My wife is a sword god

Beside the attic door, an old man in a gray robe and with white hair was lying on a rattan chair with his eyes closed, waving a paper fan in his hand leisurely. He heard the noise, opened his eyes and looked, and then sneered: "You really don't give up. You obviously don't have the ability to come in, but you still come every day. Aren't you tired?"

"Oh, and you brought a helper?" The white-haired old man noticed Qin Feng behind Cang Feilan and was about to mock him, but when the words came to his mouth, the old man seemed to have discovered something, widened his eyes, and sat up from the rattan chair.

"There is such a thing. Boy, what's your name?"

This person is so rude, he actually called me a boy, how can I be small?

Qin Feng frowned: "Old man, if you want to know someone's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

Cang Feilan heard the words and looked at him sideways, as if to say, I didn't expect you to be so brave.

The white-haired old man was also stunned, and then smiled and said: "I have lived for so long, and you are the second person who dares to talk to me like this. Boy, listen carefully, my surname is Baili, as for my name, I won't tell you, it will not be good for you to know it."

Fuck, why is this old man so arrogant, and Miss Cang's eyes, I won't accidentally offend some big boss

Qin Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, immediately changed his attitude and said respectfully: "Senior, you are joking, just now it was the junior who lost the courtesy, the junior's name is Qin Feng, a scholar."

"Qin Feng." The old man murmured in his mouth, his eyes were meaningful, and after a moment, he lay back on the rattan chair.

"The rules are still the same as before. If you can come up with the second couplet, you will be allowed in." The old man fanned the fan and said leisurely.

"Ask the questions." Cang Feilan pondered for a moment, and the tone didn't sound very confident.

The old man Baili tapped the rattan chair with his right index finger, and in a moment, a blank paper flew out of the attic and landed lightly in front of Cang Feilan.

Qin Feng was curious and looked down. He saw that it was written on the blank paper: Heaven is a chessboard and stars are chess pieces. Who dares to play?

Wow, what a big mouth, did you chew Yida?

Qin Feng was naturally familiar with this first couplet. In his previous life, he was a top student. This first couplet was originally made by Li Shangshu of the Ming Dynasty to make things difficult for Jie Jin, the chief minister of the cabinet. It has a grand artistic conception and great ambition.

He just didn't expect that someone in this world could make the same first couplet.

Words can reflect people's hearts. It can be seen that the person who made the first couplet is either in a high position or has great ambitions.

Cang Feilan saw the content on the blank paper and frowned slightly. She stood there thinking for a long time, and there was no movement for a long time.

This second couplet is not easy to answer. Miss Cang is afraid that Qin Feng stood aside. Although he knew how to answer the second couplet, he did not speak. This rule still needs to be followed.

"Don't waste your energy. Today's couplet is much more difficult than before. You couldn't answer the previous ones, let alone this one today." There was a hint of gloating in the tone of Baili Elder.

Qin Feng glanced at him. This old man was really bad. He actually liked to bully a girl!

But it was just a couplet. If you can't answer it, then you can't answer it. I guess Miss Cang won't care too much. Qin Feng thought so at first, but who knew that there was a slight sobbing sound beside him.

What's going on? !

Qin Feng was shocked and looked away. He saw Cang Feilan hugging her arms and trembling slightly. Looking at the mist in her pale blue eyes, she was obviously about to cry out of grievance!

Hey, hey, hey, it's not that bad. It's just a couplet that didn't match. It's not like her husband died. Why do this? !

He had always thought that a beautiful woman like Cang Feilan, who was as heroic and valiant as an assassin in the dark night of ancient times, would not be affected by external things. But he never thought that the latter would be like a little girl who failed an exam, and was psychologically broken because she didn't match the couplet!

"Miss Cang, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about it, I can come up with the second couplet right away." Cang Feilan replied stubbornly, and the mist in her eyes had condensed into water droplets, swirling in her eye sockets.

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Time passed by minute by minute, and with Cang Feilan's ability, she naturally couldn't come up with the second couplet. Old Man Baili yawned and said disdainfully: "Go back early, don't delay my efforts."

You old man, why are you so rude? You have the heart to bully such a beautiful woman?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng immediately said: "Miss Cang, you have helped me twice before. I don't like to owe favors to others. Why don't you let me write this couplet?"

Cang Feilan raised her head, and her charming eyes, reflected by the mist, seemed to melt even the stubborn stone.

"Can you write it?" The tone was not as cold as before, but had a strange feeling.

Qin Feng straightened his body and coughed dryly, saying, "I can try. Senior Baili, can I answer for her?"

The white-haired old man still waved his fan leisurely: "It's not that I look down on you. Even if there are ten of you, you can't answer this couplet."

This old man is really poisonous. If I practice the Shenwu Dao, I will definitely beat him up. Qin Feng clenched his left fist and smiled: "What if I can answer it?"

"Then let you two go in together."

"It's a deal!" Qin Feng waved his sleeves and asked immediately: "Do you have a pen and ink?"

"What if I give it to you." Old man Baili tapped the rattan chair with his fingers, and a blank scroll and a brush soaked in ink flew out of the attic in an instant.

Qin Feng took the brush and spread the blank scroll in front of him. The hand holding the brush was suspended in the air, but it didn't fall for a long time.

How is this going? I clearly know what the second line is, but the pen in my hand seems to refuse to obey my orders and cannot be put down at all!

Old Man Baili looked sideways, thinking that Qin Feng couldn't answer the second line, so he was making a fuss: "Young man, you don't know how high the sky is."

Can this be tolerated? !

Qin Feng's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, and the veins on his right hand popped out. The pen that had not been written down finally started to move.

At the same time, in the divine sea, the Wenqi Waterfall began to churn, turning into water and flowing towards the brush in Qin Feng's hand!

Old Man Baili suddenly felt something was wrong, and the fan in his hand stopped swinging. He opened his eyes wide and saw the first word written on the white scroll - "地"!

"This is."

Qin Feng's right arm trembled, sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, and he wrote the second word with difficulty - "zuo"!

Then comes the third word, then the fourth word

Qin Feng only felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a brush, but a huge stone. As the number of words increased, the huge stone became heavier and heavier.

By the time the seventh word came down, the brush seemed to weigh ten thousand kilograms!

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Blood was dripping from his two fingers. Seeing this, Old Man Baili shouted hurriedly: "Boy, stop writing. With your current ability, you can't bear it!"

Qin Feng ignored it and instead shouted loudly. In the divine sea, the Wenqi Waterfall began to boil, like a volcano erupting, surging into the tip of the pen.

The pressure on his fingertips suddenly decreased, and he immediately started writing vigorously.

When the last word of the second line was finished, a white pillar was seen rising into the sky from the white scroll.

Qin Feng felt as if all his strength had been drained and he collapsed on the ground. At this moment, he felt as if his entire right arm was not his.

Old Man Baili dodged and came to Bai Juan with a look of horror on his face.

On the other side, Cang Feilan looked at the lower couplet on the white scroll with bright eyes. Under the black scarf, her red lips parted slightly and she couldn't help but murmur -

"The ground is a pipa and the road is a string. Who can play it?!"