My wife is a sword god

At night, the lights in Wangyueju were bright and crowded. The white mist mixed with fragrance filled the whole restaurant, dispelling the cold of winter. Everyone present was sweating and enjoying the food.

This delicacy called hot pot really refreshed their cognition. It was not only delicious, but also very user-friendly!

In addition to charging a few coins for the bottom pot, you can choose what ingredients to add according to your own financial resources. Even ordinary people can order more soy products and vegetables to satisfy their taste buds.

Where have they seen such a way of eating before?

The waiter of Wangyueju was busy back and forth, without a moment's rest. Since they entered Wangyueju, there has never been a day as fulfilling as today!

There was still a long queue at the door of the restaurant. The waiting people looked at the hot scene in the restaurant. The curiosity and appetite in their hearts could no longer be suppressed, but no one noticed that the plaque at the door with a limit of 300 people had never been moved from beginning to end.

"Hasn't it our turn yet?"

"Soon, soon." Because of the shortage of manpower, Shopkeeper Peng personally went to the entrance to take charge. At this moment, he was already grinning from ear to ear, and his admiration for the young master was as endless as the blue sky of Daqian.

"The guests at table number three have paid their bills, please take your time, sir~" the waiter in the restaurant shouted, and Shopkeeper Peng hurriedly greeted the next batch of guests to take their seats.

The first floor is the general floor, which is the concept that Qin Feng instilled in everyone in Wangyueju. The second floor is the special floor, and the third floor is the elegant floor. Different nouns correspond to different guests.

As he explained before, the first floor has the largest area and is used to deal with ordinary people. It is mainly based on volume to ensure the basic profit of the restaurant.

The second floor is used to receive martial artists. The ingredients they order are mostly monster flesh and blood, which are more expensive, so they can naturally make more money.

As for the third floor, facing those powerful and wealthy businessmen, the bulk of the restaurant's profits, Qin Feng directly set a rule that if you want to eat on this floor, the single consumption must not be less than one or two silver taels, and this money is equivalent to one-third of the income of an ordinary family for a whole year!

But even so expensive, at this moment, the third floor of Wangyueju is still crowded with people wearing luxurious clothes.

For these people, money is not a problem. Being able to enter the third floor of Wangyueju has become a symbol of status, and it makes them feel superior.

And this is exactly what Qin Feng hopes to see.

"In just half a day, Wangyueju has been revived and overcrowded. Your kid's methods really open my eyes." On the second floor of Wangyueju, Shi Ziming's face was red from eating, especially the thing called tripe, which made him addicted and couldn't stop.

The colleagues of the Demon Slayer Division who were responsible for guest appearances today were also invited by Qin Feng. Tonight, the bills of these people will be paid by him, Mr. Qin.

Although he felt a little sad, Qin Feng felt that this was a necessary investment. As the saying goes, if you don't spend small money, you won't get big money.

The two of them chatted for a long time. Shi Ziming took a sip of wine and suddenly sighed: "The food is really good. Even in Fengtian City, there may not be such delicious food.

It's a pity."

He shook the wine glass: "This wine is indeed a little worse. If this wine is better, it will be perfect."

Qin Feng lowered his head and pondered after hearing this. He had already had an idea about brewing wine, but he just lacked an opportunity and a winemaker he could trust.

This matter must be done, but it is not urgent, and it has to be slowed down.

On the other side, in the imperial capital Fengtian City, Tang Hongyun, the Minister of War, has not been to court for many days and announced to the outside world that he was seriously ill.

Emperor Mingde sent people to express his condolences and learned a shocking news that Tang Xuan, the eldest son of the Tang family, had his soul-pulling lamp extinguished and had died!

After Tang Hongyun found out, he was shocked and fainted. After waking up, he became ill due to depression.

In the bedroom, Tang Hongyun, with a haggard face, was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Next to him stood a handsome young man in purple.

