My wife is a sword god

Old Man Baili silently recited poems in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell into memories.

One hundred thousand soldiers went to the extreme south. Before leaving, each of them left a suicide note at home. They never thought that they could go back alive.

The two sides fought at Zhenling Pass for three days and three nights. At a glance, blood flowed like a river and corpses were everywhere.

Before the front soldiers died, in order to resist the charge of Garuda with their flesh and blood, they actually inserted the blade into their feet, fixed their bodies on the ground, and turned them into shields for the soldiers behind.

They used this method to go forward one after another and finally drove Garuda back to Tianling Mountain.

The word "tragic" is not enough to describe the battle situation at that time. What does it mean that less than a hundred soldiers returned from 100,000?

Old Man Baili picked up the blank scroll with the poem written on it, and couldn't help but sigh: "If there was this poem to help, why would so many people die.

Boy, what is the name of this poem?"

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and replied: "Senior, you can name the poem."

"Okay, then this poem will be called "Zhenling Pass"!" As soon as the voice fell, Old Man Baili waved his sleeves, and the brush in Qin Feng's hand immediately fell into the hands of the old man.

The old man picked up the pen and wrote the three words "Zhenling Pass" at the beginning of the scroll, which was shining!

At the same time, Qin Feng seemed to hear the roars and fighting of the soldiers on the battlefield, the golden swords and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles!

The white-haired old man looked at the white scroll and said with some regret: "It's a good poem, but it's a pity that the words are so bad. Boy, you should practice calligraphy well after you go back."

Is it over? Qin Feng's face froze and he didn't respond. In fact, the original owner had studied for more than ten years and practiced good calligraphy, but his soul came here, and it seemed that his body didn't remember those calligraphy.

The old man Baili shook his head and sighed, while naturally rolling up the white scroll and trying to put it in his arms.

It has been a long time since the original treasure of divine poetry appeared. This time, it can make a lot of money. Just when the old man was thinking about this, a white jade hand grabbed the other end of the white scroll.

"What are you doing?" The old man looked alert.

"This poem was written by him. Why did you put it away? Take it!"

Qin Feng was stunned. Why did this scene seem familiar?

"You girl, you took the lower couplet yesterday, and you still want this poem today? I won't give it to you!"

"It seems that you have forgotten that the dragon beard pen is almost used up."

Yes, yes, the same formula, the same taste. Qin Feng was enjoying the show, but suddenly he thought of something and his face froze. Yesterday's lower couplet and today's poem were clearly written by me. You two argued about it, but it seems that you didn't ask for my opinion?

"Miss Cang, senior, this poem seems to be mine"

"Poem, what poem?" Old Man Baili and Cang Feilan said in unison.

You are so shameless, I lose. Qin Feng clasped his fists and retreated.

"Girl, how about I make a deal with you? As long as you give me this poem, from now on, you can come to Tingyuxuan as you want and leave as you want!"

Cang Feilan heard this and was silent for a moment. In the end, he chose to let go, which was somewhat beyond Qin Feng's expectation.

Seeing this, Old Man Baili finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully put the blank scroll into his arms.

Everything was set, Qin Feng couldn't wait to enter the attic to read books and accumulate literary energy.

He had just encountered a ghost cultivator. If it weren't for Miss Cang guarding him, he would have died.

And the ghost was coming for him. Although he didn't know what the other party's purpose was, who could guarantee that they wouldn't come a second or third time after escaping this time?

At present, the only thing to do is to improve his own strength!

"This time when I enter the attic, I must find a way to break through to the ninth level of the literary saint. In this way, I can at least use the Haotian mirror and have a little self-protection ability." Qin Feng thought so and raised his foot to step into the attic.

At this time, the old man Baili suddenly said: "Boy, I see that you have some talent. Do you want to enter the Haowen Academy in Fengtian City for further study?"

Cang Feilan paused when he heard this.

"Haowen Academy?" Qin Feng turned his head away. If we talk about the master of the literary saint in Daqian, it must belong to the Haowen Academy in the imperial capital.

