The sky is getting brighter, and when the sun is about to rise, the entire Contantine family has already gotten up and been busy, and after a night in the fireplace, there is a thick layer of ashes left, Meni is busy taking the other maids to prepare the breakfast of Sir Dwee, Lady Anna and the other servants, and the task of cleaning up the ashes of the fireplace is handed over to Leng Junling!

This kind of relaxed guy is just right for Leng Junling, a small bean dice, to put the thick ashes that are still with a hint of heat into the dustpan, because the business is not skilled Leng Junling made the ashes all over his face, from a distance it is simply a little flower cat, accidentally choked by the ashes and coughed, Leng Junling got up to dodge, but his eyes were inadvertently attracted by a knight's heavy sword hanging on the shelf in the living room with a cold light!

The simple and delicate vine pattern is wrapped around the hilt of the cross sword, and the wide sword body shines with a sharp cold light, and it is quietly placed on the shelf with a thick sense of history!

There is no doubt that this is not a work of art, but a lethal weapon, and it cannot be stripped of by shelving it!

"Do you like it?"

Someone behind him suddenly said, as soon as Leng Junling turned around, he found Sir Duowei standing behind him! The brown-red golden velvet pajamas were loosely tied around his body, and his feet were stepping on fluffy soft-soled slippers, and the nearly fifty-year-old Duo Jue was standing there with a kind smile and his hands behind his back, and his high beer belly made him look like a fluffy kangaroo at a glance!

Leng Junling blinked his big blue eyes, and nodded when he saw that Sir Duowei didn't look unhappy!

"This is the weapon I used to be when I was young, and my father gave it to me during the coming-of-age ceremony!" Sir Dwee looked at the great sword, his eyes full of affection, as if he was looking not at a weapon but at his beloved lover, and his tone was more of a reminiscence!

"But that's all in the past, and now I can't hold such a heavy sword!" he winked mischievously at Leng Junling, and patted his round belly with his hand, this funny appearance made Leng Junling laugh all of a sudden!

"What does the word on it mean?" Seeing the flower-style words on the hilt of the sword, Leng Junling asked!

"Resist, rebel, until the sheep become lions!" Sir Dwee's tone suddenly became serious, "Do you know what that means?"

Leng Junling shook his head!

"Oh, my child, one day you'll understand!" Sir Dwee laughed, reached out to wipe the ashes off Leng Junling's face, and patted her head again!

"But I want to know now!" Leng Junling didn't give up, he looked up at Sir Duowei seriously, his eyes flashing with a bright light!

"You know, there are some things that you need to grow up to understand!" Sir Dwee squatted down lightly, holding Leng Junling's shoulder with his hand and staring at the bright eyes of the child in front of him!

Leng Junling laughed lightly, she is not a real child, this sentence sounds allusional but it is not difficult to understand, and at this time she is also very happy in her heart, because she seems to have found a way to go in the future!

So Leng Junling looked at Sir Duowei seriously: "Can I touch it?"

"Of course you can!" Sir Dowey blinked, got up and took the heavy sword off the shelf, and then half-squatted down and handed it to Leng Junling, Leng Junling reached out and gently stroked the cold sword body!

The cold sword body made Leng Junling's heart hot, Nivea wants to change her fate and no longer be bullied, maybe being a swordsman is a good choice!

In the 15th century, England did not have the appearance of hot weapons, and swordsmanship was still the most mainstream way of attack, although there were no female swordsmen, but Leng Junling did not intend to give up this idea!

Maybe it was the desire for this heavy sword in Leng Junling's eyes that attracted Sir Duowei, Leng Junling reluctantly withdrew his hand, but Sir Duowei handed the sword forward, needless to say, the meaning was already obvious!

Leng Junling's heart was overjoyed, and she immediately stretched out her hand to hold the hilt of the sword, but unfortunately her body was too small at this time, the heavy sword stood up and was actually the same as Leng Junling's height, the terrifying weight almost bent her back, Leng Junling stood firm and struggled to hold on to the hilt of the sword!

Amused by the funny appearance of the little bean in front of him, Sir Duowei finally took back the giant sword before Leng Junling was exhausted!

"Honey, like I said, you're too young for you!" Sir Dwee shook his head and said seriously!

"I'll grow up, I'll be as strong as my brother, and I'll definitely be able to pick it up when the time comes!" Leng Junling was frustrated for a while, and he was even more disgusted with his current body, but he still refused to bow his head in the face of Sir Duowei's denial!

"Stubborn little ghost!" Sir Dowee pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment before getting up, walked to the tall bookshelf in the room, opened the top wooden box and pulled out a wooden sword and handed it to Leng Junling!

"Try this!"

Leng Junling stretched out his hand to take it, but it sank suddenly, and he didn't know what kind of wood this wooden sword was, it seemed to be an ordinary hand but it was extremely heavy, but compared to the terrifying weight of that cross heavy sword, it was much lighter!

One hand definitely can't support the weight of the wooden sword, holding Leng Junling with both hands is to make a few chopping movements, at this time Xiao Douding is brandishing the wooden sword seriously, how funny and cute this scene is, it immediately made Sir Duowei laugh!

However, after a few breaths, seeing Leng Junling's steady feet, Sir Duowei was a little surprised, ordinary children have never been exposed to weapons, and it is normal for the center of gravity to be unstable just when he gets it, but at this time, Leng Junling can instinctively adjust the center of gravity around his body, so that Sir Duowei is eyes are bright!

"Hey, little one, do you want to learn swordsmanship?" Sir Duowei's tone became cheerful, the beard on his face curled up one after another, and his generous and warm palms rubbed Leng Junling's head, and his eyes were full of hope!

"Want" The voice was crisp and loud, and Leng Junling immediately returned, without the usual dullness and softness!

"Oh, it looks like we have something to do in the winter!" Sir Duowei looked at Leng Junling with his hands on his hips, and hung the wooden sword on Leng Junling's belt with great satisfaction!

At this time, breakfast was ready, Aunt Meni asked Leng Junling to help, Leng Junling ran towards the kitchen with his precious wooden sword, and Sir Duowei picked up his home-brewed barley wine and poured a big sip!

"Father, you shouldn't drink in the morning!" said Lady Anna, who came over and snatched the bottle from Sir Dwee's hand, with a serious face and obvious displeasure!

"My child, I am so happy, I am worthy of Heinesin's daughter, and our little girl is still a little lion!"

"Father, she's only a five-year-old now, isn't it too early to practice swordsmanship!" Lady Anna frowned, thinking about the child's thin and small body, and disagreed with Sir Dowe's approach!

"No, Anna, I've already started practicing swordsmanship at her age, there is no weakness in the Norette family, she will be an existence beyond her father!" Thinking of his old friend, Sir Dowe's eyes were full of anticipation!

Let me see the Nolet family rise again, my little lion!