The cold wind was blowing and the night was quiet. Looking at Yan Zheke, who had just finished singing, Lou Cheng felt relaxed and calm. His gloominess had completely faded away.
She took a deep breath and glanced at him. She raised her chin and hummed deliberately,
"My singing was not bad, right?"
Her two feet dangled outside the building, swaying lightly and playfully.
"Not only was it not bad." Lou Cheng laughed and reached out to hold Yan Zheke's waist, letting her lean her head on his shoulder.
He looked at the Weishui Lake in the distance and said with a bit of self-mockery,
"People will always be greedy little by little."
"At first, I didn't have much confidence in defeating Peng Leyun. Although I said that in front of you, I was actually quite nervous. I thought that not only should I join hands with your brother, but also the effect of the second awakening of the supernatural ability of fire was not worse than expected. I also hoped that we could face Peng Leyun in our best condition and just try our best to beat him. I didn't expect to beat Shanbei in the end."
"However, as the Second Awakening of the Supernatural Ability of Fire brought about an obvious improvement, and as my Dan stage cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, I gradually gained confidence. I was no longer satisfied with my previous thoughts, and I no longer felt that overthrowing Shanbei was an impossible task. When I obtained the Zhe Formula, the Army Formula, and the Qian Formula, and mastered them quickly, I became even more ambitious. I felt that I could compete with Peng Leyun."
"I knew that I was definitely weaker than him, but I no longer thought that this gap was insurmountable. I was able to defeat Zhang Zhutong and Han Zhifei in the past. Now I have the hope to defeat Peng Leyun."
"Don't laugh. I did think so before. Even though your brother fought hard with Fang Zhirong and didn't cause much damage to Peng Leyun, I was still full of hope before the battle. But reality taught me a lesson. I tried my best, but Peng Leyun seemed to be at ease. It seemed that no matter how I fought, he could firmly suppress me. If I hadn't risked using the variant Severe Warning at the end, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen his strongest side."
"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The truth is crueler. That's why I was so upset and depressed and easily angry at others' bad comments."
"Now that I think about it, I was a little too arrogant."
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled as she listened to Lou Cheng's analysis of her inner thoughts.
"Isn't it said that men don't want to expose their embarrassing failures in front of girls? Yes, the so-called pride and self-esteem of men. Cheng, why are you telling me this? "
Lou Cheng chuckled.
"Because you are Coach Yan, the mentor of my life."
"It's good that you remember!" Yan Zheke immediately beamed with joy and deliberately said in an old-fashioned tone, "Then what do you think now?"
What made her the happiest was that Cheng seemed to have walked out of the shadow of failure!
"Thoughts? Yes, recognize the gap and catch up! " "Ke, I have a small goal. I want to defeat Shanbei before Peng Leyun graduates!"
Without waiting for Yan Zheke's answer, he suddenly added, "I heard that Peng Leyun doesn't like to take the stairs through the front door. Instead, he habitually jumps out of the window. Is that true?"
Yan Zheke was startled and blurted out,
"What do you want?"
Based on his understanding of Cheng, he wouldn't mention this for no reason!
Lou Cheng looked down at the frightening scene and said with a smile,
"I want to try. Do you want to join me?"
Although Yan Zheke wasn't afraid of heights, she didn't want to commit suicide and didn't have a hobby of jumping off a building. Looking at the ground far away and the scene that could make a person with acrophobia weak in the knees, she reflexively opened her mouth to refuse.
At this moment, Lou Cheng turned to look at her and smiled calmly.
"Trust me."
Hearing this, Yan Zheke gently bit her pink lips and nodded, saying, "Yes.
"Yes."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt herself being pulled over by Lou Cheng and carried in a princess carry. With one hand holding the crook of her leg and the other holding her back.
"Why this position?" Yan Zheke was so shy that she hit Lou Cheng.
This was the first time she was carried in a princess carry!
No, how could he carry her in a princess carry at this time?
Lou Cheng chuckled and answered,
"If the situation goes wrong, this position makes it easier for me to throw you out."
No matter what, he couldn't let his little fairy get hurt!
Ah? While Yan Zheke was still thinking about this sentence, she suddenly found Lou Cheng jumping forward. She suddenly felt the wind in her ears become fierce.
Her body fell rapidly and her hair was flying wildly. The ground was getting closer and closer, bigger and bigger. Yan Zheke, who was used to being rational, felt her hair stand on end. She instinctively wanted to scream, as if she had heard the knock of the Grim Reaper on the door.
Was this the excitement of bungee jumping?
But now it was even more terrible than bungee jumping. There was no rope around her waist!
Was this the feeling between life and death?
She subconsciously hugged Lou Cheng tightly and leaned her face against the place that made her feel safe.
When they were about to hit the ground, Lou Cheng suddenly condensed his qi and blood, force and spirit, hugging and releasing.
His body seemed to expand and expand, changing the friction with the air and gliding forward in a small arc.
Bang!
He stepped on the ground and the ground seemed to shake!
Straightening his back and transmitting the force, Lou Cheng carried Yan Zheke in a princess carry and took a big step forward, as light as a feather.
One step, two steps, three steps. He completely neutralized all the force of the recoil and didn't let the girl feel uncomfortable at all.
