"My father taught me from a young age that as a king, you can't do everything, but you must know how to make good use of others. Wei Yingnan put his hands behind his back, stood in front of Yang Ming, and said to him: "It is the duty of generals to fight and kill the enemy on the battlefield; Therefore, this son does not need to cultivate to become a national soldier, naturally there are national soldiers to serve me, I just need to know people, select talents, and then make good use of them. ”

Wei Yingnan broke through the imperial technique that he had always believed in. The so-called ministers are able to appoint themselves, and the monarch is able to employ people, the ministers are able to speak, the monarch is able to listen, the ministers are able to act, and the monarch is able to reward and punish. The real king actually does the four words "know people and make good use of them".

"My Great Wei State has always been a talent powerhouse, recruiting talents, and seeing all the talents in the world for my use. Regardless of background, regardless of nationality, as long as there are powerful people who are willing to take refuge in my Great Wei, Wei is willing to recruit you as a talent, give you an official title, and let you show your talents. Wei Yingnan continued, his fair little face became more and more serious, he raised his cold eyes and pointed at Yang Ming, but it was more intimidating than the long whip he wielded just now, "Yang Ming, this son respects you as a talent, and treats you as a virtuous corporal, but you don't know how to lift up, and you have refused to me several times." Yang Ming, my patience is limited! Although my son cherishes talents and can ignore your previous rudeness, I can't tolerate your refusal. Yang Ming, you still don't know my means of controlling people, do you?"

Speaking of this, Wei Yingnan's eyes suddenly showed a cold edge, as if there were several sharp daggers hanging in the depths of his dark eyes.

"What means?" Hearing this, Yang Ming's heart trembled slightly, and he faintly felt a chill invade the bottom of his heart, so he asked carefully.

"Hehe......" Wei Yingnan smiled coldly, raised a touch of scenic, very terrifying, he said: "This son has liked to raise lions since he was a child. I still remember the first time I had a lion, when there was a very fierce golden lion in the palace, tall, fierce, wild, locked in a cage with teeth and claws, and no one dared to approach him. I said to my father, 'I want to tame that lion.' When my father asked me, 'How are you going to tame it?' and I replied to him, 'I only need two things to tame a lion, a whip and a fat man.' I went up to the cage where the lion was being held, and I said to it, 'Good, obedient, raise your hand.' But the lion was so fierce that he did not lift up his hand, but he scratched my arm, so I took the whip and whipped it ten times, and then I asked it to raise its hand, and it was still disobedient, and this time I whipped it thirty times, until it lay on the ground, and was bruised all over it. The third time, I asked it to raise its hand again, and this time the lion learned to be obedient, and it obediently raised its hand, and I was very happy, so I gave it fat. ”

"Actually, the so-called way of controlling a man is like taming a lion: if he is obedient, I will give him meat to eat, and if he is disobedient, I will beat him until he is obedient. Wei Yingnan gritted his teeth and said fiercely, at this time, his fair and pretty face did not see the flexibility of a girl at all, but instead shrouded in a layer of coldness, like a lion with a fierce appearance, no, it was more fearsome than a lion.

Yang Ming's body trembled slightly, his expression was heavy, and he said slowly: "So, for Gongzi, I am the 'disobedient lion' now, right?"

"That's right. Wei Yingnan's eyes were affirmative and replied.

"Huh. The young man slowed down, suddenly smiled, and then said, "I admire your methods of taming lions, but people are not lions, and I am not in a cage, besides, your whip can't beat me." ”

"Childe, how do you want to tame me?" Yang Ming said boldly, then turned around and was about to leave, "Childe, it's already late at night, so I won't bother too much and say goodbye." ”

Seeing that Yang Ming was leaving, Wei Yingnan smiled coldly and said, "Hmph, Yang Ming, you want to get out of this room, it's not that easy!"

Hearing this, Yang Ming raised his eyes and looked around the room, there was no one around, obviously there were no ambushes, and there were only two people in the whole room, Wei Yingnan and Yang Ming. Retracting his gaze, the young man smiled contemptuously, turned around and said, "Childe, there are no ambushes in the room, and you can't beat me, it's easy for me to leave this room." ”

After speaking, Yang Ming took a step and walked towards the door.

