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Unfortunately, his father and biological mother, Eji Tani, went missing after being attacked during a business trip to Huacizimo. Meanwhile, the matriarch Ning, who remained at home, lost her life in a subsequent assassination attempt while trying to protect Zhao Fubo

As for literary matters, although he preferred poetry and prose filled with romantic themes, it was not difficult for him to pick up a military treatise. At that moment, he clasped his hands and recited a passage from "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu with eloquence.

The heart only thinks of Grandfather Yue, who, in those years, was unknowingly a remarkable man, yet was able to write this stirring and passionate chapter.

Awaiting to restore the old mountains and rivers from the beginning

San Niang and several other landlords slightly nodded, showing a bit more approval for the quick wit of this mischievous young man before them. They felt regretful that there was no one at home who could explain this military treatise clearly; Zhao Fubo had merely memorized it, and how much he truly comprehended would depend on his own fortune.

As the distance between the two individuals diminished, the long knife in hand was raised high. Fueled by the momentum of his robust physique, when he swung the long knife, many felt a chill in their hearts

Surprisingly, the outcome of this incident did not lead to Zhao Fubo's second uncle, Zhao Wuji, taking charge of the family. On the contrary, the only remaining elder, San Niang, easily took control of the family business, relying on the loyalty of the clan members to the Zhao family

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I shall obey your command and will certainly do my utmost to assist the young master in his studies. Should there be any shortcomings, I will request Lady San to impose punishment.

Fierce, brutal, and skilled in combat techniques, this is probably the entirety of the evaluation of these individuals

Alright, Da Lang, your brother's literary skills are acceptable, so it depends on you now

Compared to the local weapons, it naturally represents a higher level, which is another major source of Huangsha City's daily influx of wealth

Although San Niang did not respond, a faint smile appeared on her face, and then her eyes turned to look at Shu Yuer.

The curved tip and edge of the knife are cooling with fragmented glimmers of light. This knife is evidently made of Uzi steel (a material specifically used for Damascus sabers, also referred to in our country as Bing iron); those fragmented glimmers are referred to by the ancient Persians as "the stars of the night sky"

The head of the Zhao family was Zhao Fubo's father, who was considered a well-rounded hero of the previous generation, excelling in both literature and martial arts. The various estates with different functions were all established by him, which significantly expanded the influence of the Zhao family, originally limited to Huangsha City, by more than double.

When he reached the end, Zhao Fubo's heart stirred amidst these sentences filled with heroic ambition. In his imagination, one day he could return to the Central Plains, using his martial skills to serve the country and resist the invasion of the Yuan people. Is this not the very act of a true hero?

Well, not bad. In today's literary competition, both of you brothers performed well. Now, it will be up to you, Da Lang, to compete in martial arts with this young Ma Muluk

Only in front of San Niang did the tears dare to roll in my eyes, not a single drop could fall. I could only tremble my lips and recite the "Family Instructions" along with Zhao Fubo.

"Clothes, clothes, Erlang is dull, only hoping that San Niang will have someone watch over him every day, naturally he will learn quickly!"

At that moment, the fear felt in the heart upon seeing Third Lady and the various village leaders vanished without a trace. Just as the last word of the "family instruction" was uttered, the mouth continued to recite the "Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

After finishing a recitation of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, Zhao Fubo quietly let out a sigh of relief. Stealing a glance at his uncle among the landowners, he couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement, as that face had turned a shade of iron blue at this moment

In the years that followed, she focused on cultivating the two sons of the Zhao family in their studies and martial arts. Unfortunately, as it stands now, they remain two individuals who have neither achieved literary success nor martial prowess.

Having endured many beatings, he is nonetheless thoroughly familiar with this poem "Man Jiang Hong"

At that moment, the sturdy body of the little horse, like a stone swept by a sandstorm, rolled and spun in the air. While evading the blade that approached his vulnerable spot like a venomous snake, he also increased the distance between the two.

Zhao Fubo did not know; he only understood that in regard to this Grandfather Yue, the family held a deep respect. When addressing him, it was "Grandfather Yue," and when speaking of him, it was "King Wumu." If one were to carelessly forget, the family rules would necessitate a thorough reflection on the flesh.

This type of blade has its center of gravity positioned forward when chopping, providing immense cutting power. It is often carried sheathed and horizontally inserted at the waist. However, the sharp tip of the blade is also suitable for stabbing; if such a blade were to pierce the body, there would undoubtedly be dire consequences.

The long knife in his hand was held horizontally across his chest, and his green eyes remained fixed on his opponent. However, his leather armor had already been torn by the Atakan in Zhao Xu's hand, and a trickle of blood flowed down his waist.

The combat strength of the Mamluk cavalry is something that everyone present is somewhat familiar with. They are all fearless individuals, especially those under the command of the caliphs or governors, men who have nothing to lose, and thus they lack any semblance of humanity

Compared to Zhao Fubo's martial skills, Dalang is indeed lacking in many aspects. However, currently, most matters at home and outside are decided by Dalang's father. As he is the eldest son of the younger generation in the family, everything is naturally much more relaxed.

Upon hearing San Niang's words, Zhao Fubo felt a surge of joy in his heart. As for the matter of the third month, dealing with the rattan was a different issue altogether. At that moment, he beamed with a smile, eagerly agreeing.

