My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

   Chapter 59 is mainly not to lose the inheritance

  Heavy snow fell all day and night.

  The next day was still going on, Xu Qing got up from the bed, stood at the window and looked at it, the eyes were all white.

  Jiangcheng hasn't had such a heavy snow in a long time, and local news has been spurred by the wind, and various headlines of ‘I’ve never seen it in ten years’ and ‘how in ten years’ are flooding the page.

   "So early? I can sleep longer."

  Xu Qing wrapped in her pajamas and came out to pee. When she was about to return to the house, the door of Jiang He's room also opened. This Nizi was wearing a sweater and preparing to practice martial arts with a sword.

   "Can't sleep." Jiang He said.

   "Habits?"

   "Habits."

"It's time to change." Xu Qing shook his head, and while talking, he dragged the cotton back to the house. "This kind of snowy day should hide in the bed until noon, eat a meal and then continue to get in and lie down... That's it. enjoy."

  "……"

   Jiang He did not respond, holding his breath and preparing to gesture.

   "Hiss~ah."

   Xu Qing breathed a long sigh of relief when he got back into the bed. Although there is heating in the room, it is not as warm as a warm bed after all. It is really a bit cold to get out of this bed, and I feel much more comfortable when I come back.

  "Don't turn it off, don't turn it off, I'll see if I can learn it." He shouted.

When he came back, he deliberately did not close the bedroom door, and the door of Jiang He's room was also open. One of them lay on their own bed and the other stood in their own room. They could see each other by looking up from the living room. Jiang He felt awkward and wanted to close the door. , But was stopped by the goods.

   "You...you haven't gotten up yet."

   "I'll lie down without being naked. Isn't this wearing clothes?" Xu Qing leaned against the bed and shook her pajamas, "It won't be a problem."

   Jiang He thought for a while, this guy seemed to wander around in pajamas, so he didn't say much, turned his back to readjust his state and practice his swordsmanship.

  The three-foot long sword, Xu Qing felt heavy in holding it. In Jiang He's hand, it looked like a fake sword in the hands of the old man in the park. It looked light and weightless, and it danced vigorously.

  There are no fancy tricks, she just walked around in small steps in the small room, and her tricks were sharp.

  Usually Xu Qing would applaud, but today is quiet, holding a mobile phone in his hand to take pictures secretly, Jiang He and sitting in front of the computer like this are completely two temperaments.

  A sassy woman, a naive housemaid.

  "It would be better if you practice outside in the snow." Seeing Jiang He finished his training, he exclaimed.

   "Without special effects, you can shoot a blockbuster directly with a camera."

  The photos taken by other people's houses are all fake, he is really real.

   "It's cold outside."

   Jiang Hekeng clanged his sword back to its sheath, and copied his sleeves to restore his austere appearance—I don’t know when he learned this action from Xu Qing, he put his hands together, a standard peasant figured it out.

  "Are you still afraid of the cold?" he asked.

  "It's more frost-resistant than you, but it's not afraid of it."

"Oh."

  Xu Qing lost interest, and looked at the photo twice, then the chrysalis got into the quilt a few times and lay down, ready to take a rest.

  This kind of breaking kung fu, no matter if you don’t practice it, there is a fart for anti-freezing, and the practice of the kid with kidney deficiency is almost the same...

  He closed his eyes and thought, then opened his eyes again, thinking about getting up from the bed, "By the way, your skills...do you keep fit?"

   "Exercising martial arts is to strengthen the body."

  Jiang He, who was about to wash, heard his words, turned around, rolled up his sleeves and squeezed his fists at him, "I'm much stronger than you."

   "Knowing that you can break the tree...I mean, it's a strong body-well, what a strong method?"

   "It's strong."

  "……"

  Xu Qing licked his lips, touched the phone from the bedside, and opened Baidu search.

  After a while.

"Taught me!"

"Ok?"

   "I think Kung Fu is a traditional culture. It's a pity that it is so lost..." Xu Qing climbed out of bed and ran out to prepare for martial arts.

  "……"

   Jiang He looked at him inexplicably, wondering why this person suddenly changed his temper.

   "Quickly, I must study hard and practice hard and strive to become a master of the generation. Is this how I stand?"

  Xu Qing in pajamas, stepping on a cotton mop, directly put on the posture Jiang He taught him before, looking serious.

  Kungfu is a good thing, and piles are also a good thing.

  It's a pity that this guy didn't live up to it. In less than ten minutes, his legs began to tremble, his arms also sank, and his posture began to deform.

   "Raise your hand."

  After washing, Jiang He sat in front of the computer with an apple in his hand. He looked back and gave instructions.

   "How long did you stand for the first time?" Xu Qing asked, trying to maintain his posture.

   "Probably...Half column incense."

  "How long is Banzhuxiang? In minutes."

   "Ten minutes."

"what?"

  Xu Qing looked at his watch, and suddenly got frustrated and sat down on the sofa to move his hands and feet, "only ten minutes?"

  In this way, he is also a martial arts seedling, not much different from Jiang He.

"It's not the same." Jiang He shook his head, with a serious tone: "I started practicing when I was young. At the beginning it was half a column... ten minutes, then half an hour, and then one hour. This practice is ten. Several years.

  You started to practice martial arts relatively late, and you have a very poor foundation. You are out of breath after running two steps..."

   "Stop talking, I see."

  Xu Qing is unable to complain. According to this standard, Hyundai has basically no good foundation. In the past, only high-rise residential buildings had elevators. Now even the stairs are equipped with escalators...

  How long has he not run?

  In addition to the short run with Jiang He when he hit a tree last time, he ran in the rain when it just entered the autumn...The number of runs in a year can be counted with both hands.

  "Fisting martial arts pays attention to not leaving the hand. Kungfu is polished bit by bit. You want to become a master of the generation..."

   "No, I don't want to, I just want to keep fit."

"...That's easy, as long as you stick to it." Jiang He nodded his head thoughtfully, "I'll be here today, and stick to it every day from now on. Soon you will stand for half an hour, and then I will teach you punching. ."

   "After I learn how to go shirtless in the snow, don't you feel cold?" Xu Qing asked.

  He has seen others playing in the snow like this, as if they are quite old, swimming in the Songhua River in winter.

   "Why do you have this strange... quirk?" Jiang He couldn't understand why he had to run out shirtless, even when it was snowing.

   "No, I just asked, not at all weird."

  Xu Qing shook his head, really just asking.

  The first snow in winter was also the first time he began to practice martial arts seriously.

   "Are you my master like this?"

   "It's not... right?"

   "Then how about I call your aunt?"

   "Huh?" Jiang He turned around puzzled, not understanding what he meant.

"It's nothing."

  Xu Qing waved a big hand, "Forget what I said just now."

  He doesn't want to have fewer arms, nor Jiang He...Bah, it doesn't exist.

  This small day is comfortable and leisurely.

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