I Want To Be Qin II

"Gao, this is the bamboo sword, you choose a handy one yourself!"

Wang Li looked at Ying Gao sympathetically, and told Ying Gao with some concern, "Gao, grandfather can't rub the sand in his eyes, chop the sword five hundred times, not even one less time!"

"You don't want to sneak around, or else, grandpa will be angry..."

"Thank you brother Li for your warning, Ying Gao will 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 mature person at any rate, so he naturally knows that there are no secrets to Wang Jian in this palace.

Splitting the sword five hundred times may not be a test!

Moreover, Ying Gao understands a truth, one can become a master only through suffering.

If he can't bear hardships, not only will his body be damaged forever, but also King Qin and Wang's will be disappointed.

Therefore, even if he was exhausted here today, he would have to chop off all the five hundred swords.

With this in mind, Ying Gao took out a bamboo sword from a pile of bamboo swords, went to the poplar tree in front, took aim, and chopped down with one sword.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, a huge force struck, and Ying Gao's tiger's mouth hurt. For a moment, he couldn't hold the sword, bamboo sword, and almost let go.

"call……"

After adjusting his breathing, Ying Gao changed the tightness of his hands a few times, and aimed again to strike...

So many times!

...

"Patriarch, the king has sent a 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 word to the king, there is a maid in my palace..."

"Hi!"

...

Wang Jian knew that if he wanted to train a person, he had to work hard and train him from an early age.

Now Ying Gao is six and a half years old and must be polished severely. Although he will not accept Ying Gao as an apprentice, Wang Jian will not be stingy either.

As long as possible, he also wants to help Daqin to 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.

With this in mind, 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 sweating teenagers in the backyard, the corners of his mouth raised.

Wang Jian raised Wang Li from an early age. He knew that Wang Li was only a middle-level talent, and he wanted to reach the top unless he had a great opportunity.

Opportunities are rare things, and even he has no way of doing them.

He didn't know much about Ying Gao, and he didn't know Ying Gao's qualifications. Wang Jian knew that this required long-term observation and Ying Gao's efforts.

Looking at Ying Gao who was staggering and still chopping his sword, Wang Jian told the old man, "Prepare the medicinal materials sent by the royal family and give them to Wang Ben."

"Then ask Ying Gao to take a medicinal bath after practicing the sword. As for Xiaoli, the old man will do it himself!"

"Hi!"

Slashing the sword five hundred times at once is not only a test of will for a six and a half year old child, it is also a great load on the body.

If it is not properly maintained, it will definitely be crippled by training!

As for Ying Gao, it is possible that he did not succeed in training, but he must not fail in training, otherwise, he would 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, and he had slashed four hundred and ninety-five times.

Six of the bamboo swords were also broken, and now he was holding the seventh bamboo sword tightly, his arms were trembling, his legs were weak, and his breathing was short of breath.

He has reached his limit!

"kill--!"

A sword was struck, and the bamboo sword fell to the ground. Ying Gao's legs softened and he knelt on the ground, his cheeks were flushed, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

The whole person is like being in a steamer, and occasionally the breeze blows, and he can't feel a trace of coolness.

Every blow is a blow in which Ying Gao is fully infused,

The high level of concentration and extreme control over power made Ying Gao physically and mentally exhausted.

At this time, Wang Li had already completed the task assigned by Wang Jian, and was now beside Ying Gao, ignoring Ying Gao's longing eyes, and said.

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

Wang Li was constantly tempting, and when the three old Qin people appeared, Ying Gao seemed to be injected with a force, and he struggled to get up.

"Gao, split the sword, quickly split the sword, 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 his sword.

"thump--!"

With a slash of the sword, Ying Gao continued to fall. At this time, Lao Gao, with a swollen mouth, could no longer hold the sword.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

Breathing continuously, Ying Gao's eyes flickered 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 forward like crazy, and slashed out with the sword.

"kill--!"

When Ying Gao slashed out the 499th sword, Wang Jian's expression on the attic changed slightly, and there was a trace of emotion in the depths of his eyes.

Ying Gao's madness and tenacity are far higher than that of Wang Li, who is six and a half years old, and Ying Gao is firm in his will, and he will never give up until he reaches five hundred swords.

In one thought, Wang Jian had a glimmer of expectation for this little-known third son.

"For Daqin, I will kill, kill..."

Ying Gao roared angrily, and slashed out with his long sword, but this time, he slashed through the air without any accidents.

Seeing Ying Gao fainted, Wang Li dragged Ying Gao over and handed him over to his father, Wang Ben. Wang Ben cast a glance at Wang Li, and said, "Go to your grandfather, and leave it to my father!"

"Hi!"

Wang Li knew that after each day's training, he must take a medicinal bath, otherwise, he would not be able to leave the bed at all the next day, so he could only take it slowly.

This is the reason for being poor and rich!

If you want to strengthen your muscles and bones, you need a unique secret recipe, as well as a unique and massive supply of medicinal materials. If it wasn't for the royal family to provide Yinggao, it would be difficult for the royal family to supply it.

This is also the fact that in every generation of military families, there are only a few people who are amazing.

"Take off the third young master's clothes, and then put them in—!" Wang Ben ordered, and told his servant, "Take care of the third young master at any time, and make sure there is no mistake—!"

"Hi!"

Wang Ben is also a busy person, it is impossible to guard Yinggao all the time, after preparing the medicinal bath, he left the room.

He came to Wang Jian's study room, 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 a good general!"

"Li'er is just an upper-middle talent, I'm afraid he won't be able to inherit the mantle of you and me!"

Hearing this, Wang Jian's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said in a deep voice to Wang Ben: "Now the King of Qin is in charge, the king has not established a heir, and the third son has been wise..."

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