My wife is a sword god.

The days that followed were peaceful, and another month passed without knowing it, and Qin Feng's schedule was very tight from morning till night.

He hasn't told the two ladies about the immortal technique for the time being, he just wants to wait until he masters the divine power and learns the immortal technique before making any plans.

Inside the house, with his consciousness returning, Qin Feng gasped heavily, his complexion was pale, and beads of sweat slipped from his forehead.

Yes, he failed again, although he had already discovered the existence of the innate energy in his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he was still unable to attract it.

The first step was not smooth, and the difficulty of practicing divine power was far beyond his expectations.

"Why can't it be induced? It is obvious that the cultivation of righteousness and primordial celestial energy is a matter of course." Qin Feng frowned, puzzled.

At this time, senior Xuan Yi's phantom manifested, and thoughtfully said: "The innate qi is the beginning of Hunyuan, the foundation of all things, so naturally it cannot be judged by common sense.

However, Primordial Immortal Qi is not an ordinary thing, you should be able to succeed in extradition with Primordial Immortal Qi.

According to my guess, it may be that you can't control the primordial celestial energy yourself, which makes the primordial qi approach to the primordial one, and it will be scattered by the latter. "

Hearing this, Qin Feng also fell into deep thought: "Then senior, can there be a way to improve my control over the Primordial Immortal Qi?"

Xuan Yi shook his head: "My method is not suitable for you, unless the world returns to its original environment, and there is inexhaustible Primordial Immortal Qi."

Qin Feng sighed when he heard the words, how is this possible?Could it be that he really couldn't learn divine power?
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked aloud: "Senior Xuan, in today's world, the mainstream of ghosts, martial arts, literary saints and Taoism.

As for the control over oneself, the martial artist is the most powerful.

If I can comprehend the method of Shenwu Wufu to control the energy, can I apply it to the Primordial Immortal Energy? "

Xuan Yi pondered for a moment, then responded: "As the saying goes, everything changes and stays the same, your idea should be feasible.

But if only relying on the strength-gathering skills of a martial artist, he might not be able to control the Primordial Immortal Qi.

You need to ask Gaopin Wufu for advice and learn more subtle ways of controlling it. "

Qin Feng grinned and said with a smile: "Senior, don't worry, this junior already has someone in mind."

On the other side, in the lobby of the Qin Mansion, Father Qin held the teacup and blew it gently, but saw that the fine tea leaves could not sink and were floating on the water, he couldn't help frowning.

Seeing it, Er Niang asked puzzledly, "What's the matter, Master, why is there such an expression?"

"I don't know why, but my heart suddenly tightened, and I always felt that something bad was about to happen. What happened to the house recently?" Father Qin asked.

Erniang frowned when she heard the words: "Don't talk nonsense, the Qin family is flourishing now, how can there be any bad things?"

"Could it be that something happened to An'er in the Southern Region?" Father Qin asked anxiously.

"Bah, bah, bah! An'er just sent back a letter not long ago, saying that her cultivation level has improved and everything is fine, and she asked me not to worry about it. Did the master forget?"

"Hiss~ That's weird." Father Qin, kept in the dark, didn't know that trouble was coming.

At lunch time, Qin Feng and others gathered together.

After Qing'er put all the food on the table, Father Qin said a few words before wanting to move his chopsticks.

At this moment, Qin Feng picked up a chicken leg, put it in Dad's bowl, and said with a smile: "Father, I know you like this, so I specially asked the kitchen to make more."

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became quiet, and this scene always felt a little familiar.

Father Qin put down the bowl and chopsticks slowly, looked up at Qin Feng, his eyes were full of vigilance.

He seemed to have guessed where the previous sense of crisis came from.

"Feng'er, what happened?" Father Qin asked in a deep voice.

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that Dad has worked hard all day for this family, so he thinks it's not easy for you."

Why do I always feel that there is something in this brat's words? Is he going to challenge my position as the head of the family? Father Qin responded lightly. To prevent fraud, he didn't answer, and moved his chopsticks again.

For the next lunch, Father Qin didn't eat very well, just because someone went out of his way and turned off his appetite.

"Father, your soup is cold, drink this bowl from me. I tasted it just now, and it's still hot."

"The meal is still enough, do you need me to go to the kitchen to add another bowl for you?"

"Qing'er, didn't you see that all the drumsticks in the plate of chicken have been eaten? Go to the kitchen and order them to cook a chicken."

The unbearable old Qin put down the bowl and chopsticks again, and said in a low voice: "Stinky boy, don't mess with everything, I don't like this, just speak up if you have something to say!"

Qin Feng looked admiring: "After all, I still can't hide it from my father. In fact, the baby has indeed encountered a problem recently, and I want to ask my father to explain it."

Sure enough, there is something to ask. Qin Jianan glanced at it and said lightly: "We will talk about everything after the meal."

"Alright."

After the meal, the father and son came to the courtyard of the Qin Mansion. Father Qin stood up straight and asked, "But I have encountered difficulties in my life, and I want my father to explain it to you, but it's okay."

With a smile on his face, Qin Feng told the whole story directly.

".That's the thing. During the trip to the Western Regions, I really envied my father's extreme means.

So I wanted to ask for advice to solve my own problems in practice. "

Father Qin's face froze when he heard the words, he turned around and was about to leave without saying a word, but he heard a faint voice behind him: "I don't know if Erniang knows about the relationship between father and the Commander of the Western Regions, Erniang will How would you feel about it?"

"Stinky boy, what exactly do you want?"

Qin Feng smiled without saying a word.

Father Qin stared at it for a while, finally sighed, and said truthfully: "It's not that I don't want to teach you, throughout the ages, there are only a handful of warriors who can understand the ultimate meaning.

The talent is astonishing as Jianli, and you have practiced for more than a month, but you have only touched a little threshold. How can you grasp the essence of it as a scholar of the holy way?

Instead of wasting time with me, you might as well go to the Haowen Institute and find the old man, maybe he can solve your doubts for you. "

Qin Feng shook his head: "The problem I encountered is quite special, and the National Teacher may not be able to solve it.

Besides, as long as daddy explains to me the technique of using extreme force, I can do the rest by figuring it out myself. "

Looking at the other party's firm expression, Father Qin lost the battle. He sensed the surroundings with his mind, and after confirming that there was no one there, he began to explain the skills of gathering strength and extreme intention to Qin Feng.

Father Qin knew very well that if he wanted to comprehend something, he had to listen with his ears, see with his eyes, and think with his heart.

Therefore, I didn't just say it by mouth, but actually demonstrated it.

When he came to a secluded corner of the courtyard, Qin Jian'an stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the ground, but there was no movement. When the palm was moved away, there was an extra palm print on the hard granite surface.

"This is the result of the method of gathering strength."

After the words fell, the same palm was pressed on the ground, and the courtyard trembled slightly, and when he moved it away again, Qin Feng couldn't help staring his eyes wide.

Because what appeared at this moment was not the palm print, but a black hole the size of a pinhole in the center of the palm!