Bai Huo's room is simple and monotonous, just like him.
The so-called bed is really just a hard bed board with a thin sheet on it, which looks very uncomfortable. The room is relatively empty, with only one solid wooden cabinet as furniture. The place can be described as bare.
The so-called living room only has a hand-carved wooden sofa.
Su Qingyu couldn't bear it any longer, so he took out the paper beds he had burned from the tribute card and placed one in the bedroom and one in the living room.
"Change your bed to a more comfortable one. Sleep quality is very important. Sufficient sleep can ensure that you can complete the dungeon better."
But Bai Huo refused. He said righteously: "A cultivator must be pure-hearted and free from desires. External material enjoyment is an obstacle to my cultivation. I pursue inner peace and forgetfulness of myself."
"Is that so? It's up to you then."
Everyone has their own living habits. Although Su Qingyu doesn’t understand, he expresses his respect.
She lay on the soft bed, covered with a quilt, Wuxin and Yingluo guarding her bedside, one on each side. She slept with a full sense of security.
The first night at Monkey Mountain was relatively quiet.
Wuxin told Su Qingyu that a few monkeys were standing outside the window and peeping last night, but were chased away by Yingluo.
Ying Luo said softly, "Master, you are tired from climbing the mountain. Those monkeys are not strong, so I did not disturb your sweet dreams. I will handle it on my own. I hope you will not mind."
"You are so considerate, how could I blame you?" Su Qingyu felt that Yingluo was really considerate.
Wu Xin kept silent. He also had a contribution last night, but he did not take credit for it.
Bai Huo gets up at five o'clock every morning to meditate.
Su Qingyu's habit is to sleep until eight in the morning without any strange interruptions.
After waking up, Su Qingyu got up, folded the quilt, pushed open the window of the room with both hands, and let the fresh breeze from the mountains and forests blow into the house and take away the heat from the night's breath.
After washing up, Su Qingyu ate two bites of steamed buns to fill his stomach, and then went to visit Zhixu Sanren with Bai Huo.
Zhixu Sanren's door was closed.
Bai Huo knocked on the wooden door.
“Boom boom boom—”
He shouted, "Master, breakfast is ready. Do you want me to bring it in?"
Then, there was a "bang" sound, as if a chair hit the door, and Zhixu Sanren's voice came from inside: "Get out! I'm fasting! I won't eat breakfast! My headache is killing me now! No one is allowed to disturb my rest!"
That voice sounded a little strange.
It sounds wrong.
"Master, is your voice hoarse? Let me come in and take a look at it for you."
Bai Huo pushed the door a few times and found that it didn't move at all.
Su Qingyu glanced at Bai Huo, and after getting his consent, he said to the person inside the door, "Excuse me."
She raised her straight and slender legs with decisive and graceful movements, and kicked directly at the wooden door. The wooden door made a loud noise and trembled, but did not open.
This time, Su Qingyu used all his strength. If it was an ordinary wooden door, there would have been a hole in it by now.
But the door in front of me remains strong.