Rebirth: Thousand Miles of Smoke

The Iron-Blooded General with one hundred thousand soldiers of the Ling Kingdom turned out to be this young-looking man in front of him.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, he is full of reverence for heroes. This is probably the reason why he likes to read unofficial history and historical records.

Unexpectedly, this hero in troubled times actually appeared in front of him, Lin Ziyao immediately stood up in awe: "Caomin Lin Ziyao, I have seen the great general."

"Lin Ziyao?"

The other party pronounced Lin Ziyao's name, Lin Ziyao just wanted to slap himself, to speak quickly, his reputation is so bad that no one can avoid him, now it is impossible to talk to this general, thinking that he will be The other party hated it, Lin Ziyao was immediately lost, and buried his face.

He didn't know what Si Chenglie was thinking. Speaking of which, Si Chenglie knew some of Lin Ziyao's bad deeds, which were nothing more than broken sleeves. The eyes that looked directly at him were very dark and bright, but the squint just now made him stunned.

Now he lowered his head again, only his pointed chin was exposed, Si Chenglie looked at it carefully, and found something interesting.

Seeing him like this, I knew what Lin Ziyao was thinking. He, Si Chenglie, always respected those brave people. This Lin Ziyao was not afraid of the world's aggressiveness, and was not offensive at all. Seeing this man's disappointed expression, Si Chenglie Lie felt a little sorry: "I've heard about some of your deeds, but I heard from hearsay, I think you are a decisive and brave person, don't feel, feel..."

Now even Si Chenglie didn't know what words to use. Lin Ziyao felt funny when he saw him like this, and finally straightened his eyes, bowed respectfully to Si Chenglie and said:

"Lin Ziyao thanked the general for his comfort. Lin Ziyao was sent here by his father to think about it for two months, and he had already figured it out. There are times in life, and there is always time in life. Don't force it. It's just a simple sentence. Lin Ziyao It's not too late to realize that I found out."

"Okay, be gracious." Si Chenglie patted Lin Ziyao on the shoulder, and he had a better impression of him, "I, Si Chenglie, made you my friend."

"Thank you, General, it's just..." The identities of the two made Lin Ziyao scruples, and the inferiority complex in his heart still hadn't been wiped away. Si Chenglie was not happy with this hesitation: "Where is the blah, blah, blah? I'll leave it to you brother, I'll call you Brother Lin, and from now on, just call me Big Brother Sicheng, okay?"

Seeing that the other party was so heroic, Lin Ziyao didn't hold back, and called out, "Brother Sicheng." The voice was clear and sweet, which made Sicheng feel very comfortable.

"If it was outside, I would have had a good time drinking and talking. Unfortunately, here, I haven't eaten meat for two days."

Lin Ziyao laughed and rolled his eyes: "It's easy to handle, my little brother has a way."

Hearing this, Si Chenglie's eyes lit up.

After all, Wanfu Temple is located on the outskirts of the city, and there is a large forest behind it, which is rich in resources. Besides, there are chickens and ducks raised in captivity. Monks are not allowed to eat meat, but eggs and duck eggs are still allowed, so there are many chickens and ducks raised here.

"Thank you for coming up with this idea." General Sicheng cleaned up a chicken by the stream with a dagger. Lin Ziyao was very satisfied with that neatness. Come on, he is a meal of vegetables and rice.

Put away the salt and various seasonings stolen from the kitchen, then took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and found a wooden stick for Si Chenglie to sharpen. While sharpening, Si Chenglie glanced at Lin Ziyao's feet. One piece was whiter than any girl he had ever seen, and it made him dizzy, but actually it felt quite tactile.

"This should be okay."

It wasn't until Lin Ziyao made a sound that Si Chenglie realized it, and then he became confused. What was he thinking just now?After looking at his hand, Si Chenglie handed the stick to Lin Ziyao.

For three years he didn't have enough food or clothing to keep warm, so Lin Ziyao practiced fishing very well. He stood above Si Chenglie's cleaning, stood in the water, pointed at the wooden stick, and carefully stared at the fish in the water.

Lin Ziyao's whole body is worthy of praise is this set of eyes, not only good-looking, but also very good eyesight, predicting the direction of the fish, Lin Ziyao remained motionless, his eyes narrowed, the wooden stick in his hand, Fast, accurate, and ruthless, you can kill a live fish in one fell swoop.

Si Chenglie thought that Lin Ziyao was just playing for fun, but when the two fish were thrown to the bank, he admired Lin Ziyao's eyesight and speed, but after Lin Ziyao caught two, he rubbed his shoulders and came up: "It's been a long time I haven’t tried it, it’s all rusty.”

"The technology is better than my subordinates, and besides, it's the first time I've seen a scholar like you do it so cleanly."

