My wife is a sword god

In an attic surrounded by white mist and flowers, incense curls up.

At a glance, the floor is paved with white jade, and the beams are made of expensive fragrant wood. Even the screens and scrolls on them are all painted by famous figures in the imperial capital.

At this moment, two beauties were sitting opposite each other in the attic, sipping scented tea.

The one on the left is a woman wearing pink clothes. Her hair is tied with black hair on top of her head and fixed with golden steps in the shape of a phoenix.

She had narrow eyes, a high nose bridge, and plump lips. The colorful clothes that covered her figure actually looked a little tight on her body.

This is a well-established beauty, with a different kind of charm in her every move and gesture, which is fascinating.

And she is the leader of Baihua Sect, Jiang Yexin!

On the other side, there is a woman wearing a black skirt, with black hair falling down like a waterfall, covering her plump buttocks sitting cross-legged.

Her face was covered by a black scarf, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but from her prominent silhouette, it could still be seen that she was a complete beauty.

Especially those eyes, with a light blue light like ice, which is amazing.

Her name is Cang Mu, and she is the shopkeeper behind many jewelry shops and rouge and gouache shops in Baihua Valley, and Baodie Xuan is also one of her assets.

Jiang Yexin picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and spoke softly, with a soft voice: "Wanjian Sect has not been peaceful recently. It has closed the door to thank guests, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at will."

Cang Mu stretched out lazily, revealing her plump figure. She didn't take it seriously and replied calmly: "It's just that Liu Jianli went back and wanted to open the seal of the hegemony of heaven and earth."

"I see. The night before, the thunder on the top of Xingyue Peak was also because of this?"

Cang Mu didn't reply and stared at Jiang Yexin, making the latter feel quite uncomfortable.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Jiang Yexin couldn't bear it and asked curiously.

"That thunder is because the Purple Lightning Divine Gun, the sword of the Sword Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, was born. They will use it as the base to build the Ten Thousand Swords Sword Formation to help Liu Jianli survive the catastrophe.

Also, Ye Xin, if you want to ask about Yue Hexuan, just be direct and don't beat around the bush like this.

I don’t want to be like this when facing my niece, and I still don’t want to be like this when facing you. "

"Why are you asking about Yue Hexuan when you have nothing to do?" Jiang Yexin's expression remained unchanged and she took another sip of tea.

"Xingyue Peak is that guy's sword peak. You heard people say that there is a thunderous thunder there, so you came here to ask me specifically because you were worried that something was wrong with him.

You look just like my niece.

You are obviously asking about things related to your sweetheart, but you have to pretend as if nothing has happened. Do you really think that everyone else is a fool? "Cang Mu covered his mouth and yawned.

Though her mind was broken, Jiang Yexin remained calm and composed, and directly changed the subject: "I heard you mentioned before that your niece settled in a remote town by the order of the family. How did you meet her?"

"The matter there is over, and her family members are urging her to go back quickly, but Na Nizi is probably unwilling to leave because she has a sweetheart there.

I was ordered by my family to contact her and ask her to go back and visit the old man to avoid anything happening. "Cang Mu shook the tea cup, then raised his right hand, covered his face with his sleeve, and drank all the scented tea.

Jiang Yexin nodded: "No wonder you weren't here a few days ago.

Then again, the rule in your family is that before a woman leaves the court, her true appearance can only be seen by her future husband.

But I'm just a woman. In front of me, you can just lift up your face and be casual. Why go to all the trouble of drinking tea. "

Cang Mu put down the tea cup and said leisurely: "I was born too beautiful. I'm afraid that when you see my true face, you will fall in love with me and forget about the lover in Wanjian Sect.

In this case, I will feel guilty. "

Jiang Yexin's eyelids twitched, and after a moment, she exhaled and spat.

Not long after, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairs.

The girl who was guarding the door came running out of breath and said excitedly: "Sect Master, there is another poem in Yating that caused 80% of the flowers to bloom."

"Huh?" Jiang Yexin was stunned for a moment, then tapped the void with her finger, and the picture in Yating immediately appeared. This can also be regarded as the function of Yating's treasure, which can be projected from a distance.

In the picture, a poem scroll floated up, and within a moment it was as high as the previous poem crown.

She read it carefully and couldn't help but admired: "I didn't expect that after so many years, I saw another excellent work."

