Wing Country Mansion

In the martial arts arena, Qin Huaiyu was holding a spear, and Qin Qiong was holding a sword in both hands, staring at each other intently.

"Smack!"

A drop of sweat dripped on the ground, Qin Huaiyu had no time to take care of it, Qin Qiong, as a generation of famous generals, the pressure on him was too great, although he was his father, even if he lost, he would not die, but the end of losing was just as miserable.

"Haha, Brother Huaiyu, the little brother has come to see you!" Merton's voice suddenly came from the side.

Qin Huaiyu subconsciously turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw the ill-intentioned evil smile of Morton next to him, he suddenly felt bad, and hurriedly turned around, only to see a whistling coming, and subconsciously raised the spear to a low gear, only to feel a strong coming, and his body involuntarily flew upside down, and fell heavily on the edge of the martial arts arena.

"It's still so much that I haven't grown, so I'll continue to practice today." Qin Qiong made a successful move, and looked coldly at Qin Huaiyu, who fell to the ground like a dead dog.

"Ahh Qin Huaiyu suddenly wailed, thinking about the pain of Jia Lian, he couldn't help but glared at Morton fiercely, if this guy hadn't made trouble, where would he have been so miserable.

"What? Still not convinced? To die on the battlefield, you just have a thousand reasons, and the enemy will listen to your explanation. Qin Qiong said.

"Yes, Father!" Qin Huaiyu was unconvinced.

Qin Qiong also looked helpless, if she didn't go to the battlefield to train, it was estimated that Qin Huaiyu would never understand this truth.

"Mo Xian's nephew smiled!" Qin Qiong looked at Merton and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Morton said: "Sweat more in peacetime, and shed less blood in wartime, Brother Huaiyu's hard training today will definitely be able to achieve something in the future." ”

"Sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime?" Qin Qiong's eyes lit up, and she savored this sentence carefully, although the words were straightforward, but they made a lot of sense.

"Huaiyu is just his three-legged cat kung fu, and it's still very early to go to the battlefield." Qin Qiong shook his head and sighed.

Merton laughed and said, "The little nephew has been dealing with blacksmiths lately, and every time the blacksmith comes out of the oven and has made iron, the blacksmiths will shake their heads and sigh, how good it would be if there was a furnace of steel. The blacksmiths all hated that iron could not be made of steel. But I know how iron can become steel without being tempered a lot! ”

"Hate iron doesn't make steel!" Qin Qiong thought thoughtfully, thinking in her heart, she might be really in a hurry.

Qin Huaiyu jumped up from the ground and said again and again: "Yes, yes, even the steel of a hundred refinements needs to be beaten little by little, father, you see that Merton is visiting, and you can rest today." ”

"Nephew Moxian, what do you say?" Qin Qiong stared at Merton playfully.

"Although it is said that the practice of martial arts requires training in winter and summer, the kid thinks that the combination of work and rest is also very necessary." Merton said without hesitation.

Qin Huaiyu couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, and quietly gave a thumbs up to Mo Dun, or Brother Mo was righteous.

"However, the little nephew came here today to bring Uncle Qin a set of secret recipes for Brother Huaiyu to become steel." Merton said mysteriously.

"The Mo family's steelmaking technique has spread all over Chang'an City, and I didn't expect that there is a secret technique to smelt people into steel!" Qin Qiong said with interest.

"You! ......" Qin Huaiyu couldn't help but stammer, Merton has done everything to lose his friends today, first harming his own fiasco, and now he is coming to pit himself.

"This is a legging sandbag, this is an arm sandbag, this is a sandbag vest, and this is a weight-carrying backpack ............." Merton took out one load-bearing device after another, ignored Qin Huaiyu's murderous gaze, and tied them to Qin Huaiyu's body one by one.

Poor Qin Huaiyu was under Qin Qiong's coercion, and once he didn't dare to resist, he let Merton get his hands on it.

Soon, Qin Huaiyu, who was dressed in a practice uniform, was already full of equipment, and the heavy sandbags were tied all over his body, which made him extremely uncomfortable. , I can't help but move my body.

"What is this?" Qin Qiong wondered.

"This is a weight-bearing training specially made by the little nephew for Brother Huaiyu." Merton explained.

"Weight training!" Qin Qiong looked at Qin Huaiyu's sandbags and nodded, it is indeed very vivid.

"Uncle Qin can think about it, if he usually wears such a heavy sandbag for training, he is still walking like flying, once he takes off the sandbag, how vigorous it will be." Merton briefly explained to Qin Qiong the benefits of weight training.

