What Makes a Home (Continued)

Murong Qing lifted her leg, and the blanket slipped down, revealing her fair skin. She realized that she was naked under the blanket, so she cried out and quickly pulled her leg back.

Si Ming said with regret, "Anyway, we saw everything and touched everything last night, so what's there to be shy about?"

Murong Qing her eyes and said, "This is different." Then she frowned.

"What's wrong? Does it still hurt?"

"It's not pain, but a foreign feeling, like your thing is still inside me." She glanced at Si Ming out of the corner of her eye, exuding irresistible charm.

This kind of Murong Qing had never shown before. Si Ming felt his Qi and Blood rush to his head and wanted to take his gun and do it again. Fortunately, he was not the kind of person who would indulge his desires and quickly restrained his impulse.

However, Si Ming was unsure why such a private matter was discussed so bluntly. He wondered what exactly made the girl shy, or if it was simply that her sense of shame had risen as she transitioned from a girl to a woman.

"Get up now. If you keep putting it off, people will get suspicious."

"You get up first."

Murong Qing was clearly still reserved and unwilling to expose her body during the day. Si Ming did not force her, but when he got up, he saw that the sheets were indeed a mess, especially in the middle, where there were spots of bright red, like plum blossoms in full bloom.

In fact, a woman's first time does not necessarily leave a mark. Some women bleed more, some bleed less, and the pain varies from person to person. Murong Qing belongs to the former category. If she had not practiced martial arts, she would probably have difficulty getting out of bed today.

Murong Qing noticed Si Ming's gaze, her pretty face flushed, and she quickly covered it, saying coquettishly, "It's all your fault. Yesterday I said I'd wipe it first, but you wouldn't let me. Now the sheets are unusable."

"If it can't be used, it can't be used. It's just a bed sheet, and we can keep it as a souvenir."

"As a souvenir..." Murong Qing showed a tempting expression, but then glanced at Si Ming warily. "Collecting it is fine, but I can only keep it. Don't think I don't know that you men like to show off how many women's first time you've taken, treating souvenirs like trophies."

Si Ming protested his innocence, saying, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I truly never thought that."

At least I didn't have time to think about it that way. Last night my mind was full of gunfight techniques, I didn't have time to think about this stuff.

"Who knows? Anyway, I can't give it to you. Turn around now."

Si Ming got out of bed. He didn't mind being seen naked, since he was already used to being naked when cultivating the Blazing Yang Battle Art. But when he heard the rustling sound of clothes being put on behind him, he couldn't help but feel distracted and recall the battle last night.

To his shame, despite his pride in his physical prowess, he couldn't even last three minutes in the first round of gun-fu before pulling the trigger and firing a bullet. Fortunately, he was full of energy and didn't need to rest. He quickly regained his vigor after catching his breath.

Although its durability is low, it can be used many times, and the duration of each round increases, making it a One Sword that lasts longer with each thrust.

However, always being a quick shooter isn't ideal. Even with unlimited ammo, firing too much can cause the gun barrel to overheat, preventing a man from displaying his masculinity. So, a different approach needs to be taken.

There is no such drug as Viagra in this world. Even if there were, relying on taking drugs to show off one's prowess is itself a sign of incompetence. Therefore, Si Ming never even considered that possibility. When it comes to the martial arts world, the most famous things are of course the Blissful Chan and the Art of the Bedchamber.

I have no experience with Buddhism in the Sea Continent, so I don't know if they have such Esoteric Buddhism Divine Ability. However, Sea Continent is quite famous for its bedroom arts, but they are not from the Daoist School, but from the Yin-Yang School.

Exploring the secrets of Yin and Yang is originally the study of the Yin-Yang School. However, the Yin-Yang Yin-Yang School Daoist School Si Ming's previous life was completely absorbed and integrated into Daoism, so it was not able to bear its own name. In this life, the Yin-Yang School still exists and has not yet been usurped by Daoist School. Therefore, the art of the bedroom is usually signed by their name.

"In any case, Daoist School and Yin-Yang School are in cahoots; perhaps we could ask Master Pan De for advice."

"What do you want to ask Daoist Priest Pan?"

