"Not cold?"

"It's not cold. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's kind of like me, I haven't slept in a long time, except in my dreams. ”

"Hmm. ”

As he spoke, Jing felt an extra fluffy thing on his leg. Suddenly opened his eyes, Yuan Feiwu didn't know when he lay on his lap.

Ying definitely taught this kid some breath-holding exercises, otherwise he wouldn't have been completely unaware of his sneaking up on his side!

Yuan Feiwu rubbed Jing's leg a few times, and after finding the height he felt comfortable with, he curled up and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Jing said with a frown.

To be honest, I only have one side relationship with Yuan Feiwu, and my willingness to administer medicine and take in for one night is considered benevolent. is still so ignorant of sleeping on his own feet, this is a rare good temper to bully himself today, right?

"I just want a pillow......

Yuan Feiwu's voice became smaller and smaller, so small that Jing wondered if he was dreaming. Oh, already asleep, no doubt that it was indeed a dream!

I really don't take myself seriously!

Jing Huo came up angrily and was about to kick him away, but when he looked down and saw that Yuan Feiwu was not smiling, he was very natural and sleepy, and Jing couldn't kick him out.

Jing couldn't help but curse in her heart for the love of beauty that she was usually proud of.

But why is this guy so hot?

The heat from Jing's feet made him feel uncomfortable, but he had never let people pill his legs, so he didn't know if it felt normal.

Reaching out and touching Yuan Feiwu's head, he was sure that this was not normal.

He was suffering from a low-grade fever, presumably caused by inflammation of the wound.

This kid really doesn't take his body seriously.

But how can we take it seriously? Didn't the arm injury be caused by himself? Didn't Yuan Feixing find someone to beat him up to the second injury? How much pain this guy has to go through to survive until now may be unimaginable to ordinary people. It is actually very vexatious to blame him for not cherishing his body so naturally.

Jing sighed, took out his long whip and threw it into the room on the side of the hall, and when he dragged it back, he had an extra coat and simply draped it over Yuan Feiwu.

Then he took out a small pill and stuffed it into Yuan Feiwu's mouth, the pill melted in his mouth, with a faint floral fragrance.

The Hundred Flowers Poison is so easy to solve, and the Sect City is just an expedient measure to fool him by attacking poison with poison, and if he can't suppress it, he will die of poison in a few days.

Coincidentally, this antidote can cure trauma and reduce inflammation, which is cheaper for him.

Jing couldn't help but smile, this excuse is really rotten.

When the early morning sun penetrated the wooden house and lazily shone on Jing's body, Jing slowly opened his eyes.

Backache and back pain are like a pair of entangled twins, who come to show off their presence to Jing if they don't agree with each other, and Jing grins in pain. The most terrifying thing was his right foot, completely unconscious, and the slightest movement numb made him almost crazy.

Of course it was sore, and I kept sitting against the wall and on the floor all night. He didn't know how he fell asleep last night, it didn't matter anyway, because he didn't sleep very well after falling asleep, and he was always worried that he would turn around and kick the guy on his leg like a ball when he fell asleep. Being able to sit and sleep like this for a night, Jing also had to sigh at his perseverance.

touched Yuan Feiwu's head, the low-grade fever had subsided, and sure enough, his own solution was ...... Anti-inflammatory drugs work well.

Jing Tuoyuan's flying head was gently placed on the ground, and he walked out of the courtyard, facing the morning sun, stretched a big lazy waist, and the bones of his whole body crackled for a while, and finally felt a lot more comfortable.

How many years have you not gotten up early in the morning?

Jing, who likes to sleep lazily, shook his head and simply took advantage of the early morning to exercise. Simply playing a set of hand-me-down "rattan boxing", Jing sighed comfortably, and when he turned around, he saw Yuan Feiwu lying on the tatami mat at the door of the house and stuffing the leftover pastries from last night into his mouth, staring at himself with wide eyes as if he was watching a performance.

, it's so unpalatable, don't eat it! It's almost liquidated by you!

Jing is still angry with Yuan Feiwu's dislike of the pastries he made on a whim.

"Morning!" Yuan Feiwu said inarticulately.

