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In order to take care of Bingxu and heal his injuries as soon as possible, he never treated him harshly when he ate charcoal.Bingxu tirelessly pushed the meat dishes in front of Guimao, but he refused twice and was defeated, and turned to feasting unceremoniously.

Full of tea and food, new clothes and new quilts, Guimao feels in a trance that he has really passed a new year.

"I really don't know which of us will take care of the other." Gui Mao rubbed his belly and picked his teeth.

Bingxu's body was very hard, and after a few days of resting comfortably, he almost recovered.Guimao's habit of waking up at four o'clock regularly was destroyed in a short time, and sometimes he accidentally fell asleep until the cock crowed for the first time, and suddenly felt a sense of vicissitudes of life and life.

The short rest period is over, and normal training will resume.Seeing that Bingxu's complexion was normal, Guimao said, "Your injury is almost healed, so I won't add more charcoal fire. I have to go back and check the hidden weapons and daggers, and I won't be here tonight."

After a few days of contact, Bing Xu has been able to understand more, and nodded as if he understood what he meant.

Guimao tentatively went out of the room, and when he looked back, he saw that Bingxu didn't stick to him like he did at the beginning, and he was still sitting in the same place and watching him quietly.

It seems that the results of the raising are good, Guimao smiled gratifiedly: "Go to sleep."

Bingxu nodded, and lay down obediently.

After the big test, the number of places for this period has almost stabilized.The vacancy in the absence of night travel is not filled by newcomers, at most it is the merger of the same period from other places.Before the dispatch order was arranged, only these few dozen people participated in the training during this period.

Gui Mao went back to his room to sleep alone, and as usual, woke up before the whistle sounded and finished washing up.Turning the dagger to try the feel, but fortunately it didn't feel unfamiliar, and leisurely went to the trial ground.

Different proving grounds have different targets.Speed, concealment, stamina, kills, drug resistance, the list goes on and on.Today's lesson is to avoid random arrows and hit all the black rats scurrying around in a dark room full of traps.Guimao is naturally undisciplined, and his ability to sense crises is very low. Dodging arrows from behind is a considerable weakness, but fortunately he has excellent eyesight, and the accuracy of throwing knives is the most stable at the time. One completed the project and left the darkroom.

Guimao's buttocks and knees were full of flying arrows, he left the proving ground, and took a deep breath: he survived today too!

Thinking about it again, I don't know if that fool can survive?

Gui Mao didn't know anything about him, he didn't know his strengths and weaknesses, so he couldn't judge whether today's course was easy for him or not.Gui Mao turned his head and looked at the closed stone doors for a while, thinking to forget it and let him go, it was useless to worry about it.

Guimao went back to the residence with an arrow inserted, and heard the sound of Jin Ge from a distance.You haven't come back yet, how can someone fight here?Guimao stepped into the threshold of the compound and saw two people facing each other in the courtyard. On one side were three seniors wearing the costumes of high-ranking disciples of the night walk and wearing the waist card of the waning moon, and on the other side was Bingxu who was unarmed. When I was alone, I was stupid and stupid, my eyes were red, as if I had murderous intentions.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, Gui Mao walked into the arena as if nothing had happened, and asked inexplicably, "What are you playing?"

As soon as Bingxu heard his voice, his whole body shook, he rushed over and pulled him, pushed him to the back, and stood firmly in front to block it.

Guimao saw that the three seniors didn't seem to be here to provoke trouble, and even more inexplicable, he patted Bingxu on the shoulder: "Don't be impulsive, I'll ask."

The senior looked at Gui Mao's clothes and asked, "Are you a disciple of this period?"

Gui Mao nodded: "Did my colleague offend all the seniors?"

The senior showed no expression, and said indifferently: "Bingxu didn't participate in the training today, he should be punished according to the law, but he dared to resist." He paused, looking at Bingxu as if looking at a silent corpse, and said again, "Night travel does not leave people who do not obey orders."

Gui Mao was taken aback for a moment, pulled Bing Xu and frowned and said, "You didn't go to the trial ground this morning?"

Bingxu tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked doubtfully, "The proving ground?"

Gui Mao's thoughts were over, and he didn't remember the trial at all.I had no choice but to discuss with the senior: "Maybe there is a misunderstanding, is it still too late to receive the punishment?"

The senior looked at the shade of the trees on the ground and replied, "It's really not the hour yet."

Guimao knew that it was whipping. When he first came here in the early years, he couldn't get up so early, and he suffered a lot of whipping.Taking advantage of the opportunity to make up for it, he quickly poked a bench and set it up in the courtyard, and said to Bingxu, "Go up and lie on your stomach."

Hearing this, Bingxu obediently lay down on the stool.

