It was a sunny morning. As always, Wang Sheng went to the martial arts training ground every morning after getting up, and the person who trained him every day was Wang Yong, the head servant of the Wang family.

In fact, the daily morning training is also a personal improvement and test of the physical fitness of the servants carried out by the chief servant, because although they are servants, they protect the safety of the Wang family like a small army.

In addition to the daily cleaning work, this army of servants has been active in the training grounds.

The other chores of the house, such as cooks, maids, florists, blacksmiths, and tailors, were arranged by the housekeepers.

The housekeeper presides over all the affairs of the mansion and is the most trusted person of the Wang family. The chief servant can only barely be regarded as a deputy butler, mainly assisting the butler in some other daily tasks, such as preparing horses for travel, guarding the door, etc.

The housekeeper's name is Wang Youcai, although he has been entangled in mundane affairs all these years, everyone in the palace knows that he is very strong, as for how strong he is, only Wang Yong may know.

Because Wang Yong is always very careful in front of him, so careful that he may feel that as long as he is not careful, he will be beaten up.

He will not forget the time when the housekeeper first recruited him to work in the house. Wang Yong, who has just entered the mansion, is a samurai who can rejuvenate the golden pill, and as a samurai, he naturally has the pride of a samurai.

However, as soon as he entered the house, he was only arranged by the housekeeper to be a groom who cleaned the horse pen and fed the horses.

Is it tolerable or intolerable? So he cried out to the butler's door. Why is he yelling, probably because he thinks that if the movement is too small, there will not be too many people to look at the excitement, and he will not be able to earn enough face for him, so he shouted all the way.

He pointed a finger at the nose of the housekeeper Wang Youcai, and then the golden pill Zhongyuan power burst out, with him as the center, the surrounding grass and trees seemed to be swept by the wind, and his body also had a faint golden light to protect his body.

Golden light protects the body, this is the symbol of the warrior who has entered the realm of Jindan. The servants who rushed over after hearing the news looked surprised and envious, but there were also some people who were also in the Jindan Realm who did not show too much turmoil, but had a little sympathy.

Wang Yong looked at the many servants around him with envy on their faces, and he was very satisfied. However, before he could perform next, he saw an even thicker golden light rush in front of his eyes, it was a fist, a fist the size of a sandbag wrapped in golden light.

Then his eyes darkened, and he only felt as if he had flown upside down, maybe he had hit something, maybe he had knocked down a lot of people, many newcomers who had entered the palace with him behind him, maybe he had knocked down a wall, or maybe a tree.

Anyway, with his golden light body, even if he hits a stone, he won't hurt much.

It's a pity that he didn't see clearly where and how that punch came from. Vaguely, he seemed to hear that the butler seemed to have ordered someone to throw him back into the stable.

When he woke up, he was just lying quietly behind the horse's ass as he had just been thrown back, staring at the horse's ass blankly, he was thinking about things, he was thinking about things very seriously, although he didn't know what he was thinking, but he stared at the horse's ass and could see that he was very attentive, which was clearly thinking about things and thinking about things very devotedly.

Then he suddenly stood up, hugged the horse's buttocks, kissed it a few times, and slapped it a few more times. Eventually, he honestly began to clean the stable.

I cleaned the horse ring honestly for a few years, and during this period, I accompanied the butler out a few times as a groom, listened to the steward's teachings a few times, and won a few ring matches between the samurai in the morning exercise hosted by the steward.

Finally, in the last few years, after he gathered three golden pills and became a martial artist, he successfully became the chief servant of the servants, and sat in the position of the chief servant he wanted to be when he first entered the mansion.

And Wang Youcai, the former butler and chief servant, finally has a little less triviality, a little more leisure, and a little more freedom.

Wang Sheng listened to the commander's orders on the martial arts training ground, and did all kinds of stretching and warming up movements. Running every morning followed by a warm-up stretch symbolizes the beginning of each morning training session.

The content of the morning training is not the same, sometimes it is the training of basic body moves, sometimes it is the training of dancing swords and swords, sometimes it is the training of martial arts and techniques, and sometimes it is to comprehend the vitality elements between heaven and earth, and occasionally it will fight in the ring to divide the high and low.

In short, all the training seems to be determined by the mood of the chief servant, but in fact, the training is based on the principle of prioritizing the strong and weak, and the effect is still very good.

After training, they will discuss with each other or be explained by the chief servant about the characteristics and methods of each profession, although the Yanyang Continent is mainly based on martial arts, but this does not prevent the opponent you meet from being a mage or something else, so it is necessary to learn from each other.

After the morning training, Wang Sheng lazily lay on the grass of the training ground and watched the sky, Wang Sheng trained with the servants every day seemed to be very ordinary, and the knowledge he learned was also very ordinary, and it seemed that he himself was not hard.

