"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Draw your sword quickly! There can be no hesitation, the wrist must be forced! ”

In a small area of the martial arts arena in the palace, voices constantly appeared and reverberate. Although the entire martial arts arena is small, it is also well-equipped, but compared to the two people in the martial arts arena, this martial arts arena is exaggerated.

There was a young man in the field, and he kept stabbing the long sword in his hand, bringing out a whistling sound of the wind. Pierced in the scarecrow in front of him, pulled it out again, and stabbed it out again. On the ground of the martial arts arena where the scarecrow stood, a layer of scattered straw poles had been laid, which was the blade of the long sword that split the straw pole into the scarecrow's body and brought it down in two.

The entire scarecrow's surface has become pitted, especially in the very center, where a small hole has appeared.

Cycle after cycle, just like the wanton beads of sweat on that immature face, the sword in the young man's hand never stopped. The only time to rest his arm was the moment he pulled the sword out of the scarecrow, only the next moment he had to stab it with the same force.

So the young man's sweat beaded as if it didn't stop, and his long hair, as well as the martial arts uniform he was wearing, had become soaked. The water stains on the left and right appeared on it, which was originally hot, but when it was blown by the wind, it became cold and extremely uncomfortable on the body.

"Hurry up, if you only have this little persistence, then you are not worthy of the sword in your hand. Now that you've picked it up, you'll have the determination and strength to match the sword. The previous voice sounded again, and it didn't stop when the boy was sweating.

"What's more, no matter what kind of person you are, no matter what kind of identity you are, there are many things that distinguish you from ordinary people. You can't change the process by which the enemy's sword will pierce you, his people will not have mercy, his sword will not have mercy either, and perhaps he will be happy because his sword is stained with noble enough blood to prove himself. ”

"Exert yourself, your back should be straight, and your strength should not be scattered! Since your feet are standing on the ground, you must hold on to the ground tightly, rooted in the earth, like an old tree, which cannot be destroyed by wind and rain! The master of the voice said loudly, stabbing the wooden sword in his hand, and even under the light of the torches around the arena, only a light and shadow could be seen flying out.

When approaching the boy's body, the wooden sword stopped violently, changed the stab to a slap, and gently slapped on the boy's flawed part. One sword and one sword, the power of the wooden sword slap is not very painful, but it can also make the young man feel the pain, so that he subconsciously adjusts his movements.

"Have you forgotten what I said? Not only the strength of the wrist, but also the strength of the whole body, the power that each muscle can burst out? Remember, if you just use your hand to make a sword, then your sword only has the strength of one arm, and if you pool the strength of your whole body to use your arm to make this sword, then it is the strength of your whole person. The owner of the wooden sword reprimanded mercilessly, even if he was talking about the strength of his wrist at the beginning.

That's true, but when he said that he used the strength of the wrist, did he have to use the strength of the wrist? If you only listen to others and don't understand yourself, then no matter how strong you are in the future, it will be just someone else's sword after all, a rotten sword, not to mention that he has already told this young man countless times in the past few months.

The young man didn't say a word, but he became more and more focused, and the posture of his body standing and the direction of the sword also changed into the most correct posture under the slapping of the wooden sword. Even though his arms were now sore, and his muscles were shaking uncontrollably, making silent protests, his back was still straight. The long sword was withdrawn from the scarecrow's body, and for a moment, the silver mang suddenly leaked, and the position where he stabbed it again was at the point where he had just stabbed the long sword.

Strength is not good, speed is not good, then now is the time to be accurate! Even now, every sword still has to use everything that it can use now, and every sword is challenging its own limits.

The boy's entire face was flushed with the intense exercise, but his eyes remained unchanged, staring closely ahead, the center of the scarecrow's body, which was drawn to symbolize the position of the heart. He didn't waver, his eyes didn't flicker, and probably compared to a few months ago, the teenager could look at others, including his awe-inspiring parents, and his eyes would not dodge.

