My wife is a sword god

Chapter 8 Leaving the House

The literary spirit in this book has been absorbed by me for a long time, so why did it suddenly become stronger? Is this related to the fact that I just used the content in the book to treat Dr. Song's illness?

Wait, I seem to understand that if you want to absorb the literary spirit of the book, memorizing it by heart is the first step. Then, if you can apply what you have learned in the book, you can attract more literary spirit into your body!

Qin Feng was very excited about this discovery. He even considered whether to open a small medical clinic of his own to treat diseases and save people. In this way, wouldn't the literary spirit come rolling in?

"Brother, you won't write down all the books you read in the library, right?" Qin An remembered Qin Feng's state when he was reading and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, what's so difficult about this? I've been studying for more than ten years without any results. I just want to make progress step by step and accumulate more knowledge!"

"But brother, yesterday morning, didn't you tell me that you would give up literature and join the martial arts?"

Cang Feilan frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her light blue eyes.

Qin Feng coughed dryly: "Superficial! You can't even see my good intentions. I did it to let you remember the first time you entered the Shenwu Taoism, and to tell you a truth - haste makes waste in everything. Only by forgetting your original intention can you achieve success!”

"That's it, brother, I understand!"

Feeling the admiring gaze of his second brother, Qin Feng expressed his calmness, but in his heart he thought that Wu Fu was indeed simple-minded.

"Since I'm not sick, why are you still tying me up? Mom and dad, please untie me quickly."

"Ouch, please slow down and pull out the silver needle first!"

Qin Feng, who had regained his freedom, twisted his wrists. During the process of untying himself, he also explained to his family what he had discovered about the Wen Sheng Dao Tradition.

After hearing this, Er Niang could only think for a moment: "According to what Feng'er said, as long as more books can be bought, Feng'er can borrow the literary spirit from the books and step into the ninth rank of literary saint.

Master, what are you waiting for? Quickly take out the silver coins at home and collect books for Feng'er! "

Qin Jianan's face twitched and he hesitated: "Madam, Jinyang City is a remote town, not as good as Fengtian City, the imperial capital. Where could I find so many books.

What's more, you also know that the evil spirit that invaded the city a few days ago has not yet been found. Ordinary people rarely go out now. Our Wangyue Residence has no business at all.

Even An'er's medicinal bath and blood pills, our Qin family can hardly afford to pay for them."

After what his father said, Qin Feng simply summed it up - no money.

"Father, mother, I have encountered a bottleneck in the seventh-level breath gathering realm. I won't be able to use medicinal baths and blood pills in a short period of time. You should spend your money on buying books for your eldest brother."

After hearing this, several people looked at Qin An.

Qin Feng covered his chest. For such a sensible second brother, he actually suspected that the other party wanted to kill him. He really felt guilty in his conscience.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Although Wangyueju has not had much business recently, I have recently thought of a way to make a fortune. When the time comes, I will just..."

Before the words fell, several people hurriedly spoke out.

"Master, my family is short of money recently, please stop wasting money."

"Dad, it's better to save your money to buy books for my eldest brother."

"Dad, you really are not a business person. You must be a little self-aware."

Qin Jianan was anxious, blushing and saying: "What do you know! What matters in business is the right time, the right place, the right people, and the right people. The last few times I suffered losses were all because of bad luck!"

Er Niang ignored it and just rolled her eyes.

Qin An sighed and looked down at his toes.

Sure enough, making money has to rely on me as a time traveler. Qin Feng shook his head. When he was thinking about where to start, Cang Feilan, who had been ignored in the house, spoke.

"If you just want to read a book, I know a place to go. However, it's not easy to get in. You can try with me."

Qin Feng followed Cang Feilan and left the Qin Mansion. This was the first time he went out since time travel.

"I just took this opportunity to take a look at the environment of Jinyang City and assess the purchasing power of the people here."

You know, doing business depends on your brain!

If, like my father, I take food and sell it in fishing villages where there is no shortage of food, I'll be damned if I can make money!

It was approaching noon, and people were coming and going on the street. Both sides were filled with the shouts of vendors. This scene was very similar to the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" I had seen in my previous life.

Qin Feng carefully observed his surroundings, intending to find future business opportunities, but his eyes were always inadvertently attracted to the beauty in front of him.

Hey, there are people selling coal there. After all, the weather has turned colder, but the coal is so white.

Oh, is this the scallion pancake sold in ancient times? This scallion pancake is really delicious.

There is even stinky tofu, which smells so good.

And these legs

Snapped!

Qin Feng slapped himself immediately.

"What's wrong?" Cang Feilan turned her head when she heard the commotion, her light blue eyes were so breathtaking no matter how many times she looked at them.

Calm down, I want to calm down. After all, I was also a car god in Qiu Mingshan in my previous life. I have never seen any big winds and waves, so I must keep calm!

"mosquito."

"It's almost November, so it's strange that there are still mosquitoes." Cang Feilan said lightly.

"Who says it isn't?" Qin Feng coughed dryly, and his eyes followed the long legs swinging back and forth unconsciously.

At this moment, not far ahead, a chicken crows suddenly came. Qin Feng looked for the sound and then paused.

In an elegant attic, a group of warblers and swallows lean on the railing and look at the passers-by with smiles.

A few sharp-eyed beautiful girls caught a glimpse of Qin Feng, and immediately became radiant, waving their embroidered handkerchiefs, and shouted softly: "Young Master, it's cold, why don't you come in and sit down."

Doing this in broad daylight, how can this be!

Qin Feng subconsciously reached out and touched the purse on his waist, and then sighed heavily, where did he get the purse from.

But even if he had money, he would definitely not go, after all, he was not yet a seventh-grade!

The belief in making money and improving cultivation seemed extremely strong at this moment. Sure enough, desire is the strongest driving force for human progress.

Cang Feilan did not stop, and the two had already opened up a little distance. Seeing this, Qin Feng hurried to catch up.

The beautiful girls saw the handsome young man approaching, and they shouted even harder. If they had a choice, they would naturally prefer to receive such a handsome young man.

Who knew that at this time, Cang Feilan suddenly looked up, and the light waves in her light blue eyes flowed.

The girl upstairs felt a chill on her spine, and the sound reached her throat, but she couldn't make it out.

They didn't recover until Cang Feilan and the others walked away. This was the first time they had encountered such a strange thing.

Qin Feng followed Cang Feilan and walked through seven or eight alleys and came to a mahogany attic.

On the door of the attic, there was a plaque with three big characters engraved on it - Tingyuxuan!

"It's here." Cang Feilan stopped and narrowed his eyes.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like