What Yang Hui held in his hand was the Qigong mental method in a boxing manual left to him by Huang Zhen. Physical training also needs to cooperate with the movement of breath. Otherwise, the stronger you practice, the greater the damage to your body.
Suddenly, a girl's painful moans came from the room where Chen Zhe and Hu Xiaoyin lived...
Chen Zhe's voice came from time to time: "Don't move. Oh, don't bite my hand..."
Yang Hui could hear clearly from outside. He clenched his fists, frowned and whispered, "He deserves to be killed."
He calmed down and continued reading, ignoring what unscrupulous thing Chen Zhe was doing.
The sound was sometimes high-pitched and exciting, sometimes soft and tactful. It was extremely painful at first, and then extremely pleasurable. It lasted for half an hour and finally reached the peak. If it were anyone else here, it would definitely make the blood rush. But Yang Hui It was always as if he hadn't heard anything. He turned his hands slowly. Sometimes he stood up and made gestures. He punched and kicked a few times.
After the touching sound reached a peak, it made two gentle and delicate turns, and then quietly fell silent.
The sound lasted for nearly an hour. When Chen Zhe walked out of the door, his face was pale, his steps were sloppy, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. He glanced at Yang Hui: "I'm leaving."
"Okay." Yang Hui did not hide his disgust. He wished that Chen Zhe would leave immediately.
About half an hour later, Yang Rui was licking a 50-cent popsicle while walking back in a dignified manner. When he passed by Yang Hui, he asked him: "Brother... do they have... that or something?"
"Yes. It's very tragic." Yang Hui turned over a page of the book intently, like a junior high school student studying hard for the college entrance examination.
Yang Rui stuck out his tongue and tiptoed to Hu Xiaoyin's house...
The bedding was extremely messy. Hu Xiaoyin lay weakly on the bed. She took off her pajamas and lifted her top, revealing the suspenders of her underwear. Half of her exquisite buttocks were exposed underneath. Her whole clothes were soaked. Even the mattress underneath her was stained. .The whole person seemed to be dead. There was no sound at all.
Yang Rui was shocked: Brother Chen Zhe wouldn't kill first and then kill.
She ran forward in a few steps and put her trembling hand on Hu Xiaoyin's back. She found that her back was rising and falling gently and she was still breathing slowly.
"It's good that you're not dead. This battle is too fierce. It would be terrible to get married in the future." Yang Rui gently pushed Hu Xiaoyin and called softly next to her ear: "Sister Xiaoyin. Sister Xiaoyin, are you asleep? ."
Hu Xiaoyin raised her head with difficulty: "Can you give me some water? I'm so thirsty..."
"Oh. I'll come right away."
Yang Rui turned around and took half a ladle of water and handed it to Hu Xiaoyin's mouth. The girl greedily drank it all in one breath. She raised her head and frowned and asked, "Why do my legs feel so cold?"
She reached behind and touched it. It turned out that there was a popsicle between her legs. It was mostly melted. She threw the popsicle away and glared at Yang Rui: "When did you put the popsicle here?"
"I...I just thought you were killed one by one by Brother Chen Zhe. I was so frightened that I just threw it away...Hey, Sister Xiaoyin, you can feel your legs are cold." Yang Rui's eyes widened, but there was nothing. Surprised. As if you had already guessed what would happen.
Hu Xiaoyin blinked suspiciously: "Yes. My legs can feel cold. So what's wrong?"
She stared blankly ahead. Tears suddenly fell from her eyes. She struggled to get up. As soon as she was halfway up, she lay down softly.
Yang Rui pulled the quilt over her and covered her: "Sister Xiaoyin, you are covered in sweat now. Be careful of the cold... What was it like with Brother Chen Zhe just now?"
"Which one..." Hu Xiaoyin blinked and suddenly turned red: "He. He doesn't have it at all... He is a good person."
Oh. Good man.
Yang Rui's big eyes turned around Hu Xiaoyin's body. Hu Xiaoyin felt uncomfortable and glared at her: "What's wrong? He said he would treat my injury, but he just treated me. It didn't happen. Do something else."
"Are you disappointed?" Yang Rui chuckled.
Are you disappointed?
Hu Xiaoyin's eyes blurred and she murmured to herself: "Good man..."
Chen Zhe, who was hurriedly walking, went out and called a taxi. He said to the driver: "Go back to Jiangda Family Community."
The master nodded and stepped on the accelerator.
Chen Zhe began to take a nap. Hu Xiaoyin's leg has been injured for several years. The meridians have long been stagnated. It is extremely difficult to use the true energy to attack. Fortunately, it has only been a few years. Hu Xiaoyin is active again. If a person has been bedridden for more than ten or twenty years, ten Chen Zhe is useless.
This feeling is very tiring. It's like going through a heart-wrenching war. Chen Zhe, who was leaning on the seat, looked out the window and said to himself: "Did I do something special again?" 2 things.”
No cultivator is willing to do such a thing that consumes real energy for a girl who has nothing to do with him. Cultivation is precious. If you lose one point, you may lose your life in future fights. Most of the cultivators do it for the sake of attaining Taoism and immortality. Few of them really do it. For the people of Dawn. Silly.
