Time Traveling: A Perfect Match

"Young man, why are you working so hard? You don't need to fight now." The old man serving Wei Lin's rice asked strangely. These days he obviously felt that Wei Lin ate more than before, so he added some more food to his bowl.

Wei Lin smiled embarrassedly, found a place and ate up the food in the bowl in two or three strokes.

"Wei Lin, you've changed a lot recently! I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've grown a lot stronger. Come on, let's do some tricks with my brother!"

The person who spoke was the person who taught Wei Lin how to drink that day. His name was Zhang Meng. Because his wife gave birth, he asked for leave and went back for a few days. Now it is considered a peaceful and prosperous world!Therefore, if the soldiers have something to do, they are still allowed to ask for leave.

"Then I ask Brother Zhang to give me some advice!"

After inadvertently overhearing Chu Ting's conversation outside the main tent last time, Wei Lin's temperament became more serious. He just worked hard silently. He hoped that one day Qi Junxuan would be able to win the military power from Chu Ting. To be qualified to stand beside Qi Junxuan and crusade against the North Kingdom with him, because it is impossible for him to avenge himself.

After several rounds, both of them were a little out of breath. Before Wei Lin joined the army, he was doing farm work at home. Although he was a little thinner, he still had the strength a boy should have.

Coupled with the training in the past few months, Wei Lin's fists are still very strong on his body.

"Brother Wei Lin, not bad!" Zhang Meng patted Wei Lin on the shoulder and said, "You are born to be a martial artist! It's not like us, after practicing with Uncle Zhao for so long, you are still the same."

Wei Lin looked at Zhang Meng with some confusion, and then at Old Man Zhao who was not far away. Old Man Zhao was the old man who served them rice. Wei Lin never thought that a rice cooker could teach these soldiers how to practice martial arts. . "Actually! Uncle Zhao is also a trainer. His family has a set of ancestral marksmanship, but he doesn't want to teach us, saying that we don't have the talent and can't learn it. He usually teaches us some boxing and kicking, just hoping that we will go to the battlefield that day. Now, I can have a little more chance to survive."

"Uncle Zhao, you saw it just now, what do you think of Wei Lin? Can I learn from your family's spearmanship?"

Zhang Meng dragged Wei Lin to Uncle Zhao to ask, actually Wei Lin didn't know anything, whenever Zhang Meng saw someone with better qualifications than him, he would drag him to show Uncle Zhao, because he really wanted to see What is the ancestral marksmanship of Uncle Zhao's family?

This matter has been rumored among them, and they all want to see how powerful it is, but so far, Old Man Zhao has not taken a fancy to one of them, and Zhang Meng quickly wonders if that is Old Man Zhao Saying it is deceiving.

Uncle Zhao has actually been observing Wei Lin recently, so he remembers that Wei Lin's appetite has increased a lot recently. He just thinks Wei Lin is quite to his liking, but he doesn't know if Wei Lin can catch his flying gun.

"Uncle Zhao!" Wei Lin called out respectfully.

"Since Da Meng is so optimistic about you, come and find me at the back of the camp after the training is over!" Uncle Zhao pushed his small cart with meals away after finishing speaking.

As soon as the training was over, Wei Lin rushed to the back camp before taking a shower. If what Zhang Meng said was true, then this was a rare opportunity for him.

"It came very quickly!" Uncle Zhao looked at Wei Lin with satisfaction. At the moment Wei Lin was still wearing clothes covered in dust and sweat, but this just showed that he attached great importance to this matter.

"If you can catch the last move in my marksmanship, how about I take you as my apprentice?"