I became the son of Renzong

Chapter 67
Zhao Xi has never stopped exercising in this place, and with the food foundation of the palace, he is thriving now.

At the age of six or seven, he can grow to his current figure, almost indistinguishable from the children of later generations. At present, no one doubts that he is in his teens.

The free fighting in his mind has never been forgotten, and it is even very clear.

Since the year before last, he followed Wang Zhongzheng in two tricks.Although it was Wang Zhongzheng who let him go, in fact, Zhao Xi felt that if he was the same age as Wang Zhongzheng and without a weapon, he should be able to easily bring down Wang Zhongzheng.

It's not that the martial arts at this time are worse than those of later generations, it should be said that they are stronger, better than later generations.

It's just that the military fights of later generations were formed after selection, and many details were cut out to pay more attention to practical effects.

The introduction of Western medicine and the promotion of anatomy in later generations enabled fighters to fully understand the weak points of the human body and achieve precise strikes.

The so-called national art is actually more powerful and faster, and long-term exercise allows muscle memory to respond appropriately.

Zhao Xi also quietly asked old Chen Lin about this question, and after getting an affirmative answer, he also understood that this era is not full of knights.

Most of the so-called masters come from hard work.This point, the other he is clear.

And similarly, the so-called genres and routines are also explored in actual combat, and are relatively fixed moves.Even the Great Ancestor's Changquan...it seems that there is no such statement.

When Zhao Xi saw Prince Daxia, he knew that he had actually fought, even if it was fighting wild animals, he had seen blood.

This is definitely a strength type, and there is absolutely no chance of winning against others.So set a hole and let him get in.

"My Highness is five years old."

This guy is real.

"Oh, this king is less than eight years old. If he reaches your age, he will be comparable to you."

Zhao Xi is only six years old, but this era recognizes that he is eight years old.Born before Lichun, one year old at birth, one year old after Lichun, and three years old after living for one year.

"There is no need to wait for you to be fifteen. Today, His Highness binds one arm and only uses one leg and one hand. How dare you fight against you?"

coming!Zhao Xi was waiting for this sentence.

"Your Majesty can't!"

"Xi'er, no!"

"My lord, don't fight bravely with the people in the countryside."

have to!This may not determine the winner or loser, no matter if it is the father or the princes of the court, they are already calling to stop.

"The sage once said that there are six arts for a gentleman. Jing Mou never thought about it, but now Da Song has abandoned them like shoes!"

He's everywhere!At this moment, Jing Xun groaned again.

But Zhao Xi thinks he's so cute, so he won't have to quarrel with his family.

To be honest, if the Daxia Prince bound himself with one arm and only used one leg, if he couldn't let him go, he might as well have burrowed into the ground.

This is the understanding of the so-called Prince Da Xia, that one arm is one arm, but one does not know the role of human limbs in the balance of the human body.

I am used to using both arms at the same time. After binding one arm, what I lose is not the strength of one arm, but the stability of balance.

Ordinary people's sitting, lying and walking is definitely no problem. If you are fighting, if you tie your own arm, your overall strength will drop by about [-]%... If Zhao Xi can't beat him like this, I'm really sorry for my later generations' military career of more than ten years .

"Shut up! You are an abandoned disciple of a saint, how can you speak of a saint? Don't pollute the words of a saint!"

interesting.Based on Jia Changchao's two words, Zhao Xi really looked at him differently.

There is really no fool who can climb to this position.

"Jia Xianggong, whether you are a saint's disciple or not is not something you can say casually. But Jing has doubts about you who claim to be saint's disciples and abandon the six arts of saints!"

Well, you go ahead!Grandpa look.

Daxia, the prince, really wasn't good at expressing himself, so he spoke directly with actions.

I don't know where to find the rope, but actually tied my left hand close to my body... and jumped out, standing alone in the middle of the hall.

It seems that the Zhengdan envoy helped to tie it up...

"People of the Song Dynasty, our Prince Daxia has already arrived. Do you still have to rely on the quickness of your tongue?"

Immediately afterwards, the envoys from Great Xia on the opposite side yelled in unison...

"His Majesty Song, Jia Xianggong, children playing without weapons, fighting with fists and feet, can't hurt His Royal Highness' golden body."

I was cornered, and there was no room left.

After all, the other party is also the prince of a country, so he just stays in the hall... In view of the results of the previous battles with Daxia, no one dares to take the responsibility of making Daxia angry.

Even the emperor Zhao Zhen couldn't afford it.

So, everyone looked at Zhao Xi again.

"Wait for me to change clothes!"

Zhao Xi was very calm, as if Zeng Shi was on a mission, without any timidity or other emotional fluctuations...

"My lord, let the little one come..."

Wang Zhongzheng seemed very worried about Zhao Xi.The two of them have fought against each other before, but the strength in the prince's hand is really more like tickling.

Don't say that you don't necessarily hit someone, even if you hit it, it's useless.

"You kid don't believe in me?"

"My lord..."

"Don't dawdle, hurry up!"

This kid, going up in your capacity is more insulting than leaving him alone.Still let you come?When I usually fight against him, I have used all my strength.

Fighting, there are discussions and fighting, these are two concepts.Just like the martial arts of later generations are the same as today's Chinese martial arts, one is for performance, the other is for killing, they are different.

Zhao Xi changed into his usual improved bunt suit... Wang Zhongzheng thought it was a bunt suit.In fact, it is the practice clothes of later generations.

It is really inconvenient to wear layers of clothes while exercising in normal times.Zhao Xi couldn't wear jackets and thongs like ordinary people, so he simply asked the maids in the inner garden to make some exercise clothes for him.

No one paid attention to Zhao Xi's clothes, they all nervously watched Prince Daxia's fierceness...Why did the prince do this?So what?

Do you have to give in?The other party is the prince, who is equal on our side?
If he didn't have himself, he didn't know who Da Xia would challenge?Zhao Xi didn't know if there was such a confrontation in history, but he just guessed casually.

It is estimated that even if there is, it must be lost, otherwise there will be records in future generations...

Zhao Xi originally wanted to salute with fists in his hands... At the moment when he was preparing to move, he realized that this is not a fighting arena for later generations, nor is it that people from the Jianghu are so brave and fierce. This is a game of fists and kicks played by the heirs of the two countries... Is there a difference? ?
Zhao Xi really didn't know how to salute at this time.I didn't move at all, just staggered my front and rear feet, clenched my fists with both hands, and was ready to fight at any time.

It is estimated that the kid doesn't know how to salute, and it is not appropriate to use their duel etiquette in Daxia on this occasion.

I was stunned for a while...then rushed over while shouting.

He is indeed a strong player, and his running speed is enough to blow the wind.

It's because one arm is tied, it's funny to see him running with one arm swung... The key is that he can't even run in a straight line.

(End of this chapter)