In fact, the bed was quite big, with some straw and a blanket. There were two quilts, after all, it was a "double room", and their status was not low-level, they could be considered leaders, so their treatment was acceptable.
At night, Zhao Changhe was still practicing martial arts outside in the snow. Luo Qi got into bed first, hid in the inner position, wrapped in a quilt, and watched Zhao Changhe squatting in horse stance and chopping with a knife at the door. The rhythm of the knife chopping the wooden stake was very rhythmic.
He was so serious that he didn't even turn his head.
Luo Qi curled his lips and suddenly said, "You train so hard from morning till night without stopping. Don't your muscles feel sore?"
Zhao Changhe said without even turning his head: "The Blood Evil Technique is quite interesting. It seems to be able to solve this problem. It really doesn't hurt."
"Won't you get tired too?"
"That's right, and it seems that you get tired more easily and need to rest from time to time. To put it bluntly, it should be overdrawing your energy and blood. It's powerful at the time, but you will be exhausted afterwards. I even had a fight today, and the experience was much more obvious than this kind of training."
Luo Qi was thoughtful: "The magic skills are indeed strange... You have only practiced for two days, and you have such obvious physical sensations. If you change to the Luo family's skills, you would be very talented if you can feel the energy in a month."
"There must be some tricks, otherwise who would practice the magic horn?"
"What do you mean by Demonic Cult... Wait, you just said there was a fight? With whom?" Luo Qi suddenly reacted, his expression a little serious.
Zhao Changhe finally turned around to look at him, and seeing his expression, he grinned: "Big Brother, are you going to help me out? Oh, I always forget that you are actually much more capable than me."
"Of course I'm much better than you!"
"So what on earth are you afraid of when you're sleeping? I can still fuck your ass. I should be afraid of you."
"Why are you talking nonsense now that you are familiar with someone? You weren't like this before..." Luo Qi stroked his forehead: "I'm asking who you are fighting with and whether you need help."
"How can we not do this when we are familiar with each other? Anyway, we 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 know we are friends, remember to call me in the future. If I am not around, you should hide first, and it will not be too late to take revenge later. Don't be too impulsive when you have only learned for two days. That big body looks big, but it is actually useless."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe was very happy. This guy really wanted to be his friend now. But seeing how he went to bed right after eating, Zhao Changhe was a little puzzled: "I said, I've never seen you practice martial arts before. Don't you want to practice?"
"I practice inner breathing, and I can do it even when I'm lying down."
"… So cool? Why do I see other people need to sit cross-legged or something, with their five hearts facing the sky or something like that?"
"That's something from the Xuan Sect. There are many schools in the world. Some people practice while walking or running. Each school is different. It's not uncommon to practice while lying down." Luo Qi suddenly laughed: "What's up, do you regret not practicing my Luo family outer sect mental method?"
Zhao Changhe's face was indeed a bit bitter. He looked up and thought for a long time before sighing, "There's nothing to regret. What I want is not comfort, but speed."
"So you practice day and night?"
"Um… "
"The way of martial arts requires relaxation and tension. Forcing things may not be good. Take a break." Luo Qi paused, as if realizing that this sentence was no different from inviting him to bed, and added: "Don't touch me with your claws when you come up. It's disgusting."
Zhao Changhe said unhappily, "Do you really think that because I am a male ketone, I won't feel sick?"
He chopped one more time and still felt not tired: "You go to sleep first. I'm going to chop a thousand times tonight."
Luo Qi's eyes widened: "Mad man."
"Are you crazy?" Zhao Changhe whispered, "If you're not crazy, how can you keep something you don't want to lose?"
Luo Qi's expression was a little complicated. Looking at Zhao Changhe sweating in the dark, there was some inexplicable hatred in his eyes, but also some admiration that was hard to hide. Finally, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
Although he seems to be sleeping, he is actually practicing inner breathing.
The two people, one inside and one outside, one quiet and one moving, formed a unique landscape in this silent snowy night.
I don’t know how much time had passed, and Zhao Changhe didn’t know how many times he had chopped. Finally, he was exhausted, but he was satisfied in his heart.
I have found a feeling and a certain control, and my speed is getting faster, more stable, and more accurate. When I used to chop a wood stake, the knife marks were messy and difficult to land on the exact point. Now the knife marks are getting more and more concentrated and closer to a straight line. The legendary sayings of "as if the arm is moving the finger" and "where the mind goes, the knife goes there" can indeed be achieved through long-term practice.
There is no other reason, it’s just a matter of practice, it’s an eternal truth.
"I'm all sweaty and there's no place to take a shower. It's so uncomfortable." Zhao Changhe wiped the sweat off his face and went back to the house. He was about to complain, but when he saw that Luo Qi seemed to be asleep, he stopped talking.
He practiced hard to keep warm. In this winter, the clothes were thin, and if he didn't exercise, he would be frozen to death. But every time he stopped, the cold wind blew and it was particularly cold.
Zhao Changhe helplessly hung up his sweatshirt, dried himself and got into his own quilt.
Luo Qi shrank back and moved a little closer inside.
"You didn't sleep?"
"Your knife chopping is so noisy, who can sleep?"
Zhao Changhe was a little embarrassed: "Then I won't practice swordplay at night, I'll 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, who cares?"
"Don't mind if you go to sleep. I'm exhausted anyway, so I'm going to sleep first."
"… "
The house was quiet for a moment.
Zhao Changhe was really exhausted, so he closed his eyes and went to sleep. In this way, they were hiding in their own quilts, so they couldn't touch each other. How could they touch each other as Luo Qi imagined? It was true that they both smelled bad, which was very embarrassing.
He had no intention to find out whether the other person was a man or a woman. He was really full of worries now, so who would have the mood to think about all sorts of things? As he said, it would be best if it wasn't a woman. If it was a woman, it would only cause more trouble, while a man would save a lot of trouble.
Zhao Changhe fell asleep quickly without thinking about anything else. Luo Qi grabbed the quilt nervously, seemingly turning to face the wall, but in fact his eyes were wide open, his whole body was tense, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat.
"He dares to hug me? Probably not. He said he doesn't know how to hug me. He's disgusting too, right?"
"But what if he hugs me unconsciously in his sleep?"
"Even if he hugged her unconsciously, he wouldn't know what happened, right?"
"If he wakes up but I haven't, then he will know."
Luo Qi's mind was in a mess and he completely lost sleep.
As a result, there was a thunderous snoring sound beside him, and Zhao Changhe soon fell into a deep sleep. Luo Qi turned around angrily, raised his foot viciously and wanted to kick him, but after hesitating for a moment, he slowly put it down.
He looked at Zhao Changhe's profile in the dark with shining eyes. The scar on his face was still eye-catching in the night.
Actually, it is a bit against one's will to say that Zhao Changhe's scar is ugly. It is not ugly at all. Instead, it has a unique wild beauty and is very manly.
Because Zhao Changhe is masculine and handsome, no matter how handsome guys style themselves, it will be cool and alternative, so ugly people shouldn't try to imitate him.
Zhao Changhe was sleeping very well, not moving at all. Luo Qi watched him for a long time, and then slowly relaxed. He didn't know when, he was already extremely tired and couldn't hold on any longer, and finally fell asleep in a daze.
It seemed as if someone brought me food very gently in my dream.
I vaguely heard myself asking, "Mom, why don't you eat?"
The man in the dream rubbed her head and said, "Mom has eaten lunch, so she is not hungry."
The person's face is blurry and unclear. It only exists in the memory of a few years ago, and I have long forgotten what he looked like.
(End of this chapter)