Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

Lin Yi asked Xiao Huan to sit on the stage and drink tea at some point, and he stood at the entrance of the school grounds, holding a lightsaber in his hand, and the sword was shining brightly.

"Morning, Young Master!"

Two days ago, Lin Yi was wandering around in the Ninth Army Camp. Many soldiers were familiar with him and greeted him with a smile.

Lin Yi also smiled, raised his sword across the soldier's eyebrows, and picked up his helmet with the end of the sword: "It's worn crookedly, and the army's appearance is out of order. Run ten laps."

The soldier's back was covered with cold sweat from the sword light, he smiled and went to accept the punishment honestly.

Lin Yi leaned against the big poplar tree, casually watching the soldiers go in one by one like flowing water, but his eyes were very vicious. is spectacular.

"People's hearts are fluctuating these days. Your boss, your boss's boss, may have disappeared temporarily. This Marquis is barely in the class. You must give face."

Lin Yi put away the lightsaber, took down a long | spear, dressed in silver armor, with the long | spear across his shoulders, walking between the arrays, still looking like a soldier.

Many people complained that if people's hearts are floating, the young master was the most unruly one in the camp two days ago.

Lin Yi walked halfway, and turned back: "Those who played cards, fought, and gambled with me two days ago, all come out."

It was quiet.

Lin Yi held a | gun in his hand and danced with a gun flower, and stopped steadily. The tip of the gun pointed at a person, and looked at him coldly: "Get out."

The man had no choice but to come out honestly.

Lin Yi counted people as he walked, and soon people came out consciously one after another. When he saw it, he felt very sad. In just three days, he actually dragged a battalion of people to violate military discipline.

Lin Yi threw the long | gun to the soldier next to him, and snapped his fingers: "Those who violate discipline, follow me to receive the punishment, and the rest will double their training until they feel at ease."

Xiao Huan quietly stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, watching Lin Yi leading a group of black people tied up with heavy objects and running in circles and striding horses. He received the penalty and received the real goods at a fair price, without any moisture, he couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

Lin Yigui was neatly dressed in silver armor. As soon as he entered the training ground, he naturally took on the temperament of a gangster, but he was much crazier than ordinary gangsters. This was a habit he had in the army in his previous life, and he couldn't change it for a while.

The young master received the punishment himself, so the training was doubled, and everyone did not complain, and obeyed honestly.

Combat training seems to be more interesting than physical training, but once Lin Yi came, this became the cruelest part.

He took off his armor and put on a dark singlet. He asked all the new rank sergeants to fight him one by one. If he fell to the ground within five moves, he would lead his subordinates to double the amount of training.

There are more than 2 people in the Ninth Army, the centurion, battalion commander, and thousand commanders, plus the soldiers of each team, there are many large and small with ranks. Counting the time, Lin Yi had to fight one-on-three at a time. Hurry up, and finally knock down everyone within two quarters of an hour.

In the army in his previous life, Lin Yi was so ruthless. He often looked lazy, but he was actually very strict. He was even more cold-blooded when he was on the battlefield. It is no wonder that his notoriety spread.

Lin Yi's single shirt was soaked with sweat. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, turned around and left behind a group of sergeants who had turned their backs on their backs, and returned to the general audience.

Xiao Huan saw his walking posture with his head lowered slightly, it was different from usual, he seemed to be ruffled as soon as he got here, but he was also very good-looking.

He guessed the reason in his heart, and he couldn't help feeling a little bitter.

Probably the last life.The pampered young master suddenly went to the northern border army alone, and had to put on a disguise to adapt quickly and convince the crowd quickly.

So every time this happens, he involuntarily enters this state. This is Lin Yi's protection of himself, which has even become a physical reaction under the circumstances of isolation and betrayal.

Xiao Huan looked down at Lin Yi, this time, he arrived at Lin Yi's side early, so he wouldn't make him suffer so much.

Lin Yi raised his eyes to look at Xiao Huan who was on the stage, and showed him a big smile, which was as bright as the sun for a moment: "I'm so tired."

Like a kid coming home from a crazy day out.

Xiao Huan's heart softened, and he leaned over and stretched out his hand towards him. Lin Yi held his palm, stepped on his foot, and jumped up to the general platform lightly, with a slightly warm breath on his body.

After all, Lin Yi worked so hard on this day that he tripled the training volume of the entire Ninth Army Department until noon, making everyone so impetuous that they couldn't even talk about what happened to Peng Mo. There is no strength left.

At noon, after discussing the matter with Lin Sihong, He Dingqing went to check around the camp. He only felt that the atmosphere here was very solid, which was different from what Lin Sihong said in the emergency order, and felt a little strange.

Lin Yi went to the main tent and saw Lin Sihong sitting quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Peng Mo's interrogation is over?"

Lin Yi poured tea, and put the food that the soldiers had just reheated and prepared to serve in front of Lin Sihong.

"Halfway through the interrogation, he was tired of talking, and I was also tired." Lin Sihong picked up the chopsticks and ate a few bites casually.

"Did you tell him the arrangement of General Peng?" Lin Yi asked, "Will he regret it?"

"Of course he will regret it," Lin Sihong said. "He is loyal to Zhaowu Army and Yan State, but he has a grudge against me."

