"Mabu, one hour. After squatting, go to sleep!" That night, Xiao Ling received the magic sound attack from Master Yingyi.
One hour is equal to two hours. For a beginner to squat for two hours, it will kill someone. It will definitely kill someone!! Especially with her small body... Well, take a look at Yingyi, is this guy still ready?
Full supervision?
"We can start now." Ying Yi said deliberately. He also wanted to know how far this little eunuch could go.
Practicing martial arts requires hardship, and being forced to endure it is completely different from persevering on your own. This is the first time that the little master values a person, and he naturally wants to train him well for the little master. If he can bear it,
Very useful, very good.
Although Xiao Ling's body is young and still has the body of a girl, she has the soul of an adult and is not lacking in perseverance. And for two hours, although she was extremely tired, she could still barely hold on.
Being able to barely support it means that she can persevere. This is the limit, and it won't hurt her fundamentals. But it doesn't leave her any extra strength! It really squeezes out all her physical strength.
This Yingyi is not only powerful, but also has extraordinary eyesight.
"I want some medicine, boil it into hot water and soak it. I also want some medicine, grind it into powder and give it to me."
She also understood now that this must be the petty master who didn't want her to feel better. Anyway, he wouldn't really torture her to death, so she should just let go of it! So what if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire?
?There is always a glimmer of hope.
And she is better at seizing opportunities and taking advantage of them to add chips to herself.
Isn't it just an hour of horse riding? It's much easier than the training of those special forces.
Ying Yi did not refuse Xiao Ling's request. He was also curious about the use of those ordinary medicinal materials, even if they were boiled into hot water and soaked in hot water. He knew that there were some people in the world who liked to use some medicines to help them.
Practicing martial arts. But they don't believe it. It's medicine that is three parts poisonous. Whether it's eaten or brewed, there will always be hidden dangers. It's okay to do it occasionally. If you use it for a long time, your martial arts may be the same for a while and it will be very popular. But
After a long time, various problems will appear. Either it is difficult to improve one's realm, or it is easy to get carried away and fall short of success.
What Xiao Ling wanted was delivered quickly. What should be cooked was cooked, and what should be ground into powder was ground into powder.
Then, she looked at Ying Yi: "I want to soak in water."
Ying raised his hand and said, "You can do it yourself." But he had no intention of leaving.
Xiao Ling curled her lips, what is wrong with this. Fortunately, she had already prepared it. Mix the ground powder with a little water to make a paste, paste it on the paper, and then slowly put it on the fire.
As soon as it was roasted by the fire, the medicinal smell spread out and quickly filled the whole room.
One, two, three...nine, ten, down.
Looking at Ying Yi lying on the ground, Xiao Ling smiled proudly, took his clothes and climbed into the bathroom. After soaking in the medicinal smell, he used the dried powder to rub several large acupuncture points on his body, especially
I washed the acupuncture points on the lower body until I was completely exhausted, and then I felt refreshed and refreshed.
It was getting late, and after half an hour of going back and forth, it was already late at night.
She had to get up early in the morning, so she climbed into bed and went to sleep. After she was tired, she fell asleep easily after taking a medicinal bath. At this time, she naturally had a good night's sleep, without even dreaming.
As for Ying Yi who is still lying on the ground? What does it have to do with her? When she asked him to leave, he didn't leave. He couldn't leave when he wanted to. It was all his fault. As for whether he would catch a cold... he was not a martial artist.
Are you an expert? I think you can still bear it if you sleep on the ground all night.