Very well, Yuer, you shall keep a close watch on this servant every day. If he neglects his studies, you are to punish him severely. Remember today's events; if anything similar occurs in the future, you must understand that I will not spare you either

As Zhao Fubo picked up the book, San Niang reached out to stop the family member who had already raised the rattan stick, poised to strike. Meanwhile, Zhao Wujie could only hope that his nephew would fail to carry the book, so that he could be beaten to a pulp. At that moment, he certainly would not be the match for the seemingly fierce and valiant young man, Mulu Ke.

Kneeling on the ground, Shu Yuer bowed her head and responded in a crisp voice

In a moment of helplessness, I could only wave my hand at that little horse, Mulu, and secretly made a gesture, instructing him to allow only defeat and not victory. In my heart, I looked down upon Zhao Wuji and muttered a phrase under my breath.

Unfortunately, Zhao Fubo's heart became increasingly light. Observing the relieved expression of Shu Yuer beside him, he found that the memories of "The Art of War" were also becoming more numerous.

Surprisingly, Zhao Xu, who had never shown any prowess in martial affairs, was completely unafraid. He stood up, saluted San Niang, and went to the weapon rack to take a pair of short knives and a shield.

Why does their family, which bears the surname Zhao, regard the poetry and writings of the surname Yue as their family teachings?

Thus, the commander of the troops is the one who holds the fate of the people and is the master of the nation's safety and peril

This is also a specialty of Huangsha City from the Zhao family. After two generations of the Zhao family arriving here for several decades, their ability to manufacture weapons using this material, referred to as "brittle iron" by the Song people, has naturally reached a new level. The preparation process not only preserves the original craftsmanship of Damascus blades but also integrates the methods of weapon forging from the Song Dynasty.

On the cold face of the third daughter, a smile finally appeared today for the first time, and her voice was no longer as cold and harsh as before when she spoke

Indeed, Zhao Fubo was carrying the "Man Jiang Hong" by Yue Fei

Seeing Zhao Fubo being punished, I was about to speak out to stop it, but upon noticing the gesture from San Niang, I had no choice but to retreat reluctantly. In my heart, I could only hope that he would get stuck halfway, allowing my son to win this round. Even if my son cannot defeat that young Mamluk in the future, at least he would have won this match!

As he began to recite, the rattan was already brought close by the servant. Looking at the rattan, Shu Yuer bit her red lips with her small, snow-white teeth, yet her sparkling eyes were already filled with tears.

As the applause erupted chaotically, Zhao Xu had already discarded his weapon. Although he was not dressed in scholarly attire, he still performed a bow with a semblance of propriety, and the expression on his face clearly conveyed just two words—pride

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Although the latter was extremely unwilling, Zhao Wuji, controlling the supply of warhorses at Jifeng Manor, was naturally not someone he could provoke

It was indeed surprising that Zhao Xu, whose performance was unanimously deemed unpromising by everyone, remained calm, his eyes fixed on the charging horseman, Muluq. He stood motionless, his body shielded by his shield. His waist was slightly bent, and the short knife in his hand was poised for an attack. It seemed he intended to deliver a fatal strike as soon as the opponent's attack was blocked by the shield

In almost an instant, the dagger hidden beneath the shield silently thrust out.

In comparison to Erlang, Dalang excels more in literary matters, which brings great comfort to San Niang.

Knowing that his son was not as skilled in martial arts as Erlang, Zhao Wuji kept casting glances at Wei Zhen, the owner of Yulin Manor.

Little Ma Muluk seemed to sense the imminent danger of the sharp blade. He suddenly spun around in an attempt to evade the strike. Although Zhao Xu was not as skilled as his brother, he was certainly not a useless person. With a thrust that met only air, he swiftly turned his wrist, transforming the thrust into a slicing motion.

This is a yatagan, a type of curved sword unique to the Ottoman Turks. The overall length of the sword is relatively short, measuring approximately 60 to 70 centimeters, with a width of 3 to 5 centimeters. It is lightweight and the blade curves towards the edge.

However, their performance today made her see that the Zhao family has successors. After Darlang Zhao Xu finished reciting "The Art of War," San Niang's originally cold face was already filled with joy.

Sanniang raised her hand, signaling them to get up

The little livestock indeed possesses some quick wit. Today's punishment shall be set aside. Starting tomorrow, you are to recite the "Three Strategies" daily without error. (Note: In ancient times, there was no book titled "Three Strategies and Six Tactics"; this name originates from the two texts "Three Strategies" and "Six Tactics," and later the term 'Three Strategies and Six Tactics' came to refer to military texts in general, leading many to believe it is a single book.) In the future, I will assess your literary skills, and if you are found lacking or if there are omissions, I, San Niang, will punish you with a double penalty. Er Lang, will you accept this or not?

As Zhao Fubo got up, he made a face at Shu Yuer, who naturally rolled her eyes and shot him a glare, blaming him for scaring away half of her life.

At his command, the young horseman Muruk immediately sprang into action. With his long knife slightly angled backward and his long legs moving swiftly, his height of 175 centimeters made him nearly a head taller than Zhao Xu. Naturally, he did not regard Zhao Xu, who was using a shield to cover himself, revealing only his two eyes.

The little horseman Muruk struck heavily with his long knife against the shield, and the sound of the clash indicated that he seemed to have exerted all his strength. However, Zhao Xu merely tilted his shield slightly, dissipating the force of the long knife, which instead caused Muruk's body to sway slightly.

The sound of clapping... ...