Great Yin-Yang Heaven-Severing Hand

"Well, since you've said so, I'm even more eager to have it."

Si Ming dodged Murong Qing's sword finger, then brought his five fingers together to form a claw and slowly continued to grab the sword hilt, as if he would not give up until he had grabbed the sword.

Murong Qing initially took it as a playful exchange between lovers, but faced with Si Ming's extremely slow grab, she immediately abandoned her nonchalant attitude and revealed a solemn expression. This was because the grab, in its movement, exuded a constant and unchanging quality; it was a grab that contained stillness within movement, a grab that generated yang from yin, reaching an extremely high level. It gave her a strange feeling that was difficult to break through and stop. If she treated it casually again, she was afraid she would embarrass herself on the spot.

Although losing to one's beloved is not shameful, as a martial artist, the desire to fight and be strong is deeply ingrained in one's bones. Murong Qing was originally a competitive person, so how could he easily admit defeat? His fighting spirit was immediately aroused.

"As long as the sword remains, so does the man; if the sword dies, so does the man!"

Her eyes shone brightly as she stared at Si Ming's slowly reaching hand, as if she were a meditating old monk, oblivious to Si Ming's extremely slow technique and strange attack. Suddenly, her jade fingers formed a sword shape, and she slowly pointed out with the same finger.

A grab and a finger moved forward with a slow but unstoppable momentum. Just as they were about to collide, Si Ming's hand suddenly accelerated, grabbing the sword hilt with lightning speed. Murong Qing finger followed suit, disappearing without a trace. The next moment, it pressed against Si Ming's palm, causing his seemingly inevitable grab to completely miss its mark.

When Si Ming's grab failed to achieve its goal, he seemed to get angry. His hands transformed into the Thousand-Armed Buddha, and in the blink of an eye, countless afterimages appeared as he grabbed at Murong Qing's sword hilt.

Murong Qing remained calm and composed, still using her fingers as a sword, fully unleashing her Movement Method. In this small space, she engaged in an unusual contest with Si Ming. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten her original purpose, as if she were truly sparring with her opponent.

Between their grabs and dodges, each move was exquisite. In less than ten seconds, they had exchanged dozens of blows. Moreover, this was not just ordinary grabbing and dodging, but involved the variations of Higher Vehicle Swordsmanship. It seemed ordinary, but in fact, it was something that only Grandmaster swordsman could reach. It was the most genuine contest of their swordsmanship skills, so neither of them used their Internal Cultivation.

Si Ming fully brought out the essence of the Hundred Birds Frolics, his hands moving like joyful birds, making Murong Qing feel as if she were an invisible tree, with birds leaping among the branches. All her movements seemed unintentional, yet meticulous, making her unable to distinguish between what was real and what was fake, what was illusory and what was real.

Murong Qing knew that she was no match for Si Ming in a real fight, but she was confident in her swordsmanship skills and did not want to admit defeat so easily.

So, she used sword fingers in each hand, her slender hands drawing several circles, each circle filled with a flawless and perfect artistic conception, impossible to break, like the moon on the fifteenth of August, completely blocking Si Ming's attacks.

After blocking the attack, Murong Qing immediately switched from defense to offense. With a flick of her jade fingers, she drew a winding and ingenious line, her nimble fingers like golden scales against the current, piercing the acupoints on Si Ming's body.

"What a fierce little lady." Si Ming chuckled and retreated in a flash.

"Don't you dare run away, you little thief!"

Murong Qing completely absorbed in the moment, following closely behind. If they were on an open plain, she would never have been able to catch up with Si Ming. But now the two of them were confined to a small room with nowhere to escape. So they could be seen chasing each other around the room, constantly exchanging sword strikes. Even without Sword Qi energy, the Sword Intent was still chilling and fierce.

Inside the administrator's room, Yao Bilian was so agitated by the Sword Intent that she could hardly sit still. Even though she knew it had nothing to do with her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis, as if a sharp sword was hanging over her head and could fall down at any moment.

