Chapter 100: The Perception of the Sword (2)
Xu Qing put down his schoolbag, stood loosely in place, hooked his finger at He Shang and said, "Come, attack me with eighteen falls on my clothes." β
He Shang pointed to the back of his cheek and smiled bitterly: "Dude, you can take it easy when you fall on me, I was hit by you the day before yesterday, and I still hurt here!" β
Xu Qing nodded and said, "No problem, this time I'll try to make it as light as possible." β
Before the words fell, He Shang saw the opportunity, the cat's waist rushed up, reached out to clasp Xu Qing's left wrist, twisted it in the opposite direction, and his feet were not idle, pinning the other party's ankle and hooking it out.
Xu Qing was not in a hurry, bent his knees and pressed his elbows, and used his other palm to support He Shang's ribs, and with a flick of the situation, poor He Shang was directly swept out, and he spun around twice in the air and threw it heavily on the pile of mats.
This time, He Shang didn't fall to his stomach, but he felt a little dizzy, stood up and shook his head vigorously, and staggered over.
"Dude, please don't let me play trapeze in the future? I didn't fall to death, I was scared to death. He Shang patted his chest in shock and said.
Xu Qing's fall just now naturally used positive yang qi, so he let this thing flip in the air, if not, how could it accurately land on the mat a few meters away? Unexpectedly, this guy not only didn't appreciate it, but also complained vigorously.
"Well, I won't drop you in the future, and I won't dump you, bye!"
Leaving the next sentence, Xu Qing picked up his schoolbag and turned around to leave, and muttered in a low voice: "The characters who can't stand the beating are not even able to learn the judo of the little devil." β
When He Shang saw that Xu Qingzhen was really angry, he hurriedly ran forward and opened his arms to stop him, and said with a wry smile: "Dude, I just kidding, if you like to fall, you can fall, it's a big deal that I won't be silent in the future, right?" β
A sly smile appeared at the corner of Xu Qing's mouth, and he flipped his schoolbag casually and said, "Okay, let's go buy some Dongβ‘β‘ to eat first." β
Just now he was just making a show to tease He Shang, the real purpose was nothing more than to make this guy run errands willingly, and it was definitely fake to come back from swimming and say that he was not hungry.
He Shang made a promise, pulled his legs and ran out of the door, and in less than ten minutes, a bunch of foreign fast food was packed, and there was a foreign fast food restaurant next door to the fitness center, which was very convenient to buy.
Xu Qinglai's stomach was so hungry that he was growling, where else did he care about Chinese and Western food, grabbed a fried chicken leg and chewed it.
He Shang saw that he was eating with relish, so he also took a chicken leg and nibbled on it, and muttered in his mouth: "It's still a chicken leg that tastes simple, just a bone." β
The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, such a simple sentence shocked Xu Qing's heart, and he seemed to have caught a trace of something in his mind, the chicken leg only has one bone, so it is easy to eat, so is it easier to penetrate the second pulse of Ren Du with pure positive yang qi?
Sharpen the sword and grind the cone, sharpen the cone into a small profit, at this time Xu Qing finally understood the meaning of these two sentences, the blind old man must have sensed the impurity of the positive yang qi in his dantian, just like a blunt cone, it will undoubtedly take a lot longer to penetrate the second vein of Rendu, if it is condensed into a sharp sword, it can break all obstacles!