Because it was just casually delivered by the servant, Wei Wen didn't take it seriously at first.
It was almost time to go to bed when Wei Wen suddenly remembered this, so he took it out and looked at it in the candlelight.
After a quick glance, Wei Wen was stunned.
Although this drawing is somewhat different from other crossbow designs, it looks quite similar.
Wei Wen knows a little bit about this and has some vision.
Wei Wen hesitated for a while, but finally asked his personal servant to secretly hand the two pieces of paper to the craftsman in the mansion.
"Let Uncle Wei take a look and see if he can do it."
The old Duke’s surname is Wei, and the craftsman in the mansion is also surnamed Wei. It is easy to imagine what the relationship between the other party and the mansion is.
Wei Wen was a very smart man, and he was also the eldest grandson of the eldest son. Naturally, he knew who in the mansion could be used, who could not be used, and who had doubts.
The servant took the order, hid the two drawings in his sleeves, and soon disappeared into the night.
A night passed.
The next morning, Ye Shuo was still immersed in a sweet dream. Before he could even open his eyes, he was carried to the martial arts field by several guards.
The guards were already accustomed to the Ninth Prince staying in bed, so they were very familiar with doing this.
By the time Ye Shuo arrived, his six uncles and cousins had already practiced several sets of boxing. All of them had their upper bodies exposed, their skin was as white as copper, and they were sweating all over.
Ye Shuo, with his rosy lips and white teeth, stood there, like a rabbit that suddenly broke into a pack of wolves, looking as weak as he could be.
My little cousin is too weak. I feel like he can be knocked down with just one finger.
Wei Zhao and Wei Ping, in particular, were filled with worry.
"Come on, come here quickly. I'll teach you the most basic things first. Stand in a horse stance for me to see." Without saying a word, my uncle took the lead in demonstrating.
As for the horse stance, it is mainly to train the lower body. People who practice martial arts must make sure their lower body is stable, otherwise, even the most profound internal strength can be easily caught by others' weaknesses and broken.
This is common sense. Even if his cheap master Wu Yi didn't say it, Ye Shuo would know it.
While maintaining his internal energy running every day, Ye Shuo would secretly stand in his room for a while before going to bed at night. Children are highly malleable and their bones are relatively soft, so over the years he has just regarded this as physical exercise. From a few seconds or dozens of seconds at the beginning, Ye Shuo can now maintain this for almost half an hour.
Less than half an hour is not a lot for a martial artist who has to stand still for an hour or two at any time. But Ye Shuo is not the kind of person who is impatient for success. He is still young and can proceed step by step.
What is important is persistence. Over time, quantitative changes will eventually lead to qualitative changes.
The most taboo thing for people who practice martial arts is to steal skills, and the old Duke Zheng's kung fu is all inherited from his family, so after sending Ye Shuo away, the guards left very tactfully.
Ye Shuo half-knelt down as his uncle requested.
Originally, the uncle had already prepared to correct his nephew. Don't underestimate the horse stance. Although it is the basics, not everyone can do it. If the posture is not correct, it will be useless.
As a result...the uncle was surprised to find that his nephew's movements were quite standard.
That’s right, Ye Shuo has studied it specially. Fitness requires standard movements. Otherwise, wouldn’t all his training over the years have been in vain?
"Not bad." My uncle couldn't help but praise.
"Keep it like this for half an hour first."
This, this is too cruel. It took half an hour to get here.
Ye Shuo couldn't help but take a breath.
But Ye Shuo didn't say anything. There is a saying that goes, nothing is difficult in this world as long as you are willing to give up.
If you really can't hold on any longer, you can just give up. Ye Shuo didn't plan to become fat in one go from the beginning. He had his own exercise plan.
The uncle had no idea that his nephew had such a lack of ambition. Seeing how obedient he was, he nodded with satisfaction and continued to practice with the others.
While Ye Shuo was sitting there alone in horse stance, he began to observe the moves of his uncle and cousins.
As the saying goes, reviewing the old helps one learn the new. Almost every day, my uncle and cousins would review the skills they had learned so that when they really need them, their bodies can react proactively so that they won't be suddenly dumbfounded when they encounter danger.
In this way, Ye Shuo watched every thing that his uncle and cousins demonstrated.
The old Duke of Zhenguo came at about noon, when it was already bright and his morning exercise was about to end.
Ye Shuo stopped at around forty minutes, about five minutes longer than before, and felt okay.
The most important thing is that the eldest uncle said he would supervise him, but after he started fighting with the second and third uncles in the middle of the martial arts field, his cousins cheered and no one paid any attention to him who was still in the corner.
By the time the uncle had counted for half an hour, was sweating profusely, and looked over with great joy, Ye Shuo had already stopped.
You know, in the eyes of parents, if children are studying when they go out and playing with mobile phones when they come back, it means they are playing with mobile phones all day long.
This phenomenon applies everywhere, including in ancient times.
What's more, Ye Shuo's head was clean and there was no sweat at all. In his uncle's eyes, wouldn't it seem that he was just being lazy?
No matter how unmotivated a child is at home, he or she will have a positive attitude towards practicing martial arts.
Just when my uncle couldn't help frowning, the old Duke Zhenguo happened to arrive.
Then he saw the scene of his elder son criticizing his grandson for being unconscious.
Old Duke Zhenguo: “…”
If my grandson really had no self-discipline, how could he have secretly cultivated his internal strength to this level by himself?
"Okay, I get it. You guys go eat first."
The moment the words fell, almost everyone looked at the old Duke of Zhenguo with disbelief.
