The more he beat, the more surprised Xu Ze became. As a martial artist, he knew very well that a person's skills should be accumulated through hard work day and night. Why does His Highness behave today as if he has been practicing hard for several years?
Although it feels very abnormal, every time His Highness the Crown Prince retreats, it still seems that he has insufficient foundation, which cannot be deceived.
The battle continued until Li Xian was stabbed twenty times. He finally couldn't stand it anymore. He took a few steps back to distance himself and sat down on the ground.
This battle was extremely energy-consuming, not to mention that he was still wearing heavy armor. He could persist until now, but he was already a bit exhausted.
Seeing the prince sitting on the ground, Li Yun on the side quickly served him some cold water with a little salt.
After shaking off the sweat from his head, Li Xiancai took the water and drank a swig.
Putting away the wooden sword, Xu Ze scratched his head and walked over, saluting: "Your Highness, why have you made such great progress today? To be honest, I can't even believe that you can do this."
Putting down the teapot, Li Xian smiled and said: "It's a good thing to make great progress alone. Why don't you believe it? Do you think I can secretly practice martial arts in my sleep?"
After saying that, he stood up and sat on the chair brought by Li Yun to rest without taking off his armor.
His progress today is actually very simple, just because of one sentence: "Watch your hand with one sword, and watch your move with two swords."
He also forgot whether this sentence was said by Michelle Yeoh or some kung fu star. After all, it was a martial arts movie he watched with his father when he was a child, and he had almost forgotten it.
Although many martial arts movies are exaggerated, the martial arts principles in them are still relatively real. After all, the older generation of martial arts movies and TV series would really look for martial arts instructors, instead of just fooling around with crackling special effects.
This sentence really makes sense when it comes to looking at the hand with a single sword. When fighting with a horizontal sword, Xu Ze can't use his fists and kicks, and can only use the horizontal sword. Any changes in his horizontal sword will be reflected on his hand. Unless he cannot see it, as long as he sees the movement of his hand, he can predict how his next sword will strike.
He was overjoyed to be able to make tricks in archery. Who knew that he could also use this to make tricks in the training of Heng Dao.
In this era, although there were characters such as knights and knights, there was no established martial arts sect, let alone one with this boxing technique or that boxing technique. After asking Xu Ze and Li Yun, their views on martial arts were based on their accumulation of experience. When they predicted the trajectory of the opponent's sword, they relied entirely on experience and did not draw conclusions.
Taking a long breath, Li Xian was not happy about his trick today.
If it weren't for his own tricks, I'm afraid he would still be crushed by Xu Ze today. Even though he could interact with him now, if it was a fight to the death, Li Xian felt that he might be killed by him in just one meeting.
No matter who it is, they will be discouraged after realizing this huge gap, and he is no exception.
But despite being discouraged, it gave him more motivation.
If he keeps practicing like this, sooner or later, he will become a master.
After resting enough, Li Xian took off his armor and looked at Li Yun.
Li Yun accepted the idea, bowed and saluted, then walked up to Li Xian and said, "Your Highness, the sparring between our master and servant today is slightly different from yesterday. Today, we no longer count how many punches the slaves hit you. But if you attack the slave, if you can punch the slave, you will have achieved your goal."
"The kind that touches flesh?"
"That's right."
Looking at Li Yong's spacious supervisor uniform, Li Xian couldn't help but sigh.
Li Xian now truly believes that people who have practiced martial arts to a certain level are qualified to fight against ten or a hundred. In his spare time, Li Yun also fought with the guards of the East Palace. Twenty of the guards of the East Palace came together, but he beat each one of them. As for him, he only received a few punches and kicks, neither light nor heavy, and seemed to be fine.
The hands are yours and you can control them to make fists, and your feet are yours and you can control them to move. However, if you really have to control them to fight with one person, you will often have uncoordinated hands and feet.
The idea in my mind is very good, but my body just can't do it.
This is what happened when he was fighting against Li Yong. He obviously thought that he could quickly block Li Yong's punch, but the fact was that he was punched before his hand received the command from his brain.
Li Yun naturally didn't dare to use any force against the prince, so he just touched his body with his fist and left. But the more he behaves like this, the more Li Xian understands the gap between him and himself. There is no doubt that when this dead eunuch goes to make movies in the future, he will not need any martial arts at all, and he will not need to rely on Wia spring beds for various difficult actions.
