Gu Zixian lowered her head. A visible flush rose from her neck, and the shyness in her shifting eyes and brows was unbearably endearing. "The cultivation method of our Dual Cultivation Manor has never had a manual."
Looking at the dazzlingly pale naked body before him, Song Qingshu felt his throat go dry. "If there's no manual, you could just recite it to me. Why take off your clothes?"
Gu Zixian's head nearly sank into her chest. "There is no manual, no mnemonic verse, no so-called cultivation method. There are only the sensations of the body. This is how the Dual Cultivation Manor has passed it down from generation to generation—by sensing the circulation paths within each other's bodies."
"This way?" Though she had not stated it outright, Song Qingshu could roughly guess. The most important part of a dual cultivation method was probably the circulation route of true qi. When two people were in the most intimate of relationships, they would cast aside their body's defenses, sense the flow of true qi within the other's body, and accept the other's guidance. Unless it was someone they trusted completely, doing this was equivalent to placing their lives in the other's hands. If the other wanted them alive, they would live; if the other wanted them dead, they would die.
"Did you learn it this way too?" Song Qingshu could not help asking. Though he had only just met her, a man's innate possessiveness made it hard for him to accept a beautiful woman having such an intimate relationship with someone else.
"Yes." Gu Zixian was quick-witted and immediately guessed his concern. She continued, "My mother taught me."
The image of a mature, ravishing body entwined with that of a youthful, lively girl surfaced in Song Qingshu's mind. He could not