Return [Quick Transmigration]

On the second day, it was half past Yin time and dawn had just arrived.

Everyone in the death room got up. They were like well-trained soldiers. They put on their clothes and tied their hair in less than a minute after getting up. By the way, they folded the quilts neatly and leaned against the corner .Qin Zhao imitated their appearance and put on tights. Fortunately, the clothes were not complicated.

Fu Chunming also got up, his face was a little pale, he noticed Qin Zhao's gaze, and smiled with the corners of his mouth open.He tossed and turned for a long time yesterday because of his back injury, and today he really didn't have the energy to speak.

"Can I go?" Qin Zhao looked at No. 11 and they left the room of the dead disciples one after another, then looked back at Fu Chunming who was struggling to stand up while supporting his waist.

Fu Chunming didn't expect that Qin Zhao hadn't left yet, so he grinned and stepped forward to grab Qin Zhao's hand, "You are stupid, what are you waiting for me, if Mr. sees that we are both late, we will be punished together !"

Qin Zhao looked at him silently, Fu Chunming lost his temper all of a sudden, why does it feel like the wood has become even woodier?

"Yes, I owe you." Fu Chunming put his hands on Qin Zhao's shoulders, pointed to the door and shouted, "Let's go!"

Qin Zhao, who always felt that he was in trouble, resigned himself to helping Fu Chunming out of the death room, and quickly rushed to the training ground based on the memory in his mind.But when the two of them arrived, the rumored "sir" was already sitting on the imperial concubine bed in front, leisurely playing with the bone fan made of silk and silk.

Obviously Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming were late even though they tried their best to come here.

The training ground is very large, and the ground is sandy. In addition to the open space in the center, there are several areas around it. Each area is equipped with some training facilities, including a target range for shooting, crawling forward The tactical area of ​​the steel wire mesh, the undulating piles of wooden piles and equipment...

The five people from No.11 to No.15 were standing in the middle of the training ground, with their hands behind their backs, looking straight ahead with serious expressions.But Qin Zhao felt that No. 11 and the rest of them seemed to be watching the show, and their eyes fell on him one after another.

The teacher who trained the Dead Apostles was named Wei San, and his real name is unknown among the Dead Apostles. He is about 25 years old, but his real age cannot be determined from his appearance alone.His skin is fair, smoother than a woman's, and his thin body looks a little weak, but Qin Zhao knows that this person's strength is not as weak as his appearance, at least he can be ranked among the top three in Baixue Villa.And everyone in the No. 1 villa knows that it is Wei Xuan, the head of the sect.

In the original body's memory, Wei Xuan's whereabouts are very secret, they have been in Baixue Villa for more than a month, and they have never met once.However, Qin Zhao thought that the living range of their dead disciples was narrow in the village. If Wei San hadn't appeared during the training, they might not even be able to see their husband's face, let alone other people.

Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming were standing just outside the queue. Wei San kept playing with the bone fan with one hand propped on the side of his face. His eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed unaware of the existence of Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming.

But Qin Zhao knew that Wei San actually knew they were coming.

Qin Zhao glanced at Wei San and followed Fu Chunming to lower his head. Fu Chunming just quietly pouted at Qin Zhao. If Qin Zhao was right, the other party was telling him to keep quiet.

Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming were standing for punishment. No. 11 and No. 15 did not get Wei San's instructions, so they could only grit their teeth and glared at Qin Zhao and the others angrily, and were forced to stand together against the increasingly hot sun in place.

Qin Zhao's body had just recovered from his injuries, and after standing there for two sticks of incense, his face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.Fu Chunming was no better than Qin Zhao, the clothes on his lower back were already stained red by blood from the wound.

When Qin Zhao was about to fall to the ground, Wei San finally raised his eyelids.He crossed his legs, opened the bone fan, and glanced over the No. 11 five people one by one, and then fell on Fu Mingchun and Qin Zhao. Finally, he looked at Qin Zhao with great interest for a while, and then retracted. out of sight.

"The weather is fine today, let's run a couple of laps with a load first." Wei San smiled, "I can only stop when I say stop."

"Yes!"

Qin Zhao followed suit, and then saw more than a dozen servants walking out from the end of the corridor, carrying a black lead weight together in twos and threes. NO.11 They seemed to be used to the strange thing, and when the servants put the things in front of them, they familiarly tied the ropes tied with lead weights around their waists.Fu Mingchun hissed and grinned for a while before he tied the lead rope.

Qin Zhao then tied the rope into a knot, and ran around the training ground behind NO.11 and the others.If you don't run, you don't know. This seemingly small piece of lead is so heavy. Qin Zhao estimated in his heart that it weighs at least fifty catties.Qin Zhao quickly fell behind, even the injured Fu Chunming was faster than him.

The body of the original body was already weak, and Qin Zhao was a modern person who had never received such training. He was already sweating profusely after running half a lap, and couldn't tell the difference between east, west, south, and north. NO.11 They were slightly better than Qin Zhao, at least they didn't get out of breath after the first lap.

Wei San had already had someone accept the imperial concubine, and he was sitting on the fence of the promenade, shaking his fan bone and watching the dead disciples running with their load.On the roof, there was a slight sound of footsteps stepping on the tiles. Just after hearing the sound, a young man with black totems painted on his face got into the corridor, took an apple from his chest and wiped the two of them casually. Just took a bite.

"The last one won't work." The young man mumbled as he chewed on an apple and looked at Qin Zhao who was already a lap behind.

"Stay away from me." Wei San took the bone fan and pushed the young man's hand holding the apple aside in disgust. His eyes fell on Qin Zhao again, and he shook his head and said, "Too weak."

"Is he the unlucky ghost who failed to protect the employer in the first mission assessment and ended up being rescued by the employer?"

