Reborn Trainer

Jing Yun felt that he had a very long dream. In the dream, Long Ling hid in the woods with a wrinkled face and cried. He walked up to Long Ling and swore that he would never swear like him. The cat pissed, and Long Ling was very angry because of this, and rushed over to beat him with his nose dragging his eyebrows and eyes sideways.Long Ling was five years older than him, this punch made Jing Yun roll to the ground, hit his face on the tree trunk behind him, and broke the bridge of his nose.

The red nosebleed made Long Ling stunned, but Jing Yun just got up, his eyes were red, and he didn't say a word.

On that day, the father of Longling's patriarch died in the assassination of the tiger clan. Longling's mother was very aggressive, carrying a bow and arrow across the mountains to take revenge, and shot the head of the tiger clan blind with an arrow, and she herself died in the In the hands of the Tiger Clan guards.

That day, Long Ling lost his protective umbrella and was hurriedly overtaken by the elders of the clan to take the position of the new patriarch.

On that day, Long Ling wiped away his tears and gave Jing Yun the honorable name "Timo" at the succession ceremony, which means the stone without tears.

After that, Jing Yun and Long Ling became inseparable brothers.

Jing Yun was in a trance, and vaguely heard thunder coming from the sky.After a while, the pouring rain poured down on his head. He shivered and wanted to make a sound, but found that his throat was sore and smoking, and the pain all over his body seemed to be half a beat behind. Only at this moment did he show signs of awakening.

The heavy rain fell down the cheeks, Jing Yun's eyebrows and eyes were deep, and the raindrops slid down the end of the eyes and into the temples, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

The rain moistened the chapped lips, but Jing Yun had no desire to open his eyes.He was probably still in the dream, limp and unable to tell the difference between east, west and north. In the dream, Long Ling grew up rapidly, at first he was a little shorter than himself, and then he quickly stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and then he was a head taller than him.

His face has changed from immature to green, and he has passed the embarrassing age of the first love of a young man. He opened his mouth to say something to himself under the blood-red sunset, but he couldn't hear the voice clearly, probably because the wind was too strong, but Jing Yun endured it. Unable to stop the throbbing pain in his heart, he moved his stiff fingers slightly, tightly grasping the rain-soaked soil under his body.

Then the dream was replaced by red lanterns, paper-cut Double Happiness pasted on the window, the sound of blessings from the clan, and the sound of firecrackers.I quickly shuttled through the crowd, dragging my good brother Qi Sheng to eat each dish of the flowing water banquet one by one, until Long Ling found himself helplessly.

The two were young that night, and they said it was a bridal chamber but actually did nothing.Long Ling seemed to have said something to himself, and held his hand, with some apprehension on his usually calm and precocious face, but he was drunk and dazed, so he just held it and smiled silly.

Later, the two of them experienced many, many things, some things they couldn't remember, but some things they remembered clearly.He remembered the weight the man carried; he remembered that the man protected himself too much and never allowed himself to set foot in dangerous places; The two sat on the branches of the tree all night as they did when they were young. The next day the long war between the Tiger Clan and the Dragon Clan began, and they only saw each other almost once a year.

after that……

Jing Yun felt that he had woken up from a dream, and his hands holding the soil trembled because he was too hard, his fingers were pierced by the stones hidden in the soil, and the blood seeped into the soil, but Jing Yun didn't care.He looked at the hazy sky blankly, and the only sound of sobbing was left in the valley.

He never cries.

Even if the bridge of his nose was broken, even if he suffered the pain of a broken bone, even if he lost half his life to save Long Ling, and it took him two years to recover his body, he never cried.

Otherwise, sorry for the name Timo.

But now he was crying like a child, he would rather drown in the memories of the past than face the cruel reality.

Long Ling died.

In order to pull himself off the cliff, he turned his back on the enemy and was stabbed through the chest severely by a sword.Jing Yun never knew that he could still utter such a terrible howl. He wanted to catch him, but he had already lost his strength because of running all the way. Long Ling's eyes were slack, and as soon as the strength in his hand was loosened, he fell off the cliff .

The last look before losing consciousness was Long Ling lying on the edge of the cliff and howling in despair, resounding throughout the world.

Why haven't you died yet?Jing Yun thought dully, they made an appointment, and they will never leave each other.

Perhaps it was the jagged branches on the cliff that slowed down his falling speed, but Jing Yun realized from his gradually regaining consciousness that his legs had lost all feeling.

Probably it was broken, the valley is quiet, and no one will find me.

After the heavy rain, in the middle of the night, Jing Yun developed a high fever.He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, maybe a day, maybe two days.

