midsummer.

The scorching sun is like fire.

The fiery sun shines on the earth.

Every corner is filled with infinite heat.

In the Hanzhong Palace.

One big, two small three figures sweating profusely in the scorching sun.

"prick!"

Liu Pan shouted loudly.

The Emperor's Sword in his hand stabbed straight out.

The arm and the sword in the palm form a line.

Strongly straight.

"prick!"

"prick!"

Two tender childish voices followed.

Two young children with very similar height, body shape and even appearance.

Holding the wooden sword and connecting meticulously.

These two children look only about three years old.

At this age.

Other children are still snuggling in their parents' arms and acting cute.

However, they were able to smoothly swing the four-pound wooden sword.

This is the gene they inherited from their father.

It is also the result of their acquired efforts.

Liu Pan stopped.

He said seriously in a lesson tone: "Reading a book a hundred times will reveal its meaning, and practicing martial arts and swords is the same. Simple sword moves can produce thousands of changes!"

"Yes! Father!"

The two children answered in unison.

Let drops of sweat flow down my little face.

Never reach out to wipe it.

He nodded slightly.

Liu Pan shouted: "Remember a hundred numbers in your mind, keep your posture unshakable during this period. If anyone moves, you will start over together!"

Practicing a sword is like cultivating the heart.

Liu Pan wanted to make the muscles of his two sons remember through hard training.

Remember every detail of every sword drawing.

at the same time.

It is also a training for their hearts.

If you can't even endure this little bit of pain.

How can we talk about governing the world in the future?

One hundred numbers have finally passed.

The sweat stains on the faces of Liu Yu and Liu Ji were even more obvious.

"pick!"

Emperor Liu Pan's sword changed.

Change from thorn to pick.

The sword attacked against the verge of the attack.

He picked up towards Yunxiao.

The two young princes responded to the call.

Regardless of sweating and the soreness on your wrists.

Following Liu Pan, he made a sword-taking posture.

"Remember a hundred silently!"

"yes!"

The previous scene was perfectly copied.

Sweat dripped to the ground.

The two brothers' clothes on their backs were completely wet.

At the corner of the inner hall.

Cai Yong frowned: "That's how he trains the child? The child is so young! How can he bear it? Don't you say he can persuade him?"

Cai Yong is resting today.

I have time to come to Hanzhong Palace to visit my daughter Cai Yan.

Unexpectedly, I saw this scene inadvertently.

Those are his two grandchildren!

How could he not feel distressed?

"Dad! Don't you know the king's temper? Who can persuade us?"

Cai Yan grabbed Cai Yong who was about to step forward.

"But you can't practice like this! Isn't this going to waste the child's practice? He doesn't want his son, but I want his grandson!"

Mr. Cai, a great scholar of a generation, was so angry that he sweared directly.

Cai Yan quickly pulled him hard and said with a smile:

"See what you said, can the king not cherish his son? The king wants them to grow up as soon as possible! Besides, they are gifted and inherited the king's natural divine power, and they cannot be damaged!"

"That's not OK! The sun is so poisonous, what if you have heatstroke?"

Cai Yong was still worried.

No matter what he said, he had to "protect" his two grandchildren.

"Oh-Dad! You are really a relative of the next generation! Have you forgotten that you forced your daughter to practice chess, calligraphy and painting so hard? At that time, I didn't see you so soft-hearted!"

Cai Yan complained with laughter and cry.

Cai Yong said with a glaring look on his beard and said, "Can that be the same? What are you practicing? What are my two little babies practicing?"

"Just that broken wooden sword looks heavy! What should I do if my two little babies crush their arms?"

Seeing that Cai Yan couldn't persuade the old man.

Diao Chan came forward to rescue: "Don't worry, adoptive father, Yu'er, Ji'er and others have been practicing like this for more than half a year, so there will be no problems."

Half a year ago.

Liu Pan began to teach his two sons sword skills.

At first, Diao Chan and others were worried that every family would not be able to stand it.

Who knows that these two little guys have the same temper as their father.

I would rather climb to bed at night than go to bed.

He refused to give up halfway.

However, as the time of practicing swords increases.

The two little guys showed amazing talent.

Not only did it inherit Liu Pan's natural divine power.

He also inherited his amazing insight and even more amazing perseverance.

The wooden sword in his hand has changed from one pound to two pounds at the beginning.

Two pounds become three pounds...

It increased to four kilograms in just half a year.

And don’t look at Liu Pan who taught them very seriously during the day.
To be continued...