Chen Zhe also knew.
But as soon as he saw Hu Xiaoyin's shining eyes, he didn't feel any regret. He had wanted to do this since the first time he saw her.
"Anyway, my cultivation will stop at Nascent Soul from now on. This is good." Chen Zhe yawned and closed his eyes.
When he arrived at the place, he was woken up by his master. He paid and got out of the car. He walked across from a wretched old man. The old man waved his hand: "Hey, little brother, we meet everywhere in life. We are really destined. ."
"I think it's unlucky. I can meet old liars like you wherever I go." Chen Zhe wanted to avoid the old man and walked to the left. The old man smiled and took a step to the left. Go to the right. He went to the right. Move a step. In short, you want to block him.
Chen Zhe shook his clenched fist: "It's best not to mess with me. I'm in a bad mood now and want to punch someone. Then don't blame me for punching the sixty-year-old man."
The old man smiled and sighed: "You can't. Little brother, your hall is now black and purple. You must have encountered something extremely unlucky, which caused some kind of pillar in your life to collapse."
"You're right. Damn it. Everyone can see the unhappy look on my face right now." Chen Zhe rolled his eyes. What does it mean that a certain pillar in life has collapsed? He said it as if he couldn't lift it anymore. .Brother is holding up the sky every day.
The old man smiled and said, "It's definitely not true. You know it yourself."
Chen Zhe glared at him: "That old saying about Yintang turning black. I've seen it in TV series ten thousand times. Is there anything new?"
"Haha. Little brother, you don't know. Yintang is also called the Ming Palace in facial appearance. A person's luck is good or bad, and the depth of fortune. You can know more than half of it just by looking at this place. Just like you, my Yintang is originally full. . Smooth as a mirror. I have a good face. This is just a small low point in my fate. I can always make it through."
This is a good thing. However, Chen Zhe has not had a good impression of this fortune teller since he first met him.
No matter how well you say it, I still don’t believe it.
Chen Zhe curled his lips. The old man took out a small dark red stick from his pocket and said, "Brother, please take one and see. It's very effective. I gave you this fortune telling."
"Not interested. I want to go home and sleep." Chen Zhe then yawned.
This is a small red stick. I just took out a stick a few days ago and signed it. The painter-like murderer turned into pus and blood in an instant. A trace of red blood on it was vaguely revealed from the stick. There was a new sign on it. Tim’s black name: Qiao Bo.
It was the name of the killer who looked like a painter.
If Chen Zhe was in a normal state, he should be able to feel the bloody smell on the lotus tube. But now Chen Zhe's true energy is overdrawn. Most of his five senses are hurt. He is about to fall asleep. He can't feel anything.
He muttered: "Take one stick and it will be over. Stop pestering me."
He took out a stick and gave it to the old man. He was afraid that he would ask for money. He walked around the old man and ran away. He said from a distance: "Okay. Take a look for yourself after taking it. Don't follow me. Otherwise, I will let the dog bite you..." I’m not trying to scare you. This is my home. All the dogs are familiar with me. As soon as I give the order, hundreds of dogs will rush over and bite you into human meat buns.”
The old man shook his head and sighed. He picked up the fortune stick.
The words on it are not ambiguous like those in ordinary temples. They are written very clearly.
This branch says: Chong'er's travels... The dragon is dormant. The tiger is entrenched. Eventually the dragon will rise and the tiger will roar.
The writing was very short. But the old man smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed: "It's really good."
A red name appeared on the hexagram tube. It said "Chen Zhe".
Chen Zhe looked back and saw that the old man hadn't chased him. He just ran all the way and went up to the third floor and opened the door. But he didn't notice. His energy improved several times. He no longer looked like he was in low spirits just now.
That hexagram sign gave him a glimmer of hope.
She took out the key and entered the door. Qin Xin yawned while watching TV. When she heard the sound of Chen Zhe opening the door, she jumped up and rushed over to meet Chen Zhe. She was so happy that she almost burst into laughter.
Chen Zhe smiled and patted her cheek: "It reminds me of the pet dog we had at home when I was a kid. It was like this every time I came home from school."
"I hate it. You are the dog. You are the male dog."
Qin Xin said angrily. As soon as Chen Zhe took a step inside, she pushed him with her hand on his chest: "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?" Chen Zhe asked strangely.
Qin Xin raised her toes and glanced at Chen Zhe's face for a few times. Then she walked around him again. Finally, she came back to him and pinched her chin, frowning and looking at Chen Zhe: "That's not right..."
Chen Zhe knew that it was probably because she noticed the loss of his true energy. He was afraid that she would be unhappy, so he felt a little guilty: "Something is wrong."
The little girl raised her face and said, "You seem to be different from the morning. Stretch out your hand."
Chen Zhe stretched out his hand. Qin Xin probed the Nascent Soul in Chen Zhe's body with great hope. He was still seriously injured. Qin Xin shook his head: "It's still the same. But I always feel that something is wrong. What did you encounter today? ."
"No one."
Chen Zhe didn't dare to talk about saving Hu Xiaoyin. Although the little girl is not a stingy person, it would be bad if she knew that the other party was a beauty.