At this time, Wei Yingnan shouted: "Lion, do it." ”

Hearing the shout, Yang Ming was shocked, "Huh, Lion, his lion?"

Yang Ming turned his head curiously, the golden haired lion lying beside Wei Yingnan had already taken an offensive posture, only to hear Wei Yingnan's order to "do it", the lion lord jumped with his hind paws, opened his bloody fangs, waved his sharp front paws, and in an instant, he pounced in front of Yang Ming.

And when the Lion Lord approached less than a meter in front of Yang Ming, the two sharp fangs in the Lion Lord's blood mouth turned into long sharp blades, and his front paws turned into two long knives, and the blades were all dangling with sharp martial light, extremely sharp.

"Huh, what kind of lion monster is this?" At the moment of danger, it was too late to wonder, and the surprise and evasive reaction in Yang Ming's heart were almost at the same time, and while his face was shocked, he quickly turned around to dodge.

The lion lord swept past Yang Ming, the golden hair on its body almost brushed against Yang Ming's body, and just as the entire lion body of the lion lord swept over, its tail passed in front of Yang Ming's body, and suddenly, the end of the tail turned into a round hammer full of iron thorns, and the tail was like a long whip, like a meteor hammer, and smashed towards Yang Ming's chest.

The meteor hammer obviously carried the majestic power of Wu Yao, it was like a landslide, and when it was picked up, it shook the air whirring, and just the aftermath of the energy generated had already made Yang Ming's chest feel a lot of pressure.

If this is smashed on the chest, it will break bones and hearts at the least, and at worst, I am afraid that the entire upper body will turn into meat sauce!

Yang Ming's eyes were quick, and he reacted in an instant, only to see Yang Ming leap and jump to a height of three meters, which dodged the attack of the Lion Lord's tail meteor hammer.

After Yang Ming landed, he instantly stabilized his body, but the young man's face was very shocked, he looked at the strange lion in front of him in shock, his fangs turned into sharp blades, his front paws became two long knives, and his tail became a meteor hammer. The meteor hammer was slashed just now, although it didn't hit the boy, but the aftermath of the meteor hammer actually shook a crack in the wall of the room, and the wooden window was directly shattered.

I've never seen a lion like this!And what's even more shocking is that it even uses Wu Yao's light!

Looking at the lion lord's body, the lion's body flowed with a faint golden light, and the light flowed on the sharp blade and long knife, making it more sharp, and from its breath, Yang Ming clearly felt the majestic power of martial arts in its body, which was about to come out, like a flood that was about to burst the embankment.

"Is this lion also a national scholar?" Yang Ming couldn't help but exclaim.

However, as soon as the young man shouted this, the Lion Lord let out an angry roar, and in the next moment, the golden mane around its head was affected by Wu Yao's light, and the golden hairs turned into short arrows about twenty centimeters long, and the tips of the arrows were all cold and shining, sharp and sharp, all aimed at Yang Ming.

"Oops. As if the front of his body was aimed at by five hundred archers, Yang Ming's heart trembled, and then his right hand stretched out, and he grasped it out of thin air, and the light shone brightly, that is, he held the broken sword, and the sword was born with a three-foot light blade.

At the same time that Yang Ming pulled out his sword, the countless short arrows around the lion lord's head were all shot out in an instant, and the rain of arrows was overwhelming, like a whole pitch-black sea pressing over, and the sight of both eyes was densely packed, only to see countless extremely small black dots falling head-on.

The young man wielded the blade of the sword and quickly rotated the blade, the speed was so fast that he saw a chaotic shadow of light, but he did not see the blade, and the shadows were heavy, like a circular shield of light without any gaps, held in Yang Ming's hand, blocking in front of him.

Countless short arrows struck, all of which were blocked by the sword and shield in the young man's hand, and the rain of arrows bounced back, either on the floor, or on the beams, or on the walls.

A few seconds later, except for the place at Yang Ming's feet, the entire room was filled with short arrows.