Qin Qiong's eyes suddenly lit up, if he persisted in this method, it would definitely increase a person's strength for a long time.

"If Huaiyu goes to the battlefield in the future to wear heavy armor, plus wear swords and guns of various weapons, the weight is not light, if you encounter a rapid march, it is even more suffering, with these heavy training, I believe these are not a problem, when the rapid march, dozens of miles a day, when retreating, the enemy can't catch up, then it is not invincible." Merton patted Qin Huaiyu's sandbag and said with satisfaction, of course, this is only under the same conditions for both the enemy and us.

As for Qin Huaiyu's cannibalistic gaze, he selectively ignored it, you must know that Qin Huaiyu was killed in battle later, if the martial arts are higher, maybe the ending will change.

"Good!" Qin Qiong nodded with satisfaction, he is a veteran general in the army, of course he knows that what Morton said is the truth, if this method is feasible and then promoted to the whole army, I believe that the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty will definitely rise to a higher level.

In fact, now Datang is not unaware of the benefits of weight-bearing training, and the stone lock commonly used in the army is one of them, but this kind of training is too rough and has no systematic planning, so it has not attracted people's attention at all.

Commanding Qin Huaiyu to take a few steps briefly, he found that his walking was not affected at all, but his movements were just a beat slower.

"Come on, you and I will do one more move!" Qin Qiong said.

"Ahh Qin Huaiyu was shocked! But he didn't dare to disobey.

"Bang!"

Before he could make a move, Qin Huaiyu flew out upside down, knocking the weapon rack to pieces, and there were weapons all over the ground, but fortunately, he was covered with sandbags and was not injured.

"Yes, from now on, you will practice martial arts with weights." Qin Qiong nodded with satisfaction, and one word decided Qin Huaiyu's miserable fate in the future.

"Merton, I hate you!"

On the martial arts arena, Qin Huaiyu, who was like a turtle turning over, with his limbs facing the sky, a shield pressed on his back, and a gilded hammer on his head, cried out with grief and indignation.

"Say, you kid has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and you don't just come to deliver these sandbags when you enter the door!" Qin Qiong looked at Mo Jiazi and snorted coldly.

Mo Dun suddenly smiled dryly: "Uncle Qin Mingjian, the little nephew heard that Brother Huaiyu practiced martial arts behind closed doors at home, and he came to help, but for the way of the general, martial arts are important, but both civil and military are the right way!" Brother Huaiyu's Guozijian course has fallen a lot, and Kong Saijiu has also urged him many times, uncle, do you want to let Brother Huaiyu return to Guozijian to continue studying. ”

Qin Qiong glanced at Mo Dun, his face full of disbelief, Kong Sacrifice Wine urged many times? That sour confucian, wishing that Qin Huaiyu, the troublemaker, was not in the country's prison?

However, looking at Qin Huaiyu's sandbags all over his body, and then looking at Qin Huaiyu's hopeful eyes, he nodded slowly.

"It's not for your father to force you, you will definitely fight on the battlefield after the Jiangmen Day, be loyal to the country, and practicing martial arts is your deep-rooted ability in the future." Qin Qiong said earnestly.

Qin Huaiyu suddenly got up, nodded solemnly and said, "The child knows that he will definitely practice martial arts diligently in the future." ”

"Go ahead!" Qin Qiong nodded.

Although Qin Huaiyu was with Merton, he was always tossing the wind and rain all over the city, but more of them were used on the right path, and Morton sent sandbags and other heavy things, and Qin Huaiyu's martial arts will definitely improve in the future.

Seeing that her son had such a good friend, Qin Qiong was also very relieved.

Walking out of the gate of the Qin Mansion, Qin Huaiyu opened his arms and took a heavy breath of free air, this period of closed-door martial arts practice made Qin Huaiyu suffocated.

"Don't expect me to thank you!" Qin Huaiyu glared at Mo Dun indignantly, although this guy saved himself, he also cheated himself.

"I don't know the hearts of good people!" Morton took a sip, in the future, he would be able to refine martial arts, and naturally he would not die on the battlefield like in his previous life.

"By the way, do you still have those sandbags?" Qin Huaiyu asked suddenly.

"Yes? What's wrong? Merton wondered.

"Of course I'm going to get those two guys out together." Qin Huaiyu gritted his teeth and said.

It is better to be happy alone than to be happy with all, how can he be allowed to suffer alone.

"Merton, I hate you!"

Soon, there were cries of grief from the Lu State Mansion and the E State Mansion.