Reborn in the Three Kingdoms, I stole Liu Bei's uncle

After dealing with the land issue, Liu Yu slowly walked back and found that the young man was still standing there, motionless, like a sculpture.

"Why do you want to learn swordplay?"

"I want to kill someone."

The boy's words were cold and aloof.

"Who do you want to kill?"

"Dong Zhuo." These two words seemed to jump out from between the young man's teeth, carrying with them endless hatred.

"why?"

"He killed four members of my family."

When the boy said this, his face twitched noticeably.

"Do you know who Dong Zhuo is?"

There was a trace of confusion in the young man's eyes. He had only heard of the name Dong Zhuo, but he didn't know who Dong Zhuo was.

This situation is definitely not an isolated case in Luoyang City. Dong Zhuo committed atrocities in Luoyang City, allowing his soldiers to plunder and loot. Many people became homeless because of him. So it is not wrong to put this account on Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo doesn't care about other people's opinions, or rather, his identity and status are destined to make him not care about the lives of ordinary people.

Born into a wealthy family in Xiliang, he had no idea of ​​the real sufferings of the world, nor did he know what the people wanted. After entering Luoyang, he was even more bewildered by its prosperity.

In an era of strict hierarchy and where human life is as precious as grass, the lives of ordinary people are like weeds on the roadside, without any weight at all.

Liu Yu knew that this situation was not an isolated case. Having lived two lives, Liu Yu could never adapt to this situation. He believed that all people were born equal, and no one could be above life, even if he was an emperor.

He looked at the stubborn boy in front of him, felt touched, and decided to give him a chance.

He took the sword from his body and handed it to the boy.

"Dial it out."

The boy looked at the sword with fanaticism in his eyes.

The sword was unsheathed, and a ray of light shone on the boy's face, making him look determined and arrogant.

Liu Yu carefully observed the boy's hands holding the sword, his fingertips were white and veins were exposed. But his hands were unusually stable, without a trace of trembling.

"Have you ever learned sword?"

The boy shook his head.

"This is my first time holding a sword."

The fact that he was able to hold the sword so steadily for the first time shows that he is a good candidate for learning swordsmanship.

"Come with me." After Liu Yu said this, he led the young man forward.

When they arrived at a city wall, Wang Yue was lying on it drinking. The afterglow in the distance was reflected, the sky was full of sunset glow, the mountains were rouge, and the scenery was magnificent.

Looking at such a beautiful scene, Liu Yu's mood instantly became much brighter.

A line of poetry that had been lingering in my mind came out of my mouth.

"The sunset is beautiful, but it is almost dusk."

Wang Yue came back to his senses and pondered Liu Yu's poem carefully.

Wang Yue had learned swordplay since he was young, and was not very good at studying. But when he heard Liu Yu's casual words, he thought they were very clever.

No wonder he is known for his great talent. Just with these two casual sentences, he was able to express infinite sorrow.

"Uncle Emperor, do you have something to ask me?"

Liu Yu glanced at the young man.

"This young man admires Master Wang's swordsmanship and wants to learn from you. I think he is a good candidate for swordsmanship, so I brought him to you."

Wang Yue took a sip of wine, turned his head to look, and then turned his head away again.

"Uncle, don't forget our agreement."

The meaning of Wang Yue's words was very clear. If he wanted to protect his life, he would help him kill Dong Zhuo. As for other matters, even if Liu Yu was the emperor's uncle, he could not force him.

"Master Wang, the boy has good talent. Are you sure you don't want to take a look?"

Wang Yue said calmly: "I have seen many talented people."

When Wang Yue was young, he traveled around the world, recruiting virtuous people and loving justice, and hating evil. He made a great name for himself in the world. Later, his fame grew so much that even high-ranking officials in the court knew of his existence.

During this period, Wang Yue, like other scholars, was keen on fame and pursued fame and fortune.

After entering the capital alone, he was appreciated by the previous emperor and was named General Hu Ben.

Wang Yue's experiences in the martial arts world and in the government have allowed him to meet many talented young men. Some of them are smart, some are clever, but for various reasons, they all failed to make it to the end.

The reason is that they are too keen on talent and ignore other factors.

Just like the sword in his hand, although it is made of the finest iron, it is difficult to become sharp if it is not calcined in a fierce fire.

The same is true for people. No matter how talented they are, if they cannot withstand hardships, in the end they are just iron and will be of little use.

Liu Yu could see that Wang Yue was not very interested.

Liu Yu wanted to take the boy back with him and then think of ways to properly place him.

Who would have thought that when Liu Yu took the boy back, the boy stood there like a nail.

His stubborn eyes told Liu Yu that he was not willing to give up easily.

Wang Yue saw the stubbornness in the boy's eyes, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

"It's not impossible for you to learn sword from me." Wang Yue took out a short stick from somewhere and threw it on the ground.

"You can grind this iron rod into an embroidery needle, then come back to me."

The iron rod was ground into a needle. Liu Yu was a little surprised when he saw Wang Yue's operation.

He rubbed his eyes and confirmed that Wang Yue was not the old lady he knew who did laundry. Only then did he come to his senses.

For a moment, Liu Yu thought that Wang Yue had also traveled through time, otherwise how could he take out the iron rod so smoothly.

It seems that grinding iron rods into needles is not the patent of the laundry lady. After all, Wang Yue was hundreds of years ahead of him at this time. If there was a patent in this era, Wang Yue could definitely sue her for infringement.

The boy bent down and picked up the iron rod with no expression on his face.

“I can definitely do it.”

Wang Yue saw the determination on his face and nodded secretly in his heart.

Whether you can do it is one thing, whether you dare to do it is another.

As a swordsman, the most important thing is momentum, the momentum of not admitting defeat.

No matter what kind of opponent you meet, you must not lose your momentum. Even if he is the best swordsman in the world, you must draw your sword.

"What's your name?"

"Shi." The young man said firmly.

"I remember it." Wang Yue said lightly.

Liu Yu felt that the name Shi A seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Shi A saluted and turned to leave.

"Master Wang, do you think he can grind the iron rod into a needle?"

Wang Yue shook his head.

"No teenager I've ever met could do that, and it's impossible for him to do that."

No one can do it? The information contained in this sentence made Liu Yu dumbfounded. It turned out that you, old man, had so many iron rods in your arms. As long as someone came to learn from you, you would ask them to sharpen needles.

Liu Yu really couldn't imagine the scene described by Wang Yue.

Chen Dao came to Liu Yu at this time. He saluted and said, "My lord, the training ground has been built according to your drawing. But we are not sure how to use it. The soldiers are waiting. Please give us your instructions."

"Let's go and have a look together."