MTL - I Want To Be Qin II-Chapter 8 The returned green lotus【for collection, for recommendation】

  Chapter 8 The returned green lotus【For collection, for recommendation】

   "Gao, this is the bamboo sword, you can pick a handy messenger yourself!"

  Wang Li glanced at Ying Gao pitifully, and warned him a little worriedly, "Gao, grandfather can't rub the sand in his eyes, he has chopped the sword five hundred times, not even one less!"

   "You don't want to cheat, or my grandfather will be angry..."

   "Thank you brother Li for warning, Ying Gao will not do such short-sighted things!" There was a trace of gratitude in Ying Gao's eyes, he knew that Wang Li was for his own good.

   However, Yinggao is a mature person anyway, and he naturally knows that in this palace, there are no secrets to Wang Jian at all.

   Splitting the sword five hundred times is not necessarily a test!

   Moreover, Ying Gao understands a truth, one who suffers in hardship can be a superior person.

  If he can't endure hardships, not only will his body be permanently damaged, but also the King of Qin and the Wang family will be disappointed.

   Therefore, even if he is exhausted here today, he must cut down these five hundred swords.

   At this point, Ying Gao took out one of the bamboo swords, went to the poplar tree in front of him, aimed, and slashed down with one sword.

   "Boom!"

   There was a muffled sound, a huge force hit, Ying Gao Hu's mouth hurt, and for a while, Jian Bamboo Sword couldn't hold it, and almost let go.

   "Call..."

   adjusted his breathing, Yinggao changed the tension of his hands a few times, and aimed again to split...

   So repeatedly!

  …

   "Patriarch, the king has sent a palace maid to serve the third son..." The old man walked into the study and reported to Wang Jian with a solemn expression.

   "Send the person back, and also bring a message to the king, there is a maid in my palace..."

   "No!"

  …

  Wang Jian knows that if you want to train a person, you must work hard and cultivate it from an early age.

   Today's Ying Gao is six and a half years old, and must be sharply polished. Although he will not accept Ying Gao as an apprentice, Wang Jian will not be stingy.

   As long as it is possible, he also wants to help Da Qin and create a powerful son. As for the future, he can't think of it at this moment, and he doesn't want to think about it.

   After thinking about this, Wang Jian put down the bamboo slips in his hand, turned around and walked out. Standing on a hidden attic, Wang Jian looked at the two sweaty teenagers in the backyard, the corners of his mouth raised.

  Wang Jian has cultivated Wang Li since he was a child. He knows that Wang Li is only a middle-class person. If he wants to reach the peak, unless there is a big opportunity.

   And opportunity is something that can’t be found, even he can’t start it.

   He doesn't know much about Ying Gao, and he doesn't know Ying Gao's aptitude. Wang Jian knows that this requires long-term observation and Ying Gao's efforts.

   Looking at Ying Gao, who was swaying and still chopping his sword, Wang Jian instructed the elder, "Prepare the medicinal materials sent by the royal family and give it to Wang Ben."

   "Then let Yinggao practice his sword and go to the medicinal bath. As for Xiaoli, this old man will come by himself!"

   "No!"

   Chop the sword five hundred times at once, which is not only a test of will for a six and a half-year-old child, but also a great burden on the body.

  If you don’t take care of it properly, you will definitely be abandoned!

   And Yinggao may not have been trained, but he must not be abandoned, otherwise, he would not be able to explain to the King of Qin at all.

  …

   On the martial arts field, Yinggao's forehead was covered in sweat, and he had already hacked 495 times.

The    bamboo sword was also split into six pieces. At this moment, he was holding the seventh bamboo sword tightly, his arms were trembling, his legs were weak, and his breathing was short.

   He has reached his limit!

"kill-!"

   A sword slashed out, the bamboo sword fell to the ground, Ying Gao knelt down on the ground with his legs soft, his cheeks flushed, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

   The whole person is like being in a steamer. Occasionally, the breeze blows, and he doesn't feel any coolness.

  Each blow is a blow full of Yinggao's spirit, energy, and spirit. He is highly concentrated and has extreme control over his power, which makes Yinggao physically and mentally exhausted.

   At this time, Wang Li had already completed the task set by Wang Jian, and now he was by Ying Gao's side, ignoring Ying Gao's eager eyes and said.

   "Gao, stand up, stand up, you are the son of the old Qin people, stand up..."

  Wang Li was constantly tempted by the side. When the three old Qin people appeared, Ying Gao's body seemed to be injected with strength, and he struggled to get up.

   "High, split the sword, split the sword quickly, as long as four swords, today's suffering will be over..."

   Holding the bamboo sword, Ying Gao struggled to walk towards it, and at about the distance, Lun Yuan slashed out with a sword.

   "Plop—!"

   A sword was cut out, and Ying Gao continued to fall. At this time, Ying Gao, whose mouth was swollen, could no longer hold the sword.

   "Huhuhu..."

   Breathing continuously, Ying Gao's eyes flashed with madness, and he muttered to himself, "I am the son of King Qin, the son of Da Qin, kill—!"

   Holding the sword with difficulty, Ying Gao rushed like crazy, and slashed out with one sword.

"kill-!"

   When Yinggao cut out the 499th sword, Wang Jian's expression on the attic changed slightly, and there was a hint of movement in the depths of his eyes.

   Yinggao's madness and tenacity are far above Wang Li, who is six and a half years old, and Yinggao's will is firm, and he will never give up until he reaches five hundred swords.

With the thought of   , Wang Jian had a little anticipation for this little-known third son.

   "For Da Qin, I will kill, kill..."

   Yinggao roared, and the long sword slashed out, but this time, it slashed empty without any accident.

   Seeing Yinggao fainting, Wang Li dragged Yinggao over and handed it over to his father Wang Ben. Wang Ben glanced at Wang Li and instructed, "Go to your grandfather, and hand it over to your father!"

   "No!"

  Wang Li knew that after every day of training, he had to take a medicated bath, otherwise, he would not be able to leave the bed the next day, so he could only take care of it slowly.

   This is the reason why the poor are rich and prosperous!

  If you want to polish your muscles and bones, you need a unique secret recipe, and you also need a unique and massive supply of medicinal materials. If it is not provided by the royal family for Yinggao, it will be difficult for the royal family to supply it.

  This is also a family of military and martial arts of every generation, only a few people are amazing and stunning.

   "Take off the third son's clothes, and put them in—!" Wang Ben gave an order, and told his servants, "Take care of the third son at any time, and make no mistake—!"

   "No!"

  Wang Ben is also a busy person, and it is impossible to keep guarding Ying Gao all the time. After preparing the medicinal bath, he left the room.

   He came to Wang Jian's study, bowed solemnly to Wang Jian, then got up and said, "Father, these three young masters have good toughness. If they can make up their foundation, they may not be good generals!"

   "Li'er is only a middle-class capital, I'm afraid I won't be able to inherit your mantle!"

   Hearing this, Wang Jian's eyes flickered for a while, and he said to Wang Ben in a deep voice, "Now the king of Qin is in charge, the king has not established his queen, and the third son is early Hui..."

   "Growing up in the royal family, that position is the most deadly temptation, and the king's will, you also know..."

   (end of this chapter)