My wife is a sword god

Sure enough, a white shadow appeared out of thin air in the sea of ​​​​souls. He waved his right hand, and the literary energy in the Dengwentai poured into the shadow's body and began to flow.

Qin Feng calmed down and watched attentively. He knew that this was the shadow demonstrating how to guide the literary energy.

After the white holy literary energy circulated in the shadow for five cycles, it gathered on the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, and turned into a white needle. Its appearance was somewhat like the silver needle commonly used by doctors.

Come to think of it, the literary skills taught by a medical book should naturally be related to medical skills.

At the same time, an inexplicable voice sounded again: "Bai Cun, you can use it when you enter the ninth rank. You can turn the literary energy into a sharp needle, break the skin and penetrate the bones, and kill people invisibly.

And the stronger the literary energy, the stronger the power."

Qin Feng opened his mouth wide, a little bit unbelievable. The literary skills taught by a medical book turned out to be a killing skill? Is there any medical ethics? !

Of course, he was just complaining, but he was still happy in his heart. After all, after being a turtle for so long, he finally had a means of active attack.

Moreover, the literary skill of Bai Cun, just looking at the introduction, did not say that it could not be used as a silver needle.

The white shadow disappeared, and Qin Feng returned to reality. He circulated the literary energy in his body, and in a moment, a white needle appeared on his two fingers together. It was Bai Cun.

It was this needle. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit short and a bit thin. It is incompatible with the mighty and majestic self. Qin Feng's mouth twitched. He could not admit that it was short. He could only attribute it to the fact that he had not accumulated enough literary energy.

Suddenly, with a burst of fragrance, Cang Feilan's graceful figure came into view. She blinked her light blue eyes and handed over the buns in her hand.

He stayed in Tingyuxuan for three days without leaving. During this period, Miss Cang kept coming to feed him. It feels so good to be supported by a rich woman.

Qin Feng took the bun, took a big bite, and said with satisfaction: "Thank you Miss Cang for the past few days."

"Well, your blue guard is already at the door of Tingyuxuan. It seems that he has been waiting for a long time." Cang Feilan said lightly.

Qin Feng heard this and ate the bun in a few bites, but because he ate too fast, he choked and his face turned red.

Seeing this, Cang Feilan stretched out her white and delicate right hand, as if she wanted to pat Qin Feng's back, but halfway through her hand, she suddenly thought of something and stopped moving. A faint pink color climbed up the tip of her ear like mutton fat jade.

Qin Feng patted his chest a few times and finally slowed down: "Miss Cang, I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

"Well, I won't see you off." Cang Feilan replied softly. As the hurried footsteps on the stairs gradually moved away, she stared at her right hand in a daze.

I have been a little strange recently. What happened to me? Cang Feilan thought so.

"Son-in-law." Lan Ningshuang greeted Qin Feng when she saw him at the entrance of Tingyuxuan.

Qin Feng nodded and was about to leave, but he seemed to have discovered something. Why did he feel that Miss Lan's temperament was a little different from before, as if she had more confidence?

Perhaps because he had been staring at her for too long, Miss Lan subconsciously took a step back, her eyes were a little evasive, and that trace of confidence was gone.

Sure enough, I was wrong. Qin Feng touched his chin and said, "Three days have come, Miss Lan, accompany me to Xinquan Street to get wine."

"Okay, son-in-law."

About an incense stick of time, the two rushed to Xinquan Street. The door of Lao Li's house was not closed. At a glance, the courtyard was full of piled up wine. If you look closely, there are at least three hundred jars!

At this moment, Lao Li was sitting on a stone bench. He saw Qin Feng and the others and pointed to the courtyard: "The wine you want is here. It has been repeatedly distilled according to your requirements."

Qin Feng's eyes were excited. He hurriedly opened a jar. The fragrance of wine was overflowing. Just smelling it seemed to make you drunk.

Even Lan Ningshuang, who never drinks, was attracted by the aroma of wine and showed an intoxicated expression.

Qin Feng's mind sank into the Xumi Ring, and then the Xumi Ring in his arms flashed, and the three hundred jars of wine in the courtyard disappeared instantly.

"Wow, the stinky boy is quite rich? The space treasure that can accommodate so many wine jars is not cheap." Old Li raised his eyebrows and said.

"No, no, it's just a small thing." Qin Feng pretended to be modest, but he was very happy in his heart. It's good to have a rich woman behind him. When you go out, you will be very proud to show off your skills!

After a simple pretense, Qin Feng took out a purse from the Xumi Ring: "Senior Li, this is the five hundred taels of silver agreed in advance. After the wine is sold, 20% of the profit will be given in full."

Old Li took the purse and tossed it in his hand. He did not show the joy of being rich. Money seemed to be just a number to him.

"What should I do next? Continue to brew this kind of wine for you?"

"I will definitely brew it, but I hope that you will hide the brewed wine in the cellar and don't take it out easily."

"Why? Once this kind of fine wine is released, the money will surely roll in. I can see that you are a greedy guy, why don't you make a fortune with this wine?" Old Li showed a puzzled look.

Qin Feng explained: "Things are precious because they are rare. If this wine appears in front of the world in large quantities, it will be worthless. Business needs to be long-term."

"I see." Old Li raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Feng with contempt, as if to say, you are a profiteer.

"I understand. I will put the brewed wine in the cellar. Come and get it when you need it."

"Thank you, Senior Li. I still have some things to deal with, so I'll leave first." Qin Feng clasped his fists and said goodbye, and took Lan Ningshuang to Wangyueju. The three days were up, and the wine in the restaurant should have been sold out. If the wine was not replenished, the business of Wangyueju would inevitably be affected.

After the two left, Lao Li poured himself a glass of wine, and still drank half of it and poured the other half on the ground as before.

This wine was very strong and had a strong aroma. Lao Li's face was slightly red, and he hummed an unknown song, thinking of the days when he drank with his brothers in the past.

Humming, humming, two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

He knocked on the ground with his cane, and the purse containing five hundred taels of silver instantly deflated.

For the poor people of Xinquan Street, today is a good day, because some money appeared on the table of their house for some reason.

That was their life-saving money.

When I came to Wangyueju, I could hear noisy sounds from afar.

"What do you mean? You lied to us that there was no wine, but the nobles on the third floor could drink it?"

"Why, the rich are people? We ordinary people are not people?"

"You Wangyueju is really amazing when selling wine and drinks based on the identity of the person."

"Everyone, listen to me, what good food is there in such a restaurant? They look down on us. We can just go somewhere else to eat!"

The shopkeeper Peng at the door was sweating profusely and kept apologizing to everyone, but it was useless. He kept muttering in his heart, why hasn't the young master come yet, I can't hold on any longer.

At this moment, a sword energy came through the wind and chopped at the feet of the man who was shouting the most fiercely, scaring him to scream.

The rest of the people were also at a loss for what to do by this sudden scene.

"The restaurant is a place to eat. If you want to quarrel, go somewhere else."

When everyone heard the voice, they looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who was speaking was a handsome man in white and black clothes, and beside him, there was a beautiful woman in blue clothes with a sword on her waist and a cold expression.

Peng Qing was very excited when he saw the newcomer: "Master, you are finally here!"