"Little master, the lord and lady of the mansion are waiting for you to go over for dinner, I don't dare to disturb you when I see that you are concentrating on practice, presumably the lord and lady are in a hurry, the little master should go quickly" The slave girl Xia Yu saw Zhao Lingwu stop and was busy urging beside her. A slave girl had already sent a snow-white robe inside, and Xia Yu carefully put it on for him and carefully tied the belt. A group of female slaves led the way and headed straight for the restaurant.

Zhao Wu and his wife were in the restaurant, and they knew that they were in a good mood from the smiles on their faces. Just now, the maid reported that Lingwu was meditating and cultivating, and she didn't dare to interrupt. When the two of them heard this, they were very happy, and their wife hurriedly instructed: Meditation and spiritual cultivation are the most taboo to disturb, you should guard it well, and the general and I will just wait. My son is so young, he gets up early in the morning, and I say don't push the child so hard. What is there to test, my son's spiritual power can reach a few meters away, and if he continues like this, he will definitely be able to become a spiritual warrior, where can he practice martial arts.

"Who said that spiritual warriors don't need to practice martial arts? Isn't our great Emperor Spiritual Saint also practicing martial arts? ”

"There are many generals, god generals and even martial saints, but there is only one spirit saint in my Great Xia Empire, which of those martial saints didn't bow their heads when they saw the emperor?"

"If he hadn't become a general-level samurai, would he have lived to such an age? It's gone at the age of seventy or eighty, and I also know that it won't be much use for my child to practice martial arts, but I want my son to live a long life, why don't you understand? ”

"I know your thoughts, and I don't object to my son's martial arts practice, but don't push too hard, the child is still young. From now on, let's go wherever we can."

As he was talking, Xiao Lingwu had already come over, and when he saw that the dishes on the table were his usual favorite food, he couldn't help but have a great appetite. "Father, mother, I'm dying of hunger, get so much delicious food today?"

The maid Xia Yu hurriedly brought him vegetables, and the family of three said while eating.

"Son, today I'll take you to test your strength and speed."

"Don't be nervous, son, my mother believes that you can do it, and it doesn't matter if you can't."

"Mother, I can do it, I have a lot of strength" Xiao Lingwu raised his fist: "I run fast, I'll let you see how powerful I am in a while." ”

"Okay, if you get good grades. Daddy rewards you."

"I want a knife, Dad, I have learned all the knife techniques you have recently taught me, but the one used is not majestic at all."

There is a large piece of open space in the middle of the mansion, about 20 acres, except for a small amount of greenery, the rest is a martial arts training ground. The martial arts arena is surrounded by a smooth runway, and in the middle are placed stone locks for training strength, a total of more than a dozen from large to small, and several wooden shelves, on which various weapons such as knives and guns are placed.

Today, Zhao Wu's father and son are here, and the slaves have all let Zhao Wu drive out, and Zhao Wu is not allowed to watch when Xiao Lingwu is practicing.

"Son, let's test your strength first. The stone lock placed here, the smallest fifty catties, the one next to each other one hundred catties, you try. ”

"Dad, how much do those big ones weigh in the back?"

"The following is an increase of 100 catties each, if you can lift 200 catties with one hand on the left and right, it is equivalent to the strength of a warrior, and if you can lift 400 catties with one hand, it is equivalent to the strength of a samurai. A warrior is very ordinary, and a sturdy man can be a warrior, but without the cultivation of the exercises, it is impossible for ordinary people to reach the strength of a samurai. You're still young, don't worry about these big ones, you can lift fifty pounds at the age of three, you might as well try a hundred pounds. ”

Zhao Lingwu walked over, held the handle of the stone lock with his right hand, and with a force on his hand, without the slightest pause, he raised it above his head at once.

"Dad, this is a bit light, I'll lift four hundred pounds."

