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

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 soone 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 ho until it was dinnerti.

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 ca 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 so questions, he really couldn't ask himself.

Thank goodness for Mu'er...

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

He gave Mu'er so 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 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 mont 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 ca 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 ..."

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 al 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 ti 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 sothing 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 ti had passed, Li Nuo looked up at her and said, "About this afternoon, I didn't an to..."

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

Li Nuo nodded.

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

Tis 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 lody, 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 nad "Le Family".

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

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

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

In fact, Music alone could stand as its own school; it's just the entrance requirent for Music was extrely 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 rember much of the dream, the feeling from it was quite morable...

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 won; 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 mont, walked up to the dressing table, and said, "Do you want to help you?"

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

If he didn't even give the second ti to her, she might think Li Nuo had so complaint about her.