"You just kept your promise to the old general and didn't tell Peng Mo. Under the circumstances at that time, suppressing Peng Mo was to protect him, otherwise he would be caught in a power struggle in the army. This matter can't be both."

Lin Yi felt that Lin Sihong was in a bad mood.

"There is no regret for what has passed." Lin Sihong smiled, "However, Ziyao, sometimes there is nothing wrong with breaking a promise for the sake of the overall situation."

Lin Yi thought of something and asked, "Father, do you know Shao Chongyou?"

Lin Sihong shook his head: "I seem to have heard of it, but I haven't seen it."

Lin Yi paused, and then asked: "Then if one day, you want to entrust someone to help me, who will you choose?"

Lin Sihong seemed to find this question very interesting, and said with a smile, "Of course it is His Majesty."

Lin Yi was stunned, and he suddenly realized that yes, the only support Lin Sihong sought for him was Emperor Yongguang, whose Sacred Heart was unpredictable, but he was also the most unambiguous in this world.

He was full of doubts all of a sudden, he was in northern Xinjiang in his last life, and Shao Chongyou came to help him, didn't he follow Lin Sihong's order?

But Shao Chongyou has been in Northern Xinjiang for five years, why would he do this?There is someone else behind him?

Or maybe, at this time, Lin Sihong just hadn't met Shao Chongyou yet, if he knew him and had friendship, he would still entrust Shao Chongyou to help him.

There may never be an answer to this question, Lin Yi has a headache.

Lin Yi reorganized the rivers and mountains of the Ninth Army Headquarters, hiding his achievements and fame. In the evening, he returned to the main camp with Xiao Huan. He returned to the account to pack his things, and came out to find Fei Lingxue. He saw Fei Lingxue and Xiao Huan holding a card The artwork discusses something.

Lin Yi felt that the most comfortable thing in these days was that every time he went to harass Lin Sihong, he came back lazily blowing the spring breeze, watching Xiao Huan and Fei Lingxue modifying drawings, doing carpentry, and talking about things.

If he was asked to stop or go back to a certain point in his life, he would choose such a moment.

Xiao Huan and Fei Lingxue looked up and saw him, Lin Yi smiled, and raised the two jars of wine in his hands: "Brother Lingxue, we are going south tomorrow."

The three of them went to Lin Yi's tent to drink wine, chatting all over the world, from the old tribute in the outer domain to the port in the South China Sea, from the wars of the previous dynasty to this year's new tea.

"The next time you come back, you may be able to see the created cloud arm."

Fei Lingxue had a light drinker and the moon was in the sky, so she bid farewell to the two and went back to rest.

When Xiao Huan went to see Fei Lingxue off, Lin Yi was probably tired and leaned on the blanket half drunk, but when he closed his eyes, it was the scene from his previous life.

He saw that in the first year of his arrival in the Zhaowu Army, all the military departments had changed blood, the situation was tense, and there was no reliable person around him.

Once as a last resort, he led a hundred dead soldiers to sneak into a border town occupied by the enemy.

The city was full of flames, and the sky was full of orange red, which was more dazzling than the sunset. Before they retreated, the Beiyi people found them without any surprise, and countless enemy troops surrounded them.

Lin Yi has excellent martial arts skills, but in the lonely city of thousands of troops, he can't protect everyone at all, and those eyes that can't be closed until death are still in front of him.

These have been dusty for many years, and even in the last life, I seldom recall them.

Perhaps it was because he was suddenly brought back to his old state during the daytime military training, and this moment has emerged one after another.

As soon as Xiao Huan came back, he saw Lin Yi waking up like a dream, frowning tightly, and immediately stepped forward to wake him up.

Lin Yi opened his eyes blankly, and heaved a sigh of relief after a while, feeling that he had no strength in his body.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Huan simply hugged him directly to the bed.

"I can't drink enough recently." Lin Yi half-jokingly said, took a break, and went to wash up again, at least a little clearer, and came back and fell on the bed.

Xiao Huan was worried about him, so he stayed in the tent and slept next to Lin Yi.

As soon as Lin Yi lay down, his drunkenness doubled, and that bit of sobriety became not enough.

In the previous life, there was blood and rain in the past, but in the end, the skin of an evil ghost was painted by the rumors.

The bitterness of the previous life surged up, without fading in the slightest.

In the dark, half dreaming and half drunk, he grabbed Xiao Huan's sleeve, put his forehead on his shoulder, and muttered in a daze.

In this life, it is not difficult to be worthy of the people in the world, but it is difficult to be worthy of the people around you, and the most difficult thing is to be worthy of yourself.

The winter in northern Xinjiang was barren, only cold wind and frost and snow. He spent six such winters, and his heart was ground to stone by the wind here.

It seems that this stubborn heart is not worthy of any warmth in the world. It is only criticized by thousands of people and infamous for hundreds of generations, but it is gradually getting used to it.

Xiao Huan quietly held him in his arms, and heard him whisper: "The heart of the stone...why does it still hurt?"

"Zi Yao, follow me back to Jiangnan tomorrow, okay?" Xiao Huan said in Lin Yi's warm voice.

Lin Yi seemed to be drawn by his voice, and escaped from the nightmare. The rough north wind turned into gentle mist in the south of the Yangtze River. He nodded slightly unconsciously, leaned into Xiao Huan's arms, and finally fell asleep peacefully.