My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!-Chapter 222 - 122: Facing Bottlenecks Again, Numerous Doubts_2

Song Jiaren spoke indifferently, "There’s no reason."

This was her first thought.

No matter how high one’s Martial Path talent may be, how high can it really be? The Martial Path isn’t that difficult to begin with.

But someone who can play the qin, paint, write poetry, and understand Mathematics, that’s truly impressive.

"Hehe, I’ve got it..."

Song Mu’er smiled happily, about to run off when suddenly, Song Jiaren grabbed her wrist.

Song Jiaren looked at her and asked, "Why are you suddenly asking these things?"

...

Li Nuo had been out and about for quite a while and didn’t return home until it was dinnertime.

His wife had been called over by the Old Lady, so it was just Mu’er and him for dinner tonight.

Li Nuo turned to look around, saw that there was no one outside, and asked softly, "How did it go?"

Song Mu’er came closer and whispered a few words in his ear.

Upon hearing Mu’er’s response, Li Nuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had a bit of an understanding of his wife, he still hoped to hear her answer personally.

But some questions, he really couldn’t ask himself.

Thank goodness for Mu’er...

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Who would suspect an innocent six-year-old girl?

He gave Mu’er some of the dishes she liked to eat, and while eating, she asked, "Li Nuo brother, between white and black, which one do you prefer?"

Without thinking, Li Nuo said, "White."

"What about apples and peaches?"

"Peaches."

"Between me and Song Ning’er, whom do you prefer?"

"You."

Song Mu’er’s face showed a happy smile, the questions Jiaren sister wouldn’t answer, she could always get a firm reply from Li Nuo brother.

After thinking for a moment she asked again, "So if there was a girl skilled in Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, but not in the Martial Path, and another girl who couldn’t do any of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, but had impressive Martial Path Cultivation..."

Before Song Mu’er could finish speaking, Li Nuo spoke up, "I’d choose the one skilled in Martial Path."

Skilled in Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, but not in Martial Path.

Lacks skill in Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, but has a high level of Martial Path Cultivation.

The first thing that came to Li Nuo’s mind was the Phoenix and his wife.

Can Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting save your life?

Between Phoenix and his wife, isn’t it a no-brainer to choose his wife?

After snapping back to reality, he glanced at the little girl and said, "I asked you to question Jiaren sister, and now you’re asking me..."

Song Mu’er said with a giggly smile, "I’m just curious too..."

Halfway through dinner, Mu’er vanished in a flash.

A six-year-old child is at the age where they can’t sit still.

Li Nuo finished his meal alone, read for a while in his room, then Song Jiaren walked in from outside.

She took a book from the bookshelf and started reading it across from Li Nuo.

Li Nuo glanced over; this time it was not "Shuo Wen" nor "Nine Numbers", but a book on Martial Path Classics, with more illustrations than text.

Li Nuo was reassured.

His wife had finally started doing something useful.

"Shuo Wen", "Nine Numbers", were those the books she should be reading? It’s better for her to focus on improving her cultivation. That’s the right way.

As the evening grew dark, Li Nuo lit the Glazed Lamp.

After an indeterminate amount of time had passed, Li Nuo looked up at her and said, "About this afternoon, I didn’t mean to..."

Song Jiaren said, "Could you play a tune for me to listen to?"

Li Nuo nodded.

Playing a tune, what’s the big deal? It’s just using up a day’s lifespan...

Times have changed; he could afford it now.

There were still more than four hundred thieves to be judged, each one at least six days; that’s over two thousand days, so a day or two wouldn’t matter.

Since it was evening, Li Nuo played a soothing melody, and after the piece finished, he asked, "Would you like to listen more?"

Song Jiaren shook her head, "It’s getting late, let’s rest early."

The earlier tune indeed had a bit of a sleep-inducing effect.

The power of music is not limited to that; if he were a bit more proficient, he could even induce hypnosis.

Earlier, Li Nuo had flipped through another obscure book and discovered that hundreds of years ago, besides the Thief School, there was another school named "Le Family".

As the name suggests, the Le Family specialized in the study of musical pitches.

However, at that time, among the Hundred Schools, they were merging and assimilating with one another, various schools were unifying their thoughts, and schools with similar directions gradually merged into one.

The Le Family was wholly absorbed by Confucian, and Music also became one of the Six Arts.

In fact, Music alone could stand as its own school; it’s just the entrance requirement for Music was extremely difficult, blocking the vast majority of people right at the threshold.

For schools like Confucian and Legalism, one could easily enter after a year or two of study.

But for Music, one would need not only extraordinary talent but also decades of hard work. The Le Family’s disciples were always few and far between, and later, the lineage was completely severed and absorbed by Confucian.

Lying in bed, Li Nuo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had experienced several ups and downs these past days, his relationship with his wife had finally returned to how it was.

That night, Li Nuo finally dreamt of his wife.

The good news was, he dreamt of his wife.

The bad news was, Li Anning was also there.

Although after waking up, he couldn’t remember much of the dream, the feeling from it was quite memorable...

When Li Nuo got out of bed, he saw his wife sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair.

She was different from ordinary women; she didn’t learn Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, and had no interest in makeup.

Bare-faced, with a casual ponytail, her grooming was done.

Because of this, her skin was far smoother and finer than that of the average woman, with a natural glow.

Li Nuo thought for a moment, walked up to the dressing table, and said, "Do you want me to help you?"

The first time hand in hand, the first hug, the first time dressing up... So many firsts had been given to Li Anning.

If he didn’t even give the second time to her, she might think Li Nuo had some complaint about her.