He couldn't move, and he didn't want to move at all. Except for his fingers, he could move a little, and he gradually lost all sensation in other parts after one or two hours.

Jing Yun floated up and down in the dream of memories, the sun rose and set, there were birds perched on his head and looked at this creature strangely, occasionally a snake crawled past, but it seemed that he could not see him, slowly walking from his side. Swim away.

On the fifth day, Jing Yun suddenly became sober-minded for a moment.He suddenly felt reconciled, and suddenly felt that the more than twenty years with that person was too short, so short that when counted carefully, he was full of remorse.

If there is an afterlife, if there is...

Jing Yun saw a big bird gliding over the valley, it circled and wailed.

Jing Yun opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything, but after a while, he stopped breathing.

……

Someone was talking in a very close distance, as if covered with a layer of veil, it was difficult to hear clearly.

is he still aliveJing Yun was at a loss and puzzled, why is he still alive?

Since you can't fall to your death, kill yourself.

Jing Yun thought about it, digging on the ground with his fingers, trying to find a small sharp stone to cut his throat.

But he didn't touch the stone, but his hand was held by a pair of warm and dry hands.

"Sleep as soon as you sleep, what do you want to torment?" The man's voice was bright and pleasant, with a youthful air.

There was a bang in Jing Yun's mind, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

It was probably because his expression of opening his eyes was so ferocious that others were taken aback by him.A girl in a dance costume moved a little further away, and the golden bells tied around her ankles jingled very nicely.

"Patriarch, what happened to Timo?"

The young man called the patriarch was also funny. He stretched out his hand and flicked Jing Yun's forehead, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Jing Yun stared at him blankly, then couldn't help the soreness in his nose and tightness in his throat, he jumped up and threw himself into the man's arms regardless of the injuries all over his body.

"Plume!!"

The singing and laughing around fell silent for an instant.

It seemed that only Jing Yun's trembling voice was left in the whole world.

Long Ling frowned, stretched out his hand and patted Jing Yun's back, but didn't respond to his call, only said: "Why are you shaking so much? What's wrong?"

The winking person came over immediately, carefully pulled Jing Yun away, and said: "Let the little one take a look for Timo."

Jing Yun couldn't hear anything at the moment, only the handsome face of Long Ling was left in his eyes, but this face was too young, and the brows that hadn't shown any vigor carried the youthful astringency unique to young people.

It matches the young Long Ling in Jing Yun's memory.

Jing Yun hadn't figured out what was going on, but his body reflexively grabbed Long Ling's sleeve tightly, and no one else would let him go.

The old man who had been sitting next to him couldn't stand it any longer. His hair was gray and his face looked like a chapped face. He said in a displeased tone, "Timo, what kind of talk is this! Hurry up and let go!"

Another woman squeezed out of the crowd, and when she saw Jing Yun's movements, she screamed in shock and almost ran over rolling and crawling.

"Patriarch! Timo is still young and ignorant, please don't blame the patriarch!"

Saying that, he stretched out his hand to hug Jing Yun, and said straightly: "Are you a sleepy child? Let go!"

Her voice was a little broken because of fear, but this sharp voice effectively hit Jing Yun, and finally brought him back to his senses.

His fingers were forcibly opened by others, Long Ling straightened his clothes, didn't say anything, just took a look at Jing Yun, and waved for the woman to take him down.

Seeing that Long Ling was getting farther and farther away from him but didn't look at him more, Jing Yun realized that something was wrong with his body.

"Ah...Mom?"

Jing Yun looked blankly at the woman hugging him, suspecting that he woke up from a certain long dream and fell into another dream.

Didn't grandma die five years ago?But no matter how you look at it, this woman looks like a grandmother.

Looking down at myself again, the shrunken palms and shrunken body did not experience the scars of falling off the cliff, and the legs that should have been broken were also intact.

He moved his legs subconsciously, and was slapped on the buttocks by his mother. Jing Yun looked embarrassed. The person who had already been turned into loess in his memory stood there talking and laughing well.

If they are not crazy, then they are crazy.

Jing Yun lowered his head and let his mother read the words without saying a word.

This night passed very slowly, especially for Jing Yun, it was no less than suffering.He only learned from the chats between his grandmother and others that Long Ling, as the patriarch, took the young men and women of the clan out to hunt, firstly to pay homage to the gods of heaven and earth, and secondly to cultivate the skills of the young people in the clan.

Before the return journey, there will be a competition among the young clansmen, and the winner will be blessed and even named by the patriarch Longling.

