Jixia City, the first Yonghou Mansion.

Lu Shaoqing was holding a knife and glaring at a stake dummy.

Bai Weishan, the number one master under Xianyong Hou, stood behind him with a black face.

The young marquis's interest in learning martial arts has been increasing day by day these days.

First, he searched everywhere in the study of the Hou Mansion for sword and sword scores.

After I couldn't understand it, I went to look for Hu Ang, but I still touched my nose.

What I got was the cold sentence again:

"I can only use it, I won't teach it."

In desperation, he could only go to Bai Weishan.

I don't know what this young marquis thinks.

If you want to learn martial arts, you didn't go to his father, who is known as invincible, and he didn't go to Bai Weishan, the head of the 100,000 pro-army under his father, but first went to the son of the Houfu groom who had never seen him sword.

Maybe it's because he has always looked down on the strategist Fang Heda, so he was implicated in Bai Weishan, who was also known as the Marquis of Xianyong's Mansion with a single article and a martial arts.

Although Bai Weishan was somewhat dissatisfied with the young master treating him as a backup, for the sake of the Hou Ye's face, he still pulled down his face to teach the young Hou Ye knife technique.

"Middle Gate, Thorn!"

With Bai Weishan's broken drink, Lu Shaoqing assaulted with a knife, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the middle door of the stake dummy.

He had always only held a wine glass and put his hand around the girl, but now he held the long steel knife very tightly, his right hand was close to the blade, and his left hand was under it, the blade was as steady as a stone, and when it cut through the air, it let out a light roar.

There was a muffled sound of "pop", and the tip of the knife was firmly in the wood.

Lu Shaoqing withdrew his knife and retreated, but he heard Bai Weishan's loud shout:

"Left middle flat, waist chop, split!"

The long knife drew a near-perfect semicircle and slashed horizontally towards the middle of the stake.

This blow was so powerful that the blade of the knife almost sank into the stake, which shocked Lu Shaoqing's mouth numb, and the long knife was almost out of his hand.

Lu Shaoqing grinned and pulled the knife out of the stake, threw the knife on the ground with a clatter, rubbed his wrist and shouted at Bai Weishan:

"Bai Weishan, can you teach! What kind of knife is this?! ”

Bai Weishan suppressed his temper and replied in a deep voice:

"Young master, what Bai taught you is the real knife technique."

Lu Shaoqing looked disdainful and said:

"What a, you haven't seen anyone use a knife before? In the past two days, you have asked me to either thorn or chop at this wooden lump, what is the difference between a woodcutter, have you taught me a trick and a style?! ”

Bai Weishan still replied patiently:

"Young master, straight stabs, horizontal slashes, and punching slashes are the most basic swordsmanship, if you don't practice these well, all the moves are just fancy......"

"Bai Weishan, why do you talk so much! Don't practice anymore! ”

The young marquis dropped a sentence and walked away, and the long steel knife was also abandoned in place.

Bai Weishan's face was pale, he silently picked up the long knife, walked to the stake dummy, turned his wrist lightly, the blade rose, and the arm of the dummy with the iron and wood core was suddenly broken into two sections.

"Vertical sons can't be taught!"

When Bai Weishan's mood calmed down, he suddenly noticed a few cracks on the dummy stake that were stabbed by Lu Shaoqing.

The crack is smooth and smooth, and each knife is three points into the wood, which shows that the knife is clean and neat, and there is no mud and water.

Lu Shaoqing has only been practicing knives for two days, but he can achieve this level.

Could it be that he really has the talent to practice martial arts?

Bai Weishan was stunned in place, puzzled......

Lu Shaoqing didn't go far before he saw Lu Dingguo standing not far away looking at him.

It seems that when Lu Shaoqing was practicing the sword, this Xian Yonghou had been observing from the side for a while

Lu Shaoqing greeted him, his face was full of dissatisfaction, and he shouted:

"Dad, you stand here and watch for a long time, and you don't go to talk about Bai Weishan, let him teach a knife, what is this teaching!"

"Stupid." Lu Dingguo scolded angrily.

Lu Shaoqing still has to argue:

"Am I stupid? Am I stupid enough to read the Hundred Swords in three days? ”

"There's a fart."

"I ......"

Lu Shaoqing was so speechless by his father's two sentences, and he couldn't speak with a red neck.

Lu Dingguo snorted and said:

"What Bai Weishan taught you is the skills he has only developed after crawling and rolling on the battlefield and the gladiatorial arena, can you compare with him with the fancy shelf you see on the knife book?"

Lu Shaoqing still has to talk back:

"I don't go to the battlefield and gladiatorial arena, why do you learn his killing skills?"

"Then what are you doing with swordsmanship?"

"Walking the rivers and lakes, walking the rivers and lakes must always wear a knife and a sword, just wearing a knife will not use a knife, it will be laughed at."

"You ......"

This time it was Lu Dingguo's turn to be choked and speechless.

Lu Shaoqing still didn't care, and changed the topic and asked:

"Dad, that Hu Ang is carrying a black knife all day long, will he use it, isn't he the son of the old groom before?"

Lu Dingguo snorted coldly and said:

"Hmph, he practiced drawing a knife and killing the world's best murderous knife technique."

Lu Shaoqing's jaw dropped in shock, this little brother Hu was deeply hidden, and hurriedly asked:

"Dad, isn't the number one master under you Bai Weishan, why did you come up with the world's first sword?"

"Idiot! I said that he practiced the world's number one killing knife technique, but I didn't say that he was the number one in the world, and the martial arts techniques and weapons were the strongest, but people would always be surpassed, and no one could always occupy the first. ”

"That'...... Brother Hu's swarthy black knife is ......"

"That's it!"

Lu Dingguo suddenly interrupted him, stared at Lu Shaoqing's eyes, and said seriously:

"I have placed Hu Ang by your side, and one thing you must remember is that if one day the knife in his hand is unsheathed, no matter who the knife is aimed at, you will do only one thing for me."

In the following words, what Lu Dingguo said was even more solemn:

"Just run for me! Run as far as you want! ”

Lu Shaoqing was taken aback again, and was even frightened by Lu Dingguo's sudden change in tone and expression, and said a little timidly:

"Daddy, this ...... Didn't you say this earlier, I used to beg that little brother Hu to draw a knife and show me every day. ”

Lu Dingguo's expression eased slightly, and he said lightly:

"That's because I believe in Hu Ang, and I won't be as stupid as you."

"I ...... I'd better go see my parrot pigeon......"

Lu Shaoqing couldn't raise his energy to refute his father again, rubbed his sore shoulder, and prepared to go back to do something that he should do as a gentleman.

"Wait."

Lu Dingguo stopped him, and then said:

"There is one more thing I haven't told you, since you want to learn martial arts, then Lian Wen will study together, study hard, and you will have to accompany someone to learn together in a few days."

Lu Shaoqing stopped and turned around, and asked in confusion:

"Learn literature and martial arts? Still with someone? Daddy, are you serious? When I grow up so big, I only have someone to accompany me, how can there be a reason for me to accompany others. Could it be that the emperor has an heir at such a young age and wants me to accompany the prince to study? ”

Lu Dingguo slapped him on the back of the head and scolded:

"Bastard! Great disrespect! ”

Lu Shaoqing was in pain, rubbing his head and muttering:

"Then who is so face-saving?"

Lu Dingguo looked like he hated iron but not steel, sighed, and sighed in his heart how he gave birth to such an unsuccessful son.

When he finally calmed down his unwillingness, Lu Dingguo replied angrily:

"The Prince of Tiele!"