But it's not that he doesn't want to learn, but his father told him since he was a child: "If you don't show your ancestral spirit, you can't learn ancestral arts, so remember not to be greedy for advancement, everything outside of ancestral arts is dross." "Therefore, Wang Sheng has only practiced the body method over the years, not the vitality.

And about the ancestral qi, Wang Sheng also asked, when will the ancestral qi be revealed. His father's answer was: six years old as early as the age and ten years old as the latest, but eight years old is usually the most normal.

So he was waiting, and after the ancestral qi appeared, he wanted to learn the ancestral art of their royal family. It is precisely because of this that Wang Sheng's childhood was very idle, and other people's children were eager to absorb and refine the vitality of heaven and earth from the beginning of their mother's womb, and they all wished to come out with vitality when they were born.

And Wang Sheng reads books when he has nothing to do. Because he is very capable of learning, he not only understands a lot of truths and knows more things than others, but he also has a lot of time to study other things, such as symbols.

He is very interested in the profession of a talisman, because the principle of the talisman is very similar to the tattoo in his previous life.

Painting with Warcraft bile, integrating the attribute power of Warcraft into the painting, and then depicting the painting on the medium, then people can adjust the power in the animation.

But the downside is that this power is not permanent, it can be used once, or it can be used twice, depending on the power you inspire.

But no matter how many times you use it, after you use it, it will no longer be there, and the tattoo will become dull until it disappears, unless a charmer has another tattoo on your side.

So this method is really cumbersome, but you have to be careful of people with tattoos.

The experience of his previous life taught him that when you meet someone with a tattoo on their body, you had better walk around. And this life also confirms how true this sentence is.

Occasionally, when he got tired of studying the talismans, he would often go around and pat the buttocks of the ladies or maids, and he was very comfortable.

His eldest brother Wang Neng showed his ancestral spirit when he was eight years old, and then went to Chaoyang Academy in Chaoyang City to study. And he is eight years old this year, and his father means that when he is eight years old, he will also be the age when he should be sent to the academy.

Wang Sheng is looking forward to this. Since his eldest brother left, no one in the Wang family has played with him. He likes to play with Wang Neng very much, and Wang Neng always lets him.

For example, in the past, the two of them often went together to peek at the fat cook in the kitchen taking a bath. He would step on Wang Neng's shoulders to climb the wall, and when it was his eldest brother's turn to climb the wall, he would often throw stones into other people's baths, and then he quickly ran to the point where he didn't know where, leaving only Wang Neng, who had just climbed the wall and was still at a loss.

There are many more things like this, although he has been quite bored in the two years since his eldest brother left. But he was not idle.

He remembered the king blacksmith at this time, yes, let's go to the king blacksmith and have a look. Wang Sheng loves knives, and he has played a lot of knives in the martial arts training field over the years.

In the past, although playing with knives was not considered a blind play, it was not a grade compared to now. Now there is an authentic martial artist who teaches him to play with swords.

What is the eight-door golden lock knife, the sun and moon Qiankun knife, the double knife eighteen rolls, the Taiji plum blossom knife;

"See with one hand, see with both hands"; what are the eight foundations of sweeping, splitting, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, chopping, and sudden.

Although he is very familiar with the game, there is always a kind of unfamiliarity in the familiarity, or he is not used to it. Because his knife should be his knife, and no matter how good the knife of the predecessor is, it is also the knife of the predecessor, no matter how wonderful the knife technique is, it is also the knife technique of others, but it is not necessarily suitable for himself.

So when Wang Sheng was six years old, after Wang Neng left, he often went to the king blacksmith in the palace to fight knives.

The king blacksmith in the palace is the king blacksmith in the palace, and he is not the king blacksmith in Chaoyang City. The blacksmith's main job is to put a doorknob on a door, or to put a pedal on the horse in the stable, or to nail a horseshoe, or to put a piece of iron sheet on a carriage.

Of course, he would occasionally polish the weapons on the training ground. Today, Wang Sheng came to try the knife again.

And in the past two years, he finally came up with a knife, or tried to find one he liked.

At this time, Wang Sheng was only five feet tall, so the knife he created was naturally a miniature version of the knife, and his knife was made in imitation of the Mo knife and horizontal knife in his previous life.

The handle is very long, because it will not only save more effort, but also exert more strength, and the blade is also long, because he is making a knife, and the knife should use its strength on the edge.

He wasn't building a gun, or a Blue Dragon Glaive machete, so he didn't need to build a stick to make the hilt.

At this time, Wang Sheng came to the king blacksmith, and as soon as he came, the king blacksmith knew why he came. At this time, the two of them were staring at the knife on the table with wide eyes.

The knife is four feet three feet long, when standing on the ground, it is only slightly shorter than the five-foot tall Wang Sheng, the handle of the knife is two feet long, the blade is two feet long, the whole body is straight, especially the back side of the knife, and the handle is straight in a line, only the blade is slightly bent, and at the end of the blade sharply descends to the back of the knife.

If it weren't for the fact that it was a single-edged sword, it might have been thought to be a double-edged sword.