"It's him." Wei San said indifferently.

"Hahaha..." The young man burst into laughter, "Hey, we are ashamed of Baixue Villa this time, a rare talent in ten years, I thought he was dead."

Wei San sneered, "At least the mission has been completed, I don't care about the rest."

While the two were chatting, Qin Zhao had already run three laps, and when he was about to start the fourth lap, his feet felt weak and he couldn't help but fell to the ground.The palm of his hand was cut by sand and stones, Qin Zhao was panting, sweat poured down his face, and soon the sand under his face became dizzy, and his clothes were also wet, as if he had just been salvaged from the sea.

Fu Mingchun looked at him worriedly, but he didn't dare to help him up. This was the rule set by Wei San.

Qin Zhao's eyes were blurred, and his thoughts seemed to return to modern times when he lay on the ground.

The era that was cast aside by everyone.

"Fall down." The young man with the totem on his face sighed.

Wei San's eyes darkened, the bone fan in his hand flickered, and he flew out at a very fast speed, only a black shadow was seen, and when he saw it clearly, the black bone fan had already pierced Qin Zhao's left arm superior.

"Ugh-"

Qin Zhao cried out in pain, and his hazy brain finally regained clarity after being stabbed.He reached out and wiped the blood from the inside of the clothes where a hole had been pierced.

"NO.17, how long do you want to rest?"

Wei San was obviously far away from them, but Qin Zhao's cold voice echoed clearly in his ears.This is... Thousand Miles Transmission?

Qin Zhao put aside his random thoughts for the time being, stood up with difficulty while clutching his left arm, and continued to stumble forward. He didn't want his right arm to suffer as well.

After running about seven or eight laps, Wei San finally mercifully stopped the running with the weight.At this time, no matter whether it was Qin Zhao or the others, it was as if they had just crawled out of the water, and their clothes and hair were all wet.

Qin Zhao wiped off his sweat, walked to the end of the line and stood up.Others could still keep their backs straight, but Qin Zhao could only support his knees with his hands, hunched over and panted heavily.

"It seems that your amount of training is still too little." Wei San played with the bone fan from NO. He rushed forward uncontrollably, and fell straight into a dog somersault.

No.11 to No.15 looked at Qin Zhao who fell to the ground and grinned, with a strong sarcasm in his eyes.Wei San didn't seem to see it, or he didn't care what others thought of Qin Zhao at all.

Qin Zhao felt the gaze gathered on his back, and his hands on the sand were tightly clenched into fists.

Wei San turned around and returned to the front, opened the bone fan and said with a smile, "Next, let's play a little archery game."

After Wei San finished speaking, he raised his hand and whistled.Qin Zhao arched his waist, panted and turned his head to look at the corridor. There was the sound of orderly footsteps. The servants who had just come out carrying the lead weight were now holding a long man in a black bag. The strip thing came out.

They went directly to the shooting range, and then tied the things in their hands to the target one by one. After they were tied, they lifted the black bag covering it.After seeing the contents of the bag, Qin Zhao's face turned pale in an instant.

What is tied to the target is...the corpses of dead people!

Fu Chunming and the others were very calm, and their eyes were calm when they saw the corpses. Seeing Qin Zhao's expression, NO.11 sneered.This No. 17 has been in Baixue Villa for more than a month. Since they are so fussed when they see a dead person, as expected, waste is waste.

NO.17 and NO.16 had better not hold them back, otherwise...don't blame him. NO.11 From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Fu Chunming and Qin Zhao coldly, and quickly took them back.

"Rules, hit them with fifty arrows in the heart, and the last one to complete it, you should know what kind of punishment you will receive." Wei San said with a smile.

"Yes!"

NO.11 and others responded loudly.

Qin Zhao closed his eyes, remembering the whip wounds on Fu Chunming's waist last night, and the hands hanging between his legs trembled.

Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming lined up in a row of seven, and the servant handed each of them a bow and arrow, and the servant placed boxes of arrows by their legs.Qin Zhao visually measured the distance between himself and the target, which was about 200 meters.From his position, he couldn't even see the dead man clearly.

The bow and arrow are very light and made of wood, while the arrows are heavy and seem to be made of metal. Qin Zhao just held it, and a red mark was pressed on the palm of his hand.He looked at the heavy and light arrows, and exhaled lightly.

In any case, he could only do his best.

Qin Zhao is the thinnest and shortest among the Dead Apostles.Although Fu Chunming was also weak, he was at least half a head taller than him, and seeing his rolled up sleeves, his arms still had some muscles.

Fu Chunming shot an arrow, but unfortunately the speed slowed down after about 11 meters.Among them, the best archer is probably No. [-], who is the largest, and his arrow is the only one that hits that special "target".

Qin Zhao swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart when shooting the dead body, raised his hand and drew the bow, all in one go.The arrow flew 34 meters and fell down like a parabola.Qin Zhao sighed, and continued his efforts, but after shooting twenty or thirty arrows in a row, the furthest distance was only barely over 70 meters.

Qin Zhao wiped off his sweat and felt that it would be impossible to shoot blindly like this. He tilted his head and paid attention to the movements of NO.11 carefully, and carefully engraved in his mind the movements and placement of his wrists, waist, and legs when shooting arrows. Location.

The fingers of the right hand and the bow of the left hand touch the bow, the body is balanced, the legs are slightly opened, the shoulders are kept at a horizontal line, and the waist is tense...

Qin Zhao took a breath, straightened his chest and retracted his abdomen, recalling the action of No.11 just now in his mind, and his body naturally reproduced it.Although the arrows shot out were less than [-] meters away, they were much better than the weak parabola just now.

"Huh? Interesting."

Leaning against the pillars of the long corridor, Wei San's eyes fell on Qin Zhao tightly, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.