My wife is a sword god

Repeated days will always pass quietly between the fingers.

After successfully asking the elders to forge the sword, Qin Feng's life returned to its normal state.

Practice medicine, study, and accumulate literary talent.

If there is any change, it is that I go to the Demon Slayer Division to check in every day, and at night, I go to find a beautiful woman to cultivate feelings, talk about life, and talk about ideals.

But what made him feel a little confused was that for some reason, his wife was always very concerned about his cultivation progress during this period.

It's January, and the wind is freezing cold.

Qin Feng took Lan Ningshuang on the way to Tingyuxuan.

After the dragon veins of Jinyang City were manifested, he accumulated literary energy faster and faster. Now the ninth level of the divine sea is only the final step away from being filled.

According to his own estimation, he must be facing the test of asking questions today.

Regarding this test of conscience, the content recorded in the book is quite interesting.

Each Wen Sheng Taoist has a different understanding of questioning the mind, but without exception, no matter what the answer is, the Wen Sheng Taoist can successfully enter the Eighth Grade Ming state of mind.

It's as if this so-called asking one's mind is just a matter of situation.

Walking in Jinyang City, Qin Feng looked around.

Due to the arrival of the Shen Gongfang team, Jinyang City has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Not only are the streets spacious, but the city is also expanding outwards.

Ten days ago, as a white light shot into the sky, Jinyang City's protective barrier was also created, and the people in the city cheered.

After all, the establishment of a city protection barrier can make them live more securely in this dangerous world.

For them, living well is the most important thing.

It is worth mentioning that it was at that time that Zhen Tianyi and Yu Mei were summoned away by an imperial edict.

Qin Feng didn't think much about this. It was impossible for a divine general and a thirty-six star to stay in the same place all the time.

My second brother had been a prostitute for so long, and he had already made a lot of money by learning the art of swordsmanship.

Moreover, when Master Dao Kuang left, it was not that he left nothing behind.

It was a blade of energy that struck the sky above the courtyard of the Qin Mansion, capable of splitting the void and unable to dissipate.

It is like a crack on the surface of a smooth mirror. At first glance, it is very abrupt.

If you stare at it for a few times, it will be strange and shocking at the same time.

Even Liu Jianli stopped for a long time when he saw the sword energy.

"Have you recently gained anything from the sword energy left by Senior Dao Kuang?" Qin Feng asked, tilting his head.

During this period of time, in addition to her usual guard work, Lan Ningshuang was learning to control her energy with Liu Jianli in the lake pavilion.

And late at night, she would go to the courtyard of the Qin Mansion and quietly observe the sword energy.

Hearing this, Lan Ningshuang shook her head slightly: "The sword energy left by Senior Dao Kuang has many methods. When I comprehend it, I always feel that I have caught something.

But in the end, it seemed like I didn’t realize anything. "

The beauty sighed, quite frustrated.

Qin Feng comforted him: "Perhaps it's because you are studying the art of swordsmanship instead of the art of swordsmanship?"

"No, the lady told me that the spirit and intention of the divine weapon can be integrated, and even the moves can sometimes be used one at a time.

Come to think of it, I haven't been able to understand anything, maybe it's just because of my lack of talent. "

"How could it be? My second brother didn't understand anything from the sword energy. He has been taught by the sword mad senior for a long time.

The sword energy is so magical that it is naturally impossible to achieve it overnight. " Qin Feng said.

"My uncle doesn't know, but Xing Shenling and I can already feel that the second young master is not far away from the realm of the third level of the sword's heart." Lan Ningshuang showed an envious look.

I think that when she first came to the Qin Mansion, she was above her second brother in terms of cultivation and understanding of weapons.

But in the blink of an eye, he was surpassed by the other party.

Hearing this, Qin Feng opened his mouth, and after a moment, he couldn't help but sigh.

Indeed, there is no harm without contrast.

Someone else's child has become your own second brother. Who can you tell this bitterness to?

"Then why don't you let Miss Min teach you the artistic conception of Qi Dao? She has already entered the fifth level Ten Thousand Gods Realm of Sword Intent.

As a fellow swordsman, it should be more meaningful for her to guide you, right? "Qin Feng put forward his own suggestion.

However, when Lan Ningshuang heard this, she smiled helplessly: "The young lady once tried to guide me, but my uncle must also know about the young lady's talent.

Looking at Daqian for hundreds of years, no one can match it.

Therefore, her way of practice may not be suitable for most people. "

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and probably understood what the other party meant.

Just like in his previous life, when he asked his classmate a geometry problem, the top student just drew an auxiliary line and replied, "So you should know how to solve the problem, right?"

I know your sister

How can a genius understand the suffering of mortals?

Eliminate!

He began to feel some sympathy for Lan Ningshuang. The people around him were either geniuses or perverts.

Being in this kind of environment all year round, it’s normal to have self-doubt.

Oh, no, there is also a black charcoal head at the bottom.

Qin Feng glanced at the beauty next to him, feeling a little distressed. Then he looked around and suddenly saw a stall selling candied haws on the street.

Then he thought about it and stepped forward quickly.

"Boss, how do you sell candied haws on a stick?"

"Two cents a string."

The stall owner was a thin, rough-skinned middle-aged man with a simple and honest smile.

Next to him, there was a young man squatting, holding a branch and carving something on the ground.

Qin Feng took a look and smiled slightly. It turned out that he was practicing calligraphy.

He handed over eight coins and bought four strings of candied haws.

He handed one string to Lan Ningshuang. The moment the latter received the candied haws, her eyebrows curved like crescents, which was very beautiful.

But when Lan Ningshuang counted the number of candied haws, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and I don’t know what she thought of.

Qin Feng tasted a candied haws and praised: "Not bad, really sweet."

The honest man smiled and said: "These are all skills passed down from our ancestors, so they are naturally good."

Just then, the stall owner caught a glimpse of the child's actions, his smile faded, and he said unhappily: "Iron boy, what are you doing? I told you not to do these things!"

The young man raised his head after hearing this, and after seeing his father's expression, he reluctantly dropped the branch and wiped off the crooked handwriting on the ground with his palm.

Qin Feng was puzzled and said, "Since he likes to write, let him write. Why stop him?"

The stall owner said helplessly, "What's the use of reading and writing? In this world, it's better to keep fit instead of doing these things. At least you can run faster when you encounter danger in the future."

At this point, the stall owner shouted at the boy, "Why don't you go home to find your mother and learn how to make candied haws. At least you will have some means of making a living in the future.

When your father is gone, you won't starve to death."

The boy stood up, responded, and ran to one side of the street. Because he ran too fast, he was tripped by a stone and almost fell.

The honest middle-aged man saw it and said anxiously, "Slow down!"

At this time, Qin Feng noticed that there was a shocking scar on the side of the stall owner's patched pants, where the right leg was exposed.

The middle-aged man obviously noticed Qin Feng's eyes, and pulled up his trouser legs to cover the wound: "That night, the streets were full of monsters. Fortunately, I ran fast and hid in the innermost alley. I almost couldn't go back."

Is it the night of the Night Parade of Hundred Demons?

Qin Feng was a little moved, and whispered: "Those who survived a great disaster will have good fortune in the future."

The stall owner gave a thumbs up: "Young master, you can see that you are a cultured person. What you said is really good.

Now this small city has changed dramatically, isn't it time to enjoy it."

"I want all your candied haws." Qin Feng said, taking out a string of copper coins.

The stall owner kept thanking him and watched Qin Feng and the others leave.

The cold wind blew, he shook his body, glanced at the traces on the ground, and a little guilty look appeared in his eyes.