My wife is a sword god

Qin Feng was lying on the bed, his hands and feet were tightly tied, and two pieces of cloth, one black and one white, were stuffed in his mouth.

Qin An said that the reason why he fortified Baibu was because he was afraid that his eldest brother would become mad and bite his tongue to commit suicide.

The second mother thought it made sense, but felt that the white cloth was not tight enough, so she stuffed it with an extra black cloth.

Qin Jian'an originally wanted to stuff another piece, but after several attempts, he found that it really couldn't fit anymore, so he could only shake his head sadly, as if he, the head of the family, had been outclassed.

Qin Feng was extremely uncomfortable on the bed, and could only keep struggling. The gray-haired Dr. Song was still checking the whites of his eyes, and his upper body was also covered with silver needles of different lengths. Looks like a hedgehog.

Qin Feng was full of grievances, but he couldn't express his pain, so he could only vent his anger on the Wenqi Waterfall in the Divine Sea!

He clearly saw that the waterfall was filled with Wen Qi, and he also clearly saw the white light suddenly appearing in the waterfall, but why did the Wen Qi suddenly shrink to one-tenth of its original size?

Doesn’t this mean that if you want to truly fill the waterfall, you need to memorize at least 90,000 more books?

What a joke!

No wonder there are few people in Daqian who study Wen Sheng Taoism. Memorizing 10,000 books by heart takes at least ten years. Memorizing 100,000 books is so memorizing that half of one foot has to step into the coffin board. good!

After complaining in his heart, Qin Feng calmed down. Anyway, he has these eyes, and it will only take more than ten days to memorize 90,000 volumes of books.

The problem now is that he has memorized all the books in the library. Where can he find the remaining books?

You know, Da Qian worshiped martial arts but not literature. It is not easy to find so many books.

At this moment, Qin Feng suddenly discovered that Demon Slayer Si Cang Feilan, who was invited by his father, was standing motionless in the center of the house, and her light blue eyes were staring at her from beginning to end. he.

What's happening here? Could it be that she was finally impressed by my handsome appearance?

Qin Feng was a little excited. After all, a dashing beauty like Cang Feilan was exactly what he liked!

Not to mention anything else, just those long legs wrapped in blue and black trousers, he can play with them all his life and never get tired of them!

But while he was excited, Qin Feng glanced at himself from the corner of his eye. At this moment, he was not even remotely handsome.

A terrible thought suddenly emerged. Could it be that she had some special hobby?

Qin Feng's whole body was agitated. If this was really the case, would he resist with all his strength, or should he close his eyes and endure it silently?

So confused

"Miss Cang, is my son's soul damaged?" Qin Jianan asked.

Hearing this, Cang Feilan shook her head: "All three souls and seven souls are still there and have not been damaged."

"Doctor Song, did you see anything?" Er Niang asked anxiously.

The gray-haired old man shook his head: "I checked Mr. Qin's body and everything is normal."

Qin Feng nodded desperately to express his approval. This old man also had some medical skills.

Unexpectedly, the other party changed the topic: "But from your description, Mr. Qin's soul is here, but he behaves strangely and talks crazy. It is very likely that he was too frightened in the past few days and suffered from hysteria.

The old man suggested that Mr. Qin should be tied to the bed like this, and he should be observed for a while longer. When Mr. Qin's condition improves, he could be untied. "

Qin Feng's eyes widened, quack, you quack!

Immediately the struggle became more intense, and he kept making grunting sounds from his mouth.

Doctor Song saw this and hurriedly called out: "Hurry, hold him down quickly, he is having another symptom!"

"Let me do it!" Qin Jianan took out a wrist-thick hemp rope from nowhere and fixed Qin Feng to the bed, with a satisfied smile on his face.

At this moment, Cang Feilan suddenly said: "I think he has something to say, why not take out the cloth from his mouth and listen to what he has to say, and then make a judgment."

Qin Feng nodded desperately.

"But what if the cloth is taken out and the eldest brother goes crazy and bites his tongue to commit suicide?" Qin An expressed uneasiness.

"It doesn't matter. If something goes wrong, I will put the cloth back again!" Qin Jianan took out a piece of linen cloth from his arms and showed an eager expression.

"That's all it can do."

The cloth in his mouth was taken out, and Qin Feng exhaled heavily. In order to prevent himself from being misunderstood as hysterical again, he tried his best to speak calmly: "Father, mother, second brother, I am not sick. I really touched the ninth grade of Literary Saint at that time. That’s why I shouted excitedly, you must believe me.”

Doctor Song immediately shook his head: "People who suffer from hysteria often say that they are not sick. Mr. Qin, this statement cannot be believed."

"I think so too. Then I put linen cloth in his mouth?"

"Wait!" Qin Feng stopped him. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to defend himself, he had to find a way to prove himself.

He turned his head to look at Dr. Song, and suddenly a golden light flashed in his eyes. He knew the doctor's physical condition in an instant.

"Dr. Song, do you often have cold hands and feet at night, and feel dizzy and hot? Sometimes you get dizzy when you squat down and then stand up again!"

Doctor Song looked surprised and immediately said tremblingly: "You, how do you know!"

"Oh, the so-called slow pulse, blood not nourishing sweat, white tongue, blood not nourishing liver, you are obviously a sign of weak qi and blood."

"How should I heal this?"

Qin Feng's lips slightly raised: "It's very simple. According to the book "Miscellaneous Talks on Hundreds of Diseases", in a situation like yours, you should spend five qian of Aracenia, one and a half qian of lily, two qian of Tu Chou Xing Ma, and one liang of Prunella vulgaris. Use coltsfoot flowers as medicinal ingredients, then simmer them repeatedly with civil and military fire, and finally boil them into one bowl with eight bowls of water to ensure that the medicine will cure the disease. "

"Is there such a thing? No, it's impossible. I have also read the book "Miscellaneous Talks about All Diseases", but I don't remember this description." Dr. Song's expression changed. How could he, an old doctor, admit that his skills were inferior? people!

"If you want to judge whether what I said is wrong, you will know after a while. Qing'er, go to the library, enter the third bookcase on the right side of the door, in the fourth row, and get the seventh book on it! "

Qing'er left in response, and the others were shocked. There were dozens of bookcases in the library, containing thousands of books. How could Qin Feng remember the location of the books so clearly?

It didn't take long before Qing'er took back "Miscellaneous Talks on All Diseases".

Qin Feng looked confident: "Doctor Song, turn the book to page 37 and see what is written on the seventh line."

Dr. Song was still in disbelief. He slowly opened the book. The others also looked at the pages with curious faces.

As a result, the location of the content was exactly what Qin Feng said!

Snapped!

The book fell to the ground, and Doctor Song staggered.

"I didn't expect that I have been studying medical skills for decades, but I am not as good as Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin has a clear mind. I think he is not hysterical, so I resigned first."

Qin Jianan wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know how to speak. He could only say "walk slowly", then he glanced at the linen in his hand and reluctantly stuffed it back into his waist.

Seeing this, Qin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, a wisp of literary energy in his divine sea suddenly grew stronger, becoming approximately ten times the size before. This sudden change frightened him.

"Is this the style of writing in the book "Miscellaneous Talks about All Diseases"?"

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