webnovelvip Chapter 376 The Number One纨绔 of the Great Sui Dynasty: What Martial Arts Does He Learn?
Chapter 376 The Number One纨绔 of the Great Sui Dynasty: What Martial Arts Does He Learn?
"Father, I shall also take my leave."
Yang Ruyi wasn't quite satisfied with the spectacle; her two nephews were exchanging blows, but neither managed to really defeat the other.
They parted politely, without saying a single harsh word.
She waited for a long time, only to find nothing, and suddenly felt that staying there was very boring, so she decided to go back to her residence to rest.
"Didn't you come here to take care of me?"
Yang Guang looked up at his daughter, his face full of disdain.
Just a moment ago she said she missed him and came to take care of him, but now she's leaving. Her attitude changes faster than turning the pages of a book.
"You're in such good spirits, you don't need my care at all."
Yang Ruyi countered each move with a smile and gave a polite bow.
Without waiting for Yang Guang to nod, he turned and walked out.
As for Lü Zhen and Lü Yan, she kept them in the palace.
In any case, her two sons were more popular with their father than she was.
With them around, the Emperor wouldn't feel lonely, nor would he grumble about his unfilial daughter.
"Oh."
Yang Guang chuckled, shook his head, and looked helpless.
He's really unlucky to have such a daughter.
Other daughters are like warm cotton-padded jackets, but his daughter is like a drafty jacket.
However, compared to Yuwen Chenglong of the Yuwen family, Yang Ruyi appeared to be more filial.
Yuwen Chenglong was the kind of person who dared to dig up even his own ancestral graves, which gave his father, Yuwen Huaji, a headache.
"master."
When Lü Zhen arrived outside the hall, he bowed respectfully to Yuwen Chengdu, who was on duty, with impeccable manners and etiquette.
"Your Highness."
Yuwen Chengdu quickly returned the greeting, not daring to be negligent.
Although he was Lü Zhen's master, Lü Zhen's status was what it was.
The Crown Prince of Shuo, son of Princess Ruyi, and His Majesty's most beloved grandson.
How dare a mere subject presume to act arrogantly before the crown prince?
"My disciple's skill with the cymbals has improved considerably, so I've come to ask my master for some guidance."
Lü Zhen raised his head, his gaze firm, his voice clear and crisp.
"this."
Yuwen Chengdu was slightly taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly.
Are you here to ask for advice again? But he has already taught me everything he could, without holding anything back.
From the most basic gripping posture to the most complex routines.
From the application of force to the control of rhythm, he shared all the experience he had accumulated over the decades.
Now, apart from being too young and lacking strength, Lü Zhen is already a qualified and fierce general.
Even if they were to go to the front lines to fight the enemy, they would be better than those adults who have spent several years in the military.
"Your Highness, I have taught you everything I can. If you wish to advance further, then it is through practical experience."
Yuwen Chengdu spoke the truth without uttering a single falsehood.
When it comes to martial arts, once you've reached a certain level, just practicing isn't enough; you have to fight.
Only by accumulating experience in real combat and honing skills in life-or-death situations can one truly undergo a complete transformation.
"Then I will dare to have a friendly spar with my master."
Lu Zhen said with a smile, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
He also wanted to know how good he was now and how big the gap was between himself and his master.
Yang Guang led Lü Yan out of the imperial study, the sunlight warming them.
He squinted at the master and disciple on the open ground outside the hall, a hint of curiosity on his face.
"General Tianbao then had a friendly sparring session with him."
Remember, do not hurt him.
His grandfather was naturally pleased that his grandson was so capable.
"it is good."
With Yang Guang having spoken, Yuwen Chengdu no longer hesitated.
He walked to the weapon rack, took down the phoenix-winged gilded axe, weighed it in his hand, and then went to an open space to assume a fighting stance.
Lu Zhen also walked to the side, picked up the smaller version of the phoenix-winged gilded cymbal that Yuwen Chengdu had specially made for him, held it in his hand, and took a deep breath.
"Your Highness, be careful."
Yuwen Chengdu offered a reminder and launched the first attack.
His movements were not fast, and he held back most of his strength. It was more like he was feeding the opponent new moves than exchanging techniques.
Lü Zhen dodged, his movements as agile as a swallow.
The phoenix-winged gilded cymbal was thrown out smoothly, with a tricky angle and steady force, each move precise and skillful.
Yuwen Chengdu remained calm and composed, parrying attacks while observing Lü Zhen's weaknesses.
Where the force was applied incorrectly, where the angle was off, and where the rhythm was disrupted.
He would demonstrate it in slow motion in the next round so that Lü Zhen could see it clearly.
The two did not compete in strength, but only in their techniques.
The clanging of metal against metal was constant, but not harsh.
Instead, it had a certain rhythm, like forging iron.
"Good, well done!"
Lu Yan sat on the threshold, clapping her little hands incessantly, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Although he couldn't tell who was winning or losing, he could still enjoy watching the excitement.
"All you do is eat, don't you want to become as capable as your older brother?"
Yang Guang sat down as well, patted the seat next to him, and gestured for Lü Yan to sit closer.
He had nothing to say about Lü Zhen. This kid was clever and quick-witted from a young age, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and never caused any trouble.
Lü Yanyao was also intelligent; he grasped things quickly and learned them in no time.
However, he never channeled his intelligence into anything worthwhile; all he did was eat, drink, watch the excitement, and have fun.
"The grandson's father is a prince, his mother is a princess, and his maternal grandfather is an emperor."
Lu Yan said without hesitation, her little face full of self-righteousness.
"You little brat."
Yang Guang was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but laugh out loud and shook his head.
Although he didn't say much, he understood.
Son of a prince, son of a princess, grandson of the emperor.
With this status, what skills do you still need?
Even if one just loafs around all day waiting to die, one can still live a peaceful life, enjoying endless wealth and luxury.
That's quite a clever scheme for someone so young.
"Grandfather, am I wrong?"
Lu Yan raised his head and asked, a hint of cunning in his eyes.
He was waited on hand and foot, with people carrying him when he went out and welcoming him when he came in.
If he wanted, he could mobilize the four former palace generals at any time; those four were all capable of taking on a hundred men each.
Therefore, there is no need to practice martial arts so hard that you end up covered in injuries.
It would be better to learn some underhanded tricks, so that you can catch your enemy off guard and subdue them without much effort.
"Yes, that's right!"
Yang Guang looked at this spoiled brat with increasing fondness and reached out to rub his little head.
All they do all day is eat, drink, and relieve themselves, carefree and without a worry in the world, which isn't so bad.
Unlike Lü Zhen, who had already begun to shoulder responsibilities at a young age.
Academic studies, martial arts skills, interpersonal relationships—you have to worry about everything and do your best in everything.
This child is exhausted.
While they were chatting, the outcome of the game had already been decided.
Lu Zhen was young and lacked the strength to keep up, so he was no match for Yuwen Chengdu.
After dozens of rounds, he was already panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, and he could barely hold onto the phoenix-winged gilded axe.