"Gao, this is the bamboo sword, you can pick one yourself!"

Wang Li glanced at Yinggao with pity, and admonished him with some unease, and said: "Gao, grandfather can't rub sand in his eyes, and he can't split the sword five hundred times, not once!" ”

"Don't be cheating or your grandfather will be angry......"

"Thank you for telling my brother, Yinggao will not do such a short-sighted thing!" There was a trace of gratitude in the depths of Yinggao's eyes, and he knew that Wang Li was for his good.

However, Yinggao is a mature person, so he naturally knows that in this palace, for Wang Qian, there is no secret at all.

500 sword splits may not be a test!

Moreover, Yinggao knows a truth, only by suffering hardship can he become a master.

If he can't endure hardship, not only will his body be damaged forever, but he will also disappoint King Qin and the Wang family.

Therefore, even if he dies of exhaustion here today, he must chop down these five hundred swords.

As soon as he thought of this, Yinggao took out a handful of bamboo swords, came to the poplar tree in front, took aim, and slashed down with a sword.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, a huge force struck, Yinggao Hu's mouth hurt, and for a while, the sword and bamboo sword were a little unable to hold it, and he almost got out of his hand.

"Hoo ......"

After adjusting his breathing, Yinggao's hands tightened a few times, and once again aimed and split......

And so on!

……

"The head of the family, the king sent a palace maid to serve the third prince ......" The old man walked into the study and reported to Wang Jian with a solemn expression.

"Send people back, and also bring a word to the king, there are maids in my palace......"

"No!"

……

Wang Jian knows that if you want to temper a person, you must work your muscles and bones and cultivate them from an early age.

Today's Yinggao is six and a half years old, and he must be strictly polished, although he will not accept Yinggao, but Wang Jian will not be stingy.

As long as it is possible, he also wants to help Daqin and create a powerful son, as for the future, he can't think of it at this moment, and he doesn't want to think about it.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Jian put down the bamboo slip in his hand, turned around and walked out, standing on top of a hidden attic, Wang Jian looked at the two sweaty teenagers in the backyard, and the corners of his mouth rose.

Wang Jian has cultivated Wang Li since he was a child, and he knows that Wang Li is only a medium talent, and if he wants to reach the peak, unless there is a big opportunity.

And there is such a thing as opportunity, which is hard to find, even if he can't start.

He doesn't know much about Yinggao, and he doesn't know Yinggao's qualifications, but Wang Jian knows that this requires long-term observation and Yinggao's efforts.

Looking at Yinggao, who was swaying and still splitting his sword, Wang Jian instructed the old man and said, "Prepare the medicinal materials sent by the royal family and give them to Wang Ben." ”

"Then let Yinggao practice his sword and go to the medicinal bath, as for Xiaoli, the old man will come by himself!"

"No!"

Slashing the sword 500 times at once, this is not only a test of will for a six-and-a-half-year-old child, but also a great load on the body.

If it is not properly recuperated, it will inevitably be abolished!

And Yinggao can not be practiced, but he must not be practiced, otherwise, he will not be able to explain to King Qin at all.

……

On the martial arts refining field, Yinggao's forehead was full of sweat, and he had already slashed four hundred and ninety-five times.

The bamboo sword was also split six times, and at this moment he was holding the seventh bamboo sword tightly, his arms trembled, his legs were weak, and his whole person's breathing was short.

He's at his limit!

"Kill ——!"

A sword slashed out, the bamboo sword fell to the ground, Yinggao's legs fell to the ground with a weak knee, his cheeks were red, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The whole person is like being in a steamer, and the occasional breeze blows, and he doesn't feel a trace of coolness.

Each blow is a blow infused with all the spirit of Yinggao, the spirit is highly concentrated, and the power is extremely controlled, which makes Yinggao physically and mentally exhausted.

At this time, Wang Li had already completed the task assigned by Wang Qian, and now he was by Yinggao's side, ignoring Yinggao's longing eyes, and said.

"Gao, stand up, stand up, you are the heir of the old Qin people, stand up and ......"

Wang Li kept tempting on the side, and when the three of Lao Qin appeared, Yinggao's body seemed to be injected with a force all of a sudden, and he struggled to get up.

"High, split the sword, quickly split the sword, as long as the four swords, today's suffering will be over......"

Holding the bamboo sword, Yinggao struggled to walk forward, and when he was about a distance, a round sword slashed out.

"Plop ——!"

A sword was slashed out, and Yinggao continued to fall, and at this time, Yinggao's swollen tiger mouth was no longer able to hold the sword.

"Huhuhu......"

Continuous rapid breathing, Yinggao's eyes flashed with madness, and he muttered to himself, "I am the son of King Qin, the son of Great Qin, kill ——! ”

Holding the sword with difficulty, Yinggao rushed like crazy and slashed out with a sword.

"Kill ——!"

When Yinggao slashed out the 499th sword, Wang Qian's face on the attic changed slightly, and there was a trace of emotion in the depths of his eyes.

Yinggao's madness and resilience are far above the six-and-a-half-year-old Wang Li, and Yinggao is determined to never give up until he reaches five hundred swords.

Under the thought, Wang Jian had a trace of expectation for this unknown third son.

"For the sake of Daqin, I will kill, kill ......"

Yinggao roared angrily, and the long sword slashed out, only this time, it was slashed without any accident.

Seeing Yinggao fainting, Wang Li dragged Yinggao over and handed it to his father Wang Ben, Wang Ben glanced at Wang Li, and advised, "Go to your grandfather, and give it to your father here!" ”

"No!"

Wang Li knew that after every day's training, he had to take a medicinal bath, otherwise, he would not be able to leave the bed the next day, and he could only raise it slowly.

This is the reason why the poor are rich and martial!

If you want to polish your muscles and bones, you need to have a unique secret recipe, and you also need to have a unique supply of massive medicinal materials.

This is also every generation of military and martial arts families, and there are only a few one or two people who are amazing.

"Take off the clothes of the third prince and put them in——!" Wang Ben commanded, told the family, and said, "Take care of the third prince at any time, and there must be no mistakes——! ”

"No!"

Wang Ben was also a busy man, it was impossible to keep Yinggao all the time, and after preparing the medicinal bath, he left the room.

He came to Wang Qian's study, bowed solemnly to Wang Qian, then got up and said, "Father, these three sons have good toughness, if they can make up for the foundation, they may not be a good general!" ”

"Li'er is just a middle-class asset, I'm afraid I can't inherit the mantle of you and me!"

Hearing this, Wang Qian's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice to Wang Ben, "Now that the King of Qin is in power, the king has not established the queen, and the third prince ......is early and wise."

"Growing up in the royal family, that position is the deadliest temptation, and you know the king's intentions ......"