In fact, the bed is quite big, with some thatch and a blanket. There are also two quilts. It is a "double room" after all. Their status is not at the bottom, they can be considered boss level, and their treatment is decent.
It's passable.
At night, Zhao Changhe was still practicing in the snow outside the house. Luo Qi got into the bed first and hid in the back. He wrapped himself in a quilt and watched Zhao Changhe squatting on horseback and chopping a knife at the door. The rhythm of the knife was chopping wood piles.
There is rhythm.
He was so serious that he didn't even turn his head.
Luo Qi curled her lips and suddenly said: "You train so intensely from morning to night, don't your muscles feel sore?"
Zhao Changhe didn't look back: "The Blood Evil Technique is interesting. It seems to be able to solve this problem. It really doesn't hurt."
"Don't you feel tired too?"
"That's true, and it seems to get tired more easily, so you need to rest from time to time. To be honest, it should be overdrawn blood, it was severe on the spot, and you collapsed afterwards. I also had a fight today, and the experience was much more obvious than during this kind of practice.
"
Luo Qi thought thoughtfully: "The magic skill is indeed strange... You have just practiced it for two days and you have such obvious physical sensations. If you change it to the Luo family's method, you will be considered very talented if you can feel the qi movement in a month."
"There should always be some skills, otherwise who would practice the Demon Cult?"
"What is the Devil's Cult...Wait a minute, did you say we were fighting? With whom?" Luo Qi suddenly came to his senses and looked a little grim.
Zhao Changhe finally turned to look at him, saw his expression, and grinned: "Senior Brother, are you going to help me? Hey, I always forget that you are actually much better than me."
"Of course I'm much better than you!"
"So what are you afraid of when you sleep and I can blow your ass? I'm just afraid of you."
"Why are you so talkative when we get to know each other so well? You weren't like this before..." Luo Qi stroked his forehead: "I'm asking you who you are fighting with and if you want help."
"What's it like to be friends if you don't get to know each other like this? Anyway, I won the battle, so it's okay."
Luo Qi was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to face the wall: "Since we are friends, remember to call me for this kind of thing in the future. If I'm not here, you can hide first. It's not too late to take revenge. You've only learned it for two days. Don't be too impulsive. Then
The deputy looks big, but is actually of no use."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe was very happy. This guy is really a friend now. But seeing the way he went to bed after eating, Zhao Changhe was also a little puzzled: "I said, I have never seen you practice.
Don’t you want to practice?”
"The inner breath I practice can be practiced even while lying down."
"...It feels so good? Why do I think other people need to sit cross-legged or something, with their five hearts pointing toward the sky or something like that?"
"That's something from Xuanmen. There are many schools in the world, and some people practice while walking or running. Each school is different. It's not uncommon to practice lying down." Luo Qi suddenly laughed: "What, isn't it very good?
Do you regret not practicing my Luo Family Outer Sect Mental Technique?"
Zhao Changhe's face was indeed a bit bitter. He raised his head and thought for a while before sighing: "I have nothing to regret. What I want is not comfort, but speed."
"So you practice day and night?"
"Um……"
"The way of martial arts is about relaxation. It may not be good to force it. Just rest." Luo Qi paused for a moment, as if he realized that this sentence was no different from inviting him to bed, and added: "Come up here and don't touch your paws.
,nausea."
Zhao Changhe said angrily: "You really think I'm not sick because I'm in male ketone?"
He chopped again and felt that he was not tired yet: "You go to sleep first, I will chop a thousand chops tonight."
Luo Qi's eyes widened: "Madman."
"Are you crazy?" Zhao Changhe whispered: "If you are not crazy, how can you keep what you don't want to lose?"
Luo Qi's expression was a little complicated. Looking at Zhao Changhe sweating in the dark, there was some indescribable hatred in his eyes, but also some unconcealable appreciation. Finally, he sighed quietly and closed his eyes.
It looks like he is asleep, but he is actually practicing his inner breath.
The two of them, inside and outside, still and moving, turned into a unique scenery in this silent snowy night.
