Duke Yi Mansion
In the martial arts field, Qin Huaiyu held a spear and Qin Qiong held a sword with both hands as they stared at each other.
"Pa!"
A drop of sweat fell on the ground. Qin Huaiyu had no time to care about it. As a famous general, Qin Qiong gave him too much pressure. Although he was his father, and even if he lost, he wouldn't lose his life. However, if he lost, the outcome would be miserable.
"Haha, Brother Huaiyu, little brother is here to see you!" Meton's voice suddenly came from the side.
Qin Huaiyu instinctively turned his head and saw Modun's evil grin. He knew something was wrong and quickly turned his head back. He saw a whistling sound and instinctively raised his long spear to block. He felt a strong force and his body flew back involuntarily, landing heavily at the edge of the training field.
"You still haven't improved. Let's continue training today." Qin Qiong snorted as he looked at Qin Huaiyu, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
"Ah!" Qin Huaiyu immediately wailed. Thinking of the pain of extra training, he couldn't help but glare fiercely at Modun. If it wasn't for this fellow causing trouble, how could he have lost so miserably?
"What? Are you still not convinced? If you want to die on the battlefield, you have thousands of reasons. The enemy will listen to your explanation. "Qin Qiong lectured.
"Yes, Father!" Qin Huaiyu said, although he was unconvinced.
Qin Qiong also had a helpless expression. If he didn't go to the battlefield, Qin Huaiyu would never understand this.
"Nephew Mo, you must be joking!" Qin Qiong looked at Meton and shook his head with a bitter smile.
Meton said seriously, "Sweat more usually and bleed less in battle. Brother Huaiyu will definitely have some achievements in the future with today's hard work."
"Sweat more usually and bleed less in battle?" Qin Qiong's eyes lit up. He thought about it carefully. Although it was straightforward, it made sense.
"Huai Yu, with his mediocre skills, it's still too early for him to enter the battlefield." Qin Qiong shook his head and sighed.
Meton laughed and said, "Recently, I have been dealing with blacksmiths. Every time the blacksmiths come out of the furnace, they will shake their heads and sigh. How good would it be if it was a furnace of steel? The blacksmiths were all exasperated. But you know that without going through a thousand tempering, how can iron become steel? "
"Hating iron for not living up to expectations!" Qin Qiong was deep in thought. He thought that he might have been too anxious.
Qin Huaiyu jumped up from the ground and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes. Even steel that has been tempered a hundred times needs to be tempered bit by bit. Father, since Meton has come to visit, we can rest today."
"Nephew Mo, what do you think?" Qin Qiong stared at Meton playfully.
"Although it's said that practicing martial arts requires three days of winter and three days of summer, I think that it's necessary to strike a balance between work and rest." Meton said without hesitation.
Qin Huaiyu couldn't help but be secretly happy. He secretly gave Meton a thumbs up. Brother Mo is still the righteous one.
"However, I came today to bring Uncle Qin a set of secret recipes for turning brother Huai Yu into steel." Meton said mysteriously.
"The Mo family's steel making technique has spread throughout Chang 'an. I didn't expect there to be a secret technique for turning people into steel!" Qin Qiong said with interest.
"You!" Qin Huaiyu couldn't help but be angry. Meton had made all the bad friends today. First, he had caused him to lose miserably. Now, he had tricked him.
"This is a sandbag for legs, this is a sandbag for arms, this is a sandbag vest, this is a backpack …" Meton took out the equipment one by one. He ignored Qin Huaiyu's murderous gaze and tied them onto Qin Huaiyu's body one by one.
The pitiful Qin Huaiyu didn't dare resist under Qin Qiong's pressure, allowing Modun to do as he pleased.
Soon, Qin Huaiyu, in his training clothes, was covered with equipment. He was very uncomfortable with the heavy sandbags tied to his body. He couldn't help but move his body.
"What's this?" Qin Qiong was confused.
"This is the weight training I made especially for brother Huai Yu." Meton explained.
"Weight training!" Qin Qiong looked at Qin Huaiyu's body covered with sandbags and nodded. It was indeed very fitting.
"Uncle Qin, think about it. If you wear such heavy sandbags during training, you can still walk as fast as flying. Once you take off the sandbags, you'll be as strong as flying." Meton explained the benefits of weight training to Qin Qiong.
