I am the only one in the world without Su [Quick Transmigration]

The sun is high, and the snow is slightly golden.

Su Zhuo folded a branch into a sword, held it in his hand, and walked around Chen Jun.

"You don't have enough foundation, your bones have been fixed, and you were weak in your early years. Even if you are no different from ordinary people now, it will be more difficult to practice martial arts well."

"Although the Devil's Cult's inner strength mentality is good, it must be matched with their unique tricks to exert the strongest power. Change the mentality."

Su Zhuolo still used his slightly commanding tone as always, very tough, but also very responsible and reliable.

Chen Jun nodded, feeling a little dizzy before his eyes.

He has been standing on horseback for three hours, from four o'clock before dawn until now it is midday.

His current feeling is really uncomfortable, his body is so stiff that he is almost unconscious, and he can maintain his posture without moving. It is not because of his strong willpower, but because he has no strength to move at all.

If he hadn't added half of the [-] cause points gained yesterday to his physique, he would definitely not be able to survive now.

Su Zhuolo stood with him for three hours, rectifying his posture while telling the main points. Chen Jun had heard him say more than this morning.

It could be seen that Su Zhuolo was really teaching him with all his heart, so Chen Jun also endured and persisted until now.

"Tuxue Mountain Villa has a lot of martial arts mentality, but if you don't have enough foundation, even the best mentality is difficult to master. As for the enemy's moves, swords and guns, fists, feet and palms, which one do you choose?"

Chen Jun pondered for a while, then said slowly: "Can you explain it in detail?"

Su Zhuolo was not impatient when he heard the words, he supported Chen Jun's shoulder with his right hand, straightened it a little, then put his hands behind his back, and spoke to him.

"Swords can't be accomplished in ten years. You don't have to think about it at this age. Swords are easy to learn and difficult to master, but they will produce the fastest results in a short period of time. As for the others, you can learn one or two at the same time."

"Knife?"

"A swordsman has no heart, but a swordsman has no fear. With your character, it is not impossible to learn a sword."

Chen Jun was silent for a moment, then nodded with some difficulty.

Su Zhuolo picked up a branch from behind him, jumped up lightly, his sleeves and robe turned like leaves.

Stepping on the ground with his toes, lowering his lower back, and then turning his wrists, his body turned flat. Between Xumi and the snow, a knife character was carved. The writing was deep, and it went straight into the deep mud of the ground.

"The strongest swordsman I have ever seen in my life should be Sun Yao from Yucheng three years ago. His sword is invisible, unintentional, imposing, and he has no regrets."

"I can only imitate [-]% of his sword intent at most, what do you think?"

Chen Jun glanced at him, and then said, "Don't I have to stand any longer?"

Su Zhuolo nodded.

Chen Jun tried to move his toes, but found that he felt nothing. He sighed and said to Su Zhuolo: "Master Su, please come here."

Su Zhuolo paused for a moment, walked up to him, and touched several acupuncture points all over his body with his fingertips. Chen Jun felt a little better, and then he slammed directly into Su Zhuolo's body.

"..." Su Zhuolo paused for a moment, but did not avoid it.

Chen Jun directly hugged his waist, buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, and remained motionless.

The sadness in my heart suddenly turned into a river. No matter who was asked to stand in the snow for six hours when he first started learning martial arts, I believe it would be no better than him.

In fact, the situation was worse than he imagined.

Su Zhuolo supported his shoulder with his left hand, and his wrist with his right hand, continuously inputting his internal energy. While inputting, he reflected whether he was asking too much.

Chen Jun hugged Su Zhuolo very tightly, and after regaining consciousness in his hands and feet, he felt the freezing temperature around him.

Su Zhuo had no choice but to take him back.

It's just that the martial arts training plan he drew up failed on the first day, and the blows he received were no worse than Chen Jun's, but one was psychological and the other physical.

Chen Jun drank two bowls of ginger soup and covered two quilts, but he was still panicking from the cold. Su Zhuolo sat next to him and helped him lose some internal strength.

"It's because I didn't think carefully." Su Zhuolo admitted his mistake with sincerity.

Chen Jun looked at him with a bit of resentment: "What standard did you make the plan according to?"

"My own..." He paused. "Half."

"..." Chen Jun snorted, "I'm sorry, I don't bring my own cheating attributes."

"what?"

--I am not in the same style as you, thank you!

Chen Jun covered his face with the quilt: "I'm an ordinary person, I'm a normal person, I'm a passerby...don't judge me by your standards."

Su Zhuolo nodded: "I see."

Chen Jun took off the quilt and looked at Su Zhuolo sadly: "I still feel cold."

Su Zhuolo reached out and touched his forehead.

"You have a fever."

"..." With a hoarse voice, Chen Jun looked at him and said, "Well, then what?"

