"Come over for dinner." Jiang Yiquan said majestically.

'Have breakfast with your son at your own house, is it so serious?' Jiang Sun Che complained in his heart.

Jiang Yiquan hadn't seen his son since Jiang Sunche had seen him once on the first day he crossed over, but Jiang Sunche could feel every day that this father seemed to have been, but he just refused to show up.

is so upright to his son, no wonder his predecessor is not close to Jiang Yiquan, the father.

"Yes, father."

The breakfast was very simple, two plates of pickles, a pot of rice porridge, and a few steamed buns.

Jiang Sun Che naturally sat on the chair and ate, but his eyes always couldn't stop glancing at Jiang Yiquan.

'Doesn't Daddy look like a fool?' Why do you hold on to the military power? Or does Daddy really have the intention of plotting power and usurping the throne?!

Hiss~~~ That's bad, since ancient times, there are only a few who can succeed in seeking power and usurping the throne, and China has been up and down for 5,000 years, and it has become a dozen.

Daddy, if he wants to turn over and become the emperor, can my son run? If it becomes okay, maybe you can be a prince or an emperor in the future, but if it doesn't work...... Don't dare to think, don't dare to think. ’

Jiang Yiquan, a general with keen senses, of course, had long been aware of his son's complex and changing gaze.

'Do I have something on my face?' Not really. Jiang Yiquan put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and looked at the old housekeeper who was waiting beside him, Jiang Fu's father, Jiang Dayang.

Jiang Dayang saw Jiang Yiquan's gaze, and immediately looked like he was listening to the order.

Jiang Dayang's reaction had already told Jiang Yiquan that there was nothing wrong with him, otherwise Jiang Dayang would have reminded him a long time ago.

'Then why does this kid keep looking at me?' Could it be because I beat him too hard this time and hate me?! ’

Jiang Yiquan calmly took the handkerchief handed by Jiang Dayang and wiped his mouth on the surface, but in fact, his heartbeat had exceeded a hundred, and he was so panicked that he couldn't do it.

'What about this, this, this?' Why don't I apologize to him? ’

Jiang Yiquan said in a soft and gentle voice that Jiang Sun Che couldn't hear at all, "Tanuki, ......"

Hearing this name, Jiang Sun Che's eyebrows collapsed involuntarily, and he didn't know who gave him his nickname, Tanuki Flower, Tanuki Cat?

Is this a nickname for men? But it seems that there are few people in the world who can get their nicknames.,Okay.,Tanuki is a raccoon flower.,Endure.,It's better than a pear flower.。

Jiang Sunche put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, "Father." ”

“…… Let's go to the martial arts arena in a while and see if your martial arts have improved. Jiang Yiquan put down the handkerchief in his hand and walked out with his head held high.

'Let Lao Tzu apologize to his son?' No way! When pigs fly! It's impossible in this life! However, I can't let this kid hate me, so let's use martial arts training as an excuse to contact the relationship between father and son. ’

"Yes, father." Jiang Sun Che had no idea that the father and son who had eaten at the same table just now had such rich psychological activities.

……

Jiang Sun Che hurriedly came to the basketball court-sized martial arts arena after eating, his father Jiang Yiquan was already waiting in armor, seeing Jiang Sun Che coming, Jiang Yiquan pointed to a pair of chain mail next to him and said, "Put it on." ”

Jiang Sun Che came to the pitch-black chain mail, reversed the weight, it was too much, this chain mail was less than twenty kilograms, let alone practicing martial arts, it was estimated that Jiang Sun Che would be paralyzed by walking around.

So Jiang Sunche said with a haha, "Hehe, father, isn't it just to see if my martial arts have improved, so you don't need to wear this." ”

"Drills are actual combat, and if you don't wear armor on the battlefield, you are going to die, put it on!" Jiang Yiquan said sternly.

'Didn't you say see if I improved?' Why is it a drill again? ’

Hearing this, Jiang Sun Che could only put on his armor with the help of Jiang Fu.

After putting it on, it won't be impossible to move a step, after all, Jiang Yiquan has practiced Jiang Sun Che in the past two years since he came back, and his body can still bear it.

