Ichijo was slightly stunned, then showed a relieved smile, and nodded without too much hesitation. Seeing this, Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, although it was ridiculous to say that there was no sword blade as a weapon that should protect the master, and it also needed the help of the master to polish his strength, but Qing had no more paths to choose from.

"Don't see me nodding and think I said yes, Caster. In a way, I'm not an easy person to negotiate, after all, you asked me to do it, so I agreed and took the initiative at the same time. If you dislike the way I spar, I will never be, don't be cheeky and continue to help you! “

Qing nodded knowingly, her Master's statement was very straightforward, meaning that if Qing took the initiative to say that she didn't like her, she would decisively stop acting. Ichijo Yukie looked at Qing, blinked his eyes, and returned to the bed alone without saying much, lying on his back on the bed alone.

Qing stood in place a little dryly, and the action of a snow painting was far beyond Qing's common sense. However, if the sudden silence is taken into account, Qing can guess that she may have recalled some memories that made her feel uncomfortable, otherwise ordinary people would not have such an extremely abnormal behavior.

Qing shook her head slightly, not staring at the Master lying on the bed. She has her own past, and she has her own personal story, she is very stubborn and tenacious, but she is also very fragile, but it is a pity that he is unwilling to let herself show even a little vulnerability!

Qingyi stood up with the table, glanced at the silver-haired woman standing quietly in the corner, and walked alone to the empty place on the rooftop. It can be said that the taller the building, its area will not be small, Qing set up a position at the beginning to oversee the entire building, but the use of the rooftop camp is only one-third, and the spacious two-thirds can be used at will, it is very good to use this spacious place Qing can stretch his fists and feet.

Please look at a snow painting again, and when you see that she is still drowning in the memories of the past, she will also look back, and will not continue to pay any attention. Time is getting scarce, and Qing can only use it as much as possible, at least there is enough free space in the camp, which is not a bad thing.

Qingping stood calmly in the middle of the clearing, calm as if there was no life. Slowly Qing clenched his hands into fists, his body and hands and feet gradually moved with the body to open his posture, slowly waving his fists and feet, every movement was perfect to the extreme, and every time he launched a punch and a kick, the 'energy' called the qi machine also rose and fell.

Qingwei's eyes were closed, looking calm and unwavering, but Qing understood the chaos in his heart. His movements seem to be called perfect neatness, but because of the extreme neatness, he loses the emptiness that really matters.

Qing practiced boxing from the Far East, Qing didn't know very much, it was just a coincidence that Qing remembered the moves of this boxing, and at the same time gave Qing inspiration to practice, everything can be called what the ancient law says, and it comes naturally.

In the same way, Qing can clearly feel that as he punches, kicks, and moves his body again and again, his coordination and strength are gradually improving! This made Qing see that the recovery of strength was close at hand, but it was this imminent presence that made Qing unable to maintain the most basic silence of boxing.

"Oh roar roar ~ ! Health boxing, I have seen many elderly people exercise this. A piece of snow painted in Qing unconsciously has walked not far from Qing, but the words in her mouth made Qing have to frown, but after all, things have a beginning and an end, boxing is only half of the practice, Qing will not stop halfway because of a word.

With the addition of a snow-painted discourse, the emptiness that Qing tried so hard to maintain turned into a fantasy. With mixed ideas, Qing finally finished a whole set of boxing techniques. Qing clenched his fist helplessly, and although the strength was recovering, it was difficult to have enough effect if there was no perseverance.

"I think I need an explanation, Master. Not enough, I need to make a statement before you make fun of me. First, my strength is not strong enough to swing a sword, and secondly, I am now empty and old, which can be defined as an old man-----"

Qing looked at a snow painting seriously, in Qing's consciousness, absorbing the strengths of various martial arts, whether it was good or bad, it was meaningful to learn and try, so that whether it was his own hand-to-hand combat skills or swordsmanship, he could learn from each other's strengths.

"No, no, no! ~ I just feel that it is very abrupt for a medieval knight to suddenly play with oriental boxing, don't mind these" Ichijo Yukie shook her hands quickly, although the sincerity in her eyes showed her apology. But Qing still felt that her secret smile was much higher than the sincerity in her eyes!

"That's it! All right! Don't talk about these pointless things. Now, Caster, since you're all in a hurry to practice solo boxing, now that I'm here, I'm going to waste less time here! ”

As soon as Ichijo Yukie finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards Qing's face door with a straight fist! Qing, who had an ominous premonition, tilted his head and flashed the straight punch, and before Qing had time to breathe, a snow painting hit Qing's abdomen with a heavy knee!

Not surprisingly, Qing, who was not heavy in his body, was repelled by a snow painting at all! Qing tried his best to stabilize his body, and his feet plowed the ground like a distance behind the ground before he barely stopped!

"Don't think I'm going to be chivalric, Caster, it's not over yet!" Without saying a word, Ichijo got up and moved forward again, and in less than a second, he burst in front of Qing! The seemingly small but steely fist swung in front of Qing again! This time, Qing made a move to intercept, but he didn't expect the blow on his arm to be extremely heavy!

Qing was knocked back for a distance, and the physical strength of her body forced Qing to not be able to catch a Yuki-e's fist at all, and she couldn't keep up with her speed even if she tried to dodge! Qing shook his swollen and numb arm, and the pain undoubtedly proved the strength of his fist.

The power has grown! Qing slightly felt happy from the bottom of his heart, compared to a person who practiced boxing hard, the pressure of fighting against each other forced people to work harder to counterattack and defend! However, the crisis has not been resolved, and a more ferocious offensive has struck! However, Qing is already sure enough not to be at a disadvantage---------

【Peng !! 】

The big iron door on the rooftop was violently smashed open! And Qinghe a snow painting is a lot of distance from the rooftop door! Qing stopped his long-planned counterattack, and his hands hung down weakly. The unique aura of the Servant spread to the enchantment of the green position, and the expectation that it could be delayed for a few days could only be called extravagant hope in the end-----