Reborn to enter the entertainment industry, the licking dog ex-husband rolls aside

The mountain road became steeper and steeper, almost reaching seventy or eighty degrees.

Zhang Jing spread out his hands and walked as if on flat ground, at an extremely fast speed.

He heard Xia Qingluo's footsteps change and looked back.

Xia Qingluo's pure white training suit was already covered in mud, and he had switched from two-wheel drive to four-wheel drive, so he had to use both his hands and feet to keep up with his pace.

It's already like this, and you still want to be stubborn?

Zhang Jing shook his head helplessly, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that he was not even aware of.

After about an hour, the two reached the top of the mountain.

However, seven kilometers is just the beginning. After that, there will be training such as stretching, standing still, and kicking 10,000 times.

Xia Qingluo’s fox eyes widened.

Ten thousand times.

She had to ask someone to carry her down the mountain.

Xia Qingluo lay down on a small patch of grass on the top of the mountain, looking at the already dim sky, and said weakly, "I can't do it anymore."

Seeing that Xia Qingluo, who had been trying to be strong for a long time, finally couldn't hold on any longer, Zhang Jing couldn't help but chuckle.

But after realizing it, Zhang Jing frowned.

What is he laughing at?

He was physically stronger than a guy who had just learned martial arts for a week. Did he feel superior?

Zhang Jing rubbed his eyebrows, thinking that this idea was not very moral, so he sat down on a stone and began to meditate.

His hearing is extremely sharp and he can pick up every subtle sound around him.

The singing of birds, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and Xia Qingluo's rapid breathing and heartbeat due to intense exercise were all clearly audible in his ears.

In contrast, Zhang Jing himself hardly sweated and his heartbeat was steady and slow.

He actually wasn't sweating, so his heartbeat was very slow.

Come to think of it, it seemed like he had never practiced martial arts like this with other people before.

Since he was a child, his master would take him for morning exercises, but as his skills improved, his master no longer accompanied him.

He and Lu Chengyuan were once fellow disciples, but their relationship was not very good and they often fought during morning exercises together, so they chose different mountain roads to practice in order to avoid unnecessary disputes.

At this moment, Zhang Jing felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness.

Under what circumstances do people feel lonely?

When a person is used to facing the world alone, he may not feel lonely.

But when another person appears in his life, the contrast makes him realize how lonely he was before.

Maybe it wouldn't be bad to have someone who is willing to show off and do morning exercises with you.

After Zhang Jing finished meditating, he saw Xia Qingluo had sat up and was drinking water.

In the morning light, the girl's messy hair clung to her neck, her eyes were clear and bright, as if containing the ocean. The plain white training suit gave her a bit more clarity, like a young fox demon who had walked out of the depths of the mountains and forests but was not very worldly-wise. She was absolutely extraordinary.

He had to admit that Xia Qingluo was very beautiful.

He had not seen many women and was just a newcomer in the entertainment industry, but he was sure that there were few women in the world more beautiful than Xia Qingluo.

No wonder Xia Qingluo could have his feet on two boats at the same time...

Zhang Jing frowned slightly when he thought of this.

He randomly found a relatively straight wooden stick, then took off the long sword behind him and threw it to Xia Qingluo with a slightly cold voice.

"Take the sword skills you learned these days and practice with me."

Xia Qingluo drew out the scabbard and looked at the eight-sided Han sword. The sword body was heavy and solid, with dark wave patterns on it.

She touched the blade with her fingers, felt its sharpness, and blinked. The sword was sharpened.

"No buddy, if you fight me with a small stick, this sword will cut the stick into pieces, won't it hurt you?"

Zhang Jing held the stick and made a sword flower easily, "You can try it."