"No, you might as well try two hundred, be careful." Zhao Wu was very happy in his heart, a child of Lingwu's age would lift fifty catties, but he lifted one hundred catties effortlessly: "You want to lift four hundred catties, your mother won't scold me to death, try two hundred"

Lingwu came to the two-hundred-pound stone lock, waved his arm, grasped the stone lock tightly, and with a hey sound in his mouth, he lifted it over his shoulders at once, stopped, and lifted the stone lock above his head again. Zhao Wu was overjoyed: Okay, okay, while hurriedly taking the stone lock: "Son is really good, you now have the strength of a warrior." ”

"Dad, I'm going to try the three-hundred-pound one" and ran over without saying anything. Frightened, Zhao Wu hurriedly stood beside his son, ready to protect him at any time.

Lingwu looked at this big guy and knew that it was not easy to deal with, so he stood in place and transported the first few styles of the Zhenwu Fist he usually played, and then closed his eyes and calmed down for a while. He bent down and grabbed the stone lock, and with a loud cry in his mouth, he lifted it over his shoulder. At this time, I felt that my strength was a little weak, so I had to stop for a while, and I didn't dare to relax, gritted my teeth and lifted the stone lock above my head again. Lingwu only felt that his legs were shaking and his hands were shaking, and Zhao Wu on the side snatched the stone lock over. Seeing that his son's face was swollen and red, Zhao Wu hurriedly asked, "Son, are you okay?" Xiao Lingwu gasped for a long time before he spoke: "It's okay, it's so heavy, I'm tired to death." Dad, you're amazing. ”

"Hehe, you don't want to think about what kind of person your Lao Tzu is, why isn't it amazing" Zhao Wu was proud in his heart, but said in his heart: It's still not as good as you, Lao Tzu, you can't lift two hundred catties when you're so big. Although he was extremely satisfied with his son, he said in his mouth: "You still have to practice hard, especially the boxing skills I taught you can't relax." Lift up 300 pounds, you are still shaking, and others will laugh at me when I say it, I didn't teach you well. Then let's measure the speed, I'll light a stick of incense, and you run around the training ground to see how many laps you can run. ”

"How many laps is a fighter? How many laps is a samurai? ”

"Ten laps of warriors? Samurai Twenty Laps"

"One lap, two laps,...... Eight laps, nine laps, ten laps" Zhao Wu thought while counting: This kid is really good, speed is much stronger than strength, like this, it's no problem to run enough for twenty.

However, Lingwu became slower and slower, and finally barely ran twenty laps, which was equivalent to the speed of a samurai. Seeing his son sweating profusely walking towards him, Zhao Wu thought to himself: True martial arts boxing is really not simple, no wonder this first level is called light smoke, and the body is really light and flexible like light smoke. It's a pity that I didn't get this exercise until I was thirty years old, if I can practice true martial arts at such a young age as Lingwu, I'm afraid I really have the possibility to become a martial saint. Thinking of this, Zhao Wu couldn't help but recall the place he inadvertently entered thirty years ago when he was fleeing for his life. For thirty years, he had often remembered the mysterious and incomprehensible place where he had obtained the True Martial Arts, the strange things and the extremely sharp short knife.

"Son, I really have a good knife that I have always treasured. But I think it's a bit small, maybe you can use it, so I'll give it to you. But you have to remember that the origin of this knife is very mysterious, you can't drop it, you can't give it to others, you can only use it. ”

Zhao Wu came out of his secret room, holding a short knife in his hand, less than two feet long, the scabbard was very simple and elegant, the whole handle was in the shape of a dragon's head, and there were two words engraved on the handle, but he didn't know any of them. Lingwu took the short knife, brushed the ground and unsheathed the blade, only to see the cold light shining on the blade, the tip of the knife is very long, and the blade is very narrow, but the back of the knife is much thicker than the ordinary knife, and the back of the knife is full of serrations. Although the knife is short, it is heavy to start with, giving it a very strong and sharp feeling, and it is impossible to tell what material it is made of. Lingwu held it in his hand and played it repeatedly, and he really liked it, and immediately practiced the knife technique he had just learned.

Zhao Wu saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, thinking that my son's sword learning is really like that.

While he was pondering, a loud report came from outside: "Lord of the Mansion, the eldest aunt He Jian is back, and he is still carrying Master Zhang's messenger." ”

"Is He Jian really back? Great, I guess he should be back too, it's been four years since he was out. Quick, I'll go see him right away. Zhao Wu said happily and hurriedly left the martial arts arena.