Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

Lou Xiao ignored Li Huaiqing's words, but if he didn't leave, she really couldn't get rid of him.

Besides, she really had to follow the rule of not losing control. Instead of waiting in prison day after day, it was better to take the initiative. It seemed that what he said made some sense.

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What happened with Xiao Zhengdu was an accident. She didn't regret it but she wasn't prepared for another accident to happen.

Li Huaiqing and Xiao Zhengdu are different.

Because of what happened between Mo Jingchun and Xiao Zhengze, she now feels a little shy about the word love.

She didn't want a third man to die because of her, let alone a man like Li Huaiqing. If something happened to him, it would be a huge disturbance.

Lou Xiao thought a lot at once, but dragging it out was not a solution. Being in the dark prison for a long time would always make one passive.

What if her condition didn't improve? Would she have to stay in the dark prison forever?

Lou Xiao opened her eyes from meditation and looked in the direction of Li Huaiqing. He was very patient. He wrote and drew on paper with his back to her. Now there was a large plate of waste manuscripts on the table.

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too intense, Li Huaiqing put down his pen and turned around. He saw her expression and knew that she was fine now. He also kindly invited her to paint with him.

Lou Xiao snorted and refused, "Don't even think about getting me to write."

No matter how free she is, she will never write.

"In fact, reading and writing are the best ways to calm your mind, and are much more useful than sitting all the time. Haven't you tried it before, Xiaoxiao?"

Lou Xiao propped up his head and said slowly, "I'm different from you. I get more and more upset when I read and write. Only absolute silence can calm my mind."

Just like she had once been on the misty mountain, facing the flowers, plants and trees alone, with only the occasional chirping of birds and insects.

"Xiaoxiao doesn't like reading, but she is not completely ignorant of it. She must have studied hard."

And I am learning with purpose under everyone's guidance.

Otherwise she would be just like other uncultured and meaningless people.

Lou Xiao got a headache whenever she thought about the time when she was studying. Ever since her senior sister came to Yunwu Mountain, she had to urge her to finish reading the books she left behind.

There will be another random check next time. If she fails, the senior sister won’t beat her. She will just confiscate the snacks she brought for her, forcing Lou Xiao to give it her all.

When she was young, she drooled over the strange and delicious food brought by her senior sister, and not being allowed to eat was simply the greatest torture in her life.

"Alas... If I don't study, I won't have anything to eat, but those things are really hard to memorize!"

She actually knew that reading and writing were necessary for survival, but her senior sister's teaching method was really simple and crude, and she would not stay in Yunwu Mountain for a long time.

So Lou Xiao still had to study on her own most of the time, and for her at that time, the word "self-study" was really too difficult.

When practicing martial arts, you have a master to supervise you. If you make a mistake, you will be hit with a stick.

The master obviously knew how to read and write, but he refused to teach her, as if he thought she would understand it immediately.

It’s really difficult.

"At that time, whenever I saw a book, I felt sleepy. Every day when I saw a book open, I felt that it would be better to go out and fight with others."

As Lou Xiao spoke, he recalled the battles he had with some seniors, as well as the sparring between him and his master when his master was still alive. His blood began to boil, and bloodshot began to appear in his eyes.

Li Huaiqing saw all this, stood up and slowly leaned against the prison door.

But his expression remained unchanged, as he listened attentively to her story of how a girl with poor self-control had painfully insisted on studying.

He could imagine her scratching her head.