Zhao Xiaoyun had intended to have a good relationship with Ma Chao, but he had a different feeling to transform into his master so inexplicably.

Ma Chao's peach blossom eyes loomed again.

Zhao Xiaoyun directly raised his hand and surrendered, "Okay, I promise you, but my swordsmanship is average." ”

Ma Chao's complaining voice tactfully changed a few times, "I didn't say I wanted to learn swordsmanship." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun almost wanted to hehe face, if you don't learn swordsmanship, can you learn marksmanship with me and achieve the reputation of a generation of gun saints, do you want this history.

"Zilong~~~" Ma Chao shouted in a girlish manner, and directly shouted Zhao Xiaoyun's goosebumps off the ground.

"I explained in advance that everyone has their own most suitable weapon, and I can only use swordsmanship and marksmanship. If you want to learn from me, wait for me here tomorrow. Zhao Xiaoyun became a strict teacher for a while, and when he decided to practice martial arts tomorrow, he left the martial arts training ground.

Ma Chao was behind her, looked at the military camp firmly, and gritted his teeth, "It's done!" ”

With Zhao Xiaoyun's ears, he naturally heard this, and his thin lips pursed a smile that was not easy to erase.

In the dead of night, there was another person who was tossing and turning, thinking that in the evening, Zhao Xiaoyun knocked over a big man with two fists, Li Ba was cold, counted the location of his bed, and there was an empty seat away from Zhao Xiaoyun, just two people, if Zhao Xiaoyun was a lord who would repay him, would he give him a punch in the middle of the night.

The more Li Ba thought about it, the more scared he became, and the number of flips became more and more.

"What are you doing, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, grinding mallets!" A person next to Li Ba, Daniel Zhang, who was also one of the daytime coaxers, was woken up by Li Ba and rebuked him dissatisfied.

Li Ba still cared about Daniel Zhang and Wang Yong, glanced at him, turned over again and ignored it, staring at Zhao Xiaoyun's empty bed with some daunting eyes.

Daniel Zhang cursed a few more words, seeing that Li Ba ignored him, and was afraid that the patrolling people would find out, he turned over and fell asleep.

Li Ba waited for a long time, almost fell asleep, and in a trance, he saw a figure walking towards the innermost bed.

The innermost?!

That's not Zhao Xiaoyun's bed!

Li Ba was immediately frightened by himself, where did he dare to continue sleeping, half-squinting his eyes, pretending to be asleep, but watching Zhao Xiaoyun's every move vigilantly in his heart.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Xiaoyun suddenly turned around, stared at Li Ba deadly, and his tone sank.

Li Ba simply closed his eyes, pretended to be asleep completely, and ignored Zhao Xiaoyun's words.

"Humph! Don't think it's pretending to be asleep, I don't know, if you still want to fight, then come! "Zhao Xiaoyun is a person who practices martial arts, if she is stared at by a rough man and doesn't know, then she is simply sorry for her father and her master's teaching, but at this time, everyone else is asleep, and Li Ba is also pretending to be asleep and ignoring her, she can't hold on, she can only guard against Li Ba cautiously.

If Li Ba knew that he was pretending to be asleep, but Zhao Xiaoyun would be more defensive against him, then he would want to cry without tears, he was just afraid that Zhao Xiaoyun would beat him in the middle of the night.

Zhao Xiaoyun slept in the barracks for the first time, alert to everything around him, but fortunately, people who practice martial arts will always be in better health than ordinary people, because when they appear on the martial arts training ground, they are still refreshed, which is in stark contrast to Ma Chao with a tired face.

"Zilong, morning." Ma Chao yawned, tightened his exposed underwear, and greeted him very naturally.

Zhao Xiaoyun frowned slightly, the first time she practiced martial arts, her mother also prepared a martial arts training uniform for her, the work was neat, Ma Chao's appearance was so good, she was unhappy.

Ma Chao saw Zhao Xiaoyun's gloomy face, and subconsciously trembled, and hurriedly saw what was wrong with him.

At this glance, I found that Zhao Xiaoyun was dressed in a martial arts training uniform, and at first glance, he was here to practice martial arts, and he was also disheveled, looking like he was sleepwalking.

The son of a dignified general, his IQ naturally cannot be low, so he immediately put away the sleepiness on his face, and tidied himself up neatly.

Only then did Zhao Xiaoyun speak, "Have you learned Zama steps." ”

Although Zhao Xiaoyun opened his mouth, Ma Chao was relieved, but when he heard it, it was the basic skill of Zamabu, which was torturous, and he wanted to wail.

But as soon as he came into contact with Zhao Xiaoyun's expressionless face, Ma Chao was scared, swallowed the words of complaint, and nodded obediently, "Learned." ”

"Let's get started." After Zhao Xiaoyun finished speaking, he took the lead in setting up a horse step, and seriously felt the difference every time he took a horse step.

Ma Chao pursed his mouth, looked at the cold military camp, and resigned himself to Zhao Xiaoyun's side, Zama Bu.

"Zilong, how long are we going to pierce." In less than a quarter of an hour, Ma Chao couldn't help but speak.

Zhao Xiaoyun didn't even want to give him the afterglow, and said coldly, "Half an hour." ”

In the past, Zhao Xiaoyun was basically an hour, but in this military camp, she hadn't figured out the rest time, she could only say that it was half an hour, and the extra time would teach him swordsmanship, but it was only limited to relying on his self-reliance, otherwise, it would delay him.

Two quarters of an hour later, Ma Chao's legs shook twice, and Zhao Xiaoyun stood still.

Three quarters of an hour later, Ma Chao's clothes were completely soaked with sweat, he gritted his teeth, his legs trembled even more, and Zhao Xiaoyun stood still.

There is still about a pillar of incense time before half an hour, Ma Chao's eyes are full of sweat, blurred, thin lips are wide open, inhaling hard, his legs are no longer shaking, because they are already wooden, and Zhao Xiaoyun is still standing still, and from time to time he looks at the work and rest of other people in the barracks.

The ancients were probably not as careful as modern soldiers, or perhaps because most of them were composed of militia, and the personnel were a little miscellaneous, and there were not many people who came out early in the morning, a quarter of them were running, half of them were practicing boxing, and a quarter of them were like Zhao Xiaoyun.........

Zhao Xiaoyun was a little disappointed by this, but after looking at Ma Chao next to him, Zhao Xiaoyun was still comforted, and pulled a good helper in the future, this trip was enough.

After estimating for a while, Zhao Xiaoyun opened his mouth to say that it was time, but Ma Chao's legs were no longer conscious, and even his neck was stiffly twisted towards Zhao Xiaoyun, crying silently about how serious he was today.

Zhao Xiaoyun pulled him up funny, "Go run for a while and move your body." ”

Ma Chao had tears in his eyes and walked with difficulty.

Zhao Xiaoyun held a spear in the martial arts training ground, and calmly felt the gun in his hand.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaoyun opened his eyes, and the brightness in his eyes flashed away, which involuntarily attracted people to look over.

"Who is that man? He looks like a soldier in this martial arts training field. ”