My wife is a sword god

The next day, Qin Feng left the Qin Mansion and came to Tingyu Pavilion.

The old man was still lying on the rattan chair as before, with a jar of wine at hand, relaxed and comfortable.

"Stinky boy, after going out for a trip, you have been slacking off in your practice." As soon as the two met, the old man started to scold.

Even though they became master and apprentice, the old man's bad mouth still did not change.

After a simple greeting, he stepped into Tingyu Pavilion and looked around.

He did not see the long-legged figure.

"Twenty days after leaving Jinyang City, Miss Cang has not returned yet?"

Qin Feng sighed and began to flip through books to find content related to the formation.

It is worth mentioning that after he entered the seventh-grade righteousness realm, the literary energy he absorbed again would be assimilated by the purple righteousness in the sea of ​​​​gods.

This saves a lot of effort compared to the martial arts of condensing blood and qi into energy.

After staying in Tingyu Pavilion for a day, he flipped through many books. Although there were many books about formations, none of them provided him with ideas related to the gathering spirit formation.

Seeing that it was getting late, Qin Feng sighed and decided to give up for now. After all, he still had to observe the celestial phenomena at night to find the star that would promote him to the sixth-grade Gua Fate Realm.

Outside the attic, the old man saw him shaking his head and sighing, and asked, "What's wrong, little brat?"

Qin Feng did not hide the fact that he wanted to change the Ju Yin Array.

"The Ju Yin Array was changed to the Ju Ling Array? Do you want to help Jian Li collect spiritual energy and help her enter the second-grade realm?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

Qin Feng touched his head and agreed.

The old man smiled and said, "You are brave enough to covet the spiritual energy of the dragon vein land.

The idea is good and it is indeed feasible."

"Really? Master, how should I do it?" Qin Feng said excitedly.

"There is a book "Array Interpretation" in Tingyuxuan, you should have read it."

Qin Feng nodded.

The old man said slowly: "In the art of formation, it is important to have the right time, right place, and right people. Once you master one, you will be able to master everything.

The Yin Gathering Formation uses the positions of the four directions and the eight trigrams to gather Yin Qi with Yin Qi as the guide.

Then the Spirit Gathering Formation is nothing more than changing the guide."

Qin Feng understood instantly: "Master, do you mean to change the guide of the Yin Gathering Formation from Yin Qi to Spirit Qi?"

"Yes."

"But, Spirit Qi is too scarce in the world. Where can I find Spirit Qi as the guide?"

You know, he has never seen what Spirit Qi looks like!

The old man smiled meaningfully: "Since you have this idea, you know that spiritual energy will be born in the land of dragon veins.

The reason why these spiritual energies are not discovered by outsiders is that the Dragon-Suppressing Monument absorbs all of them.

In this case, you can find an opportunity to intercept some of them before the Dragon-Suppressing Monument absorbs them.

In this way, the problem of the primer is solved, isn't it?"

"Master said it lightly, but how easy is it?"

"This is the problem you have to solve yourself." The old man crossed his legs and spoke again: "However, I can give you an idea.

The dragon veins are born underground. If the Dragon-Suppressing Monument wants to absorb spiritual energy, it must follow the direction of the dragon veins.

So the construction of the Dragon-Suppressing Monument is quite particular, not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Qin Feng heard this and thought about it.

The implication of the old man's words is that the place where the Dragon-Suppressing Monument is built is not randomly designated.

He suddenly thought of the time when the group of scroll kings in the Divine Workshop were building the Dragon-Suppressing Tower, and there were many people distributed around Jinyang City to start construction on the streets.

Originally, he thought that those people were expanding Jinyang City, or building a city defense barrier.

But now, it seems that those actions are very likely related to the Dragon-Suppressing Monument!

They want to confirm the direction of the dragon vein so that the Dragon-Suppressing Monument can better absorb spiritual energy!

Thinking of this, Qin Feng's eyes lit up. As long as he could clearly know where those scroll kings had worked, he might be able to find a way to successfully intercept the spiritual energy.

Moreover, after knowing the direction of the dragon vein, if he can successfully build a spirit gathering array in the future, he will be more confident in leading the spiritual energy into the Qin Mansion!

While happy, Qin Feng said with some worry: "But Master, the Great Qian Emperor ordered the Divine Workshop to build Dragon-Suppressing Monuments in various Tianchengs to absorb spiritual energy. There must be a purpose.

If I really build a spirit gathering array and attract the spiritual energy here, will it attract the people of the imperial capital to find out and cause trouble?"

"Are you still worried about getting into trouble? I thought that you must be fearless if you dare to come up with such an idea." The old man said sarcastically.

"Or, forget it?" Qin Feng said weakly.

Although he wanted to help his wife improve her cultivation, he could not ignore the safety of his family. This was his bottom line.

The old man waved his hand and said, "The dragon veins are different in different places, and the spiritual energy that can be produced is naturally more or less.

As long as you don't take away all the spiritual energy here, who can know how much spiritual energy there is here?"

Qin Feng suddenly realized, he looked at the old man, and said with admiration from the bottom of his heart: "Sure enough, I still have a lot to learn from my master."

Let alone the immortal method he had been thinking about before, the old man's cunningness alone is enough for him to learn for a lifetime.

In the Baihua Valley, in the courtyard with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

"Feilan, why did you run away from home again? The matter in Jinyang City has obviously come to an end, why do you keep rushing there?"

Cangmu, wearing a black dress, lay lazily on the bench, with her light blue eyes looking at the woman with a black scarf not far away.

It was Miss Cang whom Qin Feng had not seen for a long time!

Cang Feilan frowned slightly when she heard this: "When auntie said this, you might as well think about yourself first."

The two people in the family who gave the old man the most headaches were her and this auntie.

She was not young at all, but she had not married yet.

It was not easy for their family to give birth to offspring, so how could they waste their time like this?

"You can't worry about auntie's affairs, you should think more about your sweetheart." Cangmu sat up, and the eyes revealed in the black scarf seemed to be smiling.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Cang Feilan's light blue eyes flashed a trace of embarrassment, but she quickly restrained it.

"Your temper is exactly the same as your mother's. You like her very much, but you just won't admit it verbally.

When the family reached an agreement with the one in Fengtian City and arranged for you to go to Jinyang City, you were very reluctant.

Now that the matter is over, you can leave, but you insist on going back.

Apart from being concerned about your lover, what other reasons can there be?" Cangmu hit the nail on the head.

"I guess my aunt sleeps too long on weekdays, and her mind is confused, so she speaks without restraint.

Since there is nothing special to explain, I will leave first." After saying this, Cang Feilan was about to leave, but was stopped again.

"Before you leave, you might as well take a look at this." Cangmu waved his hand and a blank paper fell on the table.

Cang Feilan looked at it, and her beautiful eyes widened, her eyes shining.

She had never seen such a touching poem by a beautiful woman, and immediately had a desire to take it for herself.

However, as soon as this idea came into her mind, Cangmu took back the blank paper.

"Nizi, how could I not know what you are thinking? Stop, this poem is mine."

"Tsk."

A faint sound came from under the black scarf.