The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

Then he raised his hand and patted Xiao Jing's shoulder, Luo Suxuan said: "This method cannot be passed on to outsiders, and it is quite complicated to learn. I will teach you the first trick today, and I will teach you later, okay?"

Xiaojing nodded and said yes, and then quietly waited for Luo Suxuan to teach him the first move.

Luo Suxuan pinched his waist, turned him around, and then said: "Don't kneel, sit cross-legged like me, raise your hands, palms facing me."

Although Xiaojing didn't understand what he was going to do, he did it obediently.

Luo Suxuan raised his hand to meet his palm, and then injected a wave of his spiritual consciousness into Xiaojing's body.

In order to find out whether there is a golden core in Xiaojing's body.

After a while, Luo Suxuan slowly withdrew his hand, but he didn't find any golden pills. He told Xiaojing: "Okay, the first move is like this. It's called resting meditation. It can cultivate one's body and mind, and regulate qi and blood."

"Huh? That's it?"

Although Xiaojing didn't understand, he was very surprised: "But, why haven't I changed anything? It should be because I'm too stupid and haven't learned it yet. Let's do it again?"

Luo Suxuan said: "Next time, it's getting late, you've been washing for too long, you should come out."

Immediately, he got up and got out of the barrel, flicking his sleeves casually, his body was clean immediately.

Xiao Jing responded, and also crawled out of the barrel, but because of kneeling for too long, his legs and feet were a little weak, and as soon as he stood up, he fell into the barrel with a thud.

"Xiao Jing!"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Luo Suxuan pulled Xiao Jing up, looking at Xiao Jing whose face was full of foam, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"My legs seem to be numb."

"Forget it, let me carry you out."

Luo Suxuan has completely given up the idea of ​​letting Xiaojing come out of the barrel by himself, and is still thinking secretly, if a cucumber is hung on the beam of the house, can Xiaojing take it off by himself.

Carrying Xiao Jing back to the bed, Luo Suxuan pulled the blanket beside him, wiped him from head to tail, and then subconsciously helped him put on his clothes.

"I will do this myself."

Xiao Jing became embarrassed, and felt that Luo Suxuan treated him too much like a child, just like an old father dressing a young child.

It made him feel very uncomfortable.Raising his hand, he pressed Luo Suxuan's hand, and Xiaojing said seriously, "I wear it myself."

"Ah."

Luo Suxuan didn't insist either, besides, he didn't have the habit of serving others.

He simply went out to urge the shopkeeper to deliver the food, and from the corner of his eye he caught sight of Lin Jinghong who was tied up downstairs, Luo Suxuan laughed and said, "Young Master Lin, how does it feel to be a watchdog?"

"No no no!"

Lin Jinghong's mouth was sealed by the yellow talisman, and his face turned red with anger.But he could only let out a dissatisfied murmur.

"The night is long, so please trouble Mr. Lin to keep watch for Luo."

Luo Suxuan sneered, brought food from the shopkeeper, and then turned back to the room.

Seeing that Xiaojing was fully dressed and had bandaged the wound again, Luo Suxuan called him over to have something to eat.

Xiaojing nodded and said thanks again.

Unexpectedly, Luo Suxuan seemed to have noticed it in advance, shaking his head and said: "In front of me in the future, there is no need to say sorry and thank you. It sounds too natural."

Xiao Ding nodded. After eating, he was a little drowsy, but he still cheered up.

Walking to the bed and hugging the quilt, she knelt on the ground and spread it carefully, then lay down on it, Xiao Jing rubbed her eyes and yawned: "Luo Suxuan, I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed first."

"Wait, are you going to sleep here?"

"Well, there is only one bed in the room. You are my savior, how can I let you sleep on the floor?"

Xiaojing looked as if it should be taken for granted, and fell asleep when he lay down.

"Get up, you go to bed."

Luo Suxuan walked over, lifted Xiaojing up from the ground, and pushed him onto the bed involuntarily.

Xiao Jing quickly climbed down, shook his head and said, "No, I can't let you sleep on the floor, let me go down quickly."

"Who said I'm going to sleep on the floor?"

Luo Suxuan turned over on the bed, pushed the man into the bed, and said with certainty: "You and I are both men, so what's the harm in sleeping together?"

"But... the bed is small, I'm afraid of squeezing you."

"It's okay, you don't take up space."

Luo Suxuan blew out the candle, lay down flat and closed his eyes to meditate. The bed was really not big, especially to accommodate two men, it seemed even narrower.

Even though Xiaojing had tried his best to shrink himself into a ball, he still couldn't avoid physical contact with Luo Suxuan.

Luo Suxuan's body had a faint fragrance of Jiangzhen, and Xiaojing slept next to him, feeling very at ease.

After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

But Luo Suxuan tossed and turned sleeplessly all night, his mind kept thinking of Xiaojing's gorgeous face when he took a bath.

Before I knew it, I also fell asleep, and had a particularly strange and absurd dream.

In the dream, he was wearing black armor, and he was in a dark hall. Weird green fires were suspended on the left and right copper frames, and they kept jumping up and down.

And he was hugging a boy in white clothes, with both hands tightly strangling the boy's waist, the two faced each other, the boy's figure jumped more violently than the green will-o'-the-wisp, and let out uncontrollable sobs.

