Ziyun stood in Yang Bing's courtyard, looking helplessly at a hut next to Yang Bing's house, Yang Bing bought it from outside three days ago and didn't know what it was, so he mysteriously entered the hut and told Ziyun not to see anyone.

"Young master, young master?"

Yang Bing, who was in the hut, woke up from a piece of bed: "What are you doing! Didn't you say it, no one would come and see you! ”

Ziyun sighed and said in his heart that his young master is really childish, his temper comes up as soon as he says, and when he turned around and was about to leave, he saw Yang Xiyuan standing behind her.

"Ahh Master! Ziyun exclaimed in surprise and wanted to knock on the door again, but was stopped by Yang Xiyuan.

Yang Xiyuan waved his hand to signal Ziyun to retreat, came to the door and put his ear on the door to listen, seeing that there was no sound inside, Yang Xiyuan reached out and knocked on the door a few times, only to hear Yang Bing yelling inside, and then he didn't know what was smashed on the door.

The ancient doors and windows are generally papier-mâché, not strong at all, Yang Xiyuan just stood up straight and wanted to kick the door open, only to see an inkstone break out of the window, straight hit Yang Xiyuan's front door, and the ink inside also affected the purple cloud behind.

"!! Bang! ”

"Oops!" "Sir! Are you alright? ”

Yang Xiyuan was smashed to the ground by this inkstone, Ziyun couldn't care about the ink on his face, and hurriedly went to help Yang Xiyuan.

"Rebel!" Yang Xiyuan sat on the ground, his face covered with ink, and his eyes were already swollen.

Yang Xiyuan's hands trembled, he thought that after returning from the frontier, his son would become better, but now it seems that this temper is different from before!

Thinking of this, Yang Xiyuan kicked on the wooden door, and the wooden door was like paper paste under Yang Xiyuan's feet.

"You rebel! You think you can go to heaven if you make a meritorious service! I dare to beat you Lao Tzu! See if I don't smoke you today! Yang Xiyuan walked into the house quickly, kicked Yang Bing to the ground, Yang Bing, who had just woken up, could react, and suddenly lay on the ground, followed by Yang Xiyuan kicked Yang Bing's buttocks.

"Eh! Yes!!! Yang Bing's painful wail, the voice resounded throughout the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the room was like a picture of father and son's filial piety.

About half a moment later, Yang Bing sat on the chair in the main hall with a blue nose and a swollen face full of grievances, staring at Yang Xiyuan with round eyes.

Yang Xiyuan didn't notice Yang Bing at all, but kept looking at a three-edged dagger with a length of about one foot five in his hand, as if he was holding a treasure, and his mouth kept exclaiming: "Okay, good, what a good blade!" ”

This is Yang Bing spent three days to reproduce the three-edged army thorn, although the texture and materials are not as good as the previous life, but in the current dynasty, it is also a cross-era product, the Ming Dynasty's medical level is backward, if you are stabbed by this three-sided army thorn on the battlefield, the chance of survival can be said to be zero.

Yang Bing originally just wanted to make a self-defense for himself, but who knew that he had been busy all night, and he only got it out at dawn, and just wanted to squint for a while, Ziyun came, and after driving away Ziyun, Yang Bing heard the knock on the door again and thought it was still Ziyun, so he took the inkstone at hand and threw it over, but was beaten by Yang Xiyuan.

In the end, it was Yang Bing who took out this three-edged army thorn and escaped the catastrophe.

Yang Xiyuan looked up at Yang Bing, and when he saw his son glaring at him angrily, Yang Xiyuan's face was also a little embarrassed: "Uh, that, what's the name of your weapon?" ”

Yang Bing didn't speak, turned his head and didn't look at Yang Xiyuan, obviously he hadn't lost his anger yet.

In his previous life, where did Yang Bing suffer such grievances, he wanted to cry for a while, Yang Bing's heart said that he had never encountered a good thing since he crossed over, and he was first sent to Jincheng, which was besieged by the army, although he had ambitions and wanted to go into battle to kill the enemy, but his father didn't take himself to heart, if it wasn't for his previous life as a special soldier, otherwise he would have just crossed over and hung up vegetables.

