After rebirth, I kidnapped the future powerful official

Chapter 217 Devil Training
At night, Cai Jinghong saw that He Jiabei couldn't sleep, sitting alone on the steps outside, thinking about something, so he put on his coat, opened the door and went out, and sat down beside him.

"What's the matter? Is there something on your mind?" Cai Jinghong turned his head to look at him and asked.

"To be honest, I'm a little worried." He Jiabei said bluntly.

"What are you worried about? Worried that your father will punish you severely?" Cai Jinghong sighed, feeling a little sympathetic for him, and said: "It's a trick of nature. When you study hard, your father doesn't see it. When you play, But you were caught by your father."

"I'm not afraid of punishing me, I'm used to it. It's just that this time it's so strange, he slapped me and left without saying much." He Jiabei looked at Cai Jinghong in a daze, and asked: " Do you know why?"

Cai Jinghong didn't answer his words, but just patted his shoulder and said, "It's late, go to bed early."

In the middle of the night, He Jiabei was sleeping in a daze, when suddenly, He Zixu led a group of people into the dormitory, ordered someone to drag him up, and poured water on his face, which woke He Jiabei up .

He Jiabei was taken aback, and the others were woken up immediately. Cai Jinghong couldn't help being startled when he saw He Zixu.

Tang Bozhen ordered everyone: "Don't look at it, go to sleep, continue to sleep!"

After hearing this, everyone had no choice but to lie back in bed again, all at a loss.

With a wave of He Zixu's hand, He Jiabei was followed by two soldiers and walked out. He looked confused and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing? Where are you taking me?"

"Follow me!" He Zixu said coldly.

When they left the dormitory, Cai Jinghong, Duan Ce and others immediately lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and watched He Jiabei being pushed away from a distance.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Duan Ce glanced at Cai Jinghong who was looking worried, and asked.

Cai Jinghong murmured: "He Jiabei is his son, King Guangping will never let him die, right?"

In the lobby at this time, He Zixu ordered his subordinates to weigh He Jiabei, and asked, "How many catties?"

The subordinate replied: "My lord, it's exactly 94 catties."

He Zixu said in a deep voice: "Jiabei, you are weak now and need to gain weight immediately. Starting tomorrow, you will eat eight meals a day, ten bowls of rice for each meal, and you must finish it."

He Jiabei couldn't help complaining: "I just finished fasting, and now I have to increase my food again, what does this mean? Dad."

He Zixu said with a serious face: "Your physical strength is too weak now, and you need intensive intensive training. You must catch up with other disciples in a short period of time. You won't have to go to class in the future, and you will be trained alone."

"How to train?" He Jiabei was startled when he heard the words, and asked cautiously.

He Zixu took him to a bamboo grove and asked him to carry two buckets of water on a shoulder pole and pass the single-plank bridge to pass the standard.

"This is training your agility and balance, hurry up."

He Jiabei picked up the bucket in fear, took two steps forward, and didn't dare to move, the soldier behind raised his whip and cracked the whip in the air, shouting: "Don't stop, hurry up! "

After training this item, He Zixu ordered someone to bring a large bucket of white rice and a large bowl of steamed buns, and asked He Jiabei to keep stuffing them into his mouth.

Not long after, He Zixu asked the soldiers helping He Jiabei to cook, "What bowl is it now?"

"The eighth bowl." The soldier replied immediately.

With a mouth full of rice, He Jiabei looked at He Zixu with a look of lovelessness, and said, "Father, I can't eat anymore."

"No. There are two bowls left!" Seeing his miserable state, He Zixu didn't feel sorry for him at all, and said with a firm tone.

He Jiabei had no choice but to lower his head and gulp down the rice until his stomach almost exploded.

After finally finishing ten bowls of rice, He Zixu ordered someone to hang him up high on a tree, and threw him a long rope, saying, "If you want to get down, just drag the rope and climb down. This is training your arms!"

With a bitter look on his face, He Jiabei had no choice but to follow suit, but failed in the end.

After the training, He Jiabei continued to sit at the table and eat.

He was exhausted physically and mentally, he didn't even want to look at the rice bucket, and said in distress: "Why is it rice again, when will it end?"

He Zixu snorted twice and said, "Tomorrow will be fine."

He Jiabei regained his energy after hearing the words, he let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "That's great."

"Just so happy? You are too disappointing. After a few days of devil training, can you achieve your goal? That's impossible. You have to persevere to the end. If you don't reach your goal, you will never give up." He Zixu said angrily.

When He Jiabei heard what he said, his complexion paled immediately, and he begged for mercy repeatedly: "No, Dad, just let me go, I really can't stand it anymore."

He Zixu stared at him without blinking and said, "If you can't stand it, you have to. You are the son of King Guangping, and you want to kill him."

He Jiabei waved his hands again and again, and said: "You know that I am not a material for martial arts training at all, so don't waste any more time."

He Zixu stepped forward and kept encouraging: "Bei'er, you have to turn decay into magic. The Foolish Old Man can still move mountains, and heap up sand to form towers. You can't back down, or you will be sorry for the country and society. Sorry for the ancestors. Ah. You are the eldest son of the He family, this is an indisputable fact, you have no way out now."

He Jiabei covered his ears as if he was listening to Tang Monk chanting a mantra, and said weakly, "Father, how could you treat me like this? I don't want to be a prince anymore."

He Zixu scolded angrily: "Shut up! It was you who promised to be the son of the prince with your own words back then, but when you encountered a small difficulty today, you shrank back and became frightened."

"What the hell? You forced me back then!" He Jiabei said bitterly.

"What? I forced you?" He Zixu blew his beard and stared angrily, and said, "Okay, even if I forced you!"

After speaking, he turned around and walked away.

He Jiabei seemed to be devastated, and fell to his knees weakly, feeling very frustrated.

Later, He Zixu ordered someone to tie He Jiabei up with hemp rope, pushed him to the edge of the cliff, and asked, "He Jiabei, what was your purpose when you came to Shangwutang?"

"For the He family." He Jiabei said listlessly.

"You are not for the He family at all, nor for me. Not for your mother, you are for that firework girl. I would rather not have a son like you!" He Zixu's tone revealed disappointment and anger towards He Jiabei .

"You never regarded me as your son. You only regarded me as a tool in the struggle against King Jin. You only cared about personal honor and disgrace, and ignored my life or death." He Jiabei said with a frustrated and lost face.

He Zixu was furious when he heard this, and said: "You rebellious son, you still don't know how to repent, why don't you hurry up and apologize to me?"

He Jiabei raised his head and questioned him: "Am I wrong? I'm right, it's you who's wrong! It's not me, it's you!"

"You! You unfilial son! Okay, today I will let you taste our He family's family law!"

After He Zixu finished speaking, he pushed hard and pushed He Jiabei off the cliff, while the other end of the rope on his body was firmly in his hands.

(End of this chapter)