My wife is a sword god

Qin Feng used his eyes to observe the direction of energy in Qin An's body while explaining: "As I said before, this sword technique pays attention to the four levels of energy. The first level is the front, and the sword can be used to spread the energy three feet away. Chopping rocks.

This second level of force is very subtle and can chop off leaves from trees ten feet away without damaging their veins.

Of course, to accomplish this, you, second brother, need to be able to put more energy on the blade and master the energy more skillfully. "

Qin An responded and continued to swing the knife. Suddenly, he paused and frowned. This was because there was a deviation in the movement of his energy and he had to stop.

This result was also within Xing Sheng's expectation. If Shenwu's martial arts was something that could be understood through oral instruction alone, then Daqian would have long been the world of Shenwu Taoism.

For a martial artist, in order to fully master a divine martial art, in addition to long-term practice, a famous teacher who can impart experience is also extremely important.

Obviously, my uncle who has no energy cannot do this.

Xing Sheng shook his head and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, it was still a bit of a fantasy to have Wen Sheng Taoist teach Wufu martial arts.

"Second brother, do you know what went wrong with the energy movement just now?" Qin Feng asked.

Qin An shook his head: "Please let me clear up my doubts."

"Well, come here."

When Xing Sheng heard this conversation, some Zhanger monks were confused. His uncle's keen eyesight could see that there was something wrong with the movement of energy, but it didn't surprise him too much. After all, his uncle had also seen through the shortcomings of the previous Imperial Weapon Jue.

But guiding the movement of energy and seeing problems with the movement of energy are completely different things!

Qin Feng put his right hand on Qin An's abdomen. After about half a stick of incense, the latter's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother, I understand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin An couldn't wait to practice the second stage of the Tiangang Yuan Slash, and the place where his energy had gone wrong was passed by him this time.

"How could this happen?!" Xing Sheng's eyes widened.

But what happened next surprised him even more. After Qin An solved one problem, there were three more errors in the movement of energy. Each time, the uncle just put his right hand on the second young master's abdomen as before. It can be solved easily.

Xing Sheng swallowed, this completely broke his previous understanding.

"Second brother, I have corrected all your mistakes. Next, you need to continue to practice and understand.

If my prediction is correct, when you successfully step into the second level of Tiangang Yuan Zhan, your sword intention should be able to step into Zhongyue, and the sixth level Shenwu power gathering realm can also touch the threshold. "Qin Feng vowed.

"Thank you, brother." Qin An looked excited, and then he didn't want to waste a minute and devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship again.

At the same time, Qin Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and he was extremely excited. At this moment, in his mind, the first step to the rooftop suddenly flashed a burst of white light. Within a moment, literary energy emerged, instantly filling the first step. One-fifth of the stairs!

This accumulation of literary skills is much faster than reading books!

After being excited, Qin Feng fell into thinking.

When you are in the ninth rank, applying what you have learned from the book will bring you about ten times more literary spirit than reading a book. However, when you reach the eighth rank of Literary Sage, applying what you have learned will bring you much more literary spirit than reading a book. .

It can be seen from this that if you want to improve quickly in the eighth level of Literary Saint, applying what you have learned is the key!

But even so, it does not mean that reading is useless. After all, the more knowledge you accumulate, the more opportunities you will have to apply what you have learned.

After weighing it again and again, Qin Feng decided to read all the books in Ting Yuxuan as soon as possible, so as to achieve it step by step and accumulate more knowledge.

"Second brother, you can practice your sword here. I have something else to go out for."

"Okay, brother."

Seeing that Qin Feng was about to leave, Xing Sheng hurriedly followed him: "Uncle, what happened just now? Why can you guide the second young master to flow his energy correctly just by putting your hand on his abdomen."

"What's so difficult about this? I just transferred my literary energy into his body, and then showed him the correct path of the energy." Qin Feng replied casually.

"Can it still be like this?" Xing Sheng opened his mouth with disbelief on his face: "But if you want to give a demonstration to the second young master, you need to know how to operate your energy yourself, but..."

Qin Feng turned his head and said: "You want to say, but I am just a scholar, not a martial artist. How can I figure out the correct way to circulate energy just based on the contents of the book?"

Xing Sheng nodded, but his uncle patted his shoulder and said seriously: "Heitan Tou, this kind of thing requires talent. Don't you think that I am studying because I am not good at martial arts. I just think that I am good at martial arts." Wu is just too unchallenging for me.

As the saying goes, it’s cold when you’re high up, but it’s the loneliest when you’re invincible.”

Looking at the admiring look on Heitan Tou's face, Qin Feng's heart was soaring. This kind of pretentiousness felt so good.

"Uncle, have you ever considered joining the army? With your ability, if you can guide the Shenhou Army, our army will be able to kill enemies on the battlefield with overwhelming force!" Xing Sheng said excitedly.

Are you kidding me? You are not asking me to go to the front line to kill me. Qin Feng coughed dryly: "I have always considered joining the army to serve the country, but it is not the time yet."

"My uncle thinks that his cultivation is still shallow, so he wants to hone himself more?"

"Hush, the secret must not be leaked. I will tell you when the time comes." Qin Feng waved his hand and left, leaving only Heitan Tou with an enigmatic back.

Before leaving the Qin Mansion, Qin Feng went to find Lan Ningshuang. Since returning from the Black Mist Forest, Lan Ningshuang has taken over all the security work when going out, not allowing Xing Sheng to interfere.

Although Qin Feng didn't understand why he was doing this, he didn't ask too much. Anyway, it was the same no matter who protected him.

When they arrived at the lake pavilion, the two beauties looked at the lake with calm expressions.

Lan Ningshuang saw Qin Feng and said softly: "Miss, I'm going to protect my uncle."

"Yeah." Liu Jianli was unfazed.

After the two left the Qin Mansion, Qin Feng asked, "Has your lady been eating normally recently?"

"Thanks to my uncle, my young lady now eats at least one meal every day." Lan Ningshuang was sincerely grateful.

"That's good. Now when I go to Tingyuxuan, I will also read books on medical skills. I believe that one day, I will be able to cure your young lady's injury."

Lan Ningshuang smiled slightly, her brows full of tenderness: "I believe my uncle can do it."

When I arrived at the door of Tingyuxuan, I saw Cang Feilan with her arms folded across her chest, standing beside Baili Old Man. It looked like she had been waiting here for a long time.

She glanced at Qin Feng and the two of them, but without saying anything, she stepped into Tingyuxuan.

Qin Feng followed closely behind.

Lan Ningshuang didn't have much interest in the interior of Ting Yuxuan, and she was not qualified to enter, so she held her sword and stood at the door, closing her eyes and breathing out, condensing the energy in her body.

Old Man Baili opened a slit in his eye, glanced at it, and couldn't help but smile: "This boy from the Qin family is so lucky."

The beauty in blue pretended not to hear, and still closed her eyes to practice, but her cheeks were slightly blushed.