"Gao, this is the bamboo sword. You can choose one that you are comfortable with!"
Wang Li glanced at Ying Gao with pity, and warned him a little worriedly, "Gao, my grandfather can't get rid of the sand in his eyes, even if he cuts his sword five hundred times, it won't be enough if he cuts it even once less!"
"Don't be sneaky or sneaky, otherwise, grandpa will definitely be angry..."
"Thank you, Brother Li, for warning me. Ying Gao would not do such a short-sighted thing!" There was a trace of gratitude deep in Ying Gao's eyes. He knew that Wang Li was doing it for his own good.
However, Ying Gao is a mentally mature person after all, so he naturally knows that there are no secrets for Wang Jian in this palace.
Slashing the sword five hundred times may not be a test!
Moreover, Ying Gao knew a truth: Only by enduring hardship can one become a master.
If he cannot endure hardship, not only will his body be permanently damaged, but the King of Qin and the Wang family will also be disappointed. If all these things are really considered, the gains outweigh the losses.
Therefore, even if he died from exhaustion here today, he must chop down these five hundred swords.
With this thought in mind, Ying Gao took out a bamboo sword from a pile of bamboo swords, walked to the poplar tree in front of him, took aim, and chopped it down with his sword.
"Boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and a huge force came, causing Ying Gao's tiger's mouth to hurt. For a moment, he couldn't hold the sword and bamboo sword, and he almost let go.
"call……"
After adjusting his breathing, Ying Gao changed the tightness of his hands several times, and aimed and struck again...
So repeatedly!
…
"Master, the king has sent a maid to serve the third young master..." The elder walked into the study and reported to Wang Jian, with a solemn look on his face.
"Send the person back, and also give the king a message, there is a maid in my palace..."
"promise!"
…
Wang Jian knows that if you want to temper a person, you must work hard and train him from an early age.
Now Ying Gao is six and a half years old and needs to be severely polished. Although he will not accept Ying Gao as his disciple, Wang Jian will not be stingy either.
Whenever possible, he also wants to help Da Qin and create a powerful young master. As for the future, he can't think of it at the moment, and he doesn't want to think about it.
After thinking this, Wang Jian put down the bamboo slips in his hand, turned around and walked out. Standing in a hidden attic, Wang Jian looked at the two sweating teenagers in the backyard with the corners of his mouth raised.
Wang Jian has trained Wang Li since he was a child. He knows that Wang Li is only a middle-level talent and wants to reach the top unless there is a big opportunity.
Opportunity is such a rare thing that even he has no way of getting started.
He didn't know much about Ying Gao and didn't know Ying Gao's qualifications. Wang Jian knew that this would require long-term observation and Ying Gao's efforts.
Looking at Ying Gao, who was swaying and still chopping his sword, Wang Jian ordered the elder, "Prepare the medicinal materials sent by the royal family and give them to Wang Ben."
"Then let Ying Gao practice his sword and then take a medicinal bath. As for Xiao Li, I will do it myself!"
"promise!"
Slashing the sword five hundred times at once is not only a test of will for a six-and-a-half-year-old child, but also a huge load on the body.
If it is not properly maintained, it will definitely be destroyed!
And Ying Gao can fail to practice, but he must not fail through practice, otherwise, he will not be able to explain to the King of Qin at all.
…
On the martial arts training ground, Ying Gao's forehead was covered with sweat. He had already struck him 495 times.
Six handles of the bamboo sword were also chopped off. At this moment, he was holding the seventh bamboo sword tightly, his arms were shaking, his legs were weak, and his breathing was rapid.
He has reached his limit!
"kill--!"
The sword struck out and the bamboo sword fell to the ground. Ying Gao's legs softened and he fell to his knees. His cheeks were red and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
The whole person felt like he was in a steamer, and even with the occasional breeze, he couldn't feel the slightest bit of coolness.
Every blow was a blow infused with all of Ying Gao's energy and spirit. He was highly concentrated and had extreme control over his power, which made Ying Gao physically and mentally exhausted.
At this time, Wang Li had completed the task assigned by Wang Jian and appeared beside Ying Gao. He ignored Ying Gao's eager eyes and said.
"Gao, stand up, stand up, you are the descendant of the old Qin people, stand up..."
Wang Li kept tempting him at the side. When the three Lao Qin people appeared, Ying Gao seemed to have a burst of strength injected into his body, and he struggled to get up.
"High, chop the sword, chop the sword quickly, with just four swords, today's suffering will be over..."
Holding the bamboo sword, Ying Gao struggled to walk towards him. When he was about a distance away, Lun Yuan slashed out with his sword.
"thump--!"
With a slash of the sword, Ying Gao continued to fall. At this time, Lao Gao's mouth was swollen and he could no longer hold the sword.
"Huhuhu..."
With continuous rapid breathing, Ying Gao's eyes flashed with madness, and he murmured to himself, "I am the son of King Qin, the young master of Great Qin, kill——!"
Holding the sword with difficulty, Ying Gao rushed forward as if he was crazy and slashed with his sword.
"kill--!"
When Ying Gao slashed out the 499th sword, Wang Jian's face on the attic changed slightly, and there was a trace of emotion deep in his eyes.
Ying Gao's madness and resilience are far superior to those of six-and-a-half-year-old Wang Li. Moreover, Ying Gao is determined and will never give up until he reaches 500 swords.
With a thought, Wang Jian had a glimmer of expectation for this unknown third son.
"For Great Qin, I will kill, kill..."
Ying Gao roared angrily and struck out with his long sword, but this time, it struck the air without any accident.
Seeing Ying Gao fainted, Wang Li dragged Ying Gao over and handed him over to his father Wang Ben. Wang Ben glanced at Wang Li and warned, "Go to your grandfather, and leave this place to your father!"
"promise!"
Wang Li knew that after every day of training, he must take a medicinal bath, otherwise he would not be able to leave the bed the next day and could only take care of himself slowly.
This is the reason why the poor in literature and the rich in military affairs!
If you want to sharpen your muscles and bones, you need a unique secret recipe, and you also need a unique and massive supply of medicinal materials. If the royal family hadn't provided it for Ying Gao, it would have been difficult for the Wang family to supply it.
This is why in every generation of military families, there are only one or two people who are amazingly talented.
"Take off the Third Young Master's clothes, and then put them in——!" Wang Ben ordered and told the servants, "Look after the Third Young Master at all times, and there must be no mistakes——!"
"promise!"
Wang Ben was also a busy man, and it was impossible to keep watch over Ying Gao. After preparing the medicinal bath, he left the room.
He came to Wang Jian's study, bowed solemnly to Wang Jian, then stood up and said: "Father, this third young master has good toughness. If he can make up for his foundation, he may not be a good general!"
"Li'er is just a middle-class person, I'm afraid he won't be able to inherit your and my mantle!"
Hearing this, Wang Jian's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice to Wang Ben: "Now the King of Qin is in charge, the King has not established a queen, and the third son is precociously intelligent..."
"Growing up in the royal family, that position is the most fatal temptation, and you also know the king's aspirations..."