dognovel Chapter 163: Training Goes Wrong
Chapter 163: Training Goes Wrong
Ran Mo stood still on the path, thinking back to the awkward yet wildly sweet request Sun A Meng had just made to her. It was a request she couldn't fulfill on her own; she needed someone's cooperation. That person would surely be eager, but she wasn't ready. It was truly a difficult situation. Fortunately, she still had six months to think things over, so she could carefully plan and plan, making sure this momentous occasion in her life was a success.
When Ran Mo saw Qing Sheng again, she remembered the conversation with Sun A Meng in her dream, and she couldn't help but look at Qing Sheng with affection, as if she wanted to get something from him.
Qingsheng was slightly startled. It wasn't like he'd never seen Ranmo like this before; she'd seen everything. It was just that she'd proactively flashed this spring-herald-like expression the moment they met. For a moment, he'd thought she was possessed. Although he felt delighted, he wished she'd go even further.
Ran Mo also realized that he had lost his composure and quickly calmed down. He only asked him if he had gone to see Azan and how his training was going.
Qingsheng suddenly felt a little uneasy. He tried to change the subject by laughing. Ranmo, incredibly astute, sensed something was amiss and demanded an honest explanation. What had happened to Azan? Had he gone too far in his training?
Qingsheng scratched his head and said, "A little bit. I feel like he's become unusually weak at one moment and incredibly strong the next for some reason. However, he said he seems to have recently found the feeling of opening up his Ren and Du meridians. I understand that, opening up the Ren and Du meridians usually requires coincidence. I just don't know what he went through to have this good fortune."
Ran Mo was also puzzled. Qing Sheng continued, "I calculated everything he's experienced since returning from the villa. Apart from that last fight, nothing special has happened. Could it be that just because of that fight, he opened up his Ren and Du meridians? That would be really strange. Hahaha."
Ran Mo was also amused. Suddenly, they both stopped and looked at each other suspiciously. Could this really be the case? Azan had mentioned a private injury. Could this be related?
Ranmo didn't understand martial arts, and didn't want to waste her energy on this issue. She remembered what Qingsheng had just said, and asked, "Why do you say he suddenly became weak?"
Qingsheng blushed inexplicably and said casually, "Not really. I just act a bit like a little girl sometimes."
Huh? Ran Mo's heart trembled. He looked directly at Qing Sheng and said, "Like a little girl, then has he been pestering you?"
"Don't overthink it. What could possibly happen to two grown men like us? I just helped him loosen up his muscles and gave him a back massage. According to the book, he's in the early stages of his training and needs someone to help him inject some energy."
As Ran Mo listened to his explanation of martial arts, she couldn't help but recall the scenes she had seen of martial artists practicing in the mountains. She couldn't figure out the difference between true and false. She wanted to stop there, but couldn't help but ask, "Are you dressed?"
"You can't wear clothes when practicing this, otherwise it will affect the transmission of your skills. But you can only be shirtless." Qingsheng answered frankly and added an emphasis.
Ran Mo thought, "I don't care if you're dressed or naked." But even if she didn't know martial arts, she couldn't bear to see Azan go astray and become strange. A book given by Black Jade Villa and approved by the instructor shouldn't have such strange behavior. So what went wrong? She'd have to wait for the instructor's return before making any plans.
Thinking of this, she said to Qingsheng in a slightly blaming tone, "You are a martial artist, so you naturally understand the key points. Azan is also your junior apprentice. In this unusual situation, how could you not quickly stop him from practicing, but instead watch him slide into danger?"
Qingsheng blushed at her words. How could he not understand this? But he seemed to be a little bewitched, and seeing Azan's tender affection for him, he couldn't control himself for a moment and let him lead him along.
He blamed himself for this. He and Azan were both teachers and friends. As Ranmo said, how could he watch Azan fall into trouble without lending a hand? This would be unfair to both Azan and Ranmo.
He stood in front of Ranmo, head bowed, like a primary school student who had made a mistake. Ranmo saw him like this and couldn't bear to say anything more. As long as Qingsheng agreed to go with her to stop Azan from practicing, it would be fine.
