretending to be very casual.

In fact, the corner of my eye was still looking at my father.

I saw my father suddenly stunned for a moment, frowned at me, and said, "Don't say it, I don't think it's a little strange when you mention it!" Judging from my father's expression, I don't think he is pretending, but he really didn't pay attention to these things, and it is likely that he doesn't know the specific reason for this.

I was afraid of arousing my father's suspicions, and I guessed that my father should not know the details and reasons for this incident. Therefore, I immediately diverted the topic: "Dad, I heard that grandpa was very powerful and lucky when he was young, so many of his colleagues died back then, but he escaped dozens of times!"

"That's what your grandmother told you, right?!" my father gave me a blank look and stopped moving.

I straightened up, stopped, and nodded.

The father suddenly sighed, the expression on his face suddenly became solemn, and he said slowly: "He is not lucky, but he really hid by himself!"

Seeing this, I immediately heard that there was something else in my father's words, and hurriedly said, "Can he still dodge bullets?"

The father shook his head and said, "Don't think about it, that's actually a special ability of his!"

I was taken aback and said, "Grandpa still has special functions?"

The father sighed again and said, "Originally, I didn't plan to tell you about this, but now that his old man has passed away, and you are his eldest grandson, I think even telling you is not against his last wishes!"

As soon as my father's words came out, I was overjoyed, it seems that grandpa really has a secret!

After a pause, my father continued: "I didn't know about your grandfather's ability at first. You know, when I was younger, I was a bit unprofessional, and your grandmother was so upset about it, and I was scolded for it!"

I secretly laughed in my heart, and said in my heart, I have heard my grandmother say n times about your old man, and now you are finally willing to reflect on yourself!

I heard my grandmother say that my father was indeed a little unprofessional when he was young, and he could even be said to be a little idle, and he refused to start a family until he was in his thirties. The grandmother had no choice, wondering if it would be better if her father had become a family. So, under the coercion of his grandmother, his father finally got married, but unfortunately, this move had no effect on his father, and after his mother got married, the two often quarreled about it.

At that time, the reason why my father was so dissolute was because when he was young, he secretly worshipped a man who walked the rivers and lakes as a teacher, this person's nickname was He Cripple, and his real name is unknown.

This person does have some skills, and he taught his father a lot of tricks to mix up rice and eat, which are all strange things. Because these things were really useful, such as curing diseases, and they seemed very miraculous at the time. Therefore, this person is considered to be a strange man in the rivers and lakes, and several nearby counties do not know his name. I don't know exactly how much he taught my father, and my father didn't want to say more, after all, it was a ridiculous thing he did when he was younger. In general, this He lame man taught his father two major skills: one is to cure diseases and save people, and the other is to fight.

After I became sensible, I also listened to the people around me talk about some of my father's past, and indeed, he has also helped a lot of people, so it should be true. Later, when I grew up, my father would always laugh and not answer when I often asked about it.

According to family members and outsiders, I once asked my father why he couldn't even support his family when he was able to help others.

My father's reply was: This is the precept of the grandfather, helping others is to do good deeds, you can only feed yourself, if you accept the reward, the spell will be lost, that is to say, it will not work! I think it is funny, I think this is fooling people.

After grinding and asking my father about some of the cases I had heard, he finally told him some of the answers, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, because he himself knew that many things can be explained by science, but in fact, those methods are achieved through scientific principles and other things, so of course there will be an effect.

As for the tricks of the gods, they are just a trick to hide people's ears and eyes and make outsiders look mysterious.

When I figured it out, I was a little ridiculous and said, "If you are helping others to do good deeds, then why does your grandmother always think that you are not doing your job properly and are idle?" My father smiled bitterly and said that it was because my grandmother thought that those things were crooked, so she said that.

As for the ability to fight, I didn't hear my father talk about it himself, but I remember that the uncles in the village all said that when my father was young, seven or eight people couldn't get close to him. Although these things are obtained from other people's mouths, they cannot be verified.

