Grandma laid out seven copper coins on the counter in the shape of a plum blossom.  

Granddad swaggered back and forth beyond the counter, then spun around, drew his pistol,

and began firing-pow pow, pow pow, pow pow pow-seven rapid shots. The coins flew up 

against the wall; three bullets fell to the floor, the other four were stuck in the wall. Grandma 

and Granddad walked up to the counter, where they held up the lantern and saw there wasn't 

a mark on the surface. He had perfected his "seven-plum-blossom skill."


This is getting interesting, our hero has mastered a deathly skill; I simply cannot put the book

down now. Let me read on and I am sure you readers will also like to know what follows.