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Chapter 402: Extra, husbands are not human! 68
Extra, husbands are not human! 68
She didn't tell him what happened because she didn't want to embarrass him or make him worry, because he was too kind.
After standing behind the door for a long time, she walked over to hold on to the wall and blew out the candlelight, then went back to bed and lay down. But as long as she closed her eyes, she could hear her stomach growling. She kept telling herself, "As long as I fall asleep
Then she won't feel hungry." But she still couldn't sleep. All she could think about was the delicious abalone and ginseng wings. She couldn't eat it now, just think about it. She just thought about those delicious dishes and drooled as she fell asleep.
No matter what you do, persistence is important, especially learning martial arts. If she doesn't give up on martial arts, it means she won't give up on her life. She can't always be just a maid who is bullied. One day she will let those bullies
Those who passed her regretted it.
Before dawn, she got up and practiced running. Her leg was injured yesterday, and it still hurts slightly today. She gritted her teeth and kept running for an hour. During this period, she fell several times. The wound that had stopped bleeding was injured again, and the blood
It came out again. She sprinkled the medicine Feng Qijun gave her on the wound to stop the bleeding.
Since then, Feng Qijun has visited her every day and taught her some simple martial arts moves, and the two have a tacit understanding of how to play swordsmanship. Under careful care, the injury on her hand has gradually recovered.
"Master, look at my posture of fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea, right?" Liu Qingcong raised her sword and started to dance.
For a moment, the man and the sword were flying in the air, which was very different from the gentle dance style before. It became heroic, energetic, and flowing. Feng Qijun seemed to be drunk, and he didn't know where he was.
Liu Qingcong sheathed her sword, turned around and smiled at him, "Master, what do you think?"
Feng Qijun smiled and said: "You are very good with the sword, but it doesn't look like you are practicing martial arts to me, but more like dancing. Your sword has no lethality."
"I don't want to kill anyone. I just want to learn self-defense. Master, when will you start teaching me Qinggong?" After practicing running for several days, Liu Qingcong began to get tired of the repetitive running movements.
"This is about stopping being impatient. Once you have a solid foundation, you will be more comfortable learning the later ones. You are so smart, you must have heard that sharpening a knife can cut firewood without mistake."
"Okay, okay, I'll just listen to whatever you say." She puffed up her cheeks, and her soft voice sounded like a cat coquettishly.
