The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 13 Co-sleeping

In fact, the bed was quite big, covered with thatch and a blanket. The quilt also has two beds, after all, it is a "double room", and their status is not at the bottom, they can be regarded as bosses, and the treatment is not bad.

Zhao Changhe was still practicing in the snow outside at night, so Luo Qi got into the bed first, hid in the inner position, wrapped in a quilt and watched Zhao Changhe squatting on horseback and chopping knives at the door. Rhythm.

He was so serious that he didn't even turn his head.

Luo Qi curled her lips, and suddenly said: "You practiced so intensely, you never stopped from morning to night, don't your muscles ache?"

Zhao Changhe didn't turn his head back: "The Blood Demon Art is interesting, it seems to be able to solve this problem, and it really doesn't hurt."

"Aren't you tired too?"

"That's true, and it seems to be easier to get tired, and you need to rest from time to time. To put it bluntly, it should be exhausted. It was very powerful on the spot, but it collapsed afterwards. I also had a fight today, and the experience was much more obvious than during this kind of practice. "

Luo Qi was thoughtful: "Devil kung fu is indeed strange... You have only practiced it for two days, and you have such an obvious physical sensation. If you change to the Luo family's kung fu method, if you can feel the energy in a month, you are considered very talented."

"There should always be some knowledge, otherwise who will practice the Devil's Cult."

"What is the Devil's Cult number... Wait, you just said that there was a fight? With whom?" Luo Qi suddenly reacted, with a serious expression on his face.

Zhao Changhe finally turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing his expression, he grinned: "Brother, is he going to help me get ahead? Well, I always forget that, in fact, you are much better than me."

"Of course I'm much better than you!"

"So what the hell are you afraid of when you sleep, I can still explode your ass? I'm afraid of you."

"Why are you so nonchalant when you get acquainted with him? It wasn't like this before..." Luo Qi stroked his forehead: "I'm asking who you are fighting with and if you want to help."

"My friend is familiar with me, so what if I don't? Anyway, I won the battle, so it's okay."

Luo Qi didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and turned to face the wall: "Since you know we are friends, remember to call me for such things in the future. If I'm not here, you can hide first, and it's not too late to take revenge. Don't be too impulsive if you only study for two days. The deputy looks big, but it’s actually useless.”

"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe was very happy, this guy really wanted to be friends 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 qigong, don't you want to practice?"

"The inner breath I practice can be practiced while lying down."

"... so cool? Why do I think other people need to sit cross-legged or something, with five hearts turned to the sky and so on."

"That's a thing of Taoism. There are many schools in the world, and some people practice while walking or running. Each family is different. It's not uncommon to practice lying down." Luo Qi suddenly smiled: "Why, isn't it very Do you regret not practicing my Luo family's outer sect mentality?"

Zhao Changhe's face was really bitter, he looked up and thought for a while, then sighed: "I have no regrets, what I want is not comfort, but speed."

"So you practice day and night?"

"Um……"

"The way of martial arts is about tension and relaxation. It may not be good to force it. Let's rest." Luo Qi paused, as if he had realized that this sentence was no different from inviting him to bed, and added: "Come up and don't touch your paws randomly. ,nausea."

Zhao Changhe said in a bad mood: "You really think I'm a male ketone, so I don't feel sick?"

He hacked again, feeling not tired: "You go to sleep first, I'm going to hack a thousand knives tonight."

Luo Qi's eyes widened: "Crazy."

"Crazy?" Zhao Changhe whispered: "If you're not crazy, how can you keep what you don't want to lose?"

Luo Qi looked a little complicated, looking at Zhao Changhe sweating in the dark, there was some inexplicable hatred in his eyes, but also some unconcealable appreciation, which finally turned into a faint sigh and closed his eyes.

It looks like you are asleep, but you are actually practicing your inner breath.

The two of them, one inside and one outside, one still and one moving, turned into a unique scenery in this snowy night of complete silence.

I don't know how long it took, and Zhao Changhe didn't know how many times he hacked, and finally he was exhausted, but he was satisfied in his heart.

I have found some feeling, and have a certain degree of control, and the speed is getting faster, more stable, and more precise. Originally, when I split the wooden pile hard, the knife marks were so messy that it was difficult to land on the exact point, but now the knife marks became more and more concentrated, getting closer and closer to a line.

The legendary saying of "like the arm and the finger" and "where the mind goes, the knife goes" is indeed a result that can be achieved through long-term practice.

There is no other, only the hand is familiar with it, the most difficult truth through the ages.

"My mother is sweating, and I have no place to take a bath. It's really uncomfortable." Zhao Changhe wiped his sweat and went back to the room, just complaining, but saw that Luo Qi seemed to be asleep, so he stopped talking.

His desperate practice also has the intention of keeping out the cold. The clothes in this winter are thin, if you don't exercise, you will really be cold to death. It's just that every time after stopping, the cold wind blows, but it's very cold.

Zhao Changhe had no choice but to hang the undershirt to dry, dried himself and got into his own quilt.

Luo Qi shrank a little, and leaned a little further in.

"Didn't you sleep?"

"Your knife is making a lot of noise, who can sleep?"

Zhao Changhe was a little embarrassed: "Then I won't practice swords at night, just practice kung fu."

"No need." Luo Qi said stiffly: "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, let them die."

"I don't mind you sleeping, anyway, I'm exhausted, so I'm going to sleep first."

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the house.

Zhao Changhe was so exhausted that he closed his eyes and went to sleep. In this way, each quilt hides in their own quilt, but they can't touch each other. How can Luo Qi imagine touching and touching? It's true that everyone has a bad smell on their bodies, and the experience is very embarrassing.

He didn't even bother to find out whether he was a man or a woman. Now that he was really full of worries, who would have the mood to think about it. As he said, it's best not to be a woman. If it is a woman, it will cause more trouble, and if it is a man, it will save a lot of trouble.

Zhao Changhe, who had nothing else to think about, quickly fell asleep. Over there Luo Qi was clutching the quilt nervously, seemingly turning to face the wall, but her eyes were wide open, her whole body was tense, as if her heart was about to pop out of her throat.

"Does he dare to hug? He shouldn't dare. He said he can't hug, and he's disgusting, right?"

"But what if he hugs me unconsciously in his sleep?"

"Unconscious, even if he hugs him, he doesn't know what it is?"

"Then if he wakes up and I haven't woken up, don't I know?"

Luo Qi's mind was in such a mess that he couldn't sleep completely.

As a result, thunderous snoring came from around him, and Zhao Changhe fell into a dark sleep not long after. Luo Qi turned around angrily, raised her foot ferociously and wanted to kick it, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it down slowly.

He stared at Zhao Changhe's side face in the dark with twinkling eyes, the scar on the side face was still eye-catching in the night.

In fact, Zhao Changhe's scar is ugly, it's a bit against his will, it's not ugly, on the contrary, he has a different kind of wild beauty, very manly.

Because Zhao Changhe himself is masculine and handsome, no matter how a handsome person tosses about his appearance, it will be cool in an alternative way, don't imitate an ugly one.

Zhao Changhe slept so well that he really didn't move. Luo Qi looked at it for a long time, and gradually relaxed. At some point, he was already extremely tired and couldn't hold on any longer, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, it seemed that there was someone who served the meal very gently.

I vaguely heard myself asking: "Mother, why don't you eat?"

The man in the dream rubbed her head: "Mother has eaten at noon, she is not hungry."

The face of the person is blurred, it only exists in the memory of a few years old, and the appearance has long been forgotten.