Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 13: Bed together

Actually, 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.

In the evening, 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 looked at Zhao Changhe at the door, squatting on horseback and chopping wood piles. The rhythm is very rhythmic.

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 even 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?"

"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 overdraft of blood and energy. It's very powerful on the spot, and then collapse. I also had a fight today, and the experience was more obvious than during this kind of practice. Much more."

Luo Qi thought thoughtfully: "The magic skill is indeed strange... You have just practiced it for two days and you have such obvious physical sensation. If you change it to the Luo family's skill, 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 Demon Sect's account...Wait a minute, did you say we had a fight? With whom?" Luo Qi suddenly came to his senses and looked a little grim.

Zhao Changhe finally turned to look at him and grinned when he saw his expression: "Elder brother is planning to help me out? Paradoxically, 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? You weren't like this before..." Luo Qi stroked his forehead: "I'm asking you who you are 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. Yeah, it looks big, but it’s actually useless.”

"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe was very happy, this guy is really a friend now. But seeing how he went to bed after eating, Zhao Changhe was also 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 also be practiced while lying down."

"...Is it so cool? Why do I think other people need to sit cross-legged or something like that, 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? Do you regret not practicing my Luo family’s outer sect 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?"

"Well..."

"The way of martial arts is about relaxation. It may not be good to force it. Just rest." Luo Qi paused for a moment, seeming to realize that this sentence was no different from inviting him to bed, and added: "Come up and hold your paws apart." Touching it randomly, it’s disgusting.”

Zhao Changhe said angrily: "Do you really think that because I have male ketone, I won't feel sick?"

He struck again and felt he was not tired yet: "You can go to sleep first, I will chop a thousand strikes 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 bit complicated. Looking at Zhao Changhe sweating in the dark, there was some indescribable hatred in his eyes, but also some unconcealed appreciation. Finally, he sighed quietly and closed his eyes.

It looks like he is sleeping, but he is actually practicing his inner breath.

The two of them, one inside and one outside, one still and one 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 cuts he made. He was finally 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 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 the familiarity of your hands, the eternal truth.

"My mother is covered in stinky sweat and has no place to take a shower. It's really uncomfortable." Zhao Changhe wiped his sweat and returned to the room. He was about to complain when he saw that Luo Qi seemed to be asleep, so he stopped talking.

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 reluctantly hung up his sweatshirt to dry, dried himself and got into his own quilt.

Luo Qi shrank and leaned a little closer inside.

"Didn't you sleep?"

"Your chopping is so noisy, who can sleep?"

Zhao Changhe was a little embarrassed: "Then I will not practice sword practice 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, just screw them."

"I don't care if you sleep, but I'm exhausted anyway, so I'll go to bed first."

"..."

The room was quiet for a while.

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 has no intention of exploring whether someone is a boy or a girl. Now he is really full of worries. Who is in the mood to think about all kinds of things? As he said, it is best not to be a woman. If it is a woman, it will only cause more trouble. How much will the man save?? Sorry.

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 him 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 had complete 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.

Actually, Zhao Changhe's scar is 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.

There seemed to be 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.