Shi Yiguang knows that if you want to learn archery, you must first get off the plate, the basic skills of Zama step are very important, and the strength of the upper body and arms is also essential to carry water and move stones.

It's just that...... She knows all this, and since the spring and autumn seasons, she has been practicing her body every day. Early in the morning, the weak body had already been trained by Shi Yiguang. So I don't want to spend too much time on this.

You must know that now that Mr. Sun is gone, she is alone in the Chu State, and her future is unknown. If you are swept up by the inevitable torrent of history, then time is even more urgent.

Chen Yin listened to Shi Yiguang's words, and did not pretend to refuse, but said indifferently: "Okay, if you want to practice archery at the same time, you can practice." As long as you can draw the bow. ”

Hearing Chen Yin's permission, Shi Yiguang immediately followed with a fart, and responded with a smile: "Mr. is not only beautiful, but also so good." No wonder Mr. Changqing often boasts. ”

Chen Yin, who was listening to Shi Yiguang's sycophant laughter, turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang when he heard the last sentence: "You just said that Sun Wu often praises me?" ”

Shi Yiguang nodded, and the ghost words were very neat: "Yes, Mr. often says that you are extraordinarily talented, and you are also honest and loyal." Although he is occasionally stubborn, his heart is extremely kind. She didn't dare to say too exaggerated words, what kind of person is beautiful and kind, and everyone loves her. This is not something that Mr. Sun can tell.

Chen Yin listened to Shi Yiguang's words, his face first eased, and his inexplicable emotions flashed, and the next moment he tensed up again, glaring at Shi Yiguang and reprimanding: "You don't want to be in front of me, and next time, I will pick your skin." With that, he turned his head and continued walking towards the house.

Shi Yiguang hurriedly caught up, and said exaggerated with a bitter face: "Hey sir, how could I go around you!" That's what Mr. Changqing said! ”

Chen Yin listened, sneered, and didn't look back, only said coldly: "If I was really so good in his heart, she wouldn't have abandoned me back then." ”

Shi Yiguang followed behind Chen Yin, and when he heard Chen Yin's words, Shi Yiguang's mouth opened open. What secret did she hear?

A little-known love history of the grandson of the soldier saint? Is Uncle Sun playing the role of a negative man here?

"He has two disciples, one Anyang and one me. It's all his dear little baby. Shi Yiguang was puzzled in his heart, but his mouth replied to Chen Yin's words: "If you are not good in Mr. Changqing's heart, how can he entrust me here?" ”

Mr. Sun is a person who values affection and righteousness, and if he accepts students who devote himself to teaching, it is not an exaggeration to say that he looks at his own children.

Chen Yin listened to Shi Yiguang's words, but there was no response. He just walked into the house, took the bow and arrow that he handed over to him, and took a look.

"You go back, starting tomorrow, come here every day to study and practice, and return home at the end of the day."

Shi Yiguang listened to Chen Yin's words, and nodded with a smile on his face: "Yes, the student knows." With that, he made a teacher-student salute at Chen Yin's back and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Shi Yi smiled brightly. At the moment, my heart is very comfortable.

Naturally, she should be comfortable. It's been out here for so long, and it's finally done. How can it be uncomfortable?

Then she didn't have to carry a mat and a scroll every day, and squatted under the willow tree outside every day.

Shi Yiguang grinned, and his steps became cheerful. Let's go now, put away the mats, porcelain jars, and scrolls, and go home!

Shi Yiguang, who was jumping out with a smile on his face, slowed down when he jumped under the jujube tree in the courtyard. The brisk pace became hesitant.

She stared out of the fence, kneeling on her straw mat, the young man and the white-haired old man who were carefully flipping through her bamboo scroll.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

She stepped out of the fence and looked at the two of them sitting on her straw mat.

When they got closer, the two of them were still sitting upright on the straw mat and looked at the scroll in their hands silently.

Shi Yiguang's feet in white socks were still bare, standing next to the straw mat, with his waist inserted, looking at the two people sitting on the straw mat with an expressionless face. coughed up.

No one noticed, and no one answered.

Shi Yiguang rolled his eyes at the sky, and then stretched out his foot and kicked the ceramic jar on the side.

The jar was kicked over and hit the stone on the side, not shattering, but making a clanging sound.

The two people sitting on the straw mat raised their heads in shock, and they both turned their heads to look.

Shi Yiguang stood beside the straw mat, raised his right heel, rubbed his left foot, and held the fence on the side: "Since you are a scholar, don't you know that it is very, very, very rude to take other people's things without asking?" ”

The old man and the young man looked at Shi Yiguang who was talking, and both of them were still holding Shi Yiguang's bamboo roll in their hands.

The young man's gaze moved downward, looking at Shi Yiguang's feet that were still rubbing, and his face was as indifferent as ever. didn't answer, only said: "It's cold, you put on your foot clothes first." ”

Shi Yiguang held the fence with one hand and his waist with the other, looking at the young man who was talking: "You can't understand my words?" As he spoke, he sneered: "If you want to read a book, okay, give money." A book is a gold. As he spoke, Shi Yiguang stretched out his hand that was just inserting his waist and spread it out towards the young man.

The old man next to him looked at Shi Yiguang's unruly words and deeds, frowned, opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak, but he didn't want the young man on the side to open his mouth first.

"Are you commenting on all of this?" The young man said, picked up the bamboo scroll in his hand, and raised it at Shi Yiguang.

Shi Yi blushed his face, didn't reply, squatted up, and began to put on his foot clothes.

"Give me back the book, I'm leaving." Shi Yiguang stood up straight and stretched out his hand to the two people in front of him.

At this time, Ban'er walked out of the courtyard, tied a pigtail, and handed a small bow and arrow in his hand to Shi Yiguang: "Boy, this is given to you by Mr." ”

Seeing this, Shi Yiguang hurriedly walked to the fence, took it with both hands, and then waved his bow and arrow at the house in the yard, and said respectfully: "Boy, Mr. Xie loves it." ”

The white-haired old man on the side looked at Shi Yiguang, who was randomly switching between scoundrel and upright, his brows furrowed, and he was puzzled.

The half-man here was about to go back after giving the bow and arrow, but the white-haired old man outside took two steps forward and pulled his sleeve: "This little boy, I want to ask, these books, but the gentleman inside said that he commented?" The old man asked, gesturing to the bamboo scroll in the hand of the boy sitting on the straw mat.

Ban'er was a little irritated when she was suddenly pulled by her clothes, but looking at the person in front of her, she didn't dare to get angry, she just turned her head and pouted, and replied: "No, Mr. only teaches arrows, these are all written by herself." As he spoke, he took a step back, broke free of the old man's hand, turned around and ran quickly, for fear of being pulled and asked again.

These people can pester Bingwen's kid all afternoon, and he will look at it. Bingwen is so scoundrel that he is about to lose his temper, he doesn't want to be entangled.

Shi Yiguang held the bow and arrows, looked at the young man who was still sitting on his straw mat, and after asking for half a word, he walked back to look at the old man with the bamboo roll. She looked up at the already sinking sky, and her empty stomach was already calling softly.