After having enough wine and food.
Qin Shihuang came to the backyard.
Wang Jian stood in front, holding a long bow. This is not the wooden bow in the school, but a genuine hard bow made of horn. The top of the bow is made of fine mulberry wood, seven feet long, wrapped with silk and painted.
There is naturally a reason why it happened suddenly.
Cao Xiu recognized their knowledge very much. Not only could they read and write, they were also proficient in laws, regulations and political commentaries and dabbled in hundreds of schools of thought. Xiao Wang is not simple either. He is well versed in the art of war. Even Cao Xiu was defeated by him.
Therefore, Cao Xiu had no intention of letting them go to school again.
Literary affairs are fine, but it depends on martial arts.
During this period, there was no separation between civil and military affairs. Military generals could write to govern the country, and civilian officials could also go into battle to kill the enemy. Just like Neishiteng of Xianyang, he led troops to destroy Han, but he was also able to govern counties and counties, and he also wrote an outline of supporting the country such as "The Way of Officials".
Cao Xiu adopted refugee orphans and spent money to cultivate them. Naturally, they strive to spend the least amount of money so that they can become proficient in all aspects. For example, there is nothing wrong with Azheng Xiaowang's literary skills. Now we just want to see how they are doing in terms of martial arts.
"Xiao Wang, you have to perform well. You only need to hit the bullseye twenty steps away, and you will be considered qualified."
"You look down on me?"
"Forehead?"
Wang Jian took another ten steps back.
Without thinking, he raised his bow and shot.
The movement was crisp and neat, and the arrow passed over Cao Xiu like a dragon.
And then...it missed the target!
Cao Xiu looked at the arrow that shot straight on the peach tree, suppressing a smile and said: "Young man, you are still too impulsive after all. Why do you pretend to be okay? You are several feet away from the target, but for It’s really okay for you.”
"Take a closer look at Zhuzi!"
Cao Xiu frowned and looked up.
This sight immediately stunned him.
This arrow actually hit a cicada with great accuracy!
Got a big piece of grass? !
A full thirty steps apart, so accurate?
"This this……"
"Ha, as expected, you are still getting stronger with age!"
"Hahaha!"
Wang Jian also smiled heartily. He had been a general since the time of King Zhao. For him, riding horses and shooting arrows was like eating. Moreover, he is extremely talented in bow and arrow. He can easily hit the bull's-eye as a beginner, which is even better than Lou Fan's master shot.
In fact, his health failed a few years ago. It's okay to lead the troops, but the arrows often go wrong. After all, as you get older, it is normal for you to have difficulty ejaculating accurately. But since rejuvenating, he has become energetic. My waist no longer aches and my legs no longer hurt. I feel more energetic going upstairs. I can climb several floors in one breath!
"Don't laugh like that."
"It's nothing if you shoot accurately. Come and show me how to dance with the sword."
"Stop looking, it's you."
Cao Xiu casually threw the sword to Azheng.
Holding the bronze sword, Qin Shihuang was slightly stunned. As the king of Qin, riding horses, archery, and sword dancing are all basic skills. In the past, Jing Ke came to assassinate him, but he avoided drawing his sword and killed him. You know, Jing Ke is a world-famous knight-errant.
Looking at the sharp sword, Qin Shihuang seemed to have returned to more than thirty years ago.
…
Zhao State, Handan.
"Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng, hurry up and hold the horse for the young master!"
"Are you Zhao Zheng or Lu Zheng?"
"I am Gongzi Zheng!!!"
"Haha, you are an abandoned bastard!"
"The people of Qin are all barbarians. Hurry up and lead the horse for me!"
"stop!"
"Here comes Prince Dan, let's go..."
The seven-year-old Gong Zizheng was covered in wounds. He didn't care about these injuries, he cared more about his identity. His father is the King of Qin, so he is Gong Zizheng. But those Zhao people called him Zhao Zheng or Lu Zheng, which was a disguised form of humiliation that he was not the prince of Qin!
Let's talk about Prince Dan. Everyone in Zhao calls it Prince Pill. Who dares to call it Yan Dan or Ji Dan?
"Dan, I want to learn the sword from you!"
"Why do you want to learn to sword?"
"Kill people so that they will never dare to humiliate me again!"
"The sword is for the benevolent, not for killing."
"Weapons are weapons, and they are for killing!"
Qin Shihuang returned to reality from his thoughts.
Swing the long sword and cut off all memories.
After the fall of Zhao State, he went to Handan in person. At that time, everyone who had a grudge against him and insulted him was all tricked and killed by him!
His swordsmanship was full of killing intent. The sword moves are actually not as fancy as those in the TV series, they are nothing more than stabbing, slashing, hanging and teasing... It seems simple, but in fact it requires a lot of time to practice hard.
"Shaojun's swordsmanship is so amazing!"
Wang Jian praised him from the side.
He has discussed with the First Emperor and will no longer call him "Your Majesty" in front of outsiders. It's not that he's afraid of others being suspicious, it's just that he doesn't want to be laughed at by Cao Xiu anymore. The way they look now, we can't blame Cao Xiu for not believing them, it's better to just let nature take its course.
"Well, that's good."
Cao Xiu didn't care about this title. Shaojun is not just a title for him. As long as there is no more His Majesty, he can accept it.
As for swordsmanship?
He knows a lot of swordsmanship.
His cousin Cao Shen had previously asked him to practice swordsmanship. After three days of learning, there were several blood blisters on the tiger's mouth of his right hand. According to Cao Shen, as long as he persisted in practicing for more than ten years, he would achieve success, and then he wisely gave up. After all, there are always people waiting to die, so why can't it be him?
"Speaking of which, you two are really versatile in both civil and military affairs!"
"Isn't that natural?"
"..."
Cao Xiu was immediately speechless.
He is now more and more certain that these two are definitely not small. Judging from their performance, they must be from the nobles of the Six Nations. Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid is just a way for them to hide themselves. Look, won't it be back to normal now?
Humph, you still want to fool him just now?
young!
"So, what do you want?"
"Originally, I was thinking of letting you practice literature and martial arts, but it turns out that you are all-rounders in both literature and martial arts. In that case, you can only do some chores in my house first. Especially your swordsmanship, it is simply useless if you don't use it to chop firewood. What a waste! Let’s go ahead and chop up today’s two rocks of firewood for me.”
"Xiu'er! You..."
Qin Shihuang was so angry that he could not speak. He wished he could kill Cao Xiu with his sword. He thought he was going to be entrusted with an important task, but ended up asking him to chop wood?
Damn that thief Cao!
"I'll chop it!"
At the critical moment, Wang Jian stepped out again.
You are worthy of being my minister of humerus!
Look at this self-consciousness, good, good!
"Chop it with a hammer." Cao Xiu touched his nose, "You continue to serve the potatoes. You are doing a good job of watering them. Today we will weed and catch insects. Take good care of them."
"how about you?"
"Me? I take a nap."
"..."
"..."
Wang Jian gritted his teeth, "If this potato is really important, why would you eat it? I think you said that deliberately, just to torment me!"
"You're wrong about that."
"What?"
"Guess how much potatoes can be produced per acre?"
"Is it possible that there are twenty stones?"
Wang Jian didn't care and spoke with a smile.
"Twenty stones is not."
"What's the use?"
"It's only fifty stones."
"Oh, it's only fifty stones!"
After Wang Jian finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Fifty stones?!"