Qin Qiong's eyes lit up. If he persisted in this method, it would definitely increase his strength in the long run.
"If Huai Yu has to wear heavy armor on the battlefield in the future, coupled with weapons like swords, swords, and spears, the weight won't be light. If you encounter a rapid march, you'll suffer even more. With this weight training, I believe that this won't be a problem. When you rush, you can travel dozens of miles in a day. When you retreat, the enemy won't be able to catch up. You'll be invincible." Meton patted Qin Huaiyu's sandbags and said with satisfaction. Of course, this was only if the enemy and he were on the same level.
As for Qin Huaiyu's murderous gaze, he chose to ignore it. After all, Qin Huaiyu had died in battle. If his martial arts were better, the outcome might have been different.
"Good!" Qin Qiong nodded with satisfaction. He was a veteran general in the army. Of course, he knew that what Meton said was true. If this method was feasible and spread to the whole army, he believed that the soldiers of the Tang dynasty would be able to fight better.
In fact, the current Tang dynasty was not unaware of the benefits of weight training. The stone weights commonly used in the army were one of them. However, this kind of training was too rough, and there was no systematic plan. It did not attract attention at all.
He directed Qin Huaiyu to take a few simple steps and found that it did not affect his walking at all. It was just that his movements were a little slower.
"Come, let's do it again!" Qin Qiong said.
"Ah!" Qin Huaiyu was shocked! However, he did not dare to disobey.
"Bang!"
Before the first move, Qin Huaiyu flew out and crashed into the weapons rack. The weapons were scattered all over the ground. Fortunately, he was covered with sandbags and was not injured.
"Not bad. From now on, you will practice martial arts with weights." Qin Qiong nodded with satisfaction. His words determined Qin Huaiyu's miserable fate.
"Meton, I hate you!"
On the training field, Qin Huaiyu was like a tortoise turning over. His four limbs were facing the sky, his back was pressed against a shield, and his head was pillowed with a gilded hammer.
"Speak. You don't come to the Three Treasures Temple for no reason. You didn't come just to deliver these sandbags!" Qin Qiong looked at Mo Jiazi and snorted coldly.
Meton immediately laughed dryly and said, "Uncle Qin, I heard that Brother Huaiyu was practicing martial arts behind closed doors at home, so I came to help. However, as a general, although martial arts are important, being proficient in both the pen and the sword is the right way to go! Brother Huaiyu has fallen behind in his Imperial College classes. Chancellor Kong has urged him many times. Uncle, do you think Brother Huaiyu should go back to the Imperial College to continue his studies? "
Qin Qiong glanced at Meton, his face filled with disbelief. Chancellor Kong had urged him many times? That sour scholar couldn't wait for Qin Huaiyu, this troublemaker, to not cause trouble in the Imperial College?
However, looking at Qin Huaiyu's body covered with sandbags and Qin Huaiyu's hopeful eyes, he slowly nodded his head.
"It's not that I am forcing you. As a general, you will definitely fight on the battlefield in the future and be loyal to the country. Practicing martial arts is the only way you can establish yourself in the future." Qin Qiong said sincerely.
Qin Huaiyu suddenly stood up and nodded his head solemnly, "I understand. I will definitely practice martial arts diligently in the future."
"Go!" Qin Qiong nodded his head.
Although Qin Huaiyu was together with Meton and always caused trouble in the city, most of it was used on the right path. Furthermore, Meton had given him sandbags and other weights. In the future, Qin Huaiyu's martial arts would definitely improve.
Seeing that his son had such a good friend, Qin Qiong was greatly comforted.
Walking out of the Qin Residence, Qin Huaiyu opened his arms and took in a deep breath of the free air. During this period of time, Qin Huaiyu had been stifled by his closed-door training.
"Don't expect me to thank you!" Qin Huaiyu glared at Meton. Although this fellow had saved him, he had also cheated him.
"You don't know how to appreciate my kindness!" Meton spat. In the future, if he could practice martial arts, he would naturally not die on the battlefield like in his previous life.
"Right, do you still have those sandbags?" Qin Huaiyu suddenly asked.
"Yes, I do. Why? "Meton didn't understand.
"Of course it's to save those two fellows as well." Qin Huaiyu gritted his teeth and said.
It was better to be happy together than to be happy alone. How could he let him suffer alone?
"Meton, I hate you!"
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