My wife is a sword god

Qin Feng exhaled as his consciousness left the divine sea.

The nine steps have disappeared, but the platform for asking the mind is still there.

The words he said before were like inscriptions engraved on the heart-asking platform.

The figure who looked like him smiled and said, "Don't forget what you said today."

As soon as the words fell, the shadow turned into white smoke and disappeared into the Heart-Questing Platform.

Qin Feng even had a guess that the shadow might be a reflection of his inner self.

Re-examine yourself.

"The cultural energy in my body has obviously grown a lot, and I now feel that my mind is extremely clear."

The white inches on the fingertips gathered together, and then the Haotian Mirror appeared.

The effects of these two literary skills are obviously much stronger than those at the ninth level.

Especially with Bai Cun's literary skills, when he exerted all his strength to stimulate his literary energy, the white needle could no longer be regarded as a needle, but was like a dagger about a foot long.

Qin Feng groped his chin and was very satisfied with Bai Cun's writing skills. Suddenly he seemed to have discovered something and sighed: "Unfortunately, it's still too thin."

"Have you entered the eighth rank of Literary Saint?" A crisp voice sounded in my ears, with undisguised joy and excitement in his tone.

Qin Feng looked for his voice, and Miss Cang came to him at some point. Her light blue eyes were breathtaking, looking at him unblinkingly.

The black scarf covered her beautiful face, but it still couldn't cover up the Cang girl's graceful appearance.

If you lift the veil, what kind of stunning appearance will you have?

After thinking for only a moment, Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and then showed an excited expression: "I have finally entered the eighth-level Ming state of mind!"

Then he opened his arms, as if he wanted to give her a hug and express his joy.

But it was a pity that after Cang Feilan saw this action, the tips of her fair ears quickly turned a touch of pink, and then she subconsciously took a step back.

She was a little wary and said uncomfortably: "What are you going to do?"

After failing, Qin Feng turned his head and slapped his mouth, then turned around and pretended to apologize: "Sorry, I just entered the eighth-level Ming state of mind, and I was too excited for a while."

"Be more careful next time." Cang Feilan replied lightly, then turned around, but there was a trace of regret and regret in her eyes.

The two chatted casually and slowly walked down the stairs.

When she was about to walk out of Tingyuxuan, Cang Feilan suddenly said: "The candied haws on a stick is delicious and very sweet."

In fact, she only ate one and kept the rest just like the previous candies.

But she won't tell this secret.

Qin Feng smiled and said: "If you like to eat, I will bring it to you next time."

"Okay." There was a hint of joy in the cold voice.

Old Man Baili glanced at the two people who came out and said: "Hey, you have entered the eighth level of Literary Sage. So-so, at least people can take a look at you."

When Qin Feng heard this, veins jumped in his forehead and his fists were clenched.

The joy of improving one's realm and the comfort of talking to Miss Cang disappeared in an instant.

This bad old man has a really bad mouth.

"What should I say? Now that you have entered the eighth rank of Literary Saint, shouldn't you also worship me as your teacher?

Hiss, I have been suffering from backache recently and my body is getting worse day by day. It is really time to find a filial disciple to share some of my burdens with me. "The old man thumped his shoulders and said this.

Apprenticeship? Okay, this bad old man usually hates me, but he still cares about this matter and wants to take advantage of me?

Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "This piece of rotten wood, junior, still needs to be polished by the world, so I won't bother the seniors with carving it.

When I grow up in the future, I will come to worship you as my teacher. "

Upon hearing this, Old Man Baili took out his ears and blew away the dirt on them: "I didn't say I wanted to carve you, did I?"

Qin Feng's eyes widened.

This bad old man's wolfish ambition has been exposed. He doesn't even try to hide it. He just wants to be a coolie for nothing?

I bother!

Qin Feng didn't even bother to answer. He snorted coldly and wanted to turn around and leave.

But at this time, under Lan Ningshuang's shocked gaze, Cang Feilan on the side stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve and glanced at the bad old man.

Qin Feng looked confused when he saw this, what did Miss Cang mean?

"Apprenticeship." Two soft words came out from under the black scarf. Cang Feilan kept signaling with her eyes, as if she didn't want him to miss this opportunity.

"Miss Cang, this" Qin Feng showed hesitation. Even the beauty's suggestion made him feel a little resistant.

He turned his head and looked at the old man lying on the wicker chair, still picking his ears there, looking very happy, as if he didn't care at all what they were saying.

Look at this slovenly appearance. If you worship the other person as your teacher, wouldn't you make yourself suffer?

"However, as proud as Cang girl is, she wants me to worship the old man as my teacher. What is the identity of this old man?"

Qin Feng had made many guesses about the old man, but it was really difficult for him to associate the person in front of him with those illusory experts.

"If the old man can guard a treasure like Ting Yuxuan, his identity behind it must not be simple.

But it is also very possible that he is just a doorman for the big boss.

Becoming a disciple is a lifelong matter, but it should not be taken carelessly and must be thought twice before committing.

As for Miss Cang, we can only let her down first. "

Qin Feng wanted to understand the stakes, so he wanted to find an excuse to pass on the matter of apprenticeship.

But at this moment, he glanced at the old man's right hand that was picking out his ear, and his eyes suddenly widened with a look of surprise.

There was a small amount of white mist floating on the fingertips of the old man's right hand!

And this mist was blown away by the old man in the blink of an eye!

"It's an immortal method - looking at flowers in the mist!" Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the horror in his heart could not be increased.

"This old man was lying to me before. He is the mysterious boss who uses magic!"

It's hateful that you would lie to an innocent scholar. Wouldn't your conscience hurt?

But no matter what, you have to hold on to this thigh!

Qin Feng glanced at the wine bowl on the ground next to the wicker chair. It was empty and there was still half a bowl of wine in it.

Then, taking advantage of the wine bowl's unpreparedness, he moved his right foot forward.

With a soft sound, the wine bowl overturned and the wine spilled on the floor.

He pretended to apologize: "I didn't notice there was a wine bowl here!

Master, don't feel bad, I still have some fine wine hidden here, I'll fill it up for you. "

While speaking, Immortal Zui had already taken out the Sumeru Ring.

Within a moment, the wine bowl was filled and Qin Feng offered it with both hands.

This move made Lan Ningshuang's beautiful eyes widen.

Cang Feilan also showed a strange expression.

With their strength, how could they not see Qin Feng's little moves?

Moreover, one moment he was reluctant to become a disciple, but the next moment he even claimed to be a disciple? !

"Sister-in-law." Lan Ningshuang turned her head away unbearably.

The old man on the wicker chair took the wine bowl and looked at Qin Feng with a faint smile: "Your shameless appearance suits my taste very well."

Qin Feng coughed dryly when he heard this, and his face turned slightly red: "Master, you are so complimentary."

The old man suddenly sighed: "A pedantic person who enters the court as an official cannot defeat the treacherous ministers of the court.

People who are too upright often struggle to lead troops in war.

Perhaps only a scholar like you can open up a new situation. "

Um?

Qin Feng's face froze, was he being said to be cunning?

Familiar with it, if you say this, I will still sue you for defamation.

Then, he smiled back: "Master is right."

"Well, I'm getting older, and I just feel tired when I think about this. By the way, why are my shoulders so sore again?"

Qin Feng hurriedly stepped forward: "Disciple, come and rub it for you."

The old man squinted his eyes and showed an expression of enjoyment: "You have a sharp eye."

He looked up at the night sky, where there was a waning moon, stars dotted, and a cloudless sky.

"It's going to change."

"Changing the sky?" Qin Feng and the others were curious and looked up, but couldn't see any clues.