Chapter 51 Who is the traitor?
"You hit the wall yourself, why do you say it's my fault...ah~ I'll take it, I'll take it..."
"I just wrote it like that to entertain the readers. How could I have known that a monk who was transcending tribulation would be so stupid as to run headfirst into something... Oh~ Not stupid, not stupid..."
"How do you want to die? Can you die happily... ah~"
"Later? You'll dare to do that later. Ah~"
"Bang!"
Chugotai stuck to the wall in a letter shape and slowly slid down.
Qiu Wuji clapped his hands as if there was dust on them, and said in a cold tone: "Oh, this Golden Bell Cover is well practiced, it doesn't hurt even if it hits the wall."
Chu Ge was also a little surprised. He didn't feel any pain when he hit the wall. How long has he practiced the Golden Bell Cover? It's so effective? Of course, in order to support her husband, she still insisted: "That's because my master taught me well. It's not as good as my master's style of hitting the stone door. He hit the wall so beautifully..."
Qiu Wuji gnashed his teeth: "Do you really think I don't dare to beat you hard?"
"Hiss~ Stop pinching me, if you keep pinching me, the Golden Bell Cover will be too big..."
"This is great. It will help you practice how to defend against being pinched with the Golden Bell Cover." Qiu Wuji sneered, "I have carefully read the Golden Bell Cover technique. It says that there are different training modes for defending against sharp needles or blunt blows. I have tailored a set of training methods for you. Get up!"
Chugo climbed up carefully: "What method?"
"ton"!
A durian hit Chugo on the head.
Chu Ge: “?”
Qiu Wuji crossed his arms and looked at it up and down, and said with satisfaction: "Look, isn't this training both for blunt force strikes and acupuncture protection?"
Chu Ge: “…”
The next moment, several durians came from the corner of the wall, one hit my stomach, another hit my back, and they rolled up and down.
"Puff!" Chu Ge's eyes bulged out: "This is murder..."
Before he could even utter the word "husband", two more durians hit his left and right shoulders with two "thump" sounds.
"Don't move." Qiu Wuji said with a smile: "If you twist and turn because of the durian, you will lose the meaning of exercise, so you must stand still and use your golden bell to stand firm. If any of the three durians on your head and shoulders rolls down, you will have to endure for another half an hour. If all three roll down, you will be stabbed all night tonight."
Chu Ge didn't feel any pain, but it felt like he was bitten by countless ants all over his body. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't bully me because I don't understand. Are you torturing me for personal gain?"
Qiu Wuji rolled his eyelids and looked at the ceiling: "I am the cultivator who has transcended the tribulation, and you are just a storyteller. Think carefully about who you should listen to when it comes to practicing."
Chu Ge: “…”
Qiu Wuji added: "Even if your belly doesn't roll like durian anymore, you still have to hold up the weight on your head and shoulders."
"Why is that?"
"Practice your balance and stability." Qiu Wuji pointed at the messy furnishings in the house and said, "I have been practicing my body movements these past two days. Do you feel that you become unstable if you speed up a little bit, and you are prone to twisting and falling?"
She moved the coffee table: "You knocked the coffee table over, don't you feel it?"
Chu Ge began to think it made sense, so he asked, "Do I have to do horse stance training as well?"
"That's the training method of mortal warriors. We don't need such a crude method."
"…What kind of foreign method is this to hold up the durian?"
"It's just to help you find a sense of balance. You are full of energy. Once you find this feeling, it will leave a mental imprint and help you self-regulate your body. I don't think it will take long. Others are looking for muscle memory, but you are looking for a mental imprint. As for muscle training itself, the Golden Bell Cover can provide it, so your running also makes sense."
Chu Ge felt more and more professional after listening to this. He looked at the durians on his left and right shoulders with a bitter face, then looked at the one that was still rolling on his belly. He kept his head stiff and said nothing.
You can't move your head, there is another one on your head.