I don’t know how long it took, and Zhao Changhe didn’t know how many times he struck. Finally, he was exhausted, but he was also satisfied in his heart.
I have found some feeling, and I have a certain amount of control. My speed is getting faster, more stable, and more accurate. I used to use force to chop the wood piles, and the knife marks were so messy that it was difficult to hit the exact spot. Now the knife marks are becoming more and more precise.
The more concentrated it is, the closer it is to a line.
The legendary sayings of "moving your fingers like an arm" and "wherever your mind goes, the sword will go" are indeed results that can be achieved through long-term practice.
There is no other, but you are familiar with it, and it is the truth that will never change through the ages.
"Damn, I'm covered in stinky sweat, and I don't have a place to take a shower. It's really uncomfortable." Zhao Changhe wiped his sweat and went back to the house. He was about to complain, but he stopped when he saw that Luo Qi seemed to be asleep.
He was practicing hard to keep out the cold. His clothes were thin in this winter, and if he didn't exercise, he would be cold to death. But every time he stopped, the cold wind would blow, and it would be extremely cold.
Zhao Changhe had no choice but to hang his sweatshirt up to dry, dried himself and got into his own quilt.
Luo Qi shrank and leaned a little closer inside.
"Didn't you sleep?"
"Your knife chops are making so much noise, who can sleep?"
Zhao Changhe was a little embarrassed: "Then I won't practice swordsmanship at night, I will just practice martial arts."
"No need." Luo Qi said firmly: "Since you want to improve your strength quickly, how can you stop for such trivial matters? Anyway, I don't care. As for other people's opinions, I don't care about them."
"I don't care if you go to sleep. Anyway, I'm exhausted, so I'll go to bed first."
"..."
The room was quiet for a while.
Zhao Changhe was so exhausted that he just closed his eyes and went to sleep. Hiding in their own quilts like this, they actually couldn't touch each other. How could Luo Qi imagine that they were touching each other?
It is true that everyone smells bad, and the experience is very embarrassing.
He has no intention of exploring whether the person is a boy or a girl. Nowadays, it is really called full of worries. Who has the mood to think about it? As he said, it is best not to be a girl. If it is a girl, it will only cause more trouble. How much can the man save?
Long-winded.
Zhao Changhe, who had no other thoughts, quickly fell asleep. Over there, Luo Qi nervously grabbed the quilt, seemingly turning to face the wall, but in fact his eyes were wide open, his whole body was tense, and his heart was about to leave his throat.
It seemed like it was jumping out of nowhere.
"He dares to hug me? He probably doesn't dare. He said he doesn't know how to hug me. He's disgusting, right?"
"But what if he hugs me unconsciously in his sleep?"
"Even if he hugs me unconsciously, he won't know anything, right?"
"Then if he wakes up and I haven't woken up yet, wouldn't I know?"
Luo Qi's mind was so messed up that he was completely insomnia.
As a result, thunderous snoring could be heard around him, and Zhao Changhe soon fell into a deep sleep. Luo Qi turned around angrily, raised his foot viciously and wanted to kick it, but after hesitating for a moment, he slowly put it down.
He looked at Zhao Changhe's side face in the darkness with gleaming eyes. The scar on the side of his face was still eye-catching in the night.
In fact, I would say that Zhao Changhe's scar is ugly, which is a bit contrary to his wishes. He is not ugly, but has a different kind of wild beauty and is very masculine.
Because Zhao Changhe himself is masculine and handsome, no matter how handsome people toss up their looks, they will always look cool in a different way. Don’t follow the example of ugly people.
Zhao Changhe was sleeping so well that he really didn't move. Luo Qi watched for a long time and slowly relaxed. I don't know when, he who was already extremely tired could no longer hold on and finally fell asleep in a daze.
It seemed as if there was someone in my sleep, serving the food very gently.
I vaguely heard myself asking: "Mom, why don't you eat?"
The man in the dream rubbed her head and said, "Mom, you've had lunch and you're not hungry."
The person's face is blurry, and it only exists in the memory of a few years ago, and the appearance has long been forgotten.