If there were other people present, I was afraid that the man with the wooden sword would be dismembered by the knife in the next moment, because no matter what he said, including the tone of voice, and the wooden sword in his hand, he was challenging the bottom line of this era. Because the young man in front of him was none other than Liu Bian, the eldest son of Emperor Han Ling, even if Emperor Han Ling didn't like him and didn't stand up as the crown prince for a long time, he couldn't change Liu Bian's status among many important ministers in the court.

He is the future emperor!

Who can slap the future emperor with a wooden sword? Whoever it is, this is a sin of disobedience. Even if Liu Wei is not an emperor yet, just a normal prince, he is the only one who will inflict harm on others, and no one else will do anything to him.

But it happened here, whether it was the princes of the Beacon Opera or Liu Wei himself, there was no other interpretation of this behavior. Fortunately, it was always in a closed state when Liu Wei practiced swords, and there was no eunuch and palace maid to accompany him, otherwise the heads of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera would have fallen one hundred and eighty times.

Queen He doted on Liu Wei very much, so she was always obedient to Liu Bian's requirements. In addition, she also saw Liu Wei's change in her eyes, and she was very happy, so she had the current scene. On the other hand, it was because Emperor Han Ling didn't like Liu Wei and didn't pay attention to it, so naturally he wouldn't come to ask more questions.

Looking at Liu Bian, the princes of the Beacon Opera nodded slightly, and he had always seen Liu Bian's changes in his heart. From the beginning of contact with ordinary wooden swords, from the beginning of the helpless, holding the wooden sword for a while and panting, had to stop to rest, from that time I couldn't hear his heavy words, every time I heard him, I would look at him with tears in my eyes.

By now, Liu Wei can use the long sword freely, holding this murderous weapon without any psychological burden, and taking it to stab hundreds of times and dozens of times, without resting. Even if the princes of the Beacon Opera say something serious now, Liu Wei will not stop the movements in his hands, let alone complain about the princes of the Beacon Opera, he has long learned to use the long sword in his hand to gain respect and prove himself!

Liu Wei has been practicing swords for a long time, and after several months of sword practice, as well as rain or shine exercises, he is no longer the prince who was weak and not tall when he saw him for the first time like the princes of the Beacon Theater. Now Liu Wei has not only grown in height and grown taller, but also his body has become a lot stronger, and even the temperament of the whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

If Emperor Han Ling could see the current junior brother now, I'm afraid he would make him the crown prince, right? The princes of the Beacon Opera shook their heads, that was just maybe. Whether Emperor Han Ling likes it or not, whether he wants it or not, the little junior brother will sit in that position, although he hasn't even been in that position for a year.

"Alright, it's time to stop." The princes of the Beacon Fire Opera spoke up, and the wooden sword stabbed out again, accurately blocking Liu Wei's sword trajectory.

The combination of work and rest, blindly exercising, many times just causes a burden on the body. For the current junior brother Liu Wei, the princes of the Beacon Opera will not completely squeeze him and tap every bit of his potential. What he has always adhered to is to take it step by step and give Liu Wei time to fully absorb and master. Just like today and yesterday, Liu Wei actually broke through his limits again, although it was only a little progress, but it was enough.

The little junior brother Liu Wei is not him, Yun Ting and those senior brothers, under the purgatory-like training of the master Wang Yue, he can still live until now, and everyone has extraordinary swordsmanship and strength. If he practiced the original fine skin and tender meat according to his master's example, the pampered little junior brother would have to stop cooking in less than a day.

"Okay, brother." Liu Wei's arm holding the sword was lowered, and at this time he had the spare time to reach out and wipe the sweat on his forehead.

It was the sweat of the palm of his hand, and a few drops of sweat were thrown down from his forehead, and when he shook the palm, it was not a few drops, but a piece of sweat was thrown out. Wiping the sweat from his forehead again, Liu Wei gasped for breath, and the heat kept steaming out of his body, but it was covered by the night and the firelight.

He sheathed his sword, walked to a low table beside it, and laid it down. There were two porcelain bowls on the table, as well as a pot of water that had been prepared for a long time, and the two porcelain bowls were filled with water, but Liu Wei was not in a hurry to quench his thirst, but walked in front of the princes of the Beacon Opera with two bowls of water.