Seeing him holding the durian obediently, Qiu Wuji turned his head and a smile quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
I lied to you.
Well, it’s not a complete scam, it does work, but you could have used other methods instead of doing this.
The reason why I use this method is because someone said kneeling on a durian is a good way to teach a man a lesson. Kneeling is fine, but holding a durian is no problem...
Qiu Wuji was in a good mood and tidied up the house: "You bumped it everywhere and it's so ugly. It's a pity that you can live here."
Chu Ge really didn't think that it was a big deal if the coffee table was a little tilted or the things on it were a little messy, but when he saw Qiu Wuji tidying up things, his heart still softened and he didn't want to talk. Even the durian on his head felt soft.
Of course, Qiu Wuji didn't do much manual cleaning, and most of the places were clean and tidy as soon as she swept them with her mind. Qiu Wuji was in a good mood and cleaned the curtains, windows, walls and ceilings that hadn't been washed for a long time. Even the light bulbs were shining, and the whole house was brand new and fragrant.
You wouldn’t know if you didn’t compare. Chu Ge originally thought that his house was quite tidy, but now he suddenly felt that the place he lived in before was almost like a doghouse.
Qiu Wuji stroked his chin and looked around for a while, then shook his head and said, "Too vulgar."
Chu Ge said helplessly: "I never wrote about how fairy-like your house is."
"It's because you didn't write that it's so magical. If you wrote it, there would be no hope."
Chu Ge: “…”
"I'm going to move two flowers back tomorrow. The jasmine downstairs is doing well, and the roses are also growing well..."
"No, that's public property, you can't take it back."
Qiu Wuji asked curiously: "Is this also considered public property?"
"Well, either go pick wild ones, or just buy potted ones. It's simple and clear."
Qiu Wuji knew that she had to buy potted plants, but she thought it was a waste. She thought about it and shook her head: "I'll go to the suburbs tomorrow. Also, buy some rice paper..."
“Why buy this?”
"Get some calligraphy and painting. I know it's probably going to be expensive. Can I just write it myself?"
Chu Ge burst into tears: "Even if you live ten thousand years..."
Qiu Wuji stared.
Chu Ge immediately changed his words: "Well, you are an omnipotent person. You can write and draw, but you still need to frame your works. This is just a rental house. You can just make do with it. Why bother..."
"Who wants to live with you?" Qiu Wuji said, "This is where I live. At least I should feel comfortable looking at it."
Chu Ge was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grinned: "You are right."
Qiu Wuji knew what he was thinking from the look on his face, and turned back to his room unhappily: "I'm going to play on the computer, you continue to hold on, you are practicing for yourself, don't be lazy."
“Okay, okay, I got it…” Chu Ge felt weird. Sometimes he felt like he had raised a daughter, and sometimes he felt like he had a mother.
To sum up, can we call her wife?
Well, I can’t say that. If I say it, I’ll be beaten to death.
Before Qiu Wuji reached his room, the doorbell rang.
She was stunned: "Did you order takeout? Or gas delivery?"
"It's only been a short time since we changed the liquefied gas..." Before Chu Ge finished his words, he heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door and the door was opened directly.
Chu Ge: “?”
Qiu Wuji: “?”
Zhang Qiren stepped inside: "I forgot I left my key behind, haha, Chu...eh?"
He subconsciously stepped back out of the door, looked up at the house number, then looked at the key in his hand, his eyes full of confusion.
I'm not in the wrong place! But why does this house look different? And it smells so good...
Then he saw a very beautiful woman staring at him with a bad look and murderous intent in her eyes.
This woman looks familiar too. She’s the “female fan” who appeared at the dinner just now.
Zhang Qiren's eyes flashed, and he saw Chu Ge standing there stupidly with a durian on his head.
The evidence of fucking fans is confirmed!
Zhang Qiren said sadly: "I thought I was the one who betrayed my class, but I didn't expect that it was you who betrayed the revolution!"
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