Wang Sheng pressed on the handle of the knife with one hand, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Young master, do you want to try again?" The king blacksmith said a little sneeringly. Why did he look so blank?

Because he has become accustomed to this woodenness, yes, to be accustomed to. An amateur blacksmith like him, it's okay for you to let him drink some tea every day to pass the time, but he was stunned that Wang Sheng asked him to build such a peerless treasure knife, and it took two years to do it, and he didn't make it in the past two years.

In the past two years, because of the size of the length, width, and narrowness, the angle of the blade, and the ratio between the handle and the blade, he has changed and changed, changed and changed.

A very hospitable person, but he was ruined like this. Whenever he changed to a new look, he would say such a sentence to Wang Sheng in a wooden manner, and then Wang Sheng would dance a few times, and then talk to him about his experience and ideas for the next improvement.

This time, when he heard that the blacksmith asked him to try again, he naturally thought the same way. Although Wang Sheng was apprehensive at this time, he was also a little excited, although this excitement has decreased little by little in the past two years, but excitement is excitement, even if it is just a little.

He immediately walked to the open space in front of the iron shop, holding the knife with both hands, or sharpening, or splitting, or dialing, he integrated the Shaolin stick method of the previous life into his knife technique, pushing and pulling the handle of the knife like a dancing stick, picking, poking, teasing, hanging, collapsing, sweeping, picking, showing harmony in one move and one style, and he can even dance with both hands or exchange dancing flowers with left and right hands like a flower stick.

After a set of knife techniques, Wang Sheng's face did not show much fatigue, but he looked quite satisfied. It's like a knife in your hand, and you can have it all over the world.

He smiled and walked back to the king blacksmith, looking at the long knife in his hand, his heart was very happy, but he suddenly stopped again, and he began to think again.

It's such an expression, such an expression is too cheap, and it's too familiar, because every time I come, it will be like this, first the happiness and satisfaction after the dance, then the hesitation and thinking that is a little dissatisfied, and then the happiness and satisfaction after thinking about it.

The king blacksmith saw his expression in his eyes, and Mu Ne pursed his eyes with a little contempt, and then pursed his lips, thinking: "If you pout your ass, I will know how much shit you pulled."

However, this time it was different, Wang Sheng was not thinking about how to change the knife, and he was already very satisfied with the knife now.

He was thinking that although this knife was good, it also had flaws, and if it was a group fight, it would be overwhelmed, and it would be easy to be restrained, although it was in line with it

The concept of "one inch is long and one inch is strong", but it has lost its flexibility without slipping. It's fine if you're strong enough to stop the enemy from getting close, but what if the enemy happens to be an assassin who is good at melee assassination, and the enemy's dagger may have already hit your vital point while you're still drawing your sword.

So, how can he be at ease? Looking at this knife, he couldn't help but think of the short knives under his bed in his previous life.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, short knife! Yes, it was a short knife. A long knife with a short knife is a perfect match. Blacksmith Wang looked at Wang Sheng's expression of happiness again.

He had known that this would be the case, and he was waiting for Wang Sheng to say his ideas for improvement, but what he was waiting for was indeed a child's hug and thanks: "Old Wangtou, I have worked hard for you in the past two years, this knife is very good, I like it very much."

Hearing these words, Blacksmith Wang also reacted, his eyes were full of tears, and he said happily: "Yes, yes, if you like it, if you like it, if you like it, if you like it."

But the tears seemed to flow uncontrollably. Yes, after two years of hard work, Wang Sheng trained him from an amateur blacksmith to a professional blacksmith, can he not cry.

The more I cried, the more I wanted to cry, and while crying, I thought, "I finally got through, I'm too hard." Next, it didn't take long for the two of them to determine the appearance of the short knife, the scabbard, the ornamentation, the color, and so on.

The short knife does not need to spend too much time trying and polishing, and the long knife looks the same, the knife is two feet long is just convenient, and the ratio between the handle and the blade is adjusted to the original ratio of 2:2.3 to 1:2, because compared to the two-handed handle of the long knife, the one-handed handle of the short knife is extremely suitable for such a ratio.

A few days later, Wang Sheng retrieved two finished knives of different lengths from the blacksmith, the blade except for the blade, the scabbard and handle were all black, and both were engraved with rough lines, so as to prevent slippage and not reflect, and it was easier to hide in the dark.

The scabbard and handle of the knife seemed to be a whole, and from the outside, it looked like he was carrying a small black flat pole, and a small flat pole with half broken was tied to his waist.

Wang Sheng happily occasionally jumped on the way to the martial arts training ground, and while walking, he made two gestures, while practicing quickly drawing the knife, and at the same time still worrying about naming the knife.

At this time, the housekeeper Wang Youcai found him.

"Little master, the two grandfathers are waiting for you in the library building, let you go over immediately." Wang Sheng knew that he was likely to leave the Wang family, and his cultivation path was about to begin.