The second is a reward, he obviously made such a great achievement, but he only gave him a positive and a hundred taels of silver, this is not fooling people! He also sent himself out as an inverted door.

Today, his good father in the Ming Dynasty couldn't help but beat himself up on the ground, Yang Bing's heart was like a big stone, his nose became sour, his eyes began to be hot, and he looked up at the sky and shouted in his heart: "Who did I provoke!! ”

It's just that all this has become Yang Bing's temper in Yang Xiyuan's eyes, and he immediately straightened his face and reached out to pat the table: "Your father asked you!" ”

Hearing this slap on the table, Yang Bing was like a muscle reaction, and immediately turned around obediently: "Three-edged thorn." ”

Ziyun couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw Yang Bing like this on the side, Yang Bing turned his head to look at Ziyun with ink on his face: "What are you laughing at!" I'm laughing at you! ”

Ziyun immediately stopped laughing, not because she was afraid that Yang Bing would beat her, but now Ziyun was much more cheerful than before, all because of Yang Bing's changes.

Yang Xiyuan stared at him: "Who to smoke!" You smoke a purple cloud and try it! Ziyun serves you every day, you still treat you so harshly, you look at when your father has abused his subordinates, and then you look at the subordinates of our family who are not happy to work, only the subordinates in your courtyard, all day long sad and frightened, I am upset! ”

When Ziyun heard this, he quickly knelt down: "Master, the young master was just joking just now, please don't blame the young master." ”

"Look at it, a maid is more open-minded than you!" Yang Xiyuan pointed at Yang Bing's nose and reprimanded.

However, after glancing at Ziyun, whose face was covered with ink, Yang Xiyuan waved his hand: "You go down first, pack up." ”

"Yes." Ziyun retreated, and only Yang Xiyuan's father and son were left in the main hall.

Yang Xiyuan was no longer angry at this moment, and asked with a serious face: "Son, does anyone still know the method of making your three-edged thorn?" ”

Yang Bing saw that he was playing and making trouble, and he also explained solemnly: "Until now, only you, me, and Ziyun know. ”

Yang Xiyuan nodded: "Well, Ziyun is our own people don't have to worry, this three-edged thorn seems simple, but it is something that I have never had in the past." ”

Yang Bing saw that the time had come, and knelt on the ground to ask Yang Xiyuan for his life: "Dad, I built this three-edged thorn just to show it to you, and I want you to give me an order to let me go to the military camp for training!" ”

This is Yang Bing's true will, after all, it is the old business of his previous life, if he says that the poetry is right, Yang Bing may not be good, but he can train an elite special forces, he can do it easily.

"Training?" Yang Xiyuan looked at Yang Bing with some astonishment, and said in his heart that he couldn't understand his son.

"Exactly, after the first battle of Jincheng, I found that although the soldiers of our dynasty are all brave, they are really inferior to the Tatar soldiers in terms of tactics and physical strength, especially those generals, when facing the Hatan army, I saw that a small general under Hatan actually needs our three lieutenants to work together to deal with it, so my son wants to train soldiers, and my son wants to train an elite soldier who can fight against a hundred!" What Yang Bing said was the truth, the Tatar soldiers, who had lived on horseback since childhood, were arrogant by nature.

And the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, most of them were men from poor families, they couldn't afford to eat, and the training of the Ming Dynasty army was just a child in Yang Bing's eyes, and the Ming Dynasty had a crushing victory against the Tatar army.

Yang Xiyuan listened to Yang Bing's words and felt that it was not unreasonable, so he also expressed his opinion, and the father and son discussed in the main hall for nearly two hours.

Two hours later, Yang Xiyuan returned to his room satisfied, and Yang Bing got on the horse neatly dressed, with an extra waist card engraved with an orchid on his waist.