Looking at the beauty in black dress in front of her, she saw her lying lazily on the table with no intention of raising her head. Jiang Yexin couldn't help but curiously asked: "Don't you usually like these things involving literary style the most?

There is a great work coming out today, but why do you think you are not interested at all? "

"Come on, the elegant court of your Hundred Flowers Sect must not have any appreciation ability. The poems that can be selected are just things that can be barely read at best."

Jiang Yexin understood that the other party had something to say. The young man who wrote the poem could not even activate the glass lamp in the Baodie Pavilion.

"I know you have high vision, but you don't think about it. Daqian poetry has been weak for a long time. It is really not easy to produce such a masterpiece.

You must know that even among those who came from Haowen Court in the imperial capital, only a few people could leave their own poems in the elegant courtyard. "

"Ha." Cang Mu disapproved and sneered. As far as she was concerned, the scholars in Haowen Academy were just a group of mediocre people. They couldn't write poetry.

But at this moment, in the void projection, the people around Yating suddenly became commotion, and they heard an exclamation: "Oh my god, this... these flowers are all blooming!"

Hearing this movement, the two beauties looked at each other.

I saw a riot of colors and colors, and the stamens of each flower were glowing with color, which was dazzling!

"It's really all opened. Who is this person? He has such ability?" Jiang Yexin looked surprised, but when she saw the young master in Tsing Yi with the same shocked expression in the void projection, she understood instantly.

The person who caused ten percent of the flowers in Yating to bloom was not this young master at all!

Suddenly, in the Baihua Valley, there were golden words like shooting stars, streaking across the night sky, falling into the elegant courtyard, and then forming poems in the void.

Everyone looked at the hanging golden poem and couldn't help but widen their eyes and take a breath.

They had never seen such poems before, and they only felt their heartbeats speeding up and their breathing stagnating. Even if they exhausted all the words of praise in their minds, they could not describe the beauty of this poem.

"Who is it? Who wrote this poem?" This is the answer that everyone here wants to know!

Jiang Yexin thought about the direction where the golden words jumped out, and the beauty in the black dress who was listless before stood up and disappeared into the attic.

"Sect Master." The girl who came to report was a little at a loss.

"Let's go to Baodie Pavilion!"

Qin Feng glanced at the poem that jumped out of the window and didn't pay much attention to it.

Because in front of him, the glazed lamp holding the hosta had been slowly opened, and a burst of white mist dispersed like water mist, which clearly showed how extraordinary this hosta was!

The girl leading the way was still immersed in the previous poem and couldn't extricate herself. It wasn't until Qin Feng spoke that she came back to her senses.

"The glass cup has been opened. Can I take the hosta?"

"Ah? Well." The girl nodded blankly. He had just written a masterpiece, but his expression didn't change and he only cared about the hosta?

Hearing this, Qin Feng quickly reached out to pick up the hosta. He felt a coolness where he started, which made people feel quite comfortable.

He originally wanted to incorporate the hosta into the Sumeru Ring, but found that it couldn't be accommodated!

It can be seen that this hosta is a treasure of high quality!

Qin Feng was secretly happy in his heart, but he quietly put the hosta into his arms, and said calmly to Hei Tantou beside him: "Now that we have the hosta, let's go."

"Ah? Oh, okay, uncle." Hei Tantou was also a little dazed.

The two of them were about to leave.

When the girl saw this, she reacted and said hurriedly: "Master, are you leaving now?"

"What? Do you want to regret it?" Qin Feng frowned.

"Of course that's not what you meant. It's just that you just made such a poem. Don't you want to stay here and wait for the people from Baihua Sect to find it and let everyone know that the poem was written by you?

For a scholar, this is a great honor. "

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and waved his hand: "No need, I have always been indifferent to fame and wealth, and I don't care about these false reputations."

Of course, the most important thing is to get this treasure. He doesn't want too many people to know about it, and he is also afraid that the shopkeeper of Baodiexuan will regret it after he comes over.

When the girl heard this, she was extremely shocked. This young man was completely different from the scholars she had met before. No wonder he could write such a shocking work!

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the girl summoned up the courage to ask, "Can you tell me, sir, who is the person written in this poem?"

Qin Feng paused and replied with a smile: "Of course she is my wife."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The girl was left alone, stunned in place.