After wearing the book, I had sex with the passer-by brother

Regarding the question of why half of his hair is bald, Jinghe himself is also very speechless.

After accidentally burning his hair last night, Jing He reacted quickly and pressed the burning hair under his body, but the flame was extinguished.

But the stove seemed to be against him, bigger sparks splashed out, and even a small piece of charcoal landed on the quilt wrapped around him, and it was instantly ignited, and his hair was burned again. It burned.

If Su Yunqing hadn't quickly thrown Jing He out of the room and rolled in the snow for a few times, I'm afraid that all the hair on his body would have been burned completely, so that the whole house might be burned.

There was a lot of commotion at that time, but Zimu and Zihe were still sleeping in the dark, and Zihe's soul questioning at this moment was undoubtedly a stab in Jinghe's heart.

Jing He glanced at him with sideways eyes, "I like it, do you have any objections?"

"No... so your taste is so unique..." Zihe was dumbfounded, he really didn't expect anyone to like this hairstyle.

Jing He rolled his eyes and let out a "huh" and didn't bother to say anything more to him.

In fact, there are not many bald parts on the scene and on the right side of the head, but it is mainly the hair that is close to the ear temples until the earlobe is gone, which is very conspicuous.

Su Yunqing's slender fingers fluttered, and after helping Jing He tie his hair, he took out a forehead embroidered with dark golden plum patterns and tied it on Jing He's head.

The forehead is tied in a knot on the right side of his head, and the hanging headband can barely cover the small half of the bald skin. As long as you don't stare carefully, you won't find that there is a missing piece of hair.

"That's it, it's okay." Su Yunqing shook Jing He's head, looked around for a moment, and said with satisfaction.

Jing He raised his hand to touch the hairband on the right side of his head, and heaved a long and helpless sigh. For the time being, this is the only way to go. When he recovers from his injuries, he will be a handsome man who everyone loves again.

Su Yunqing, who didn't know the scene and was sad, packed up the hair combing utensils, and said to Zimu and Zimu who were standing stupidly: "You two, don't be busy cleaning the yard, go and eat the Chaoshi first, and the teacher will personally teach you how to practice. homework."

Master is going to teach them personally!

He couldn't remember the last time when Zimu gave instructions in person, his eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the words, and he responded with high spirits, "Okay!" Then he happily went to reheat the unfinished leftovers from last night, serving as a simple meal. North Korean food.

"You go to eat too. You will study your homework later. Being a teacher will be very strict." Su Yunqing turned to Jing He and instructed, the word "strict" made Jing He have to spend 12 energy to deal with it. The upcoming homework.

Puppetry, in the eyes of the world, is heresy, and only the mud that can't support the wall will learn the crooked way.

However, if this kind of trickery is practiced to the peak, it can be admired by others, but it is not likely that one will appear in thousands of years, so it will gradually decline.

However, the Dao returns to one, no matter what kind of Xuanmen spells, you must start from the basic skills.

"Stand still, don't shake!"

"Lift your waist up."

In the corner of the dilapidated small courtyard, there are more than a dozen plum blossom piles of the same height, which are not in the snow, and only a short section of the top is exposed.

Jing and the three of them were stepping on the plum blossom pile with one foot, their knees were bent forward, their backs were straight, their arms were raised forward, and their palms were facing down, and they took a solid horse stance.

It was clear that the weather was icy, but beads of sweat slid from their foreheads along the lines of their faces, and their bodies were steaming.

Su Yunqing was holding a soft whip, her eyes were as sharp as a wolf dog locking prey, and she walked around them, and whenever she saw anyone in the wrong position, she would whip down unceremoniously.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of the soft whip breaking through the air, and it landed firmly on Jing He's body. Although it didn't hurt, it made Jing He's face turn dark instantly, just because Su Yunqing hit his buttocks.

"Don't be so high, don't shake your calves." Su Yunqing said indifferently.

No matter who has been in the horse stance for half an hour, it will shake!Jing He secretly gritted his teeth and took a deep breath before trying to stabilize his shivering calf.

He didn't suspect at all that Su Yunqing was avenging his own personal revenge, otherwise, when he whipped the other two, why did he whip the calf and only him the tip of the buttocks? !

After another half a cup of tea, scattered snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, which turned into water droplets as soon as they fell on the three of them.

Looking up at the sky, Su Yunqing felt that the horse stance was almost done, so she said: "Okay, let's go here first for the horse stance, rest for a while, and let's continue with the next homework." The water has gone.

