My wife is a sword god

"Dad! How did you get in here?" The second brother exclaimed in surprise, attracting everyone's attention.

Qin Jianan's face turned red and white, and he felt a little embarrassed: "Shh, keep your voice down, keep your voice down!"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Hundreds of ghosts invaded the city, and dangers are everywhere. We are still worried about your safety.

I didn't expect that Dad would have such leisure and elegance to come to this romantic place and be with beautiful women.

I really envy him."

Ya'an and others looked at him sideways, and Liu Jianli turned his head slightly and looked at him.

". It really makes me and my second brother ashamed!

If the second mother knew about your visit to the brothel, what would you think would happen?!" Qin Feng spoke righteously, but he was thinking in his heart that fortunately he reacted quickly and almost said what was in his heart.

Feeling the scrutiny and contempt of the crowd, Qin Jianan immediately explained: "Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!"

Then, he roughly described the reason for leaving the brothel.

"Dad means that the dropped money bag happened to fall near here, and when he wanted to go back, he almost ran into a demon.

Have no choice but to hide in the brothel?" The second brother extracted the key point, his tone half-believing and half-doubting.

"Is there such a coincidence in the world?" Qin Feng sneered.

Qin Jianan saw that everyone didn't believe him, and he wanted to make a dying struggle.

Just at this moment, half of the body of a pretty girl in purple clothes came out of the brothel.

Qin Feng had an impression of this woman, mainly because she had an all-embracing mind.

The purple-clothed girl moved carefully and looked a little nervous. She asked in a trembling voice: "Master, is the danger in the city over?"

Dad turned around and said: "It shouldn't be much danger, don't worry."

Hearing this, the purple-clothed girl breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and set off a storm.

The eyes of all the men present were inadvertently attracted by her.

Ya'an sneered at the sight, and the three Shenwu warriors reacted the fastest and quickly retracted their sight.

Qin Feng's reaction was slightly inferior. He only hated that he was a scholar and suffered a loss in this regard. Liu Jianli should not have noticed it, right?

When thinking about this, he looked down at the beauty in the wheelchair and did not see her make any movements.

Fortunately, fortunately. Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay." The purple-clothed girl smiled slightly and said, "Master Qin, the sisters are all scared tonight, and the brothel should be temporarily closed for a while.

If there is a chance next time, come to our place to relax."

After the voice fell, the purple-clothed girl waved her hand and closed the wooden door.

"This" Qin Jianan opened his mouth, and this time he really had no way to defend himself.

"Dad, you are still as good as ever. If it were me, I would never have such courage." Qin Feng spat, took the opportunity to establish the image of a good man in front of Liu Jianli, and then pushed the wheelchair and slowly left.

The second brother hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Dad, you should think about how to explain to mom when you go back."

Wang Xu and the other two cast sympathetic eyes. They were all old men, and at this moment they actually felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

But after a glance at Ya'an, they withdrew their gazes with a clear position and left quickly.

Outside the brothel, soon only Qin Jianan's lonely and desolate figure was left.

When everyone returned to the Qin Mansion, the second mother naturally knew about this matter very quickly. It is worth mentioning that it was Qin Feng who reported it.

Dad and the second mother argued for a long time, and no one knew the details.

But there was one thing Qin Feng could be sure of, that dad slept in the guest room again.

It was late at night. Previously, there was a night parade of hundreds of ghosts. Except for the people of the Demon Slayer Division who patrolled at night, no other figures could be seen on the street.

Even the night watchman was absent from work and shivered in his own bed.

Any movement outside the window would make the people in the house frightened and unable to sleep well.

At the entrance of Tingyuxuan, the old man Baili was snoring and suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the end of the dark street, where two figures walked.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a solid body and a thin face, with a fine beard, black and white hair, a gray outer robe, and a black bandage wrapped under his open clothes.

Next to him was a handsome young man, dressed in white, with a headband on his head and a wooden box on his back.

The old man Baili asked: "How can the famous Siming of the Southern Region have time to come to such a remote place?"

It turned out that this middle-aged man with a thin face was the Siming of the Southern Region Demon Slaying Division, Yan Zhou, who was known as the Southern Dragon!

"I felt an unusual breath when I passed by here. I thought it was a demon ghost causing trouble, so I thought of solving it by the way and stretching my muscles. But now it seems unnecessary." Yan Zhou said with a chuckle.

"Heh." The old man didn't care.

The young man in white didn't like the old man's attitude, frowned, turned his head and snorted. He knew the old man's identity, so he didn't dare to act rashly, but the young man's heart was not concealed.

The old man looked at the young man and blurted out: "Bingwu Lijia has produced a good seedling in this generation. At a young age, he can use the ghost weapon sword box that has been lost for a hundred years."

The young man in white was Lijia. His surname was Li and his name was Luo. When he heard the old man's praise, his dissatisfaction in his heart faded away, replaced by a face full of complacency.

In Daqian, it is a great honor to be praised by the old man.

Seeing this, the old man Baili raised his eyebrows: "It's a pity that you were born in the wrong era. In the past thousand years of Daqian, the number one swordsman was too brilliant. You can only be ranked second at best."

Li Luo heard this and asked with wide eyes: "Who is he?!"

The young man did not question the old man's words, so he only asked the man's name.

The old man Baili did not hide it, but just smiled and replied "the girl of the Liu family".

"Liu Jianli?!" Li Luo's voice suddenly increased, but it did not spread more than ten feet away.

The inexplicable power had already enveloped this place, and others could not see or hear it.

Li Luo naturally knew the name of Liu Jianli. Since he was born, the woman that his family compared him with the most was this woman.

If the old man said any other name, the young man might not be convinced, and even wanted to find the other party to compete with him to see who has more superb swordsmanship and stronger talent!

But Liu Jianli, he was convinced.

Thinking back then, Bingwu Lijia had asked the Wanjian Sect for a sword, and it was Li Luo who made the move!

When the Ghost Soldier Sword Box came out, the younger generation of the Wanjian Sect had to avoid its edge, and no one was his opponent. At that time, he could be said to be in the limelight!

Until that woman appeared.

The other party didn't even draw his sword, but only used one finger to knock him off the sword-mounting platform, and then turned and left gracefully!

It was also that day that made Li Luo restrain his arrogance and know what it means to be better than others.

"But didn't she fail to survive the proof of hegemony of heaven and earth?" Li Luo asked absentmindedly.