"Senior brother has worked hard." He smiled and handed the porcelain bowl out, and the whole bowl of water was very stable, and not a drop of water was spilled. You know, his arm has been in high-intensity exercise, and not only his right hand, but even his left hand is the same.

"Haha. You've worked hard, too. The princes of the Beacon Opera laughed, took the porcelain bowl, and drank it with their heads up.

He didn't touch the head of his junior brother Liu Wei again, because Liu Wei was a child who hadn't grown up in his eyes, until he faded away two months ago, and after a firm look appeared in his eyes, at that time, the princes of the Beacon Opera knew that Liu Wei had grown up. Men, there must always be a way to treat men, right? It was really a bit out of place to touch his head as before, of course, the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera would not tell Liu Wei, saying that it was actually the sweaty head that prevented him from touching his head at the full level of proficiency.

Liu Bian, like the princes of the Beacon Opera, raised my head and drank this bowl of water in a heroic way, the same bowl, I don't know whose it is, and Liu Biao won't care. Just like in these days, the kind of brotherly and fatherly emotion he felt from the princes of the Beacon Opera has long made him and the princes of the Beacon Opera indistinguishable from each other.

The two of them drank the water of a large porcelain bowl in almost the same time, and removed the porcelain bowl very tacitly, and at their chins, there were still water marks spreading downward.

The two stretched out their hands at the same time, palm-to-palm, touching each other. "Smack."

Looking at each other and smiling, even the smiles are so similar, with a beacon-like comfort and heroism. What Liu Wei has learned is something he has not seen in the past ten years, including this smile, including that swordsmanship, and many, many more, what the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera taught him is by no means just that simple.

It is so free here, and the small martial arts arena makes him feel more intimate than the magnificent palace. Because this is a place that only belongs to him, where he can do what he wants to do, and he doesn't have to care about other people's eyes, let alone what his father and queen mother will think of him.

He is here, and he is who he really is.

He has freedom, even if this freedom is spliced together by countless boring processes and accompanied by countless sweats, he is also willing to eat. Because that's what he wants, wills to, and doesn't get bored with.

Taking over the porcelain bowls of the princes of the Beacon Opera, Liu Wei consciously walked to the low table again, put down the two bowls, and picked up the kettle to pour the water. He has repeated this behavior I don't know how many times, if in the eyes of uninformed people, he is more like a little second runner who runs the hall, pouring water for guests.

Oh, what is Little Er? That is in the story of the senior brother, the little second brother in the inn who serves tea and water to the guests, but knows everything and has magical powers!

He knew that the senior brother was not the guest who had nothing to do with him, and in the eyes of the senior brother, he would not be the little second brother. They are brothers, brothers, and it is normal for them to do something to each other.

Liu Wei, who was pouring water, inadvertently touched the long sword leaning against the low table with the afterglow of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a touch of warmth appeared.

The long sword was so cold, and when he held the long sword for the first time, when he held the long sword, the heaviness and coldness were something he would never forget now. But as long as you hold it for a long time, the coldness will be changed by your body temperature, and you will also have a kind of peace of mind.

Liu Wei didn't know if his sword would one day be stained with other people's blood and appear at the moment when he would kill the enemy. But he did cut off a man with the sword in his hand.

He killed himself, his past self, and with a smooth blade, he reflected his own appearance. In the words of the senior brother, when he learns to bear it, he has weight himself, and he can bear other weights, he is not a child.

So, with the sword in my hand, can I bear the kingdom under my feet?

The hand that poured the water was raised, and the last few drops of water fell into the bowl, reverberating in circles of ripples. Putting down the kettle and picking up the two bowls with just the right amount of water, Liu Wei walked towards the princes of the Beacon Opera.

He knew that he would carry it whether he could bear it or not. Because that's fate.

Men should always use their shoulders to bear the fate of those who lean on them, right? What's more, he is a prince, and he bears the fate of more than just a few people.

One food and clothing, all for the people. What he has to bear are the people of Li who he can't see, but who really pay for him.

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