Hearing the news, Song Qingshu shuddered all over. That mistaken night surfaced in his mind, and the thrilling recollection made his heart suddenly pound violently.
"Alas, I was too impulsive back then." Though saying this after taking advantage of her seemed rather shameless, Song Qingshu truly regretted it. The first time had been a beautiful misunderstanding, but what came afterward had been far too bastardly.
Although Qi Deviation had been a factor for Song Qingshu at the time, wasn't that also the truest impulse in his heart?
Ever since practicing the Blissful Zen Method, Song Qingshu had suffered several episodes of losing control, especially the one in the Forbidden City that had nearly caused him to lose himself and fall into an abyss beyond redemption.
Though each episode had been terrifying, he could not help feeling puzzled. Compared to the dangers supposedly encountered by those tantric predecessors, what he had experienced was hardly worth mentioning.
Song Qingshu had been pondering this question for years. Now that he knew more and more martial arts, his cultivation had grown ever deeper, and his understanding of the essence of martial arts had increased, coupled with his lofty position and an angle of view far beyond ordinary people, he had gradually managed to uncover a few clues.
The reason those who had previously practiced Blissful Zen were so prone to Qi Deviation was largely because they cultivated with the same woman. After the first union of yin and yang, cultivating with that same person again had almost no effect, forcing the practitioner to seek out new women.
Yet those who practiced Blissful Zen in the past were often Buddhists, inherently disadvantaged when it came to winning women's affection. Ordinary women also found it difficult to feel any admiration for Buddhist monks. If they were