The more impatient he is, the less he can even touch the corner of Li Yun's clothes.
Just when Li Xian was so angry that he was breathing heavily, Li Yun's voice rang out: "Your Highness, although anger can give people extraordinary strength, it can also make people lose their calmness and cannot judge and think. Remember slave? Did I teach you that?”
"Remember."
After answering, Li Xian stood still and managed to regain his composure. When he looked at Li Yun again, there was no trace of anger or unwillingness in his eyes.
Seeing His Highness the Crown Prince's change so quickly, Li Yun gave up his plan to let things go and became serious.
On the other side of the sand, Li Xian, who had finished his archery practice, was sitting on a chair holding a teapot and a small bag of dried fruits, eating and drinking, but never taking his eyes off his brother.
Seeing Xue Ne standing stupidly aside, Li Xian thought for a moment, waved to him, and gave him a handful of the dried fruit in his hand.
Xue Ne was naturally flattered and accepted it. Getting food from the King of England was as incredible as going to heaven.
"Xue Duzi, tell me, how much progress has Sixth Brother made now compared to before?"
Sure enough, there is no free dried fruit in the world. He sighed in his heart, and Xue Na said: "On the archery journey, no matter how humble I am, I can't believe it, but His Highness is really getting started. In the Hengdao battle, His Highness's performance today is only It can be said that it scared me. As for fists and kicks, haha, although His Highness has started, the distance from Xiaocheng is still too big."
"Actually, this is all related to His Highness learning martial arts too late. The most suitable age for practicing martial arts is around ten years old. While training your muscles and bones, you can learn to use your hands and feet. Sparring looks like punching and kicking. It's very simple, but , using both hands and feet and paying attention to the other party's changes is more than just doing two things at once. But..."
Hearing what Xue Ne said, Li Xian couldn't help but sigh. Who asked Brother Six to study when he was young, so his father arranged for him to be a great scholar. In addition to teaching, the great scholar knew how to instill in Brother Liu all day long such sayings as "a wise man works hard but does not work hard".
Seeing that Xue Ne hadn't finished speaking, Li Xian asked: "Just what? Don't whet my appetite."
Xue Ne smiled awkwardly, swallowed all the dried fruits in his mouth, and then said: "However, although these training should start from childhood, it cannot be said that it is too late to start training as an adult. That is, compared to For someone who has practiced martial arts since childhood, His Highness may need to put in more effort to break through the cage and truly become a master of martial arts."
Anyone can punch and kick, but no matter how fierce a person is, he will still get beaten when faced with a master of martial arts. It seems that practicing martial arts is easy, but if you learn it when you are older, and then transform from an ordinary person, the process is no less than turning from a chrysalis to a butterfly.
"Do you think Sixth Brother can make it?"
"Definitely."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because His Royal Highness is one of those rare people who has very strict requirements for himself. He has clearly exceeded the expectations of his humble position, but he still will not end the archery early, but will continue to communicate."
Li Xian stretched out his hand and glared at Xue Ne.
Xue Ne lowered his head in confusion and asked, "His Royal Highness, what are you doing?"
"I suddenly regretted giving you dried fruit. Listening to your words, why do I always feel that you are insinuating me?"
"...."
Seeing Xue Ne's confused look and not knowing how to answer, Li Xian smiled.
He put down the dried fruit, drained the teapot in one breath, stretched and said, "Brother, the emperor has finished his martial arts training. It will be some time before I learn archery from you. I suddenly want to give it a try."
Looking up at the sun in the sky, Xue Ne suddenly panicked.
Is this the same King of England who is lazy and needs praise and encouragement to move?
But... It's rare that His Royal Highness has a little ambition today, and naturally he is not willing to let go of such a good opportunity.
The summer sun is a bit harsh, but naturally no one in the martial arts arena cares about this.
Compared with the people in the East Palace martial arts arena, Wang Bo, who was in Luoyang, felt cold sweat all over his body even though he was under the sun.
Since he was lucky enough to survive and refused to be exonerated by the imperial court to be reinstated, he completely left the officialdom, cut off social contacts at home, and hid in Luoyang to live an ignoble existence.
Because of his own affairs, his father was demoted to a barbaric land as a county magistrate, which made him very ashamed. Is there anything more unfilial than being a son but dragging down your father?
He wanted to visit his father, but in the letter home, his father severely reprimanded him, saying that no matter what the court arranged, it was the right thing to do, and that he should return to officialdom honestly and serve the court.