"Done?" Yan Zheke's long eyelashes fluttered and looked around.
She actually didn't close her eyes just now and just looked straight at the ground.
"Coach Yan, we landed safely!" With this jump, Lou Cheng vented all his negative emotions and gave a humorous answer in an excited tone.
Yan Zheke laughed and struggled to stand up straight. She kept tidying her long hair with both hands and looked around with bright eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, like a child who played an interesting game.
"Was it fun? Was it exciting? "Lou Cheng asked cheerfully.
"Yes!" Yan Zheke nodded hard and admitted honestly.
She was always led by Cheng to do bad things!
Suddenly, she remembered something and raised her eyebrows. "You still have internal injuries! How can you jump just like that? Aren't you afraid of adding more injuries to your injuries? "
"I'm fine, aren't I?" Lou Cheng moved his body to show that he was fine and then said with a smile, "I'm young, so I have to be frivolous."
"Humph, it's not me who is injured anyway!" Yan Zheke knew that her boyfriend mainly wanted to vent. Seeing that he was fine, she didn't say more.
But Lou Cheng was still excited. He turned around and squatted down.
"Ke, come, I'll carry you."
"I, I'm not tired. My feet are not sore …" Yan Zheke answered with a confused face.
"What's the matter? What reason does a boyfriend need to carry his girlfriend? "Lou Cheng smiled and didn't change his posture.
Yan Zheke's eyes moved. She pursed her lips and turned her head, secretly spitting. But she walked briskly to him and bent down.
Lou Cheng carried the girl on his back and strolled on the edge of the deserted Western District. He listened to her softly humming a melodious song and chatted with her from time to time.
"Actually, my brother is more affected than you."
"I think so too."
"But he doesn't need or want sympathy or comfort."
"That's Lin Que."
"I believe he can eventually catch up. Laggards may not always be laggards."
"Are you encouraging me in a disguised way?"
"If you say so, then so be it."
"You can talk all you want, but can you not always blow into my ear?"
"So what if I blow into your ear? You even kissed me! "
"You can kiss me too. I don't mind."
"Rogue!"
The moonlight was gentle, and the barren land was beautiful.
…
The next morning, despite his internal injuries, Lou Cheng woke up early as usual. He went to the Weishui Lake and started practicing the Swordsman Formula in the cool breeze. Relying on his Inner Vision state and the Dan Stage Martial Artist's ability to control minute details, he repaired the disharmony in his body little by little.
Geezer Shi stood beside him with his arms folded. He said casually, "The Swordsman Formula has a good healing effect. I'll teach you the healing skills of the Ice Sect when I have time. How long do you think it will take for you to fully recover?"
"Eleven or twelve days, if there's no fierce battle." Lou Cheng said with a little guilty. He was young and frivolous last night and jumped off the building. Otherwise, he would have recovered in less than ten days.
Since he could use Inner Vision, he could accurately judge the recovery of his injuries.
Geezer Shi snorted. "You took longer than me. Can you fight in the next round?"
"Yes. It'll be stable in seven days. It won't worsen the injury if it's not a fight like the last one." Lou Cheng answered without hesitation.
Although he could only use seventy to eighty percent of his strength, it was enough to teach those who wanted to take advantage of him a lesson.
…
After the morning exercise, it was still the special training as usual. But Geezer Shi didn't watch quietly as usual. He only gave a few pointers and corrected them. Instead, he stood in front of the team, looked around, and said with a smile,
"I had something to say when I saw you guys like frosted eggplants yesterday. But after thinking about it, I think it's better to give you guys a night to experience it. It'll leave a deep impression."
Seeing that Lou Cheng and Li Mao were a little ashamed, Geezer Shi waved his hand and said,
"It's normal to feel pain, sadness, and unhappiness after losing an important match. It's not a sign of weakness. It only shows that you care, that you still have the desire and drive."
"Those who can recover immediately after losing a battle, calm down immediately, and laugh immediately are not mature, but numb. They don't care enough. They are numb to failure, numb to martial arts, and lose enthusiasm for winning or losing. They don't care enough."
"I don't dare to say about other professions, but on the path of martial arts, such warriors often lose the desire and drive to move forward. They are willing to accept failure, compromise, and surrender in front of the strong. You guys are not bad. You didn't feel that Shanbei was just a formality."
"Look at 'Dragon King'. No matter what the reason is, as long as he loses an important battle, he is really unapproachable. His face is so black that it can drip water."
"But he's good at turning this pain into fuel to move forward. You guys should learn from him. Don't always be depressed and get stuck in it."
Lou Cheng and the others nodded repeatedly. They were all enlightened.
At this time, Geezer Shi said with a serious expression, "Were you sad yesterday?"
"Yes." Lou Cheng and the others were stunned for a while before answering in unison.
"Were you in pain?" Geezer Shi asked again.
"Yes." Lin Que hesitated and followed the others.
Hearing this, Geezer Shi suddenly laughed and scolded,
"Since you know how to be sad and feel pain, why don't you all go back to practice hard?"
"Yes!" The morale of Lou Cheng and the others was lifted again.
Seeing that they began to practice and heal, Geezer Shi smiled and took out the flagon to drink.
What was it called in the words of the young people?
Cool!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
