Time is like an arrow, and it is another year in a flash, and the time is in the winter of the 32nd year of King Zhao Huiwen, and Zhao Jie is 6 years old. Through a year of martial arts practice, Zhao Jie found that the mainstream martial arts of this era are actually to improve their movement speed, observation ability, physical strength and endurance through continuous training, the most important of which is endurance. The moves in later martial arts novels are actually due to the fact that it often takes a long time for people to fight with each other, and people have invented some techniques for using weapons, which are used at the right time, at the right speed, and with the right strength, so as to avoid the waste of strength and increase their own combat resistance.

Zhao Jiansheng's swordsmanship moves are no exception, there are four types of attack and four styles of defense, these 8 types of swordsmanship seem simple, but it is very difficult to really achieve integration, the power of each move in the middle and the sword route are very exquisite, and the control of strength, speed, explosiveness and strength when changing moves also has its own uniqueness. If you use brute force to use this swordsmanship, the light swordsmanship power will not be revealed, and the heavy one may hurt itself, so this swordsmanship needs to be practiced often and constantly explored, to integrate and penetrate. And Zhao Jiansheng's training method to teach Zhao Jie is to practice swordsmanship with the big trees that can be seen everywhere as imaginary enemies. It took a whole year and countless hours for Zhao Jie to become familiar with all the moves, and he was still far from being able to understand it.

On the fourth watch, the door of the prince's mansion opened a crack, and a young man got out of it. Perhaps because of his martial arts practice, Zhao Jie had grown into a sturdy young man in the past year, not at all like a six-year-old child, but like an eight- or nine-year-old child.

Zhao Jie faced the cold wind, climbed over the wall, and ran towards the martial spirit platform. Wuling Congtai was built by King Wuling of Zhao to carry out military exercises, at this time the sky was not yet bright, Wuling Congtai was deserted, and there was no figure.

In the ice and snow, only Zhao Jie ran selflessly in the dark night. Zhao Jiansheng will increase Zhao Jie's running volume and weight every day, and the space of the Prince's Mansion martial arts arena is no longer suitable, so one day he led Zhao Jie to the martial arts platform, and since then the martial arts platform has become his new training ground.

I don't know how many laps I ran, when there was a dawn in the sky, Zhao Jie took out the iron sword from the scabbard and began to practice the sword, the sky was already unconsciously bright, when the sun was shining in the sky, Zhao Jie took the sword back to the scabbard, sat cross-legged on the grass, about half an hour later, seeing that the master Zhao Jiansheng still did not come, Zhao Jie packed his things and went back alone.

Strolling in the street market, a breath of life comes to the face, the pedestrians in the street market, shoulder to shoulder, the houses on both sides of the road are lined up one after another, Qinlou Chu Pavilion, inn and restaurant, all walks of life, colorful, noisy and noisy. Zhao Jie walked straight to the "Seeking Talents Hall", sat down in the corner, ordered a few side dishes, drank alone, and listened to all directions.

Zhao Jie did not forget to learn a hundred schools of knowledge while practicing martial arts, as long as he had time, he went into his father Zhao Dan's study, reading books hungrily. Books such as Mencius, The Analects, Mozi, Guanzi, Shangjunshu, Liutao, Sima Fa, Guiguzi, and The Art of War have all been memorized to this day, but there are still many places that are not well understood.

The "Seeking Talent Hall" is a good place that Zhao Jie stumbled upon. When he first passed by here, many virtuous people were debating here, and Zhao Jie stopped and listened for a while because of curiosity. The wise men's high-minded talk made Zhao Jie like an initiation, and solved many puzzles. Later, he often came here to listen to the debates of the sages. Gradually, Zhao Jie learned from all around that the "Seeking Talent Hall" was an inn opened by Zhao Sheng, the king of Pingyuan, and it was a place he used to recruit talents and raise customers. So Zhao Jie came here every day, rain or shine, for Zhao Jie, this is a place for him to understand the world and increase his knowledge.

Here, Zhao Jie learned a lot about current affairs. Last year, Zhao won the battle of Yanhe, and the whole country rejoiced. King Zhao named Zhao Hao as Ma Fujun, the same position as Lian and Lin, and named Xu Li as the national lieutenant. Zhao Hao and Xu Li have become Zhao Di's new national idols, and Zhao Di's boys have enthusiastically become soldiers. In the same year, Fan Ju of Wei presented the strategy of distant friendship and close attack to the king of Qin, which was reused by the king of Qin, and at the same time, the faction of the Empress Dowager Xuan gradually lost power, and the king of Qin Zhao gradually mastered the situation. At the beginning of this year, the Qin army attacked Wei and Han on a large scale, forcing them to be pro-Qin.

Thinking back to the international events in recent years, Zhao Jie rubbed his temples and thought: What a fucking mess! It's not easy to change history and revive the Zhao Kingdom! God! Why are you so cheating! Just give me so much time! All right! Since you want to fight, then fight! I'll follow up on your war book! I will definitely change history and win yours. ”

There was a sound of argument nearby, interrupting Zhao Jie's thoughts. Zhao Jie sorted out his mood and listened.

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"The young master is back!" At dusk, Zhao Jie returned to the door of the house, and the porter shouted loudly.

