My wife is a sword god

The next morning, just after dawn, Qin Feng was awakened by the sound of wind in the yard.

Qin Feng put on his clothes and walked out of the house, and then saw Qin An, who was shirtless, waving a narrow-bladed knife in his hand.

The morning light poured down, and the other party's sweaty muscles looked shining, which made Qin Feng really envious.

If I had such a figure, why would I worry about not having a beautiful woman to accompany me?

"Brother, are you awake?" Qin An stopped waving the blade, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked closer.

"Well, by the way, second brother, I just have something to ask you. If I give up literature and pursue martial arts, where should I start?"

"Brother, don't you read the books of sages?"

Qin Feng sighed: "I have read books for more than ten years, but I haven't even entered the ninth level of foundation building. Maybe I am not a good student. Second brother, you are in the divine martial arts tradition. If there is divine help, I want to try it too."

"What you said makes sense, brother." Qin An thought for a moment, then sank his body and took a horse stance, and explained: "Power starts from the ground. If you want to enter the ninth level of the divine martial arts tradition, you must first polish your lower body. Brother, learn from me and try to take a horse stance to see how long you can hold on."

"Okay!" Qin Feng shouted, and then he copied the same thing. He didn't believe it. He, a traverser, couldn't even take a horse stance?

He was going to be a man of martial arts!

After half an incense stick, Qin Feng leaned against the wall, panting heavily and sweating profusely.

"Brother, don't be discouraged. You can hold on to the horse stance for so long the first time. You are very talented."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true."

Qin Feng's eyes lit up. I was wondering why it was so tiring. It turns out that everyone is the same. It seems that the Shenwu Daotong is tailor-made for me!

"By the way, second brother, how long did you hold on to the horse stance the first time?"

Qin An pondered for a while and replied: "The first time I held on to the horse stance was when I was ten years old. I held on for about three hours. Huh? Where are you going, brother?"

"The library!"

"Are you not going to practice the horse stance?"

"No!" Qin Feng left angrily.

If you learn martial arts but not literature, you are unworthy of being a Chinese. I want to study for the rise of the Qin family!

Squeak~

The door of the library was pushed open. At a glance, it was filled with all kinds of books, including fine and rare books.

Qin Feng picked up a book at random. The title of the book was "Daqian Tuzhi". The content was nothing more than the geographical division of the Daqian Dynasty. He flipped through the pages one by one and had a preliminary understanding of the entire Daqian distribution.

Due to the rampant demons, the Daqian Dynasty was unable to split its forces, so the founding emperor divided the entire Daqian territory into five parts. In addition to the central region, which was fully controlled by the dynasty, the four regions of southeast, northwest, and northeast were managed by four princes respectively.

Jinyang City, where the Qin family was located, was in the southern region and was under the jurisdiction of Prince Luo.

"If the power was delegated to the four princes, wouldn't the Daqian Dynasty be afraid of losing its position?" Qin Feng flipped through the book and was puzzled, but soon he got the answer.

Outside the four regions of the Daqian territory, there were foreign races eyeing them covetously. The princes of the four regions had to spend a lot of energy to resist the foreign races, so how could they have the leisure time to covet the imperial power.

"Letting the four princes fight with foreign races can not only protect the territory of Daqian, but also consolidate the transcendent position of imperial power. Sure enough, those who can become emperors are all old foxes." Qin Feng sighed and put the "Daqian Atlas" back on the bookshelf.

For the next hour, Qin Feng stayed in the library and kept flipping through books.

Through reading, he had a deeper understanding of this world, but he also discovered a fact that made him depressed.

"Even though I have flipped through more than ten books, I still don't feel any changes in my body. No wonder the original owner has not been able to enter the ninth-grade root-building realm after more than ten years of studying. It seems that the road to becoming a literary saint is really not that easy."

Qin Feng put down the book in his hand and sighed.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something: "Cang Feilan of the Demon Slayer Division once said that the literary saint tradition pays attention to the initiation of literary energy, but what exactly is this literary energy and where should it come from?"

In order to solve the confusion in his heart, Qin Feng began to search back and forth in the library.

However, among the tens of thousands of books in the study, most of the Taoist traditions involved were about Shenwu and Baigui. Even if the Taoist tradition of Wensheng was mentioned, it was only a few words.

"Bah, a vulgar warrior."

Qin Feng spat. This result was also within his expectations. Daqian ruled the country with military force. Compared with Shenwu Baigui, the number of people in the Taoist tradition of Wensheng was really pitiful. Naturally, there were few books on the cultivation of Wensheng on the market.

"Is the path of the Taoist tradition of Wensheng really unworkable?"

As soon as the voice fell, a golden light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, and the whole world became different.

In addition to the green light spots he had seen before, he was surprised to find that there was a faint white light on each book!

Qin Feng swallowed his saliva, a little unbelievable.

"Isn't this white light the literary energy?!"