Su Rui got up extremely early today.

He didn't have the habit of staying in bed before, but yesterday Qianming shamelessly insisted on sleeping in the same bed with him. He was not honest in his sleep. He talked in his sleep, grinded his teeth, kicked the quilt, and made gestures. He woke up all night because of Su Rui's torment.

several times.

Su Rui wanted to kick him awake several times and let him roll on the floor to sleep, but in the end he resisted. Since he couldn't sleep, he simply stopped sleeping and got up to do morning exercises.

It was only early in the morning and the roosters had just begun to crow.

After Su Rui practiced sword practice for a while, Luo Junheng came over.

He stopped and looked at him in surprise, "Get up so early?"

Luo Junheng said: "I didn't sleep."

"Didn't sleep?"

As soon as Su Rui asked the question, he understood what was going on.

He held his breath and uttered three words, "Old! Whore! Stick!"

Luo Junheng thought to himself: Who asked you to get such clothes for my Xixi?

He broke off a branch from the side, pinched off the leaves and branches, and said to Su Rui: "Come on, let's practice with you."

Su Rui knew that he had been holding back a fight with him for a long time, just practice and practice.

The sword in his hand was a real sword, and it was naturally no match for the branch in Luo Junheng's hand, so he put the sword away and put it aside, and went over to break a branch.

In this way, the competition between Western swordsmanship and Chinese swordsmanship began.

...

I don’t know how long the two of them fought.

Until dawn, the disciples on duty came to the yard carrying brooms and yawning. They were shocked when they saw the broken branches falling all over the yard, "There was a typhoon last night?"

"Even if there is a typhoon, it won't blow the branches like this, right?"

"Is that haunted?"

The ghost story that Senior Brother Yuntian told them last night still lingered in everyone's mind for a long time. Everyone subconsciously felt that a ghost was coming, and they heard a low voice coming from the pavilion next to them, "What the hell is going on?"

The disciples were startled and stepped back one after another. The master was more terrifying than a ghost.

Seeing Su Rui, the disciples bowed and saluted, "Good morning, Master."

Su Rui said with a straight face: "It's not windy, and it's not haunted. Your uncle and I practiced for a while in the morning. You gather these branches and bundle them for firewood."

"yes."

It turned out that the uncle and master had broken the branches, and they felt relieved.

A disciple asked curiously, "Master, did you and your uncle fight? Who won?"

There are these unlucky kids asking questions that shouldn't be asked.

"What does fighting mean? We are just competing."

Su Rui corrected his apprentice's wording seriously, "What's the outcome? Even if your uncle loses, you can't laugh at him."

"Uncle lost?"

The disciples' eyes lit up one after another, "Master, did you beat uncle?"

Su Rui coughed lightly, "What I'm saying is that even if it's just a hypothesis, do you understand? How do you learn from books? Besides, is winning or losing so important..."

But the disciples cheered and ran around telling each other: "Elder brother, the master's swordsmanship beat the uncle! The uncle competed with the master in swordsmanship, and the master won!"

"..."

Su Rui looked at the few disciples who were like wild horses and couldn't hold them back. He sighed: He didn't let these unlucky kids go out to brag.

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked leisurely in the pavilion.

Well, the weather is really nice today.

*

When Luo Junheng returned to the room, Yan Xi was still awake.

When he went over and kissed someone, they woke up.
Chapter completed!