dognovel Chapter 166 Don’t Practice Again
Chapter 166 Don’t Practice Again
The next morning, Ranmo and Qingsheng went to Azan's house to see how he was doing. When they arrived, they found the gate locked. The previous method of poking it with a stick didn't work. They had no choice but to shout the two men's names at the top of their lungs.
After a while, they heard a clanging noise from inside the house, and Bingo responded, "Come, come," opening the gate. He was disheveled and unwashed. The two men dismissed him as simply tired and sleepy, and said nothing more. After greeting him, they went inside to see Azan.
Azan was still lying on the couch. Seeing them come in, he turned around and smiled at them. He looked very clear-headed, even a little cheerful.
The two of them calmed down and walked to the bed to greet Azan. Azan wanted to get up, so they told him to lie down for a while and put a pillow to prop him up.
Ran Mo helped him tidy up the messy bed. He saw a bright yellow piece of clothing stuffed under the quilt. It looked familiar. Thinking about it again, it seemed to be the clothes Bingo wore that day.
Ran Mo didn't take it seriously, perhaps because they had slept on the same bed last night. He casually covered the clothes with the corner of the quilt.
Bingo opened the window for ventilation, looked back at them, and said that Azan recovered quickly. He said that he should make some hot soup to nourish his stomach and relieve gas, and he would recover soon.
The two of them thanked Bingo. Bingo smiled but said nothing. Ranmo said she would stay to help with the lunch. Bingo said, "No need. Have you forgotten that I'm a chef too?"
Ranmo thought of his craftsmanship and praised him. Seeing that Azan was resting with his eyes closed, he called the two men to the outer room to talk.
After they sat down, Ranmo asked about Bingo's physical condition again, then looked at Qingsheng, who then asked a question they had discussed on the road.
"Azan's physical abnormalities this time, is it because he went astray in his practice? Why is this happening?"
Bingo looked at the two of them, sighed with a hint of maturity, and said, "This is all due to a strange combination of circumstances. Originally, if Azan practiced step by step, even if he couldn't grasp the key points, he would slowly improve. Including the key to the Ren and Du meridians, which would naturally open up in time."
Unfortunately, he encountered an unusual incident here, perhaps a stroke of bad luck, which inadvertently caused the Ren and Du meridians to open prematurely. However, this abnormal and forced opening method, even if it showed some short-term effects, was merely an illusion and carried numerous hidden risks. Furthermore, his later practice was not done properly, which backfired, disrupting his meridians and leading to a state of madness. What a pity!
The two looked at each other in silence. After a moment, Qing Sheng asked, "Do you know what happened to him that led to this situation?"
Bingo looked at him, shook his head and said, "Donor, oh no, big brother, some things are better kept secret for the parties involved." After that, he said no more.
Although Ran Mo also wanted to know, as a lawyer, she naturally understood the principle that some things must be kept confidential for the parties involved, so she signaled Qingsheng with her eyes that he didn't need to ask any more questions.
Qingsheng nodded slightly. Suddenly, a curious look appeared on his face, as if he was quite interested in what Bingo had just said about the benefactor. Bingo saw what he was thinking and said openly:
"To be honest, I spent some time in a temple when I was a kid, which is why I made that slip of the tongue. It was also back then that I trained with my fellow monks to stay fit, and I also learned some medical secrets from my master. Sorry to have made you laugh."
Upon hearing this, Qingsheng hurriedly bowed and said, "Excuse me! If you have time in the future, you can practice martial arts with us."
Bingo said modestly: "I am not good at martial arts. I have forgotten all the moves that my senior brother taught me. Now I like poetry and literature, and I hope Ranmo can help me more in the future." After saying that, he glanced at Ranmo.
Qingsheng looked a little embarrassed, but Ranmo said confidently, "Great! Not only can you learn from me, but you can also join a poetry club with many friends. Even Qingsheng can write poetry now, so you two can always exchange ideas when you have time."
Bingo said embarrassedly, "I really didn't realize that. In the future, we can often communicate and play together, which is a pleasure in life." He seemed mature when he said the word "life" at such a young age.
