Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

One second ago, Qin Ruxue was so angry that she wanted to throw Lin Mo out to feed the dogs.

The next second, it transformed into a red lightning bolt and instantly pounced on the doorway.

A pair of delicate hands gripped Lin Mo's arm tightly.

"What...what did you just say?"

Qin Ruxue's breathing became rapid, her full chest heaving violently, and her light blue silk nightgown was stretched taut.

Her usually clear and cold phoenix eyes were now wide open, burning with a mad flame.

Good guy!

Lin Mo almost burst out laughing inside.

This reaction was a hundred times more intense than he had anticipated!

But his face still wore a blank and innocent expression.

"Huh? What did I say?"

He blinked, his face full of innocence.

"I told you, my wife, you're tired, so I won't bother you anymore. I'll go find someone else to give you some pointers..."

"Not that sentence! The previous one!"

Qin Ruxue was so anxious she was about to jump up and down, her grip on his arm tightening even more. "What... the complete version?!"

"Oh, you mean this?"

Lin Mo seemed to only then "react" to it.

He slowly took the thread-bound ancient book out of his pocket again and waved it in front of her.

"I said, since you're not interested in this book, 'The Complete Ten Directions Annihilation Array,' I'd rather..."

brush!

Before she could finish speaking, a blur flashed by, and the ancient book was already in Qin Ruxue's hands.

Her movements were faster than Lin Mo had imagined, as if it were not a book, but her long-lost biological child.

With trembling hands, she turned to the first page of the book.

In the candlelight, Qin Ruxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yes!

This is the opening!

It's exactly the same as the family formation she learned since childhood, but... it's not exactly the same!

Next to the diagrams on the pages, there are dense annotations in small cinnabar characters, explaining the key points of each layout.

Those points that had puzzled her in the past suddenly became clear with these explanations.

It was as if a ray of light had pierced through the fog that had shrouded her mind for years.

"So that's how it is... So there are three rows here. For formations are the skeleton of an army..."

"There's another step: not only to lure the enemy in, but also to deploy elite forces on both flanks..."

She murmured to herself, her fingers tracing the words, her eyes growing brighter and more obsessed, completely absorbed in them, ignoring Lin Mo beside her.

Lin Mo didn't disturb her, but simply leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, a fox-like smile playing on his lips.

He knew that the fish had taken a firm bite out of the hook.

After a long while, Qin Ruxue seemed to wake up from a dream. She suddenly raised her head and looked intently at Lin Mo.

"Where...where did you get this?"

Lin Mo scratched his head, looking rather simple and honest.

"I saw it this afternoon at a used book stall in the market, and it cost me three coins."

"I thought the name sounded a bit like the formation you taught me during the day, so I bought it to take a look."

Three coins?

Qin Ruxue felt as if her heart had been struck hard.

The Qin family's secret technique, passed down through generations and regarded as their clan's treasure, is an unparalleled array formation that her father and brothers could not fully comprehend even after a lifetime of searching...

It's only worth three coins?!

Qin Ruxue took a deep breath, suppressing the absurdity in her heart, and continued to ask, "You...you knew everything?"

"Know what?"

Lin Mo continued to play dumb.

Qin Ruxue's eyes dimmed slightly, and her voice carried a hint of bitterness.

"You know that the Qin family's array formation is only incomplete, right?"

"My father once said that the true 'Ten Directions Annihilation Formation,' consisting of ten people forming an array or a hundred people forming a group, can rival an army of thousands!"

"But by the time it was passed down to his generation, only the form remained, not the spirit, and its power was reduced to less than one-tenth."

"More importantly, because the text is incomplete, once you reach a high level, you will find flaws everywhere and will be unable to make any further progress."

These words were her biggest secret and regret.

As the daughter of a military family, nothing caused her more pain than the decline of her family's legacy.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Oh, I see! No wonder!"

He slapped his thigh:

"I knew it! I flipped through this book and found something strange."

"Where?"

Qin Ruxue immediately pressed for more information.

"The first half of this book is all about formations, which are exquisite, but I always feel like something is missing."

"But when you turn to the second half, the content changes completely."

Lin Mo's expression turned strange.

"What's drawn in the back isn't a formation at all, but a woman dancing! All sorts of strange and unusual poses."

"I initially thought it was just some bored guy scribbling in the book, but the book actually says that this dance is called 'The Dance of Form and Meaning'."

"What else is there to say... Only by comprehending the true essence of this dance can one truly grasp the soul of the Ten Directions Annihilation Array."