"Hmph. Jing didn't have a good sense of Yuan Feiwu, and went straight to the other end of the tatami mat and sat down.

"Is this your unique fist technique? I accidentally saw it, do you mind being learned by me?" said Yuan Feiwu as he drank the leftover tea from last night.

"If you can learn, you can learn. Jing Leng glanced at Yuan Feiwu.

I don't know how thick the sky is, this common problem seems to be similar to all young people.

It can be said that after learning the rattan boxing, you will basically master the use of the whip method, which contains many mysteries such as the way of exerting strength, internal breath, footwork, etc., which can be learned by looking at it casually?

"Okay, then you're welcome. ”

After Yuan Feiwu finished saying this, he lay quietly on his stomach and didn't say anything about it.

The more Jing thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, this guy really thought he had learned it by himself! This can't do it! Didn't it make him feel that his unique martial arts were very street-like!

"You've learned it, haven't you? Go and practice it and I'll see. Jing couldn't help but say.

"I have a wound in my hand. ”

Yuan Feiwu smiled, as if this was something to be happy about.

"Just take it easy. ”

"How can there be such a person who forces others to learn his boxing skills......"

Yuan Feiwu muttered as he walked towards the middle of the courtyard.

Listening to Yuan Feiwu's muttering, Jing Jing was almost half angry, what does it mean to force him to learn his own boxing techniques! This is obviously to prove to him that he has not learned anything, okay! Rattan boxing is actually very explosive, isn't it just a casual look at it!

But I have to admit that the current situation is very much like I am forcing him to learn his own boxing skills!

Jing had nowhere to vent his grievances full of grievances, but fortunately, Yuan Feiwu finally began to simply play the rattan fist he claimed to have learned.

"It's special to punch like a whip. ”

Unexpectedly, Yuan Feiwu really played out a set of rattan fists, and then slapped his palms back to his position to check whether the wound on his arm had been cracked.

No way! Jing's mouth can be stuffed with an ostrich egg.

Rattan boxing, he actually watched it once and stole it!

Not to mention the boxing moves, if you can watch it once and memorize it, it can only be regarded as an amazing memory; but Jing can't figure out how he learned all the mental techniques! You must know that this set of fist techniques must be harmonized with the breath of this mental method, so that the dark energy can be used, and the fist can be as flexible as a whip but full of power! Although the rattan fist that Yuan Feiwu played just now was slower than his own, he also completely achieved the combination of mental and fist techniques!

"When did you learn the mental method of rattan boxing?!" Jing Yi grabbed Yuan Feiwu's collar, his face was pale.

"What mind?"

"How did you learn the breath and strength of your boxing just now?"

"Look. Every time you punch hard, it will bulge slightly, match the timing of your breath, and just do it. ”

"Then do you feel a stream of heat in your body that is always hovering somewhere in you?"

"At the shoulder, you can only exert your strength the way you punch. ”

Jing let go of his hand and took a few steps back with a stunned face. This guy didn't lie, a lot of martial arts luck is exercised in the dantian, and the rattan fist is the most special, and the luck is hovering at the shoulder!

I only watched myself punch once, and I didn't even know how to do it, this guy ...... Absolute genius!

No, it's a demon!

The rattan fist has been passed on to his own generation, and it just hasn't been passed on yet, so there is a ready-made good seedling here!

"I'm leaving, Yuan Lao is at home today, I have to go and say hello. Bye. ”

Before Jing was tangled, Yuan Feiwu had already walked to the corner of the yard, jumped up flexibly and grabbed the wall, turned over and ran.

"Wait!"

Jing panicked and chased after him and wanted to climb over the wall, but suddenly remembered that this TM was his own home, and he went out to make wool over the wall!

turned around and ran to the courtyard door, and suddenly found that he hadn't changed his clothes, and the narcissistic Jing Ke didn't allow himself to run out casually, so he had to run back to the house to change his clothes. Jing didn't even look in the mirror when he changed his clothes for the first time in his life, and hurriedly went out and ran towards Yuan Lao's residence, afraid that Yuan Feiwu would be robbed by others if he walked slowly. (To be continued.) )