"Uncle Li is good." Zhao Jie greeted the porter, and then walked straight to his room.

Not long after, Zhao Jie met his maid Xingyi head-on. Xingyi is the same year as Zhao Jie, her father is a petty official who is responsible for guarding the grain depot, although her family is not rich, but it can also be said to be well-off, Xingyi should have grown up without worrying about food and clothing, and then found a family with the right family to marry, and lived this life peacefully, but there were unforeseen circumstances, a group of thieves ransacked the grain depot guarded by her father, killed his father, and her mother also became depressed and sick, and finally died. In order to bury her parents, she had to sell herself to bury her parents, and by chance she met Zhao Jie, when Zhao Jie had a strong sense of justice, and paid to help him bury his parents and bring her back to the house. This incident caused a sensation in the house, and finally under his mother's arrangement, Xingyi was arranged in Zhao Jie's house as Zhao Jie's personal maid.

"Slave maid to meet Your Highness." Xingyi leaned over and saluted.

Zhao Jie hurriedly helped her up, scratched his head and pretended to be pure: "Xingyi, I've told you many times, you don't have to be polite, I didn't take you to my house to let you be my maid, you treat me as your brother, you don't need to bow when you don't know anyone on weekdays, we are commensurate with brother and sister, otherwise I will be very troubled." ”

Helping Xing Yi up, Zhao Jie continued to walk forward, Xing Yi followed closely beside him, and Zhao Jie and Xing Yi talked as they walked.

"My dad, are you back?"

"The prince hasn't come back yet, and I heard that he will be back in five days."

"Where's my mother?"

"The crown princess will meet Prime Minister Lin's wife, General Lian's wife and His Royal Highness's aunt in Chaoyang Hall at this time."

"Is Li Min here?"

"Young Master Min saw that you were not there, so I left some bamboo slips and cloth for me to hand over to you, and I put them on your desk."

"Xingyi, you did a good job. Wait a minute, when I get to my room, you take out my clothes, I'm going to change my clothes and go to see my mother, and then it's time to eat. You should also go and change into a clean set of clothes, and then follow me to serve. ”

"Yes."

Before he knew it, Zhao Jie went to his room, changed his clothes, met his mother accompanied by Xingyi, and then finished dinner under Xingyi's service. After dinner, he said goodbye to his mother and left the dining room, and Zhao Jie found that it was already dark.

On a winter night, the cold wind gusted and there was silence, and only Zhao Jie was walking back to his room quickly between the pavilions.

Opening the door, a stream of heating came from the surface, Zhao Jie walked into the room, picked up the bamboo slip from the desk, walked to the chair and sat down to read the book. It didn't take long for Xing Yi to also walk into the room, he poured a cup of hot tea, brought it to Zhao Jie's side, and called softly: "Brother Jie, take a sip of tea!" ”

Zhao Jie raised his head and glanced at Xingyi, feeling a burst of surprise. 6-year-old Xingyi is wrapped in a pale pink dress, covered with a white gauze coat, revealing a beautiful neck, the pale pink long skirt can touch the ground, with the slight swing of the airflow, the three thousand green silk is tied up with a hairband, the head is inserted with a butterfly hairpin, and the powder is thinly applied, giving people an ethereal feeling, the whole person is like a butterfly flying in the wind, and like a clear and transparent ice and snow・・・・・・・ Zhao Jie licked his lips and was stunned.

"Brother Jie, what's wrong with you?" Xingyi asked with concern.

Zhao Jie woke up from his sluggishness and scolded himself in his heart: "What are you thinking about, you kid is a 6-year-old Lori." And now you're a six-year-old. Then he settled down and replied, "Sister Yi, brother is fine, what are you wearing today?" ”

"Really? Thank you, big brother, for the compliment, this is the only set of clothes my mother bought for me from home," Xingyi said happily with a red face.

Zhao Jie nodded, skipped the topic, put down the bamboo slip, took the teacup, took a sip of tea, and continued: "Sister Yi, press my shoulder, this bamboo slip is too heavy, just look at it for a while, and my shoulder is sore." ”

Xing Yi walked behind Zhao Jie and said while massaging Zhao Jie: "Brother Jie, when Xing Yi was a child, I heard my father say that there was a group of people, who seemed to be called ink people, and they invented a thing called paper, which is particularly light and can be written on it, but it is said that the price is higher than that of the pearl, and many dignitaries and nobles are vying to buy a few at a high price to prove their wealth・・・・・・"

"Sister Yi, what did you just say about the price of pearls?" Zhao Jie suddenly interrupted Xingyi's words, and his face showed excitement.

Xing Yi looked at Zhao Jie, inexplicable, and replied in a panic: "Mojia paper." ”

When Zhao Jie heard this, he was pleasantly surprised, laughed loudly, and said while laughing: "Hahaha! Sister Yi, you are really my lucky star! Hahaha! Paper, papermaking! How did I forget it! Hahaha! Sister Yi, you go down first, let's make paper tomorrow! After speaking, Zhao Jie immediately wrote something on the desk.

Xingyi looked around, still confused. With a hint of worry, she quietly walked out of the room, closed the door and left.