Meng Zhengxi looked at the internal energy cultivation manual in Ning Qing's hand.

"Take it back immediately. The internal energy cultivation method is only passed down to the closed-door disciples and must not be passed on to outsiders."

With a slight smile, he said, "You just casually take out your internal energy cultivation technique. Aren't you afraid your master will beat you to death?"

Ning Qing: My master is fictional; it would be a miracle if he could beat me up.

Ning Qing placed the internal energy cultivation manual into Meng Zhengxi's hands.

"It's alright, don't worry. My master passed away several years ago."

"He can't beat me up."

Meng Zhengxi looked at the internal energy cultivation manual in his hand, his face full of unspeakable emotions.

Meng Zhengxi's gaze fell on Ning Qing, before he could speak.

Ning Qing said, "Don't worry, if my master has any objections, he'll just make you my junior brother."

Meng Zhengxi shook his head helplessly, a warm feeling flowing through his heart!

I never expected him to trust me so much! He could even easily show me such an important internal energy cultivation technique, without worrying that I might have malicious intentions and steal it.

Given his unfathomable swordsmanship, his internal energy cultivation method must be quite impressive as well!

Thinking this, he slowly turned the first page.

Ning Qing watched as his wife focused intently on the internal energy cultivation manual, so engrossed that she seemed to want to burrow into the book.

She felt a little uneasy. She was such a handsome and dashing man, standing right next to him, yet she couldn't get even a glance from him.

What's so interesting about that lousy book?!

Half an hour later, Meng Zhengxi finally closed the book in his hand.

Seeing that no one was around, he looked up and scanned the tent, but it was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight!

He then realized that Ning Qing had left sometime earlier.

Looking down at the internal energy cultivation manual in his hand, a complex emotion appeared in his eyes.

I never imagined that there was such an exquisite internal energy cultivation method in the world. If I could master this internal energy cultivation method, I would surely be able to sweep away thousands of troops and dominate the world!

When Meng Zhengxi returned to the main tent with excitement, he found Ning Qing already fast asleep in bed.

Meng Zhengxi plopped down on the bed, looking at that handsome sleeping face, his eyes warmed slightly, and a faint, helpless smile appeared on his lips.

She murmured softly, "You!"

Time flies like water, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye!

For the past month, Ning Qing has been going up the mountain to cultivate every morning as usual, and only when the sky is full of rosy clouds will he carry the roasted meat down the mountain back to the military camp to feed his wife.

Meng Zhengxi has gone from being embarrassed at the beginning to calmly accepting being fed.

Their feelings for each other gradually warmed up, and there was a touch of tenderness when they looked at each other.

They slept in each other's arms as usual that night, but neither of them took the initiative to make that move.

Meng Zhengxi was thinking to herself: How can I give her a proper title, and wait until she takes my surname and becomes Mrs. Meng...

Although the two of them had spent the night together, he was drunk at the time and has no recollection of it at all!

He treated it as starting over.

As for Ning Qing, there's a reason why she's so patient and doesn't flirt with her wife. Her wife in this world is highly skilled in martial arts and possesses superhuman strength.

Without absolute certainty, I would never act rashly, lest my attack fail and I be counterattacked instead.

That would be an indelible stain on her life, and she absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen!

That's why she suppressed her restless heart and became a gentleman who remained unmoved by temptation.