Lin Ziyao was made a little guilty by his words about a scholar. Everyone knows that he is not good enough for a scholar. Lin Ziyao put on his shoes and socks and said, "I'm going to collect firewood, wait a minute. "

Si Chenglie came back to his senses, and when he saw the man pushing through the grass, he had an idea in his mind.

When Lin Ziyao came back from picking up firewood, Si Chenglie had already processed the fish and chicken. Lin Ziyao found a fire pocket to start a fire. Si Chenglie touched the fish and chicken with seasonings, and put them on the rack to roast.

"Brother Lin."

Lin Ziyao looked up suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"Have you ever thought about practicing bows and arrows?" Si Chenglie was a general after all, seeing that Lin Ziyao had some talent, so the love and talent in his heart began to stir.

"Huh? Bow and arrow?"

6. Is it a good thing to concentrate well?

"Hey? Bow and arrow? But I don't have the strength to draw the bow, and you can see my body, panting after walking a few steps, practicing bow and arrow, probably will kill me." Lin Ziyao waved his hands quickly.

"It's not difficult. I also have a very thin man under my command. He is also an archer. He claims that our army has a big target, and his strength can be practiced. Otherwise, you will not feel bored after studying all day? Your concentration is surprisingly strong. Not bad, it’s good to be accurate, how about trying it?" Si Chenglie tried to persuade Lin Ziyao with the mentality of loving talent.

After Si Chenglie said this, Lin Ziyao was a little bit moved. It is really boring to nest in the pile of books all day long. If he can practice bows and arrows, it would be a good thing. Thinking that he has never achieved anything since he was a child, he was always looked down upon by others. Lin Ziyao He raised his eyes and nodded:

"Okay, if Brother Sicheng doesn't dislike me for being stupid, then my younger brother will be disrespectful."

Si Chenglie cracked his lips, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to draw a bow. After you can leave here, you can follow me to practice at the big bull's head. Big brother takes good care of you."

Lin Ziyao was praised for the first time, and his face flushed. He poked the fire with a branch, and hummed: "I listen to Brother Sicheng."

Those pink ears made Si Chenglie feel intuitively interesting, and after a moment of stupefaction, he grilled the fish with a smile.

And Si Chenglie has always been a man of one word, so he went to Lin Ziyao the next morning, holding a curved bow: "This is a small bow, you should use this for the first time to practice, and I will definitely let you see the big one with a big target in the future." bow."

Lin Ziyao grinned, Hualien wondered who this person was, but Lin Ziyao kept silent, and said to tell her again at night, Hualien watched Lin Ziyao follow, and felt very strange, didn't he copy the scriptures today?

In fact, the practice of drawing the bow is very boring and tedious, and it is very particular about arm strength. Lin Ziyao has no strength, but it is also very strenuous to keep pulling the bow, not to mention that the general Si Chenglie said frankly that he would kill him. Practice to the second position of the big target.

Lin Ziyao suffered a lot this time, the other party only taught him the basic postures, and left a sentence: "I will come back in two hours, you practice slowly, and I have to arrange it."

It was okay at the beginning, but after a long time, the strength in this hand became weak, but Lin Ziyao still insisted on drawing the bow. If he used to be, he would definitely take the opportunity to be lazy. Yes, but compared to the three years of slavery, this is really not hard work.

When Hua Lian came looking for him with a basket, he saw Lin Ziyao was sweating profusely, and even the back of his clothes could be seen wet. He exclaimed, "Young master, what are you doing!"

Lin Ziyao didn't hear it. He is the kind of person who is hard to get away from once he is in the state, so he didn't realize it until Hualien stood in front of him. The raised hand was already sore and unbearable. it's time.

When Hua Lian saw Lin Ziyao let go of his hands, his face turned pale and his expression changed: "My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you?"

When Hualien was anxious, Lin Ziyao wrinkled his face and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Hand cramps."

This made Hua Lian dumbfounded, and immediately helped him sit aside, helping him stretch his cramped arm: "Is it better?"

"Well, it's better, I feel that these hands are not my own." Lin Ziyao was troubled by more than this, he hadn't finished copying the scriptures yet.

Si Chenglie didn't come back for two hours after the appointment, presumably because he was busy with business affairs, Hualien helped Lin Ziyao go back to rest, let him take a bath first, then ran to get some ointment, and when he returned to the wing room, he saw Lin Ziyao, who fell asleep, couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed, "Why bother?"

"Brother Lin has this talent." Si Chenglie walked in with a medicine bottle in his hand, "This is an imperial medicine, which is better than the one from the temple. Let me come. You can't be sure of the strength of the pressing, lest he wake up." It's been sore for a while."

Hualien was left on the sidelines, and did not find out who the visitor was, so he had to boil some water first and prepare herbal tea for Lin Ziyao to drink when he woke up. It was nothing to do with her right now.

But Si Chenglie lifted up his sleeve and stared blankly at this thin arm, but his heart was very complicated. He thought that a big man like Lin Ziyao