Qingsheng quickly nodded in agreement, suggesting they go together now. Ranmo pondered for a moment, deciding it was best to do it sooner rather than later. The two of them headed towards Azan's house.
Arriving at his door, they found it tightly shut, locked from the inside. Ranmo was about to shout, but Qingsheng said, "That's all right." He reached under the door lintel, pulled out a wooden stick from a hidden recess, and poked it into a hole where the bolt should have been. With a tug, the bolt popped open.
Ranmo took a deep breath and asked Qingsheng where he learned this. Qingsheng said where else could he have learned it? Azan must have told him. Sometimes when he came home, he didn't want to wake his mother, so he would use this method to open the door himself.
Ranmo understood this; she'd done the same thing as a child. When her family lived in a compound, she'd come home late and her mother would be asleep. She'd reach into a hidden hole in the small window above the door and unlock it herself. But this method was still too unsafe.
Qingsheng saw her worry and said that there was a small buckle on the door bolt. When sleeping at night, just close the small buckle and the door cannot be opened even with a wooden stick from the outside.
Ran Mo heaved a sigh of relief, not having time to care about this anymore, so she and Qing Sheng walked towards the house. She was about to call out "Azan", but Qing Sheng shushed her, signaling her to be quiet, wanting to secretly take a look at what Azan was doing.
Although Ranmo felt that this was not a good thing to do, he did not say much. The two of them arrived at the main hall door, but did not see anyone there. They tiptoed to the door of Azan's bedroom and looked inside through the gap in the door curtain.
This sight, though not without its consequences, made Ran Mo blush. He saw Azan sprawled on a recliner, her body draped in nothing but loose panties. One leg dangled over the armrest, the other propped up on the ground, her arms stretched out on the backrest. If it were a woman, she'd look like a beauty emerging from the bath.
He had his eyes closed, and it was impossible to tell whether he was resting or practicing. If he was practicing, the scene was indeed a bit strange.
Ranmo tried to wake him again, but Qingsheng waved at her again. Perhaps wanting to play a trick on Azan, he spotted a goose feather on the table next to him and gently picked it up. Then, tiptoeing over to Azan, he squatted down and gently swiped the feather across his ribs twice.
Azan felt an itch on his body and was immediately awakened. He opened his eyes and saw a handsome face, so he smiled wickedly and said, "Brother Qing, come quickly!" Then he raised his body and reached out to hold Qingsheng's waist.
Qingsheng's figure just blocked his view, so he didn't see Ranmo. Qingsheng wanted to slap himself on the head for trying to play a trick on him. He didn't know what Ranmo would think of Azan's attitude and words.
Ranmo didn't have time to think about it, and just coughed loudly. Qingsheng turned around, and Azan saw Ranmo standing by the door. He didn't seem nervous at all, and just waved Ranmo to come and sit.
Ranmo didn't move, simply telling Azan, "Azan, you can't practice anymore. It will ruin you." Azan's expression had clearly explained the situation. The most urgent task now was to stop him from practicing until the instructor returned to make a decision. In his case, even a doctor wouldn't be able to help.
Qingsheng also chimed in. Azan glanced at him softly, then gestured towards the back of the chair. Qingsheng understood what he was about to do, but didn't dare to move. He just turned around and looked at Ranmo.
Ranmo nodded, signaling Qingsheng to follow Azan's instructions. She also wanted to see how far this once innocent elementary school classmate would go.
Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief and sat down against the back of the chair. Azan leaned against his chest, looked up at him, and then looked at Ranmo.
Ran Mo remained calm. Azan had not yet answered the question she had just asked.
At this time, Azan spoke to her in a gentle voice, "Ranmo, you should go back first. My brother Qing and I still have to practice martial arts. It's not convenient for others to be around."
"Well, I've become someone else," Ranmo said inwardly. Qingsheng patted his face and head, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Ranmo didn't say anything. He searched inside and outside the house for a while, found a bundle of hemp rope in a basket, and picked it up. Then he walked back into the house, handed the hemp rope to Qingsheng, and nodded at Azan.
Qingsheng understood what she meant and took the rope. Without waiting for Azan's reaction, he tied his hands and feet in no time. Azan was not annoyed, but just grinned foolishly. While tying the rope, he kept rubbing his head against Qingsheng's body.