In fact, the bed is quite big, with some thatch and a blanket. The quilt also has two beds. 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.
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. Wrapped in a quilt, he 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 pouted 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 doesn't really hurt."
"Don't you feel tired?"
"That's true, and it seems to get tired more easily, so you need to rest from time to time. To put it bluntly, it's probably overdraft of blood and energy. It's very powerful on the spot, but you collapse afterwards. I also had a fight today, and the experience was much more obvious than during this kind of practice. "
Luo Qi thoughtfully said: "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 would be considered very talented if you could feel the qi movement in a month."
"There should always be some skills, otherwise who would practice the Demon Cult?"
"What is the Demon 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 his head to look at him, and when he saw his expression, he grinned: "Elder 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're fighting with and if you want to help."
"What's it like to be friends if you don't get to know each other like this? Anyway, I won the fight, 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 been studying for two days, so 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 a little puzzled: "I said, I have never seen you practice Kung Fu. 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 like that, with their five hearts facing 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 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 and don't touch your claws. ,nausea."
Zhao Changhe said angrily: "You really think I'm in male ketone, so I'm not sick?"
He chopped again and felt 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, one inside and one outside, were still and moved, turning 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've found some feeling and have a certain amount of control. My speed is getting faster, more stable, and more precise. Originally, when the wood pile was split with force, the knife marks were so messy that it was difficult to hit the exact spot. Now, the knife marks are becoming more and more concentrated, getting closer and closer 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 sweating all over. I don't have a place to take a shower. It's so 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 sleeping.
He practiced hard to keep out the cold. My clothes are thin in this winter. If I don’t exercise, I will be cold to death. It's just that every time I stop, the cold wind blows and it becomes 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, 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, you should just sleep. Anyway, I'm exhausted, so I'll go to bed first."
"..."
The room was quiet for a moment.
Zhao Changhe was so exhausted that he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Hiding in their own quilts, they are actually unable to touch each other. How can Luo Qi imagine that they are touching each other? However, it is true that everyone smells bad, and the experience is very embarrassing.
He didn't even have the heart to find out who was a boy or a girl. Now he was really full of thoughts. Who would be in the mood to think about anything. As he said, it's better not to be a woman. If it is a woman, it will cause more trouble, and the man will save a lot of verbosity.
Zhao Changhe, who had no other thoughts, quickly fell asleep. Over there, Luo Qi grabbed the quilt nervously and seemed to turn around to face the wall, but in fact her eyes were wide open and her whole body was tense, as if her heart was about to pop out of her throat.
"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 doesn't know what he's doing, 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 fell into a deep sleep soon. Luo Qi turned around angrily, raised his foot viciously and wanted to kick it, hesitated for a moment and finally put it down slowly.
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, let's call Zhao Changhe's scar ugly. It's a bit against his will, but he's not ugly. Instead, he 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 his look, it will always be cool in a different way, but ugly people should not imitate it.
Zhao Changhe slept very well and was really motionless. Luo Qi looked at it for a long time and gradually relaxed. I don't know when, he was extremely tired and 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: "Mom has eaten for lunch, she is 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.
