My wife is a sword god

Qin Feng handed over the tools and operating details of the liquid distillation method to Lao Li. The latter felt like he had found a treasure, and immediately patted his chest and promised that he could come here to pick up the wine in the morning three days later.

The two said goodbye and left.

In the yard, Lao Li sat back on the stone bench, and an incredible scene happened.

The broom that had fallen on the ground stood up and began to sweep the courtyard.

The unhandled sorghum was constantly stripped of grains by inexplicable forces and thrown into baskets.

The wooden sticks in the cauldron began to stir on their own, and even the wine cup on the table was lifted up by someone unknown and began to pour wine.

Lao Li seemed to have thought of something, stood up, and tapped the ground with his crutch.

Near the corner of the courtyard's outer wall, dust was billowing, and the ground cracked, revealing the stone steps going down.

As you go down the stone steps, you will find a huge cellar. The space is many times larger than the courtyard!

At a glance, the candles were flickering, and there were all the memorial tablets of the deceased. Below the tablets, there were jars and jars of wine piled up.

Lao Li's eyes were cloudy and he said with a smile: "Guys, I know a new brewing method, and the wine produced is fragrant and strong.

When the time comes, I’ll give you a taste. "

The firelight flickered, but no one answered.

A sigh echoed in the cellar.

On the way back between Qin Feng and Qin Feng, Lan Ningshuang suddenly lowered her head and bit her lip and said, "Uncle, I blame my low strength for not being able to protect your safety."

Qin Feng smiled when he heard this: "Miss Lan has already entered the seventh level of divine martial arts and the realm of swordsmanship at such a young age. Is this also called low strength?

Then uncle, am I not a loser? "

"But just now."

"How old is he? Do you want to compare with him?"

Feeling that the beauty next to him was still blaming herself, Qin Feng stopped and said solemnly: "There are many kinds of Taoism in the world, among which the martial arts is the purest. It pays attention to an open-minded mind. You must not get into trouble and affect the advancement of your cultivation."

"But if it weren't for me, I wouldn't be forced to cooperate with that person."

"Forced? Why are you so guilty? It turns out it was a misunderstanding." Qin Feng shook his head and chuckled: "I cooperated with Senior Li willingly and was absolutely not forced. You don't have to blame yourself anymore. "

"Uncle, you don't need to comfort me." Lan Ningshuang bit her lip, her face even more guilty.

Hey, this girl is also stubborn. In desperation, Qin Feng could only tell the reason: "Who do you think that senior is like?"

"Who is that person?" Lan Ningshuang was stunned and began to analyze: "He has a hot temper and is straightforward in doing things. He is arrogant but very principled at the same time. And the scars on his body make him look like a soldier fighting on the battlefield?"

Qin Feng nodded, his eyes full of admiration: "If my guess is correct, Senior Li is not an ordinary soldier, but a person who survived the battle at Zhenling Pass eighteen years ago."

"The Battle of Zhenling Pass?" Lan Ningshuang exclaimed. This kind of battle can be said to be unknown to everyone in the Daqian Dynasty. Those who went to Zhenling Pass to die were all called "Zhenling Pass" by the people of the Southern Territory. for a hero, but

"I'm afraid I'm mistaken. The one hundred thousand soldiers who went to Zhenling Pass have long since died in the long river of history, and no one has survived."

Qin Feng was shocked: "How could it be? I read the historical records and found that less than a hundred people returned?"

Lan Ningshuang replied: "That's true, but what I don't know is that because Garuda eats dragons all the year round, he accumulates dragon blood in his body and turns it into a curse fire. Once it is contaminated, it will be like a gangrene attached to the bone and cannot be extinguished.

The soldiers who survived that year were burned to death by Garuda's cursed fire on their way back before they could be reunited with their families, leaving no bones left.

The "History of Daqian Zhenling War" also records that less than a hundred people returned and their bodies were hidden in the wild. To this day, no one knows where the ashes of those returning soldiers were scattered. "

Qin Feng opened his mouth and recalled the content of the history books he had read in Ting Yuxuan. It did not explain what was the final outcome of the surviving soldiers. Were they really dead?

No, that's not right. The invisible and everlasting flame on Senior Li's broken leg is clearly the cursed fire of Garuda!

But if Senior Li was really a surviving soldier from the Zhenlingguan battle, why did he disappear and hide in this small Jinyang city?

Qin Feng thought about it and couldn't figure out the reason.

Maybe, you can go to Tingyuxuan and ask that bad old man?

Qin Feng had an idea and immediately took Lan Ningshuang to Tingyuxuan.

Old Man Baili shook his fan and glanced at the two of them: "Hey, you came quite early today?" Even so, there was no surprise in the old man's words, as if he had expected it.

"Senior Baili, I have something that I don't understand." Qin Feng was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Stop it! I'm just a bad old man looking after the door. Whatever you want to know, go inside and find the answer yourself." The old man crossed his legs, looking like he was in trouble.

Lan Ningshuang frowned slightly.

I really wanted to beat this bad old man up. Qin Feng clenched his fists, but finally let go. After all, he still had someone to ask for.

"Senior, I have read almost all the books on the third floor of Yuxuan. I would like to ask, what are the conditions for reading on the floors above the third floor?" Qin Feng said in a good voice, and he had already done it. He was mentally prepared to be made things difficult by the bad old man, but what he said next was something he never expected.

"Conditions? No conditions are required. You can go up if you want. Except for the ninth floor, you can wander around the rest as you like." The old man replied casually.

"Is it that simple?" Qin Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

The old man waved his fan and said leisurely: "Do you remember the bet last time?"

Qin Feng recalled and asked tentatively: "Poems over six feet?"

"Yes, I said at that time that as long as you write poems over six feet, you can enter and leave Tingyuxuan at will.

And I took your poems, so the restrictions below the third level must be abandoned. Otherwise, if I take advantage of a junior in vain, where will I put my old face?" The old man picked his ears and blew away the filth on them.

You are like this, and you still have the face to do so. Qin Feng pulled the corner of his mouth, suddenly thinking of something, and asked again: "If that's the case, why didn't the senior say it before?"

"Didn't I say it?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

"Did you say it?" Qin Feng asked back immediately, complaining in his tone.

The two of them were deadlocked for a long time, and the old man yawned: "Then you didn't ask before, so let's do it. If you want to go in, go in quickly and don't disturb my rest."

I really want to beat him up!

Qin Feng suppressed his frustration and said sideways: "Miss Lan, please go to Wangyueju and tell Shopkeeper Peng that the issue of wine has been resolved.

Then, I should not leave Tingyuxuan for the next three days, so I don't need your protection. If there is anything urgent, just come here to find me."

"Okay, son-in-law." Lan Ningshuang said goodbye and left.

Qin Feng stepped into Tingyuxuan, but did not find that at the corner of the street, there was a figure standing, with a strange smile on his face, staring at his back.

This person was one of the seventh-grade warriors who came back to life in the City Lord's Mansion!

He slowly approached Tingyuxuan, and his right hand slowly touched the sword on his waist.

But when he was only ten feet away from Tingyuxuan, a breeze blew, and his figure paused, and his body turned into smoke and dust in the blink of an eye and scattered with the wind!

All this happened in a flash, and no one around noticed it!

Old Man Baili was still lying on the rattan chair, squinting his eyes and muttering, "Did a rat get in? Why does it smell so bad?"