They both nodded. Then they heard Azan say from inside the room, "I want some water." Just as Ranmo was about to pour some water, Bingguo had already stood up, gone over to pour a glass of water, and brought it inside. He walked over to Azan's bed, helped him sit up and lean against him, then held the cup and fed him water. Azan also looked very obedient.
Ranmo and Qingsheng silently watched Bingo care for Azan from the outer room. They felt a strange feeling within them. They were relieved that Azan was receiving such good care, yet they also felt a sense of loss that someone else had "stolen" the responsibility that was originally theirs.
After Bingo fed Azan some water, he helped him lie down, touched his forehead, then quietly walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
The two men watched him quietly. Someone uninformed might have mistaken Bingo for Azan's older brother. But Azan remained calm; as long as Bingo was happy, that was all that mattered.
Bingo didn't sit down, but paced around the room. After a while, he said to the two of them, "There's one more thing you need to pay attention to."
The two looked up at him. "I'm afraid Azan can't practice that martial art anymore." Huh? They were surprised. Although this thought had crossed their minds before, Bingo could say it so confidently. I wonder what basis he had for it.
Bingo saw their confusion and said, "Azan mentioned his book to me, and I've heard a little about it. The martial arts described in the book have some special requirements for practitioners. Those who have broken certain precepts cannot practice, and those who encounter problems in the middle of the practice cannot continue. Otherwise, the more you practice, the more useless it will become."
The two listened to his explanation. Even a martial artist like Qingsheng couldn't tell if what he said was true. But for safety reasons, it was best for Azan to pause his training. They would wait until their master returned one day and see if there was any chance of recovery.
Qingsheng asked, "Have you explained this to Azan?" Bingo nodded. "Azan agreed. He originally practiced martial arts only for self-defense and had no particular interest in learning any magical skills." He glanced at Qingsheng and said, "Azan also said that if you are willing to learn the magical skills, he will give you the book."
Qingsheng exclaimed, "I don't want it. The martial arts I've learned now are enough for me to practice, so I won't be greedy for more." Then he glanced at Ranmo.
Ran Mo was still curious. Aren't martial artists like him the ones most interested in this kind of martial arts secrets? He wanted to snatch it from Azan earlier, so why did he change his attitude now?
Suddenly, I remembered what Bingo had said about the special conditions required to practice this martial art. Could it be that? My face suddenly felt hot, and I quickly stopped thinking about it.
The three chatted about other things. Bingo had completely taken on the air of being the master of the house, and as time went on, he seemed to be reluctant to let the two of them stay.
The two decided it was boring to stay any longer, so they stood up and said goodbye. They went to the door to check on Azan, who was still sleeping soundly on his side with his face facing inward. They didn't want to disturb him anymore and said goodbye to Bingo. Bingo didn't try to keep them, so they left.
On the way, Qingsheng asked Ranmo if he felt Bingo was a little strange, and even his relationship with Azan was a little strange.
Ran Mo told him not to think too much, what could possibly be wrong with two of his classmates and friends? She blushed a little after saying this word, classmates were true, but how could she so easily judge whether they were friends?
Fortunately, Qingsheng didn't notice. He only said that Azan seemed normal at the moment and had accepted Bingo into his home to take care of him. The two of them were getting familiar with each other quickly. He even nodded and blinked as he spoke, as if he was analyzing a case.
Ran Mo suddenly became suspicious. Was it because Qing Sheng had discovered something that concerned him so much about their relationship, or was it because he was so caring and protective of Azan that he couldn't stand others being too nice to him?
She suddenly blushed at herself for having such a petty thought. Azan was also her good friend, even older than Qingsheng. Even if Qingsheng was very good to her, so what? How could she be so petty?
Of course, if I were to defend myself, it was because her feelings for Qingsheng were too deep. She couldn't bear to see him feel even slightly more deeply for anyone else than for her. Ugh, this annoying love. This troublesome little nemesis.
She was lost in thought and didn't notice that Qingsheng had already put his handsome face in front of her, shaking his head left and right to look at her curiously, as if trying to see what she was thinking from her little head.
Ranmo tensed, suddenly baring her teeth like a tigress. Qingsheng was slightly startled, but then flashed a brilliant white smile and pulled her into a hug. They snuggled together and strolled forward.