Hearing this, Zihe was the first one who didn't hold back and lay down on the back, pressing a big font on the snow.

"Ha... oh my god... so it turns out that cultivation is such a tiring thing..." Zihe panted heavily, his eyes closed, his chest heaved violently, even if his eyes were covered with sweat, he couldn't lift his eyes. Wipe it off with your hands.

Zimu, the only one among the three who had gotten used to the intensity of homework, wiped the sweat off his chin with his cuff and said, "It's nothing, it's just basic skills, not even an entry level."

"No, no way..." Zihe was speechless, stuttering in shock.

The basic skills are so tiring, how scary is the introductory homework?He twisted his neck with difficulty, and looked at Jing He who was sitting on the plum blossom pile, his arms resting on his knees, recovering his strength silently.

"Xiaohe, why don't you look tired at all?" Zihe enviously said, "That's amazing!"

In fact, it's just the blood brake demon Jun Jinghe who is too tired to speak but doesn't want to be too obvious:  …

The pride factor in his body was at work, of course Jing He couldn't tell the truth, but on the surface he said calmly: "It's nothing, even if I stick to it for half an hour, I can bear it, and you don't have to." Be discouraged, persevere, and you can reach my level in the future."

Su Yunqing, who came over with hot water in her hand, happened to hear his words, and the brow of her right eye was raised slightly, with an inexplicable expression on her face.

Mere horse steps...

Half an hour later, Su Yunqing led the three teenagers to the backyard, where firewood was piled up.

"Zamabu trains your leg strength and endurance. As for arm strength practice, the homework of the three of you today is to chop these three piles of firewood." Su Yunqing said.

A large pile of wood prepared before winter was divided into three piles by Su Yunqing, which was just enough for Jing and the three of them to split a part, and the pile of firewood, which was about half the height of a person, could be chopped in an hour or two with hard work.

Zihe and Zimu have the same amount of firewood, but Jinghe is treated differently.

"Why do I have so much more firewood than them?!" Jing He pointed at the pile of firewood that was almost as tall as him, and said angrily to Su Yunqing.

"Xiao He doesn't need to hide his clumsiness. As a teacher, I know that you haven't displayed your true strength." Su Yunqing's eyes were kind, as if he was a good teacher who considered his apprentice, "As a teacher, I know everything, and knowing that it's easy for you, I also know that no matter how much homework you arrange, you can complete it satisfactorily."

"So you don't have to hide it anymore. It's just twice as much firewood. I believe you can finish it first."

"That's not what I meant, I..." Jing He hurriedly explained, he was going to be exhausted if he didn't use his full strength, okay?

"Okay," Su Yunqing interrupted him, "Let's get started, it will be dark if we don't break the sky, hurry up."

After explaining, Su Yunqing left the backyard without looking back, leaving Jinghe alone with tears in his eyes, choking speechlessly.

The conversation between the two was also overheard by Zimu, and he said with a little sourness and jealousy: "Junior Brother Xiaohe, Master is doing this for your own good, so you should do it quickly." Why, they are both Master's apprentices, Why did Master place such high hopes on Jing He? He was the one who came first!

Zihe also patted Jinghe's shoulder with emotion, "Brother, I used to want to act as the elder brother to take care of you without knowing what to say, but now that I know everything, I will follow you from now on!"

Jing He Fu forehead: I feel so tired.

At the end of the day, Jing He felt like a dummy that failed to assemble, his legs were not legs, his hands were not hands, and there was no place that was not numb.

But he also received special care from Su Yunqing: when taking a bath, Su Yunqing rubbed his back and washed his hair.

When those slender fingers moved over his head, Jing He narrowed his eyes in comfort. Although he really wanted to invite Su Yunqing to take a bath, but after thinking of his limp limbs, he still chose to give up.

At a moment's notice, Zihe and Zimu's snoring sounded again and again in the wooden house.

It was rare for Jing He to lie on the bed and feel a little sleepy, but his uneasy heart made him force himself not to fall asleep, but moved towards Su Yunqing who was meditating without knowing what to do.

Without moving his body, he raised his head, and rested his head on Su Yunqing's lap with a stern expression.

"What? Are your hands cold again?" Su Yunqing remained motionless, as if nothing could stop him from meditating.

Jing He paused, thinking that there was still a piece of scalp on his head, and said with a smile: "It's not cold, it's not cold, I just can't sleep, and I want to talk to Master for a while."

"say what?"