Giving a name is the highest honor a clan can enjoy, just like Jing Yun's "Timo" was bestowed by Long Ling when he was young.When he was given his name, Long Ling himself had just turned ten years old, and Jing Yun was five years younger than him, just half the age of the other party.

Going out to hunt in the early autumn every year is a tradition of the Dragon Clan. Jing Yun is no longer familiar with it, but everything in front of him confuses him. Jing Yun only knows from his mother's words that Long Ling is 13 years old this year, and it has only passed since he was named Timo. for three years, and he was only eight years old.

eight years old?

Jing Yun touched his left wrist subconsciously, it was empty and there was nothing there.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the voices of young lads resounded through the sky. The neighing of horses was accompanied by the wailing of animals being hunted, converging into the unique vitality of the dragon tribe.

Jing Yun slowly climbed down from the bed, and carefully moved to the door curtain to look out.The anxiety of a sleepless night caused him two dark circles under his eyes.

Because of his recklessness yesterday, he was punished by his mother to stay in the tent until dinner.He spent the whole night trying to find a reason for all this, but he scratched his head and couldn't think of a reason, and finally gave up thinking when daylight broke.

He wanted to see Long Ling again now, as long as he saw that he was safe and sound, he would be relieved.

"Patriarch!" A young man on a horse called out.

The girls around also cheered. Although Long Ling is only 13 years old, he has already won the respect and love of everyone in the clan.

Perhaps because he showed the calmness of a 13-year-old at the age of 23, even many adults subconsciously regard him as an adult, forgetting that he is still a half-grown child.

Hearing the call, Jing Yun couldn't sit still for a while, but Grandma is a woman who speaks one word, if she runs out at this moment, there must be no dinner.The shadow taught by his mother when he was young made him dare not easily cross the line even though he was already an adult in his heart.

He walked around the house with difficulty, found a wooden stool and stood on tiptoe, opened the door curtain and looked out.

But there were too many onlookers, and due to his limited height, he could only see the backs of everyone's heads.

Jing Yun pursed her lips, feeling frustrated with such a weak self.

"Timo?" A small timid voice sounded from the door curtain, "Timo, what are you doing?"

Jing Yun turned his head, and saw a kid about his height, wearing deerskin boots and a maroon jacket, looking at him innocently.

The hair on the opponent's head was uneven, and a large area of ​​scalp was exposed in the middle and back, without a single hair.

This unique shape successfully evokes Jing Yun's inner memory.

"Qi Sheng!" He couldn't help calling out.

A Sheng was startled by him, and couldn't help but take a few steps back. He touched his waist with two plump hands, and finally touched a puppet rabbit the size of a palm—probably the adults were afraid that he would lose it. , so it was tied to the belt.

He grabbed the rabbit and hugged it, and looked at Jing Yun with black eyes wide open in horror.

Qi Sheng said: "My dad said, you were wrong yesterday and annoyed the patriarch, you, you, you, are you wrong today?"

The child obviously didn't know what the word "wrong" was. He probably thought it was some kind of illness, and he was a little worried and didn't dare to approach him.

Jing Yun shook his head, trying to calm himself down.

Thinking that he was calm and self-reliant in his last life, and he was always looked up to by others, but he went back more and more in his second life, and he really made a fuss when he saw everything.

Can……

Jing Yun felt sour in his heart, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Qi Sheng.

This is a good brother who grew up with him as a childhood sweetheart. A good brother is also called "Daxi" in the Dragon Clan. There are many good brothers in the Dragon Clan, but not every good brother is Daxi.

Qi Sheng has always been a coward. He liked to run around behind him since he was a child. He was naive and stupid, and he never did things out of his wits. But it was Daxi who was willing to go to the Tiger Clan to be a spy for himself, and finally died tragically in the Tiger Clan. In the hands of the patriarch.

His Daxi, his good brother.Jing Yun's eyes were sore, and before his outstretched hand touched Qi Sheng's head, someone grabbed his wrist.

Jing Yun was stunned for a moment, then raised his head. At some point, the crowd in front of him separated. Long Ling was standing in front of him, wearing a hunting robe and carrying a quiver, looking at him.

"My Timo." Long Ling looked at him, then at Qi Sheng who was trembling with fright, and said, "Why are your eyes red again? Should I consider taking back your name?"

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It’s been a long time since I’ve written a drama, so here’s a post!Update every day at 11:[-] noon~ Ask for flowers and flowers for collection! ==+

PS: This article assumes childhood sweethearts, husbands and wives, and a gorgeous fantasy transformation in the later stage~ so let’s count them as orcs for the time being~