"These warriors!" Qi Shan cursed inwardly, his thoughts mixed up by the banging and clanging sounds of fighting. He was so impatient that he raised his hand and pulled out the fork supporting the window. Without the support of the fork, the window slammed shut, "Can't I sleep at night?"
The moonlight pouring into the house was cut off in the middle.
The sound of closing the window was a little quieter, but it was still very noisy, like a mosquito buzzing in your ear, not loud but very noticeable. Qi Shan sighed and had to use the spell "turn a deaf ear to the world outside the window" to block his hearing.
Others don't have this ability.
He suppressed his anger and looked out to see who was going crazy in the middle of the night. When he saw it was Shen Tang and Li Li, he went back to his room and continued to try to sleep.
Zhai Le yawned: "Brother Shen is really energetic."
Gong Shuwu was not surprised: "It will be quiet after the fight."
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
He also wanted to see how Gong Shuwu trained his troops.
Zhai Le crawled into his bed and closed his eyes.
After just three breaths, he began to hear a slight snoring sound.
Gong Shuwu raised his hand and flicked the oil lamp.
The bandit camp had limited housing, and they recruited dozens of new people during the day, so housing became increasingly tight. People were crowded into a large bunk bed, and Zhai Le, as a guest, could only share a room with Gong Shuwu. They said "sharing a room", but in fact they just slept on two makeshift wooden boards.
Although the conditions were simple, Zhai Le knew the conditions of Shen Tang, and as a brave warrior, he did not have the pampered problems of ordinary children from aristocratic families. When he was young, he practiced hard in the mountains, not to mention sleeping on patchwork wooden boards, even lying down to take a nap was a luxury.
At least there is still a roof and four walls.
The fight between Shen Tang and Li Li is still going on.
The situation remained at a stalemate. Li Li tried to break through in various ways, but failed repeatedly. Whether it was a quick attack, a slow attack, or a sudden sneak attack, Shen Tang was always at ease and followed him to change the rhythm of his response. Li Li became more and more anxious and upset.
Finally, he lost his rhythm and was seized by Shen Tang, who hit him on the wrist. The moment the "weapon" slipped out of his hand, he thought something was wrong. Sure enough, after only three moves, she decisively put the tip of the wooden stick against his throat, and he lost.
Li Li stood there for a long time.
Until Shen Tang took back the stick.
"My dear, if you've had enough fun, can you go back to sleep?" As the hot blood rushing to his brain gradually cooled down, the fighting spirit boiling in Li Li's blood was replaced by a kind of powerlessness. He sighed deeply, suppressed the negative emotions running rampant in his chest, and tried to make his tone sound more kind, "I won't accompany you anymore."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The direction he was heading was not towards the room but towards the stream near the bandit village. Shen Tang hesitated for a moment and then followed.
Li Li's roar could be heard from a long distance away.
“Ahh—”
The stream water reached Li Li's waist.
He slapped the water furiously, roaring with incomprehensible emotions, throwing and kicking until his strength was exhausted, and then he leaned back. As the huge water splashed up, he let the stream completely submerge his body. He resurfaced when he felt that the air in his chest had been exhausted and was about to explode.
The coolness of the stream water passed through his skin into his body, making his chaotic, swollen and hot brain feel better, and his rationality gradually returned.
As he was about to go ashore, he saw a familiar short figure standing by the stream, looking quietly in his direction.
Li Li tightened the flesh on his jaw and pursed his lips.
"My dear, this is..."
Shen Tang said: "You seem to be in a bad mood, so I came to take a look."
Li Li asked with a smile: "My dear, are you afraid that I will commit suicide?"
Shen Tang nodded honestly.
Li Li smiled bitterly and murmured, "No, haha, if I really wanted to commit suicide, I would have done it a few years ago. I wouldn't be alive until now."
Shen Tang asked: "Is it related to that lady?"
Li Li's face changed slightly, but he still nodded and admitted without hesitation: "It has something to do with my wife, but not all of it. It's mostly because she hates me... I just finally understood that, as her brother said, some things are really destined at birth."
Shen Tang asked: "What did he tell you?"
Li Li tightened his cheeks and said in a restrained manner, "It's nothing. He just said that Madam has been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. What she chews in one day may be equivalent to what I spend in three to five years or even ten years. Even if I can seduce Madam to go with me, I will only let her down in the end. He is right. Many people will rot where they are born! Even if God has mercy on them and gives them a good foundation for practicing martial arts, it will be useless!"
Shen Tang was almost shocked by his dejection.
"Why do you say that?"
Li Li said with red eyes: "I am a ready-made example. Even if God gave me a bowl, I would still starve to death..."
It was obvious that his natural talent was good enough to change his family's fate of poverty, and he could afford to support no matter how many brothers and sisters his parents had. However, in the end, he had the opportunity but couldn't grasp it!
"When I was young, I was often troubled by hunger. Every day when I opened my eyes, I was worried about how to fill my stomach. All my energy was used to stay alive."
He didn't know that he had talent, nor did he know martial courage and literary mind. His background destined him to not be able to touch those things. Even if he knew, it would be useless, because martial courage warriors were too difficult to cultivate, and it was not something that a poor family who tried their best to fill their stomachs could hope for.
When Li Li realized what he had missed, he felt confused and in pain, and his wife was the only one who patiently comforted him.
Li Li's eyes were gentle: "Madam is the most beautiful woman in the world, and no one has ever been as good to me as she is."
She taught him how to hold a pen, how to read, how to read, and even hired a martial arts master to teach him martial arts. He was obviously just a concubine, and a concubine was just a plaything, so why did she care so much about him
Li Li still understands this principle.
He waded out of the water, sat by the stream, took off his shirt and twisted it, and said jokingly: "I was still unconvinced at that time. I told my wife's brother that even if I would never have the courage to fight, I would definitely not be weaker than the so-called warriors. I could still protect my wife and win honor for her."
Relying on his youthful enthusiasm, and the dignity that his wife had stuffed into his body with her own hands, he spoke up to someone who was high and mighty for the first time.
Just to fight for the right to stay.
Of course, the results are obvious.
He probably would never forget the look in his wife's and brother's eyes until his death, which almost penetrated his body and saw into his humble and lowly soul that was struggling to hold on. Over the years, he had been holding back his breath, trying to change something with his efforts...
But reality told him—
"The literary heart and martial courage are indeed unshakable."
Shen Tang suddenly understood why Li Li was like this, and she asked him, "Because I am a scholar with a literary mind, but I still beat you?"
Li Li said bluntly: "I can't beat you."
He had never relaxed over the years, trying to use the method he learned at that time to draw Qi into his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not feel the existence of "Qi". Even though he could kill a third-class hairpin owl with his bare hands, he also knew that a third-class hairpin owl was not a real warrior, and if he met a warrior of a higher level, he would have no choice but to wait for death.
Now I can’t beat the weak scholars.
Now that I think about it, he really didn't know his place.
Shen Tang held his forehead helplessly: "... You shouldn't compare yourself to me."
Why not find her when the reference group can find someone else? When she was drunk, she was not afraid of the eighth-class bus! You know, the eighth-class bus can get 400 followers, and she dared to confront it - haha, can this be a normal ninth-rank scholar