No matter how much he doted on his grandchildren, the old Duke Zhenguo had never done this.
The eldest uncle couldn't hold back and blurted out, "Dad, you were not like this before."
Isn’t this too much of spoiling the child?
Although I can understand that my father, who cannot see his sister, will inevitably place all his love on his grandson, this is not loving him, it is clearly harming him!
The uncle tried to persuade the old Duke earnestly, but how could he listen to him?
"Is it your turn to teach me how to do things? Go away, go and have dinner." The Duke of Zhenguo did not hesitate and drove his son and grandson out of the martial arts field.
The uncles wanted to say something but hesitated, but they could not resist the tough father, and finally they could only leave dejectedly.
A group of cousins couldn't help but express deep sympathy to the little cousin.
I have a weak constitution, but my grandfather still dotes on me like this. What will I do in the future?
After the martial arts arena was cleared, the Duke of Zhenguo asked, "How is your study going?"
Ye Shuo thought about it, then nodded: "It's OK."
What will it look like?
The old Duke of Zhenguo didn't understand, so he asked, "Show it to me?"
Ye Shuo did not refuse. The actions of his uncles just now flashed through his mind quickly. Then Ye Shuo imitated them and slapped out with his palm.
The old Duke Zhenguo always felt that this palm was somewhat familiar, and then he realized, isn’t this the palm method passed down from their family’s ancestors?
The next moment, there was a "click" sound, and the stone pier in front of me cracked.
The old Duke of Zhenguo was speechless for a long time.
The old Duke Zhenguo subconsciously looked around.
Ye Shuo knew what he was worried about, so he said, "Don't worry, no one is watching here."
My cheap dad is not that idle, he has to send someone to keep an eye on it all the time.
The old Duke Zhenguo is not like Wei Wen. He has lived to such an old age and has seen more.
When the old Duke Zhenguo heard this, he felt something was wrong.
"By the way, I forgot to ask you before, where did you learn this internal strength?" Logically speaking, this child was raised in the deep palace and should not have contact with outsiders.
A thought flashed through the old Duke Zhenguo's mind quickly, and the next moment, his premonition came true.
"Who else could it be? I might as well learn ordinary Kung Fu from you." Ye Shuo is a picky man. He won't accept anything that is not the best.
Old Duke Zhenguo: “…”
The old Duke of Zhenguo finally understood why he knew so well whether the secret guards were nearby.
"You, you wouldn't be the one who even surrounds His Majesty—"
"That's not the case. I really don't have that much ability." Ye Shuo waved his hand quickly: "I learned it from observing my master Wu Yi every day."
As for secret guards, the frequency of updates and iterations is high, and they are basically produced on an assembly line. As for hiding and concealing, where can they change to?
Where has the old Duke of Zhenguo ever seen anyone learn other people's skills in this way?
But judging from the skill he just showed, if it were him, maybe it would really work.
Originally, the ten days given by the emperor were just for him to lay the foundation. Now, he has learned all the basics, and the rest is just to practice and digest them slowly.
The old Duke Zhenguo thought that there was nothing left for him to teach him. He could learn it just by watching from the side, so what else could he teach?
But this is just what he thought, Ye Shuo doesn't think so.
"By the way, Grandpa, can you teach me some more practical skills, the kind that can defeat the enemy with one move?" Ye Shuo tried it, and the moves that his uncle and the others practiced were indeed very powerful, but at the same time, they also consumed a lot of energy.
Whether it looks good or not is not important to Ye Shuo. What is important is its practicality. If he encounters an enemy, the most important thing is to survive.
"…What do you mean?"
Ye Shuo cleared his cough, then stood on tiptoe and whispered something into the old Duke Zhenguo's ear.
The corners of the old Duke Zhenguo's mouth began to twitch gradually. It turned out that he wanted to learn things that were not presentable, such as grabbing people's eyes and kicking them in the crotch.
"Which serious young man would learn this kind of thing?!" Nowadays, noble families value elegance, especially the royal family. Winning or losing is not important, but appearance is what matters. How can there be someone like him?
"It's totally corrupting the moral atmosphere!" The old Duke Zhenguo was filled with indignation.
However, if someone else said this, Ye Shuo might believe it, but what his grandfather said... How can one survive on the battlefield with dignity?
Not to mention that my grandfather worked his way up from the bottom.
Ye Shuo just didn't believe that his grandfather had never used these dirty tricks.
In the end, under Ye Shuo's eyes that seemed to see through people, the old Duke Zhenguo retreated.
"But it's useless if I teach you alone. It's useless if you can't find someone to practice with you." The boy dared not show the skills he learned from the secret guards in front of others easily.
Although it is possible to practice the moves alone without using internal energy, but...
"The problem is that your uncles are not good at this." His six sons and grandsons were all straightforward and could not learn such sinister tricks, so the old Duke Zhenguo did not teach them.
"Who said no one would practice with me?" Ye Shuo blinked, looking innocent.
"Isn't there one ready-made?"
The old Duke of Zhenguo was puzzled at first, but when he saw that he was staring at him, his expression froze when he realized what was happening.
etc.
This kid is not thinking...
On the other side, Haitangyuan——
Because the first design was an improvement on the original crossbow, it would take relatively less time to make the finished product.
The crossbow is still the same crossbow, and it seems that there has been little change in appearance.
Until Wei Wen loaded an arrow into the quiver, then aimed at the target and shot it.
With a "whoosh" sound, the arrow pierced into the crack in the wall.
Wei Wen was stunned when he saw this.
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