Chapter 9 Husband, it’s late at night
In the depths of Lu Chengfeng’s consciousness sea, a pale golden halo spread from the center of his eyebrows to every corner of his body, making his whole body feel like he was falling into a hot spring.
Zhao Changzhen’s decades of hard training in swordsmanship and internal strength were all poured into his body at this moment. It was not just experience and memory, but it was as if he had gone through decades of hard work and hard training.
Lu Chengfeng's heart and sword are in harmony, and the sword and body are in harmony. When the Han Cicada Sword dances, there is an extremely fierce sword energy. One foot from the sword's edge, it makes the bamboo leaves fly all over the sky, revealing a fierce murderous intent. .
After practicing swordsmanship to the tenth level, there will be a qualitative change. The most intuitive manifestation is the practice of sword energy. The sword energy is extremely sharp and possesses extremely terrifying lethality.
Once you have perfected your sword energy, you will be qualified to establish yourself in the world, and you can travel around the world.
With less than ten levels of martial arts skills, he can only be regarded as a minion in the world. He can't make a name for himself at all. The slightest carelessness will lead to death.
If Lu Chengfeng had not practiced the Bixiao Sword Manual to the tenth level and developed a foot of sword energy, he would not have been able to break through the defense of the black-haired iron-armed ape.
At this time, he was feeling depressed, and the murderous intent in the sword light was even stronger, and he was invisibly digesting the gift a little faster.
About an hour later, the thirty-third sword move was naturally completed, making the sword energy even colder and sharper.
"When you practice swordsmanship to the 18th level, you can develop three-foot sword energy. Every time the sword energy grows by one foot, there will be a qualitative transformation, the edge will be sharper, and the lethality will be more terrifying."
"Sword energy. The length of the sword is just the most intuitive external manifestation. The most fundamental thing is that the swordsmanship skills mobilize one's own energy and spirit, thereby bursting out power beyond the limits of the physical body. Strength."
"Every time you increase one foot, your strength will undergo a huge transformation."
"Continue!"
Compared with the previous practice, at this time. Thanks to the gift, his swordsmanship progressed at a terrifyingly fast rate. He gained endless insights every moment, and each move was honed thousands of times.
Under this situation, Lu Chengfeng could hardly afford to relax for a moment. He was completely immersed in the practice of swordsmanship and comprehended the mystery of Bixiao Sword Manual.
Unknowingly, the sky had turned dark. Lu Chengfeng returned the sword to its sheath with a clang, feeling that his arms were weak and he could hardly exert his energy.
He practiced swordplay all night yesterday, and today he practiced like crazy. Bihaiqingtian's inner strength and mental skills are only at the seventh level, and he can't sustain such high-intensity training. At this time Already feeling pain in the muscles and bones of both arms.
“We can’t continue!”
Lu Chengfeng knew that if he continued to practice sword practice forcefully, it would only cause hidden injuries to his body that would be extremely difficult to repair, so he simply stopped.
He glanced at the small bamboo house in the dim night, sighed slightly, turned and left.
“You can’t keep yesterday’s day, go and rest, go and rest!”
When he returned to his small yard, Lu Chengfeng saw the dim light shining in the bedroom, and he could vaguely see through it. Through the gauze window, I saw the shadow of a woman sitting in front of the case, holding her chin with her right hand.
Lu Chengfeng stood outside the door for a moment, but after calming down his somewhat confused mood, he pushed the door open and entered.
With a creak, the door opened, and Lu Chengfeng saw Russell's clothes in front of the dressing table at a glance.
She changed into a goose-yellow dress today, which was more elegant and intellectual than the bright red wedding robe.
But that curvy figure and beautiful face cannot be concealed even by such dignified and elegant clothes, but instead add a different kind of temptation.
"You, you are back?" Russell Yi heard the sound of opening the door and quickly stood up from his chair, saying with some surprise.
"Well, I'm back. How are you today? Have you eaten? The food cooked by that woman is quite delicious." Lu Chengfeng asked while closing the door. . Russell Yi walked forward quickly, took the sword from his hand without any instructions, and hung it on the wall. Then he walked up to Lu Chengfeng and took off his robe for him.
"Everything is fine with me. Don't worry. The two mothers-in-law are amiable and the food they cook is considerate. I listened to what they said during the day and I didn't feel bored."
"It's just that you didn't come back all day. , I heard that Xue Dulong came to the mountain in the morning, didn’t you? Are you okay? Are you injured?"
Russell said as she pulled Lu Chengfeng to the washstand. Water for hand washing was already prepared here. She rolled up her sleeves for Lu Chengfeng. , after Lu Chengfeng washed his hands, he wiped them clean with a handkerchief.
All this was done naturally, without any embarrassment or incongruity, as if the two had been married for many years and had an indescribable tacit understanding.
With her serving him like this, Lu Chengfeng felt that the boredom and fatigue accumulated in his heart were completely dissipated silently. A warm current surged in his chest, and his eyes towards Russell Yi became gentler.
"Don't worry, I'm not injured. This is Bixiao Peak after all, and Xue Dulong didn't dare to mess around. Moreover, there were people from the Law Enforcement Hall present at the time. He suffered a secret loss and left in despair."
Russell Yi couldn't help but patted his chest, making waves, with a bright smile on his face: "That's good, that's good, you didn't That’s fine.”
“You’ve been busy for a day, are you tired? I asked my mother-in-law to warm up some food for you now.”
Lu Chengfeng looked at her cute and charming little appearance, just like a little wife who loved her husband. His chest felt hot, and he felt that everything was worth it.
“Okay, you will also eat something with me.”
Upon hearing this, Russell Yi walked aside and rang the bell with a rope. The woman who heard the sound of the bell quickly rushed over and asked outside the door: "Master, Madam, what are your orders?"
"Grandma Wang, go and bring the warm meals for me." Russell Yi ordered.
“Hey!” The old woman agreed and turned around.
Not long after, the two women brought the food into the house.
Although it was dinner, everything was well prepared, including a pot of golden millet porridge, a plate of beef, meatloaf that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and three plates of cold dishes.
Lu Chengfeng was really hungry. Martial arts practitioners were already very exhausted, and he practiced swordplay day and night. At this time, he didn't care about being polite, so he feasted immediately.
Russell Yi didn't have dinner originally, thinking of waiting for him to come back to eat together. At this time, seeing that his man was eating well, he even ate more.
Unconsciously, the dinner on the table was gone.
"Do you still want Mrs. Wang to prepare some more?" Russell Yi patted his belly with some embarrassment, wondering if he had eaten too much, which made his husband a little short.
Seeing her little appearance, Lu Chengfeng couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm not a big fan. How can I eat so much? Let me take away the bowls and chopsticks."
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Russell Yi then ordered his mother-in-law to put everything in order.
When the mother-in-law closed the door, the room suddenly became quiet. Under the dim light, Russell Yi suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and he couldn't help but breathe a little faster. There was a blush on her pretty face.
"Husband, it's late at night, let me wash your feet!"
(End of this chapter)