Murong Qing had already dressed quickly, but not in the dark blue dress she wore yesterday; instead, she wore her usual clothes. Clearly, she had prepared a change of clothes in Si Ming's room long ago.

At this moment, she had lost the coquettish charm of the previous night and had once again transformed into the decisive, ruthless, and trustworthy female swordswoman Murong Qing.

Of course, Si Ming couldn't tell the truth. His eyes darted around, and he said, "Ask the Daoist School what good music they have. When it comes to music, Daoist School music is the most ethereal. In comparison, the music of the Music School is rather vulgar."

When the topic turned to music, Murong Qing's attention was immediately diverted, and she objected, "A vulgar tune isn't necessarily inferior to an ethereal one; haven't you heard that the most vulgar is the most elegant?"

"Shall we play another piece now?" Si Ming pointed to the zither and lute outside.

"Alright, let's play 'High Mountains and Flowing Water' then." Murong Qing's mood was different now than it had been the night before.

"You just said that 'a vulgar tune isn't necessarily worse than an ethereal one,' and now you're going to play the highbrow and unpopular 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'?"

"The two shouldn't be confused; what I support and what I want to play are two different things."

Actually, Si Ming wanted to play "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," which reflected his current State of Mind. However, his wife was the most important person, so he could only nod in agreement.

The two played music in harmony once again, but this time it was not to express their love, but to share their aspirations and seek like-minded people. The music was majestic and unpredictable, with appropriate pauses, natural rhythm, and endless meaning.

Murong Qing and Si Ming's relationship is not simply that of lovers; there is also a bond of dao companion. At least, that's what Murong Qing believes. Seeking like-minded people to support each other and strive forward together is more important to her than love. Otherwise, she wouldn't be willing to compromise herself and share with other women, not even her best friends.

Of course, this doesn't mean that love isn't important to her. The many memories she shared with Si Ming were genuine, and this feeling was already etched in her heart, impossible to sever. Moreover, the union of lovers and dao companion allows two joys to be combined, so there's no reason for her to refuse.

Therefore, she didn't want to be greedy for more; otherwise, what would be the point of finding someone who was devoted to her but couldn't connect with her on a deeper level?

Murong Qing has no shortage of suitors, but she simply doesn't find them attractive. Some are not capable enough, some have different aspirations, and most of the time, neither is acceptable.

She wasn't the kind of woman who would cry and whine, desperately seeking true love. Loyalty in relationships wasn't an indispensable quality for her; it was nice to have it, but she didn't really care if she didn't.

At least for this moment, she enjoyed the feeling of being in harmony with Si Ming, as if the music had entered each other's hearts and intertwined with them.

When the music ended, Murong Qing suddenly exclaimed in surprise. Si Ming quickly asked what was wrong, and she said with some doubt, "My 'Glacier Divine Art' has broken through to level fourteen! That's strange. I thought it would take three years to hone my skills, but I didn't expect to complete the accumulation so quickly. Could it be...?"

Like Si Ming, she immediately thought of what happened last night and asked with a hint of disbelief, "Can doing this kind of thing really improve one's skills?"

Si Ming really wanted to say yes, so that he could use that as an excuse to have sex with Murong Qing more often in the future.

However, he disliked deceiving his own people, including well-intentioned lies, which he considered extremely selfish. Therefore, he said, "It's probably only effective the first time. The primordial yin and primordial yang interact and merge, thus evolving the three elements and strengthening the Foundation. It's easier to get answers to this from a Yin-Yang School."

Suddenly, I recalled the legend of the Yellow Emperor ascending to the celestial realm with three thousand women. Could this legend be true?

Murong Qing shook her head decisively at the thought of asking others about such an embarrassing matter, saying, "Then let's forget it. If it really only works the first time, even if we get the answer, we won't have a chance to verify it later... It's just unfair to Hongdou and Qingqing."

Si Ming really wanted to give a thumbs-up and praise the "first wife's boldness," but saying that would easily invite a beating, so he decided against it.

After the two tidied their clothes, they went downstairs to the living room, where they saw Yao Bilian sitting with her legs spread wide, her face showing very obvious dark circles under her eyes, yet also gleaming with the sharpness of a hungry wolf.