According to legend, Haowen Academy contains many insights about the Taoist tradition of the Sage of Literature, as well as the unique knowledge of the Sage of Literature, and is a holy place that scholars all over the world yearn for.

And the Tianjian State Master who founded Haowen Academy is the only one who has ever reached the second level of the Sage of Literature.

"Senior, do you have a way to let me in?"

"Of course there is."

Qin Feng said calmly, but he was shocked in his heart. He could easily let himself enter the holy place that scholars yearn for. The identity of this old man might be more terrifying than he originally thought.

But

"No need, I'm fine here."

"You little brat, do you know what Haowen Academy means to scholars? Why do you miss this opportunity?"

"The top scholars in Daqian are all in Haowen Academy. I naturally know its value."

"What about you?"

Qin Feng said solemnly: "There are people in Jinyang City that the younger generation cares about. I don't want to leave them. What's more, as long as you have a broad mind, you can study anywhere?"

Of course, the more important reason is that the imperial capital is too complicated. My father moved his family away to protect himself and the Qin family.

If I go back now, wouldn't it be a trap for me? Even if I really want to enter Haowen Academy, I have to wait until my strength is improved. Otherwise, I will be at the mercy of others and it will be too passive.

"Good! You have a broad mind and can read books anywhere. I underestimated you." Old Man Baili lay back on the rattan chair, his mouth slightly raised, and said no more.

"Miss Cang, what are you doing here? Aren't you going in?" Qin Feng asked curiously as he passed by Cang Feilan.

The latter glanced at her lightly and stepped into the attic, but the outline of her lips printed under the black square scarf seemed to be slightly floating.

Qin Feng followed closely behind her and saw the books everywhere again. His eyes narrowed slightly. This time, he vowed not to leave until he entered the ninth rank!

Not long after the two entered Tingyu Pavilion, a middle-aged man wearing patched cloth and a broken leg passed by with a cane.

The scars on the broken leg were obviously burns, and the flesh and blood were all necrotic. The wounds were hideous and made people's scalps numb.

On his arms exposed outside the sleeves, various horrific scars could also be seen. It was hard to imagine what this person had experienced to become what he is now.

The middle-aged man handed over the wine pot in his hand: "Old man, your wine."

The old man Baili took the wine pot, opened it and smelled it, and couldn't help praising: "Your Li's wine smells good, unlike other families, which tastes as light as water. Here, this is the wine money."

A string of copper coins, thirty coins.

"Too much." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.

"The extra lunch box is your errand fee. Remember, deliver the wine at this time tomorrow."

"Is the old man's legs and feet not agile? He is so lazy." The middle-aged man snorted, stuffed the copper coins into his arms, and limped away.

The old man Baili looked at the other person's back as he left, then opened the wine pot, raised his head and sipped it, and sighed with emotion: "This wine is really fucking strong"

The white scroll in his arms was held tighter.

At night, the moonlight was like water, Fengtian City, Liu Family, Fuguogong Mansion.

In the cold courtyard, the clouds and mist covered the moon, and there was no light.

A woman in white can be seen sitting there.

Next to her, there is a woman in blue, holding a sword and carrying a sword case.

"Miss, Mr. Liu has spread the news that you are going to get married."

"Yes."

"Miss, are you really going to Jinyang City to marry the eldest son of a third-class general?" The blue-dressed woman was excited.

"Yes."

"Miss, your injury may still be..." The blue-dressed woman couldn't bear to say more when the words came to her lips.

For desperate people, any hope that is out of reach is cruel. Perhaps Mr. Liu also understands this, so he made up his mind to let the young lady go to a remote place to enjoy the rest of her life.

The clouds broke and the moon came out, and the bright moonlight fell on the body of the woman in white. Her skin was as white as snow, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her beautiful face was suffocating, as if a fairy had descended to the earth.

It's a pity that this woman's face was as cold as ice, and her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

As he lowered his gaze, he saw that the woman was not sitting on a stone bench, but a wheelchair.

She was Liu Jianli from the Liu family.