He had completely despaired of officialdom. When he first wrote "The King's Chicken", it was just a joke. Who knew that the emperor had extended it to something else, dismissed him from office and drove him out of Chang'an. After finally correcting his mentality, he returned to Chang'an from Shu to participate in the scientific examination. With the help of his friend Ling Jiyou, a judicial officer in Guozhou, he found himself an official position in the army in Guozhou.
who knows....
Because of the incident involving the official slave Cao Da, he was once again imprisoned. If he hadn't been granted amnesty, his head would have been moved.
Of course, what made him despair about officialdom the most was not his own misfortune, but the fact that his second crime was purely framed. The official slave Cao Da cried so hard that he couldn't bear it, so he hid him. But later, who knew that this guy secretly searched official documents with the intention of framing him.
With good intentions, he actually attracted such hungry wolves to his home. At that time, he was so angry that he took action with hatred.
But who knew that when faced with his own evidence, his colleagues who had always smiled in front of him would send him to jail without even looking at it.
Where did the so-called colleagues come from! In the officialdom, there will always be a fight between you and me. It is just a fighting ground for trapped beasts. Who the hell wants to go back!
He had already decided that as long as he stayed in Luoyang for a year, he would ignore his father's warning and go to Jiaozhi to visit his father. No matter what, it was his son who had caused trouble to his old man, and he had to kneel down in front of him and admit his mistake.
Being confused doesn't mean that he has to stay at home and not go out. The weather is rare today. He put on a bamboo hat and came to the edge of Luoshui, preparing to kill time with fishing.
But who knew that before the fish was caught, a group of tough men with malicious intentions came and surrounded him, especially one of them, who actually had a horizontal knife on his waist.
What is a horizontal knife? The Tang Dynasty prohibited people from owning Hengdao. This big man was fierce and fierce, and he was wearing a Hengdao. He looked like a strongman at first glance.
Could it be that I, Wang Bo, am short-lived and deserve to die like this?
Thinking of his father who was still suffering, Wang Bo quickly turned over, took advantage of the situation and knelt on the ground. He took a deep breath and said, "Hero, spare your life. I still have a small amount of money in my family. Just take it and keep it for your next life. How about you? I'm sorry. My father is still suffering in the wilderness, and all I want to do is to visit his old man once, to fulfill his filial duty, and to hope that he will become a good man!"
Hearing Wang Bo's words, the big man was very depressed, but seeing him kneeling on the ground, although there was no incense table, he still had a posture.
He reached into his arms, and just when Wang Bo looked horrified and thought he was going to take out a dagger or poison, who knew he would take out a golden imperial edict.
Unfolding the imperial edict, the big man read: "The Emperor of Heaven has decreed: In the past, Wang Bo, a literary scholar in the Yong Palace, wrote "The King of Ying's Chicken", and I used it to instigate brothers to fight against each other. The crime is unforgivable. Later, he broke the law. Only with amnesty can he survive. Now Yong Yong The king asked for a saint and described his feelings. I have thought about it and am willing to fulfill my wishes. I will pardon Wang Bo for all his crimes, order Dali Temple to cancel his criminal files, and order the Ministry of Personnel to absolve his father of the crime of consecutive sittings. I will move him to Wannian County Magistrate and grant him a great reward. The position of literature in Prince Yong’s Mansion belongs to Qin.”
After reading, the big man held the imperial edict in both hands and said to Wang Bo, who looked dull, "Wang Wenxue, you still don't accept the edict?"
Wang Bo took the imperial edict blankly and looked at it carefully. Yes, it was the imperial edict. It was impossible for someone to falsify the imperial edict. Now that he has only a hundred thousand fortunes and is alone, who else is going to harm him with nothing to do?
He had just been frightened, his legs were still numb, and he couldn't get up for a while. Wang Bo had to kneel down and asked with a sigh of relief: "Brother, haven't you asked me where you came from?"
The big man chuckled and said: "It's better that you don't know our origins. All you need to know is that this edict is true. The urgent document from the Ministry of Civil Affairs has probably been delivered to your father by now. Boy, You made it so hard for me to find you, if it weren’t for... I really wouldn’t be able to find you!”
Wang Bo knew very well how difficult it was to find someone who was deliberately hiding in the vast sea of people. Therefore, he already had a guess about the big man's identity. This brother is right, it is better to pretend not to know.