But for as long as I can remember, I have followed my father to many places, and found that he knew quite a lot of people, and even many places in the surrounding counties and cities, and those people were very respectful to him. But most of them are grateful, and only a few are in awe, so I believe that my father did have some stories when he was young.

Moreover, our old Qi family also has a set of ancestral stick methods, which have been passed down from generation to generation, although I have also practiced, but I always feel that it is useless.

"The reason why I didn't go out anymore was because of your grandfather!" Father suddenly became serious again.

It turned out that after his father and mother got married, his grandmother saw that he still refused to take his heart, and there were signs of intensification, so she called his grandfather, who was working in Changsha at that time, back.

Grandfather also knew about his father's situation, because he was away from home all the year round, and he didn't expect his father to be so crazy, so he never really cared. When he came back, he heard that his grandmother was serious, so he talked to his father for a long time.

"Actually, your grandfather only did one thing at that time, and since then I've been completely relieved!" said his father, and he began to lose his mind.

His grandfather called him into his room and closed the door.

Then he did something that made his father stunned:

He picked up a kitchen knife on the table, apparently prepared by his grandfather in advance, and motioned for his father to look closely, and then slashed at his left hand.

Seeing this, my father was taken aback and wanted to stop him, but my grandfather moved so fast that it was too late.

My father thought that he would see a terrible scene, but when he heard a jingle sound, the kitchen knife was still about ten centimeters away from his grandfather's left hand, as if it had slashed an invisible piece of metal, sparks splashed everywhere, and at the same time, his grandfather's knife was also taken off!

My father was stunned and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Then the grandfather picked up the knife from the ground and handed it to his father, who was still in a daze. It wasn't until this moment that my father came back to his senses, took the knife and looked at it, and couldn't help but gasp: it was a good kitchen knife, but at this moment its blade was actually full of gaps, and the blade was rolled up in many places!

Then, the grandfather motioned to his father to try to cut him too, where did the father dare to make a mistake, under the repeated urging of the grandfather, the father took the knife and swung it at the grandfather, his movement looked very much like the appearance of cutting the grandfather, but he grasped it well, the force was actually very small, and he also planned to stop the movement when he approached the grandfather's arm.

Just as the knife was about to approach his grandfather's arm, he suddenly felt a surge of air in the air, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he couldn't feel it, and then there was a soft sound, and the knife in his hand seemed to have touched something, and he shook slightly, this feeling was very obvious!

Seeing this, my grandfather sighed lightly and said, "Do you still think that you are very good now? This is also the reason why I was able to survive on the battlefield!" My father had no other thoughts than fear at that time.

It took a long time for my father to come back to his senses. At first, he thought that his grandfather had used some kind of trick, but after his own experiment, he obviously felt that it was not a trick, and his grandfather said that this was the reason why he survived on the battlefield, so he completely believed it, and at the same time was stunned!

Seeing that the desired effect was achieved, the grandfather told his father that this was the secret of the family surnamed Qi, and only the direct blood relatives of the family could inherit it, and his father was not the heir, so he only demonstrated it to him once.

As for who the real heir was, his grandfather told his father not to ask too much, and he wouldn't tell him. Just say that this secret ends here, let him regain his heart as soon as possible and be a good husband and a good father, and warn him not to publicize this matter, otherwise it will bring disaster to the family!

How dare my father say half a word more at this moment, and he agreed again and again, and he didn't dare to make another time from now on, and obediently stayed at home honestly according to his grandfather's instructions, and began to be the head of the family in peace!

After listening to my father, I couldn't help but be a little surprised, but it was not good to directly say that my father was exaggerating, so I had to say: "Dad, grandpa is really so powerful?"

When my father saw that I was a little suspicious, he glared at me: "I saw it with my own eyes, is it still false?"

"Aren't you going to do a lot of tricks, can't you guarantee that grandpa won't?!" I laughed.

"Originally, I didn't believe it, but his old man took out everything he did on the battlefield, and I can't let me not believe it!" The father sighed, his expression a little gloomy, "In that situation on the battlefield, a few times of luck can still make sense, it can be said to be a coincidence, but if it is like this every time, it will not be so simple!"