Su Zhuolo stood up, went to bring another quilt, and pressed it on him.

Chen Jun glared at him weakly, turned his head away, and didn't want to speak anymore.

--What wrong perceptions or expectations did he have about this person?

Chen Jun had a severe fever, and he didn't get better after taking the medicine. Su Zhuolo wanted to go to see Su Fuyao, but Chen Jun stopped him.

"Don't go, believe me, as soon as he comes, the matter will turn into your attempt to murder me so as to keep your position as the owner of the village." Chen Jun has already fully realized the brain power of his mistress.

"I know."

"Then are you still going?"

Su Zhuolo glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Are you worried about me?" The corners of Chen Jun's lips curled up when he said this.

"Well, it will be even more difficult if you die." Su Zhuolo said again, "What's more, I am also responsible for this matter."

What Su Zhuolo said was quite honest, Chen Jun laughed inwardly, and then he said: "Don't bother, I thought of a very effective method."

"kindness?"

"You take off your clothes and let me hug you all night."

"..." Su Zhuolo condescended to him.

"..." Chen Jun didn't speak.

"...Naughty!"

Chen Jun explained to him solemnly: "Yes, this is definitely impossible in the normal world, but do you think this is a normal world? The medicine you gave me is also relatively rare, and it turned out that even a fever couldn't be cured. Well, according to the piss... inertia of this plot, I think my method is worth experimenting with."

Chen Jun originally just said it casually, but now he feels that the reason is quite sufficient, and he himself is almost convinced.

And he really likes Su Zhuolo's face, he won't suffer if he hugs her all night.

"They're all men, you won't be embarrassed!"

Su Zhuolo glared at him coldly, and then touched the belt around his waist with his finger. Chen Jun was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect it to be really interesting, it's so...fooling!

Just as Su Zhuolo took off a coat, he stopped suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Don't bother."

He went to the bed.

"There is a medicinal spring in the back mountain, which can cure all diseases."

"..."

"Do you need me to carry you?"

"...You don't need to hug it, just carry it!"

Su Zhuolo looked at him with a half-smile, narrow and long phoenix eyes raised slightly, and a trace of joy slipped through the black and white eyes.

Chen Jun suddenly stretched out his hand, twirled a stray hair from the corner of his forehead, and put it behind his ear.

The two got a little closer, but their eyes separated instantly.

Chen Jun suddenly lifted the quilt, clasped Su Zhuolo's shoulders with both hands, and said naturally: "Master Su, hurry up, it's quite cold."

Su Zhuolo squatted down and carried him back, all the way calmly.

The back mountain was not far away, after Su Zhuolo helped him into the water, he placed some clean clothes on the bank.

Then he lifted his hem and sat on the rock beside him.

Chen Jun nestled in the water for a while, and felt that it was not so cold, but felt thirsty for no reason, had difficulty breathing, and felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

As soon as he stood up, he felt cold, and then shrank back.

"Master Su!"

Su Zhuolo turned her head and looked at him.

"kindness?"

"Can I go into the water with a cold and a fever?"

"……is it not OK?"

"My common sense tells me it can't."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I believe in you!"

Su Zhuolo paused for a moment: "I remember it's possible, mother and aunt have both been here."

"...Stop talking, pull me out first!"

Su Zhuolo got into the water, pulled him up, and touched his forehead with his hand.

"It seems to be getting hotter."

Su Zhuolo's expression was very strange: "The water here has saved many people. Whether it is poisoning or terminal illness, even if they cannot fully recover, at least they will get better. You are the first one I saw. Not only is it useless, even more serious illness."

Chen Jun wanted to cry but had no tears.

"How did I know this would happen? Besides, it's true that typhoid fever can't go into the water, it's written in medical books!"

"My aunt never said that."

The two looked at each other, one puzzled and the other speechless.

After half a ring, Chen Jun was defeated.

"Forget it, let's go back!"

Su Zhuolo looked at his flushed face, and silently took off his outer robe and wrapped it around him again.

Chen Jun was touched for three seconds just now, and then his heart was shattered to pieces by his next words.

"You are so weak."

Chen Jun hugged the quilt and nestled back on the bed again, while Su Zhuolo sat beside him, took off his boots, sat directly on the bed, put his palm on his back, and slowly input internal force.

"Thank you."

Su Zhuolo did not respond.

Chen Jun sat hugging the quilt like this, and when he was a little drowsy, Su Zhuolo let go of his hands and helped him to lie down.

After tossing like this for most of the night, it will be almost dawn in two hours. Su Zhuolo didn't feel much sleepy at this time, so he simply put on a coat and stood in front of the door watching alone.

The moonlight is clear and cold, and the wind and cold are deep.

Su Zhuolo looked down at his hands, his expression seemed erratic.

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The author touched Chen Jun lovingly.