"Hmm..." Jing He rolled his eyes, and asked Su Yunqing a question that he wanted to ask on the day they met: "Master, what do you want to do with a man named Jing He?"

Su Yunqing opened her closed eyes slightly, stared at him and said, "Want to know?"

Jing He nodded hurriedly, thinking about this question many times in his mind, and confirmed that he had never met Su Yunqing before, and had never hurt anyone with the surname Su.

The only big possibility is that Su Yunqing, like the monks in the Floating Cloud Immortal Pavilion, wants to kill him to prove the way.

But this was also the answer that Jing He didn't want to hear the most, so he subconsciously held his breath, grabbed the quilt with his fingers, and listened intently to Su Yunqing's answer.

"Heh... It's not impossible to tell you." Su Yunqing smiled lightly.

As soon as they heard something interesting, Jing He Zhi Leng listened carefully, but heard Su Yunqing say: "When you close your eyes and count to a hundred silently, I will tell you the reason."

Jing He was silent, he knew that Su Yunqing could not tell him so easily, so he closed his eyes obediently and began to count.

one two three four......

At first, Jing He could still keep awake and count, but gradually, as time passed, the drowsiness from just lying in bed hit again.

When the count reached 59, Jing He couldn't hold on any longer, tilted his head, and fell asleep completely.

The young man who was resting on his lap had a youthful face, a straight nose, and thin crimson lips. From his unopened face, it could be seen that he would definitely have an outstanding appearance in the future, just like the face of the Taoist sect master Feng Yueji.

Su Yunqing traced Jing He's profile inch by inch, over and over again.

"Um...no, don't come here..."

Less than a quarter of an hour after Jiang Jiang fell asleep, Jing He in his sleep began to talk in his sleep, his handsome brows were furrowed, and his expression was uneasy, as if he had been haunted by a nightmare.

"No, don't...don't!!" Jing He waved his hand violently, waving his fists indiscriminately as if he was trying to drive something away, without any rules, revealing a trace of panic.

Until Su Yunqing stretched out her left hand to hold his wrist, and her right hand gently stroked the top of his hair back and forth with a sense of comfort.

"Sleep, with me here, you will be fine." Su Yunqing said.

Jing He, who was caught in a nightmare, was still uneasy, so Su Yunqing kept repeating the previous words in his ear, with a gentle and gentle tone, and with a hint of strength, he just slammed into Jing He's mind, driving away the dream in all the darkness.

In the end, Jing He's frowning eyebrows slowly unfurled, and the corners of his mouth even curved upwards.

Nightmare turned into dream.

After comforting Jinghe, Su Yunqing continued to meditate, but the grip on Jinghe's wrist did not let go all night until dawn.

On the second day, Jing and Baba ran up to Su Yunqing and asked him, "Master, did you touch my hand last night?"

Su Yunqing categorically replied: "No."

Jing He still didn't give up, "But I clearly felt it last night. Someone held my hand and patted my head."

"It's very likely that your left hand touched your right hand, and then your own head." Su Yunqing said seriously.

I...touched it myself?Jing He was suspicious, "Yes, is that so?" Then this is too strange, does he still have this habit?

"Yeah." Su Yunqing responded, and changed the subject, "Have you finished picking water? If you don't finish picking, you won't have food tonight."

Jinghe: ...

Chopping firewood yesterday, carrying water today, and not giving food, the devil is really hard.

In the next half a month, Su Yunqing can always come up with some new tricks to train the three teenagers, either chopping firewood and carrying water, or sweeping snow and copying the puppet refinement notes, forcibly tossing the noble demon into a rough envoy kid.

The more exhausted the body is during the day, the more Jing He has no energy to toss about at night. Even the question that night was often ignored by Su Yunqing.

On this day, Su Yunqing ordered Zimu to take Jinghe and the two to try to refine some small puppet organs. Of course, Zimu personally taught and instructed, and he went down the mountain to purchase supplies.

After returning to the mountain, Zimu told Su Yunqing a little shyly: "Master, I have used up all the materials you put in my place to make puppets. I don't know, Master, do you have any extra for disciples? "

Hmm... He just sold a batch of puppet materials to subsidize his family at the foot of the mountain, and it seems that there are not many left.Su Yunqing felt that it was a bit difficult, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind. She suddenly thought that there were many abandoned humanoid puppets in the cave when she woke up.

Isn't removing those puppets the raw material?

Su Yunqing secretly praised herself and greeted Shangjinghe.

"Xiaohe, let's go to the cave to move some things with the teacher."