"What on earth is this newlywed couple up to? Last time they were playing the piano and expressing their love, and this time they've switched to sword dancing! They're really something else, always coming up with new tricks. Can't they just stick to riding horses and pushing a cart?"

Yao Bilian felt she was being driven crazy. So what if they were skilled in martial arts? Why did they have to resort to these tricks that even she couldn't learn? She'd wait until she brought her lover back and taught them what a 108-style martial art really was!

Si Ming and Murong Qing were oblivious to the resentment in the other's eyes. Both were giving it their all, focusing all their energy on this intense but not dangerous contest, as if they had forgotten their original purpose.

At this moment, Murong Qing deliberately revealed a flaw, but Si Ming seemed not to have noticed it and decisively thrust in. In the blink of an eye, his fingers were less than half an inch above the hilt of the sword. With just a light and skillful reach, he could pull the sword out.

You lost.

Murong Qing smiled confidently, pointed her jade finger, and Sword Qi surged forth, crossing in a crisscross pattern as she thrust towards Si Ming's hand, deliberately letting him advance unimpeded, leaving him no time to retract his hand.

Seeing that Si Ming was about to be defeated, he chuckled and, ignoring Murong Qing's attempt to stop him, hugged him tightly, letting the sword fingers pierce his body. His hands moved like dragons and fish, grabbing his wrists before Murong Qing could react, his jade fingers tightly interlocking, instantly seizing his pulse point.

"You're cheating!" Murong Qing both angry and annoyed.

"What are you trying to cheat on? The winner takes all, the loser is condemned. I never said I wanted to fight you with a sword; it's just your own assumption."

Si Ming immediately reached out and pressed on various acupoints all over Murong Qing's body, taking the opportunity to attack his body with his True Qi, and then casually pulled out the sword.

"Since you said that as long as the sword is with me, and now that the sword is in my hand, then you belong to me too."

Amidst cries of pleasure, Si Ming scooped up Murong Qing and pounced onto the bed, then began to grope her all over, soon leaving Murong Qing disheveled and panting heavily.

"Wait a minute, let me take off my clothes first."

"No need to take it off, my wife. It's late, you should rest."

The following day, at the Mohist Knight Guard base.

Looking at Si Ming, who was beaming with pride, Pan De couldn't help but wonder, "Why are you grinning like that? It's really unsettling."

People are in high spirits when they have good news.

What good news do you have?

I suddenly discovered a new quirk of mine yesterday.

"What's so great about this?" Pan De was completely confused. "Forget it, your smile is infuriating. I'm not giving you a chance to show off. So, what do you want from me?"

Si Ming asked sheepishly, "Daoist Priest Pan, do you have any books on that subject?"

In which aspect?

"You know, that kind of thing."

Seeing that the other person genuinely didn't understand, Si Ming cursed inwardly for the inability to communicate with virgins, and had no choice but to confess. "It's a book related to bedroom arts."

Pan De paused for a moment, then suddenly realized. "No wonder you looked so lewd, so that's what it is... Young men need to be moderate. If you think that learning bedroom arts means you can vent your desires and do whatever you want, you're sorely mistaken."

What are you thinking? I'm just... it's always good to have more skills.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but our Ping Mountain Sect doesn't teach these things. You should go find the Yin-Yang School... Wait, there seems to be a book that's related to that."

Pan De immediately ran to the treasure vault, rummaged through the chests and cabinets, and returned with a book in hand, blowing off the dust.

Si Ming took the book and looked down. He saw the words "One Fuck for Ten Thousand Myriad Years" written in large characters on the cover.

Chapter 720 Great Yin-Yang Heaven-Severing Hand

Si Ming asked doubtfully, "The title of this book is too straightforward. I thought it would be something like 'The Classic of the Plain Girl,' 'The Secrets of the Jade Chamber,' or 'The Master Dongxuan.'"