Chapter 69: Hooked, Willful
It takes a lot of accumulation to make a breakthrough. You have to accumulate it at least.
Just like Chu Qinghe, who has never taken the initiative to practice once in this month?
From any angle, it has nothing to do with the phrase "slow and steady growth".
Chu Qinghe chuckled and said, "Then can you give me an explanation as to why I have made breakthroughs one after another?"
Qu Feiyan thought about it carefully and said with some uncertainty: "Talent?"
However, just as Qu Feiyan said this, Chu Qinghe immediately nodded and said, "This explanation is not bad."
Qu Feiyan: “…”
Looking at Chu Qinghe who admitted it directly in front of him, Qu Feiyan grinned.
Compared to the explanation of long-term accumulation, Qu Feiyan found that the explanation of talent made people feel even worse for some reason.
Glancing at Qu Feiyan, who was obviously a little depressed at this time, Dongfang , picked up the cup in front of Chu Qinghe and drank a sip of water, then slowly said: "You are so talented, but you are so lazy. It's a pity for your talent."
In response, Chu Qinghe said, "I can't help it. I'm used to being lazy. It's better to be lazy this way."
But despite what he said, Chu Qinghe sighed in his heart.
Chu Qinghe was naturally clear about his own talents.
With the current "capable" physique, the difference between practicing and not practicing is really not that big.
If that’s the case, what’s the point of practicing?
Isn't it better to just cheat? Why make yourself suffer so much?
Hanging, willful.
Faced with Chu Qinghe's bad state, Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue couldn't help but roll their eyes.
Qu Feiyan's eyes were almost rolling up to the sky.
But Chu Qinghe, the person involved, doesn't care about wasting his talent, so why should they worry about it?
…
After a short rest, Chu Qinghe greeted Qu Feiyan and slowly stood up.
Looking at Chu Qinghe who had stood up, Qu Feiyan asked curiously, "Sir, are you going out?"
Hearing this, Chu Qinghe said calmly: "Tomorrow is New Year's Day, so we should buy something to celebrate the festival!"
Hearing this, Qu Feiyan's eyes lit up and then he stood up quickly.
As they watched Chu Qinghe leave, Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai looked at each other.
Sometimes, after spending a long time together, some tacit understanding is inevitable.
Just like Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue at this moment.
After living together in Chu Qinghe's courtyard for nearly a month, as the two women's eyes met in the air for a few breaths, both Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue mobilized the true energy in their bodies at the same time.
The next moment, the two women in the courtyard turned into ghosts and collided with each other, causing ripples to spread, gently swaying the branches and flowers in the courtyard.
…
An hour later, Chu Qinghe was sitting on a tea stall on a street in the west of the city, turning the slightly hot teacup in his hands, his eyes fixed on the snowy street.
After all, it was almost the end of the year, and even though it was not the early morning market time, the street was bustling with activity.
Sometimes groups of children would run past.
Looking at the street scene, Chu Qinghe didn't seem bored at all.
While Chu Qinghe was waiting, Qu Feiyan came to Chu Qinghe carrying a lot of bags.
After putting the things Chu Qinghe asked to buy on the table, the little girl suddenly came up to him and asked curiously, "Sir, the one with a sword on his back is a swordsman, the one with a knife on his back is a knifeman, and the one with a gourd on his back, what is it called?"
Hearing Qu Feiyan's inexplicable question, Chu Qinghe opened his mouth and prepared to respond.
However, when the word "prostitute" was about to come out of his mouth, Chu Qinghe quickly stopped talking and changed the subject: "Why are you asking this?"
Qu Feiyan pointed to one side and said, "Nothing. I was just shopping in the north of the city when I saw a man going out with a gourd on his back, so I asked out of curiosity."
Chu Qinghe asked curiously, "Did you carry a gourd when you went out?"
Qu Feiyan nodded first, then let out a soft "eh" as if she discovered something, then quietly pointed behind Chu Qinghe and said, "That's the man."
Hearing this, Chu Qinghe also turned his head and looked in the direction Qu Feiyan pointed.
Afterwards, Chu Qinghe saw a man at the intersection.
The man looked ordinary, but because there was a dark brown birthmark on his left cheek, he looked even uglier.
And on his waist, there is a knife hanging.
Just as Qu Feiyan said, the man was actually carrying a gourd on his back.
However, when Chu Qinghe's eyes fell on this man, he frowned unconsciously.
It was also after Chu Qinghe turned his head that Qu Feiyan whispered, "Does it feel a bit strange?"
Listening to Qu Feiyan's words, Chu Qinghe said unhappily, "It's strange to carry a gourd when going out, but do you know that there are three kinds of people who you should stay away from when you see them?"
Qu Feiyan asked curiously: "Which three types of people?"
Chu Qinghe said calmly: "One is a woman, the second is a child, and the third is some people with strange behavior."
It goes without saying that women are vindictive and mean-spirited.
Martial artists who look like children often practice some evil skills which cause problems with their body, just like the Five Poison Boys of the Five Poison Sect.
It is said that he is in his forties, but looks like a seven or eight-year-old kid .
People who behave strangely are often moody and may have some psychological problems.
Experienced experts usually won't provoke these three types of people.
Listening to what Chu Qinghe said, Qu Feiyan curled her lips and said, "Young Master, you only know how to scare people all day long. There are not so many strange people in the world."
Seeing that Qu Feiyan didn't care at all, Chu Qinghe could only spread his hands and said, "You'll know when you meet her."
Almost as soon as Chu Qinghe finished speaking, a loud voice suddenly rang out from the side.
"Shopkeeper, bring a pot of tea."
Then, a figure appeared at the table where the two were sitting and sat down with a big horse and a golden knife.
Looking up, the person who came was the man who went out with a gourd on his back that Qu Feiyan mentioned.
When seeing the man, Qu Feiyan was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected such a coincidence.
Chu Qinghe, who was standing nearby, was the first to notice a slightly different smell.
Masculine smell, and some special medicinal smell.
The moment these medicinal smells entered his nose, Chu Qinghe's brain seemed to instinctively identify the medicinal materials corresponding to these smells.
In response, Chu Qinghe slowly put down the cup in his hand and lightly brushed his body, as if sweeping away the dust on his body.
As he moved, Chu Qinghe's long sleeves also waved gently.
Afterwards, Chu Qinghe picked up the cup again and began to drink slowly.