"Dad, Emperor Mingde has asked the high-level Taoists of the Hundred Ghosts to search for the Soul-pulling Lamp. The scene before my brother's death was dark, and death was only a moment. They suspect that my brother accidentally entered the territory of a powerful demon ghost that derived spatial magical powers and died unfortunately." This purple-clothed young man was Tang Fei, the illegitimate son of the Tang family born to Tang Hongyun's concubine!

Hearing this, Tang Hongyun opened his eyes and slowly stood up: "To please the third prince, I traveled thousands of miles to provoke the Liu family. How could I give birth to such a fool."

He coughed a few times, looking like he was disappointed with his son.

"Dad, do you mean that my brother's death is related to the Liu family?"

"Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter anymore. In this world, there are many ways to make someone die without being noticed." Tang Hongyun said coldly.

"Dad, is that what you mean?"

Tang Hongyun didn't say anything, but a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Unknowingly, seven days had passed. During these seven days, Qin Feng could be said to have not stopped for a single minute.

Not only did he have to check the accounts of the restaurant and distribute food every day, he also had to read books in Tingyuxuan to accumulate literary energy.

But what troubled him was that after the Wensheng Daotong reached the eighth level, the advancement speed was obviously much slower. Even after reading books for seven days and reading many books, the literary energy he absorbed still failed to fill the first step of the Tiantai in the Shenhai, and even did not reach one-third of it.

He couldn't help but start to wonder if he was going in the wrong direction.

Qin Feng was thinking while strolling around the mansion, and suddenly heard bursts of golden sounds.

Looking for the sound, I saw my second brother sparring with Xing Sheng in the yard. Compared with the last time, this time the second brother was much more mature and more comfortable fighting.

Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the battlefield. The blood in the second brother's body was obviously richer than before, and the amount of energy was also greater.

It seems that the medicinal bath and blood pills in the past few days have taken effect.

This is the power of money!

"Brother, you are here." Qin An put away the narrow blade in his hand.

"Son-in-law." Xing Sheng nodded and greeted.

Qin Feng walked up and asked with a smile: "Black Charcoal Head, has my second brother made any progress?"

Xing Sheng's mouth twitched unconsciously, and then he replied: "The second young master is gifted, making rapid progress, and has unlimited prospects.

And if I am not mistaken, the second young master's sword intent is about to enter the Chongyue realm."

"So fast?" Qin Feng was a little surprised. This was half a month faster than he had expected. In this case

Qin Feng turned his head and said to Qin An: "Then it's time to tell you about the second stage of Tiangang Yuanzhan."

Qin An was excited when he heard this.

Xing Sheng's eyes were full of curiosity. Although the son-in-law saw the shortcomings of the Yubing Jue at a glance last time, he still wanted to see how the son-in-law, as a literary saint, could teach the martial arts moves of the Shenwu warrior.

Qin Feng walked into the yard, broke off a branch, and then began to draw a human figure blade on the ground.

Qin An immediately walked up to observe and learn carefully.

Xing Sheng looked over and was shocked. Not only was his son-in-law as discerning as a torch, he was also a master of poetry and painting.

This figure-shaped sword drawing can really be described as lifelike!

Qin Feng was also a little shocked. After entering the eighth rank, he obviously felt that his mind was clearer and he could easily retrieve his memory.

In a short while, the second stage of the Tiangang Yuanzhan move diagram was completed.

After Qin An finished watching, he pondered for a long time, and then began to follow the move diagram, but after swinging the sword three times, his moves were no different from those shown in the drawing.

Xing Sheng stood aside all the time, saying nothing, with surprise in his eyes. For a warrior, martial arts moves are just the surface. It is not difficult to learn, but it is rare for someone to learn so quickly like the second son.

But this is not enough. If you want to master a martial art, moves are only secondary. The most important thing is the method of energy flow.

As expected, Qin Feng began to tell Qin An about the Qi method of Tiangang Yuanzhan.

After telling him, Qin Feng said: "Second brother, you should integrate the Qi method into the moves and perform the sword technique a few more times.

If there is any problem, I will correct it for you."

"Then I will trouble you, big brother." Qin An picked up the sword and began to swing it, and the sound of breaking the wind was endless.