Legend of Sword King

A cultivator's body was extremely tough, not something that ordinary people could compare with. In some areas of the battlefield, their performance was exceptionally outstanding.    

    

When the war was about to start, Yang Ruoxi panicked and struggled for a while. But at this time, Cheng Qing obviously wouldn't let her go. Even if she made a move and beat Cheng Qing black and blue, ultimately couldn't escape from his demonic claws.    

    

After a night of torture, when the sunlight slightly woke up, Yang Ruoxi's face reddened, and she fell into a deep sleep in Cheng Qing's arms.    

    

Chen Qing, who was drenched in sweat, leaned against the pillow. He gently smoothed out the hair on Yang Ruoxi's face, then pulled up the blanket a little to cover her slender shoulders and her white neck that was like a swan.    

    

At this point in the battle, even if Cheng Qing's cultivation wasn't bad and his body was extraordinary, he still felt weak and didn't want to move an inch while lying down, but he still held onto Yang Ruoxi tightly.    

    

Yang Ruoxi pouted slightly when she slept, looking as calm and peaceful as a baby. He must have had some good dream, and he even whined from time to time. It was completely different from the usual strong and heroic women, making Cheng Qing feel a great amount of love and pity for him.    

    

Actually, Yang Ruoxi had a very pleasant appearance, and her curves were even more flawless. Moreover, because of her natural beauty, even without makeup, her looks still couldn't be compared to ordinary beauties.    

    

It was just that in normal times, Cheng Qing would often neglect this point because of her personality. Upon closer inspection, it was as if the scenery was like a painting, beautiful beyond compare.    

    

The two slept until the afternoon when they woke up. Due to Chen Qing leaning on the pillow, the moment Yang Ruoxi opened her eyes, she saw his firm chest. This made her cry out in surprise, and she shyly buried her head in the blanket.    

    

Cheng Qing was woken up by her actions. Seeing that the other person was hiding in the blanket, not showing his head no matter what he said, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.    

    

He got up and washed himself, then asked the small pavilion to prepare lunch. Even after the food and wine were served, Yang Ruoxi still didn't listen to their greetings. She hid in the blanket and whimpered, but still didn't want to get up.    

    

Although the women were usually very unrestrained and carefree, as if they had experienced all sorts of things, most of their lives were actually very simple. Compared to those women who looked clean and refined, who acted like they were more clean than a lotus flower but had in fact seduced countless men, he was a lot more conservative.    

    

If they were really shy, it would be fatal.    

    

Cheng Qing was helpless and could only threaten, "If you still don't come out, I'll get the blanket and come in."    

    

"Don't come in!" Yang Ruoxi immediately shouted.    

    

These words were indeed useful. Not long later, a rustling sound came from inside. Cheng Qing didn't wait long before Yang Ruoxi appeared neatly. However, the way he walked in was rather awkward.    

    

But this didn't prevent it, at this moment, Yang Ruoxi had recovered her usual expression of 'I don't care about anything, I've never done anything'. With a very confident and confident demeanor, I sat down at the dining table and began to eat.    

    

She looked straight ahead, but in reality, she didn't even have the courage to look Cheng Qing in the eye.    

    

Of course, Cheng Qing wouldn't tease her at this time and would eat a proper meal. He took the initiative to discuss some matters regarding the Hundred Miles Battlefield and Zhen Yuan City, diverting her attention to resolve her awkwardness.    

    

After a meal, Yang Ruoxi finally returned to normal and was able to chat with Cheng Qing as usual.    

    

In the afternoon, Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi practiced martial arts in the yard, tempering each other's combat skills. Of course, Yang Ruoxi's training was more important.    

    

As the sword shadows moved about unhindered and the axe shadows moved about chaotically, the two people's expressions were focused as they sweated like rain under the sunlight. The slight awkwardness between them slowly disappeared without a trace.    

    

On the contrary, there were a few female cultivators sneaking around the Moon's Gate and outside the walls. They peeked their heads in with curiosity, and from time to time, low sounds of discussion and laughter could be heard, indicating that some things were different.