"And then." Jiang Yiquan threw over a thick long sword with no blade.

Jiang Sun Che took a lot of effort to catch it, good guy, this sword also has ten kilograms, chain mail plus sword, sixty catties.

Jiang Yiquan beckoned to Jiang Sun Che, "Attack here." ”

"That's not good, how can a child do something to his father?"

"If you can attack me, you will attack, and if you can touch me, you will win."

Jiang Sun Che could only raise his sword and slash over, but Jiang Yiquan dodged lightly.

Jiang Yiquan frowned, "Is this your sword?" How can you be worthy of being a father if you are so weak! ”

At this time, Jiang Yiquan had completely forgotten that he was here to contact the relationship between father and son, and shouted for Jiang Sun Che to come again.

Jiang Sun Che is also helpless, he really doesn't know how to use a sword, and there is not much memory of swordsmanship in the memory of his predecessor, every time his predecessor is trained by Jiang Yiquan, he is stealing and playing tricks, his head hurts, his butt hurts, and there are various reasons.

He could only rely on instinct to chop indiscriminately, but because of the sixty catties of weight on his body, his movements were very slow, and he couldn't touch Jiang Yiquan at all.

Jiang Sun Che's body was only sixteen years old, and because of the flowers and drinks in his predecessor, his physical strength was really not very good, and he began to pant for breath after a while.

But Daddy Jiang Yiquan still kept letting Jiang Sun Che attack him.

He really wanted to ask if he could change his weapon, but he didn't dare to speak, because if he spoke at this time, his physical strength would be lost faster.

If you talk about dagger attack and defense, military boxing drills, he, a veteran, can still do it, but he really can't do this sword, gun, sword and halberd.

As time passed, Jiang Yiquan didn't fight back at all, and dodged all of Jiang Sunche's attacks like a leisurely walk, and Jiang Sunche's movements became slower and slower, and in the end, he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

Seeing his son fall to the ground, Jiang Sun Che just wanted to scold him for not being angry, but suddenly remembered that he was here to contact his feelings, why did he knock his son down again, and hurried over to help.

Just when Jiang Yiquan was approaching his son, he suddenly noticed something, his toes touched the ground, his body retreated, and Jiang Sun Che, who fell to the ground, swung his sword with his backhand and slashed at his father by using a dagger.

Jiang Yiquan had already dodged quickly, but he was still slashed by Jiang Sun Che's sword to the side of the skirt armor.

Jiang Sun Che gasped desperately, the sword in his hand fell to the side, and he had exhausted all his strength.

"It's not bad, the soldiers don't get tired of cheating."

To Jiang Sunche's surprise, Jiang Yiquan didn't blame, but praised a little.

Jiang Yiquan didn't care about his son's little conspiracy, and even felt a little relieved that his son would finally not just play around, but also learn to show weakness to the enemy.

He is a general, and of course it is impossible to lead troops to fight by relying on a large number of people and charging together. In order to win the war and reduce losses, Jiang Yiquan himself will choose various strategies, in his opinion, as long as the bottom line is firmly guarded, some small schemes are nothing.

In fact, Jiang Yiquan was also a little concerned just now, and he would never make such a mistake on the battlefield.

But carelessness is carelessness, and Jiang Yiquan has already begun self-reflection in his heart.

"Go back and rest and continue in the afternoon." Jiang Yiquan helped his son up and said.

Jiang Sun Che's face, which was still a little excited, immediately collapsed.

"Come back in the afternoon?"

Jiang Yiquan's face that had just softened became stern again, "Practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, of course, you have to practice diligently every day." ”

"Yes, the child knows." Jiang Sunche said with a sad face, he didn't dare to mention the matter of winning at all, let alone ask what the reward was.

Jiang Yiquan looked at his son who was helped back, with a relieved expression on his face.

This kid has finally grown up, at least this time he didn't sneak away and try to slip away. It seems that I didn't fight in vain, hahaha......

But this kid can be regarded as a winner, so what reward will he give? Then reward him for practicing a thousand stabs, well, yes, that's all. ’