The collision caused the seats to move backwards, and there were frenzied waves in the places where they were close, and the sound of waves was coquettish.

The seat under the two of them was covered with a large piece of animal skin, which was still slick.

The whole hall was filled with a strange fragrance.

Russell suddenly woke up from the dream.

After waking up, I couldn't help panting heavily.

This is not the first time he has had such a dream, but every time when he wants to see the other person's face clearly, he suddenly wakes up from the dream.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead hair, Luo Suxuan was still in shock, looked down at his body, and couldn't help but blushed again.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and quickly turned his head to look into the bed, for fear that Xiao Jing would notice his strangeness.

But the bed was empty, and Xiaojing was gone.

Xiaojing is gone!

Luo Suxuan's heart suddenly suffocated, he jumped up from the bed, and before he could put on his boots, he strode toward the door of the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Lin Jinghong's voice from the lobby downstairs.

"Hmph, don't think that if you feed me food and water, I will be grateful to you and spare Luo Suxuan! Stop wishful thinking, when my elder brother finds him, Luo Suxuan will die!"

Immediately came Xiaojing's unhurried voice: "I didn't mean to ask you to thank me. You saved me once before. I'll feed you some water, just as a thank you for your rescue that day."

Lin Jinghong snorted, as if he was eating something in his mouth, he said vaguely: "You are smart!"

Luo Suxuan stopped listening to the next words.

He turned back to the room and closed the door.

It was only later that I remembered that I had to put on my boots first.

After Luo Suxuan put on his boots, he looked at the bed—the piece of bed he had been lying on in a daze at night—because there was a very dark spot—it was accidentally left behind when he was dreaming.

Did Xiaojing find out?

When Xiaojing woke up in the morning, did he see something?

But Xiaojing didn't understand these things, at most he was just surprised, then put on his shoes and socks, got up and went downstairs.

Luo Suxuan felt extremely bored, and suddenly slapped the bedpost with his palm, annoyed at why he didn't have any concentration.

"Let me help you apply some ointment, the injury on your face is more serious."

Xiao Jing took out the "ointment" given to him by the shopkeeper last night from his bosom, and looked at Lin Jinghong's swollen half of a pig's head with concern.

Lin Jinghong was holding a piece of pastry in his mouth. Hearing this, he mumbled, "What? The injury was serious? I didn't feel it. My face is still as handsome as before!"

Xiaojing: "..."

He was thinking about whether to take a picture of Lin Jinghong with a bronze mirror.

The left half of Lin Jinghong's face was indeed as handsome as ever, but the right half of his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Not only was it red and swollen, it was also covered with bruises, and the skin was broken and bleeding in some places.

Seeing his expression, Lin Jinghong suddenly realized something, even his voice changed: "Am I disfigured?! Is it? Give me the bronze mirror, quick! Let me take a picture, go and get it!"

"No, no, it's not disfigured, it's still as handsome as before, just a little red and swollen, I'll rub some medicine on you, don't move."

Xiao Jing hurriedly comforted him, opened the lid, picked out a large piece of grease with his index finger, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, waited for it to melt, and then carefully applied it to Lin Jinghong's face.

"What is this? Don't use some disfiguring ointment anymore? Don't try to harm me!"

Lin Jinghong turned his head vigilantly, making Xiaojing's hand go empty, and said in his mouth: "Don't use any messy things, just rub all over my face, do you know how precious I am?"

Xiaojing was not angry, and said with a good temper: "This thing is very moisturizing. I also used it last night. It feels cool when I put it on. It is very slippery, moist and comfortable."

"What?! Have you ever used it? How dare you bring me something you've used before?!"

Lin Jinghong opened his eyes wide, and said with an unhappy face: "I never use things that other people have used, just use them!"

Xiao Jing: "But you ate half of the meat buns I left over yesterday."

"..."

He wasn't angry when he didn't mention meat buns, but when he mentioned meat buns, Lin Jinghong became even more angry.

"What you have eaten, you still bring it to me? Do you think I am a bundle of Chinese cabbage on the street?"

Xiaojing: "I didn't let you eat it. Luo Suxuan asked me to gag your mouth. I didn't have anything else at hand, so I just stuffed the meat buns into your mouth."

Lin Jinghong: "..." His anger was gone, God opened his eyes, Dao Lei struck Xiao Jing to death.

He glanced at Xiaojing, forget it, let's chop Luo Suxuan.

When Luo Suxuan went downstairs, he happened to hear Xiao Jing talking about Lin Jinghong eating his meat buns, and a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind: A meat bun beats a dog, and there is no return.

It seems that it was not completely unreasonable for him to tie Lin Jinghong up for a walk like a dog.

"Xiao Jing, stop feeding him, have you eaten yourself?"

Xiaojing stood up, raised his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Not yet, I'm waiting for you to eat together."

Luo Suxuan froze for a moment, no one had ever waited for him to eat together, it was as if the wife at home had prepared the meal and was reluctant to eat it, she fed the child first, and then sat alone and waited for the husband who was away to come back to eat together.

As soon as this idea popped up, Luo Suxuan was a little stunned, and didn't understand why he had such a terrible idea.

Whose family gave birth to a child like Lin Jinghong, how many graves had to be dug up by the ancestors.