Several seniors looked at each other in blank dismay. It was a little strange that the person who was unwilling to be tortured just now was pulling him out of the room and fighting hard. Now he suddenly became obedient.

Although I was puzzled in my heart, the rules could not be abolished.The senior tormentor took the long whip soaked in salt water, and it fell with one blow. Bingxu suddenly caught the whip with his backhand, turned over and pulled it on the ground, wanting to tear it again.

Guimao hurriedly stopped him and said, "Bingxu! Don't fight!"

Bingxu stopped.

"It seems that he doesn't want to be tortured." The senior sneered and withdrew his hand and threw the long whip, and took out a sharp blade that was tempered with huge poison from his sleeve.

Guimao hurriedly pulled the whip from Bingxu's hand and said with an apologetic smile: "How can it be, isn't it because I'm afraid that I will tire the seniors. I'll just come, you guys, please rest." On the stool, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Don't move! Just lie down on your stomach!"

Gui Mao didn't wait for the senior to react and whipped the whip down, and suddenly thought of a good idea, in fact, he could perform the punishment after pressing the acupuncture points, so that the fool would not be afraid of committing a bear again.But when the whip came down, Bingxu didn't resist like before, and really lay still and obediently.

Gui Mao was also stunned for a moment, but after counting the time, it would be difficult to guarantee his life if he did not finish his sentence, so he had to be ruthless and continue to whip.

Thirty lashes were beaten quickly, and even though his skin was bruised, Bingxu never moved again from beginning to end.Gui Mao stuffed the whip back into the senior's hand and apologized again, before sending him out of the courtyard.

He wiped the cold sweat off his brow: he finally saved his life.

Looking back, Bingxu was still lying on the bench as before.

Guimao asked nervously, "Bingxu?" Wouldn't he be killed?

Bingxu responded weakly, "No." Still he didn't move.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, you can move." Guimao said hurriedly.

If Bingxu was granted an amnesty, he could no longer maintain it, so he let go of his hand and fell from the bench to the ground.

When Guimao saw him fall to the wound, his heart skipped a beat.Carefully lifted him up, seeing that the wound on his body that had just healed was open again, he hurriedly carried him back to the room and put him on the bunk.While applying medicine for him, he was thinking about the situation just now.Bingxu was able to compete with the three seniors with his bare hands, and his strength was astonishing.But if the senior wanted to punish him, he refused to accept the punishment. Why did he accept it obediently when he hit him...

Just as he was thinking wildly, he heard Bingxu's weak voice: "Guimao...you are injured..."

Guimao realized later that when he recalled, he still had a few innocuous flying arrows stuck in his body, and hurriedly pulled them out and threw them away, but his heart moved: "It's this time, why don't you care about me?"

Bingxu saw the bleeding from the wound on his knee, and without thinking about it, he picked herbs from the wound on his body and covered it.

Gui Mao was amused: "There is no shortage of medicine, I will attend the meeting myself, don't make trouble."

Bingxu: "Oh."

Gui Mao was bandaging, while thinking about how to ask his doubts.Should I ask "Do you know why you were beaten", or "Don't you hate me when I hit you", or "Why didn't you fight back when I hit you"...

He pretended to be something in his heart, so he was not as chatty as usual. Although Bingxu almost never spoke, he also noticed that the atmosphere was different from the past, and asked cautiously: "Guimao, are you angry?"

Guimao froze: I wasn't beaten, how could it be my turn to get angry.

Bingxu asked again: "Did I...do something wrong?" He buried himself in the pillow, his voice muffled, and he apologized submissively, "I'm sorry..."

Gui Mao felt a little complicated in his heart for a while: "I beat you with my hands, why are you apologizing to me?"

Bingxu said: "I did something wrong, you should hit me."

Gui Mao sighed in his heart, and said to himself: You don't even know if there is something wrong, why are you so sure.

He stroked Bingxu's head, looked at his frail and helpless appearance, felt a little distressed for a moment, and asked, "Bingxu, why do you trust me so much?"

I obviously don't know you at all.

I didn't know that you didn't live in the same room with me, I didn't say a few words to you, and I didn't remember your name.

And you.

Why do you always sit alone at my door all night, why do you treasure the sugar I stuffed into you, why are you afraid that I will get angry, why don't you question me, why do you resist everyone else, why do you only respect my orders like a treasure.

You forget everything, why do you remember me alone?

After hearing this, Bingxu asked blankly, "Otherwise?"

His trust in himself was so natural, like an instinct seeping out of his bones.

Gui Mao has always been glib, but he doesn't know how to refute.

Gui Mao panicked, not daring to delve into the reasons behind this sentence, this person, and this trust.He is a heartless person, how can he understand this person who is completely different from himself.

He just said helplessly: "That's all. I'll sleep in this room from now on. I'll call you to go to the trial together in the morning. I probably won't miss it again."