My wife is a sword god

Before leaving, Qin Feng held Huo Yuan's hand and was reluctant to let go.

"Master Qin, I know you can't bear to leave us, but everyone has things to do, and you have settled in Fengtian City now. We can meet again anytime." Huo Yuan comforted.

I can't bear to leave you. Qin Feng said in a deep voice: "It is agreed that I will give you a class. Later, I will buy a restaurant, and you will come to decorate it for me for free.

What? My class is over, you want to pretend that this has never happened?"

Huo Yuan's face froze: "How could it be, Master Qin, wait until you choose the location of your restaurant, you can come to find us."

"Words are not enough, I want a written agreement."

"With the reputation of the Divine Workshop and our previous relationship, there is no need to sign a written agreement."

"Hehe, you have so much work to do on weekdays. What if you are too busy to spare any manpower, then my class today will be in vain?

You must sign a written agreement!"

Huo Yuan had no choice but to agree.

Qin Feng put the document in his arms with satisfaction, and asked curiously: "Where is Mr. Yuan? Why didn't I see him today?"

"The old man is still tinkering with the moving city. The previous trip to Jinyang City opened his eyes. After returning, he has been staying on the fifth floor of the previous attic and has not come out."

"So that's the case. Mr. Yuan is really something. At such an old age, he doesn't know how to take care of rest. Then you go and get busy. I'll take Ningshuang away first." Qin Feng waved his hand and left.

On the fifth floor of the attic, the steaming stove was emitting white smoke. It was obviously the cold winter, but it was like a steamer here.

Mr. Yuanzhai sat cross-legged on the ground and put aside the course notes he had just recorded.

On his left hand side, the huge design drawing Bai Xuan almost filled one-third of the hall.

On the Bai Xuan, a huge moving city was vivid, and every detail inside had been marked in place, except for the word "power", which had a big question mark.

"I wanted to use the treasure to promote this city, but it's still a little unrealistic. I have to think about it again."

After a morning of teaching, the sun was high in the sky and it was time for lunch.

Qin Feng took Ning Shuang through several streets and found a crowded restaurant.

People in different places have different tastes. Although Qin Feng is very confident about hot pot, it is also necessary to find out the eating habits of local people in advance.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

He originally wanted to take Ning Shuang to the famous Zhaixing Tower in Fengtian City for dinner, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up the idea.

After all, Zhaixing Tower mainly targets high-end customers, and the guests are either dignitaries or royal relatives.

Wangyueju faces more ordinary people and businessmen.

Different customer groups naturally have different reference values.

After waiting for a while, Qin Feng and the others sat down at the hospitality of the waiter of the restaurant.

There are all kinds of dishes here. Qin Feng, who has just arrived, doesn't know what to order, so he asked the waiter to serve all the signature dishes.

This restaurant is quite unique. There is a high platform in the middle, and a storyteller is on the stage with a rich voice.

It is beautiful that people can listen to stories while eating.

"This is a good idea." Qin Feng nodded slightly. Isn't popularity and excitement what the restaurant needs most?

Moreover, he has lived for many more lives. The stories in his mind are so strange and varied that he will not worry about not attracting customers.

After eating and drinking, Qin Feng has a general understanding of the tastes of the people in Fengtian City.

The storyteller may be tired. He drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat and stopped telling stories. Instead, he casually mentioned some major events that happened in the four regions of Daqian.

This did not disappoint the people, but made them more excited.

After all, for these people, gossip and rumors are timeless after-dinner talk.

Fengtian City is the center of Daqian, and people come and go from all over the world, and the news spread is endless.

The storyteller mentioned the Ashura clan in the East Region, which is still unparalleled in combat power and makes people terrified.

The Rakshasa clan in the North Region, the women in it are all stunningly beautiful, but they all have thorns that can kill people.

The Garuda clan in the South Region has been resting since the battle of Zhenling Pass, and has recently made some moves again.

The demon king in the West Region is extremely powerful. In the past few years, he has occupied a lot of areas in succession, and the Demon Slayer Bureau has gradually been unable to suppress him.

The Tushan fox demon that can seduce people's souls, the huge Kunpeng that can cover the sky and the sun, and the dragon turtle that can overturn mountains and seas.

The phoenix fire burns thousands of hectares of forests, and the blue dragon roars and thunders in the sky.

Demons and ghosts have always been the main theme of this era, and the human race can only survive carefully in the cracks between them.

"Speaking of the South Region, there have been too many things happening recently. Since the establishment of Huarong Road, the demons in the South Region have become restless. The three great generals have never stopped to kill the powerful demons.

And some time ago, everyone must have heard about the Shuliang City corpse ghost disaster that made a lot of noise.

If it weren't for the arrival of the Lord of the Divine Spear, the consequences would be disastrous!

But perhaps you don't know that there is another person who has made an indispensable contribution to the resolution of the corpse ghost disaster."

The storyteller kept it a secret, and the people eating in the audience were immediately unhappy: "Who is it? You should tell me clearly!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, listen to me slowly, Liu Jianli, the pride of the Liu family, you must know.

Before the three great sword masters established the Sword Alliance, she stepped into the third rank of Shenwu and became the youngest sword god in history.

And the corpse ghost disaster in Shuliang City was able to survive safely because of..."

Someone in the audience asked: "Could it be that Liu Jianli also went there and fought with Lord Gun Immortal?"

The storyteller waved his finger and said: "No, no, it was her husband, the son of the second-class Fengguo general Qin family!"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, and Lan Ningshuang paused in her chopsticks.

"To say that this boy is really extraordinary, at such a young age, his cultivation in the literary sage tradition is not low.

His poetry attainments are even better than those of the world. Two months ago, a poem about a beauty was introduced into Fengtian City from the Baihua Valley in the southern region, which caused an uproar in the brothel.

Countless literati and poets regarded it as a classic, and declared that in the past thousand years, it would be difficult for poems praising people to surpass its brilliance. "

There were many people in the restaurant, and there were always some senior old prostitutes. A man dressed in rich clothes said excitedly: "I know, I know, the clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is gorgeous!

Even the most famous courtesan in the brothel would show a look of longing whenever she mentioned this poem.

There are even many courtesans who publicly stated that if the person who wrote this poem went to their courtyard, they would not charge a penny, just to spend a good night with that talented person! "

Is there such a good thing?

Qin Feng's eyes lit up. To be a courtesan in the brothel of Fengtian City, they must be top-notch beauties.

To sleep for one night, the cheapest would be nearly 100 taels of silver.

If you can get it for free, it would be too happy.

Just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly felt a murderous aura.

Turning his head to look, Lan Ningshuang's beautiful eyes did not blink, looking at him quietly.

Qin Feng immediately frowned and sighed: "The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not as good as before, these people are really vulgar. "