"Raise your hand. You can't hold the Mo Sword like that!"
"Use more strength. You're so soft. Can you chop someone to death?"
"Think about it. What you see in front of you isn't a wooden stake, but the wolf cavalry of the north. If you don't chop them to death, they'll kill you. Look at how weak and listless you are right now. You're just like a motherf * cking softie. You're a disgrace to our Tang Empire on the battlefield!"
On the sports field of Yanhuang College, most of the students had gone to eat. Only the thirty-six students of the special training class and Cheng Yaojin, the initiator of the special training, remained.
"You'll practice chopping for the next two days. When you can chop the wooden stake in front of you in one stroke, you can end the first phase of the special training in advance. Chop for two hours every day. You'll have to chop at least five hundred times!"
Cheng Yaojin instructed the students while instructing them on how to hold the sword.
Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin looked at the thick wooden stake and the chipped and rusty Mo Sword in their hands. They couldn't help but gulp. They suddenly felt that their future was bleak!
"Hey! What's wrong? Do you think that the task this old man assigned to you can't be done by ordinary people? Then watch carefully! "
Cheng Yaojin knew what the students were thinking when he saw the look in their eyes. Thus, he stepped forward and took the Mo Sword from Cheng Chumo's hand. He twirled the Mo Sword with one hand, and then the Mo Sword slashed at the thick wooden stake with lightning speed.
Bam ~!
Under the stunned gazes of the students, the rusty Mo Sword in Cheng Yaojin's hand was like a peerless divine weapon that could cut through iron like mud. It easily cut through the wooden stake from the middle. With a "peng" sound, the wooden stake that was cut off fell to the ground. The students could clearly see that the surface was as smooth as a mirror!
This time, they were completely silent. They stole admiring gazes at Cheng Yaojin.
People who practice martial arts have always worshipped the strong. In the past, they had heard of Cheng Yaojin's bravery on the battlefield. Today, they knew that Cheng Yaojin's martial arts were equally shocking!
Cheng Chumo chuckled proudly because his father had shown his face in front of his classmates. As his son, he felt honored!
"Did you see it clearly? This old man doesn't expect you to be like me just now. You can use both hands to hold the saber. As long as you can chop the wooden stake in half, you pass! Then this old man will lead you to the next stage of training! As long as you work hard from now on, you will definitely become strong! "
After mingling in the imperial court for so many years, Cheng Yaojin still knew how to say a few words. In just a few words, he had made the group of 'youngsters' in front of him agitated and their faces flushed red.
"I heard it!"
"Instructor, we will definitely train well!"
Cheng Yaojin smiled with satisfaction and said, "Then let's start now! Practice chopping for two hours before you can go eat! "
Of course, the students obeyed. For a moment, the field was filled with the sound of blunt sabers colliding with wooden stakes. Cheng Yaojin held his hands behind his back and guided the students on how to hold the saber.
…
"Okay, today's special training is over. Let's go eat! Oh, right, put the saber aside. Don't take it with you! "
After two hours, the sky had gradually darkened. Cheng Yaojin hurriedly said to the students in the special training class.
It was not that he did not want to train a little longer, but if he delayed any longer, the gates of Chang 'an would be closed and he would not be able to go back!
"Oh! School is finally over! "
"Phew! Let's eat, let's eat! "
The students let out cheers of relief.
Cheng Chumo looked at Cheng Yaojin and said, "Dad, do you want to go to the cafeteria to eat? The food here is delicious. It's not inferior to the Zuixian Restaurant! "
Although this guy was afraid of Cheng Yaojin, filial piety was not to be disobeyed! As a son, he still had to be filial.
Cheng Yaojin waved his hand and said, "No need! I still have to go back. Chou Niu, ask a few people to move these sabers into the building. I'll be leaving first! "
Cheng Chumo was dumbfounded. He did not expect that instead of sucking up to his father, he would get himself into trouble. Damn it!
"Virgo, I'll help you move them! Hehe! "
Yuchi Baolin laughed heartily.
"Haha! Good brother! Let's go! Let's go eat when we're done! "
…
"Phew! Finally, we can eat. I wonder what's left? Please don't run out of meat! "
15 minutes later, Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin arrived at the cafeteria. Cheng Chumo rubbed his stomach and thought gloomily.
At this time, the cafeteria was almost empty except for the students from the special training class who had just arrived. Sadly, they were the last two to arrive at the cafeteria.
"Yo! You're from the special training class! "
The waiter was about to "get off work" when he saw Cheng Chumo coming and saw the sign hanging on Cheng Chumo's body. He quickly greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, is there any more meat? I want two portions of braised pork, one portion of Lion's Head, and two portions of rice! "
Cheng Chumo nodded his head and said to the person who brought the food.
There was enough meat and rice. This was Cheng Chumo's only consolation.
"Uh! Student, I don't have any more Lion's Head. I only have two portions of braised pork and Dongpo meat left! "
The waiter said apologetically.
Cheng Chumo's eyes widened. Sure enough, the thing that worried him the most had happened. In this situation, he could only eat one portion of braised pork and one portion of Dongpo meat. He wanted two portions of each, but then what would Yuchi Baolin eat? He could not do that!
"Then give me one portion of braised pork and … Eh? What's this dish? Why haven't I seen it before? "
Cheng Chumo began to order helplessly. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a bowl of something golden near the window. He quickly asked.
"Uh! This is the new dish that our manager came up with today. It's called Flying Yellow (Locusts) Tengda. This is not for sale yet. It's only a trial today. It will only be sold tomorrow! "
"Hey, Flying Yellow (Meteoric Success), this is a good name! Give me one portion, quick! "
The locusts were wrapped in eggs and flour. They were fried until they were golden yellow and tender. They looked so delicious. The more Cheng Chumo looked at them, the more he wanted to eat them.
"Uh, but …"
"But what? Do you see? I'm a student of the special training class. According to the rules, I can eat whatever I want in this cafeteria. Do you understand? Oh, right, what is this Flying Yellow (Meteoric Success) made of? It looks like it's fried with some kind of meat. "
Cheng Chumo glanced at the golden delicacy but could not figure out what it was. He could only ask.
"This … This is a secret. Our chef said not to tell anyone!"
"Tsk! Why are you being so secretive? I don't want to know! Quick, give me my food! "
Cheng Chumo pursed his lips and said.
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