"I simply cannot understand it, and out of desperation, I thought of asking your wife for some guidance."

Qin Ruxue's brows furrowed into a knot.

Dance?

Are you kidding me!

Such a fierce, domineering, and invincible battle formation, its ultimate secret is actually a woman's dance.

With strong doubt in her eyes, she quickly flipped to the back.

really.

The style of the illustrations changes abruptly in the middle of the book.

A series of lifelike portraits of women come into view.

The woman in the picture has a graceful figure and is dressed... in revealing clothing.

Its movements are sometimes like a nimble snake emerging from its hole, with incredibly supple waist; sometimes like a crane spreading its wings, graceful and elegant; and sometimes like a cunning rabbit running, full of explosive power.

These actions...

At first glance, it does indeed look like a dance.

However, from Qin Ruxue's perspective on martial arts, every movement subtly incorporates a certain power-generating technique, and every turn seems to contain a wondrous footwork.

Can……

This is so embarrassing!

The poses depicted in the illustrations all showcase the curves and flexibility of the female body to the fullest extent, exuding ultimate allure.

Just as she was blushing, she saw a general outline on the last page of the diagram.

The text was written in an ancient script, carrying a mysterious and profound charm.

"Form moves with will, and intention arises from the heart. The mortal body is bound by constraints, making it difficult for the flow of qi. One must wear 'dharma robes,' as thin as a cicada's wing, fitting snugly, in order to sense the laws of heaven and earth and unite with the soul of the formation."

"Dancers are not dancers, but rather the evolution of formations and the sacrifice of their bodies."

Qin Ruxue was stunned.

A robe? As thin as a cicada's wing? Fitting perfectly?

That's exactly what I'm talking about...

Are those the clothes dancers wear?!

Her mind was buzzing, half of it rationality screaming, "Absurd! Outrageous!"

But her other half had a voice telling her that perhaps... it was true.

Martial arts and dance share the same origin.

Throughout history, there have been many unparalleled masters who have gleaned unparalleled swordsmanship from dance and supreme internal energy from music.

The more profound and unfathomable a skill is, the more unconventional and unorthodox its methods of comprehension tend to be.

Perhaps this "Dance of Form and Meaning" is not for seduction, but to allow the body to reach a state of ultimate relaxation and coordination, so as to resonate perfectly with the "qi" of the formation?

The so-called "sacrifice of the body" may refer to nothing other than sacrificing the warrior's ferocity and restraint, using the softest posture to understand the most ferocious way of killing.

The more I think about it,

The more she felt that... behind this absurd situation, there seemed to be some profound truth that she couldn't comprehend!

Seeing Qin Ruxue's conflicted and anxious expression, Lin Mo knew that the time was right.

He sighed heavily, his face filled with disappointment.

"Oh well, I knew this was too absurd."

"To comprehend formations through dancing, and to wear those kinds of clothes... that must be some old lecher making up nonsense."

"This formation is most likely fake!"

As he spoke, he reached out to take the secret manual from Qin Ruxue's hand.

"Wife, give it to me. This thing is just a nuisance if I keep it. I'll use it to start a fire and boil water, saving some firewood."

To start a fire and boil water?!

These four words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Qin Ruxue's mind!

She suddenly pressed the manual tightly to her chest, protecting it more than her own life.

"No!"

Her voice even changed tone.

This is the complete version of the "Ten Directions Annihilation Formation"! It is the hope for the revival of the Qin family!

Use it to boil water?

This is blasphemy! It is an insult to the ancestors of the Qin family!

"My wife, what's wrong...?"

Lin Mo looked at her with an innocent expression.

Qin Ruxue's face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

An unprecedented and violent storm was raging within her heart.

On one hand, there is her pride as the daughter of a military family, the martial arts knowledge she has built up over the past twenty years, and the deep-rooted reserve of a woman.

On the other hand, there is the long-lost family secret technique, an unparalleled temptation that can turn the tide and restore the family's glory!

Lin Mo's words, "Take this to boil water," became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Ultimately, his obsession with formations and his family triumphed over everything else.

Qin Ruxue bit her lower lip hard, her pearly teeth almost tearing her delicate cherry lips apart.

a long time.

She squeezed out a sentence, one word at a time, through gritted teeth.

"This...dance...I...can give it a try..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

After saying that, she seemed to have used up all her strength, and slightly panting, she added another sentence.

"...But, I don't have this robe..."