Chapter 173: Living is a matter of utmost importance
Repeated days will always pass quietly between your fingers.
After successfully asking the elders to forge the sword, Qin Feng's life returned to its normal state.
Practicing medicine, reading, and accumulating literary talent.
If there is any change, it is that I go to the Demon Slayer Division to check in every day, and at night, I go to find a beautiful woman to cultivate feelings, talk about life, and talk about ideals.
But what makes him feel a little confused is that for some reason, his wife has always been very concerned about his cultivation progress during this period...
It's January, and the wind is freezing.
Qin Feng took Lan Ningshuang on the way to Tingyuxuan.
After the dragon veins of Jinyang City manifested, he accumulated literary energy faster and faster. Now, the ninth level of the divine sea is only one final step away from being filled.
According to his own estimation, he must be facing the test of asking questions today.
Regarding this test of conscience, the content recorded in the book is quite interesting.
Each Wen Sheng Taoist has a different understanding of questioning the mind, but without exception, no matter what the answer is, the Wen Sheng Taoist can successfully enter the Eighth Grade Ming state of mind.
It’s as if this so-called questioning of one’s heart is just a matter of situation.
Walking in Jinyang City, Qin Feng looked around.
Due to the arrival of Shen Gongfang and his team, Jinyang City has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Not only did the streets become wider, the city also expanded outwards.
Ten days ago, as a white light shot into the sky, Jinyang City's protective barrier was also created, and the people in the city cheered.
After all, the establishment of a city protection barrier can make them live more securely in this dangerous world.
For them, living well is the most important thing.
It is worth mentioning that it was also at that time that Zhen Tianyi and Yu Mei were summoned away by an imperial edict.
Qin Feng didn't think much about this. It was impossible for a divine general and a thirty-six star to stay in the same place all the time.
My second brother spent a long time prostituted by a divine general for nothing, and he has already earned a lot of money by learning the spirit and will of the sword.
Moreover, when Lord Dao Kuang left, it was not that he left nothing behind.
..... That was a blade of energy that struck the sky above the courtyard of the Qin Mansion, capable of splitting the void and unable to dissipate.
It is like a crack on the surface of a smooth mirror, which is very abrupt at first glance.
If you stare at it for a few times, it will be strange and shocking at the same time.
Even Liu Jianli stopped for a long time when he saw the sword energy.
"Have you recently gained anything from the sword aura left behind by Senior Dao Kuang?" Qin Feng asked, tilting his head.
During this period, in addition to her daily guard work, Lan Ningshuang was learning to control her energy with Liu Jianli in the lake pavilion.
And late at night, she would go to the courtyard of the Qin Mansion and quietly observe the sword energy.
Hearing this, Lan Ningshuang shook her head slightly: "Senior Dao Kuang left a lot of sword energy, and when I comprehend it, I always feel like I have caught something.
But in the end, it seemed like I didn’t realize anything.”
The beauty sighed, quite frustrated.
Qin Feng consoled him: "Perhaps it's because you study the art of swordsmanship instead of the art of swordsmanship?"
"No, the young lady told me that the spirit and will of the Divine Weapon Way can be integrated, and even the moves can sometimes be used one at a time.
Come to think of it, I haven't been able to understand anything, maybe it's because of my lack of talent."
"How could it be? My second brother didn't understand anything from the sword energy. He has been taught by the sword mad senior for a long time.
The sword energy is so magical that it cannot be achieved overnight," Qin Feng said.
"I don't know what I know. Xing Shenling and I can already feel that the second young master is not far away from the realm of the third level of the sword's heart." Lan Ningshuang showed an envious look.
I think when she first came to the Qin Mansion, she was ahead of her second brother in terms of cultivation and understanding of weapons.
But in the blink of an eye, he was surpassed by the other party.
Hearing this, Qin Feng opened his mouth, and after a moment, he couldn't help but sigh.
Indeed, there is no harm without comparison.
Someone else's child has become your own second brother. Who can you tell this bitterness to?
"Then why don't you let your young lady teach you the artistic conception of Qi Dao? She has already entered the fifth level Ten Thousand Gods Realm of Sword Intent.
As a fellow practitioner of swordsmanship, it should be more meaningful for her to guide you, right?" Qin Feng put forward his own suggestion.
However, when Lan Ningshuang heard this, she smiled helplessly: "The young lady once tried to guide me, but my uncle must also know about the young lady's talent.
Looking at Daqian for hundreds of years, no one can match it.
So...her way of practice may not be suitable for most people."
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and probably understood what the other party meant.
Just like in his previous life, when he asked his classmate a geometry problem, the top student just drew an auxiliary line and replied, "So you should know how to solve the problem, right?"
I know your sister...
How can a genius understand the suffering of mortals?
Eliminate!
He began to feel some sympathy for Lan Ningshuang. The people around him were either geniuses or perverts.
Being in this kind of environment all year round, it’s normal to have self-doubt.
Oh, no, there is also a black charcoal head at the bottom...
Qin Feng glanced at the beauty next to him, feeling a little distressed. Then he looked around and suddenly saw a stall selling candied haws on the street.
Then he thought about it and stepped forward quickly.
"Boss, how do you sell candied haws on a stick?"
"Two cents a string."
The stall owner is a thin, rough-skinned middle-aged man with a somewhat honest smile.
Beside him, there was a young man squatting, holding a branch and carving something on the ground.
Qin Feng glanced at it and smiled slightly. It turned out that he was practicing calligraphy.
I handed over eight cents and bought four bunches of candied haws.
He handed a bunch to Lan Ningshuang. The moment the latter received the candied haws, her eyebrows were as curved as crescent moons, which was really beautiful.
But when Lan Ningshuang counted the number of candied haws, she frowned slightly and didn't know what she was thinking of.
Qin Feng tasted a candied haws and praised: "Not bad, it's so sweet."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing this, the honest man smiled and replied: "It's all craftsmanship passed down from our ancestors, so there's no difference."
At this moment, the stall owner caught a glimpse of the child's actions, his smile faded, and he said displeasedly: "Tie Wa'er, what are you messing around with? I told you a long time ago that I won't let you mess with this!"
Hearing this, the young man raised his head. After seeing his father's expression, he reluctantly dropped the branch and wiped away the crooked writing on the ground with his palm.
Qin Feng puzzled: "Since he likes to write, just let him write, why should he stop it?"
The stall owner said helplessly: "What's the use of reading and writing? In this world, instead of doing all these things, it's better to keep fit. At least if you encounter danger in the future, you can run faster."
At this point, the stall owner shouted to the young man: "Why don't you go home and find your mother-in-law? Learn how to make candied haws. At least you will have some means of making a living in the future."
One day when dad is gone, you won’t starve to death.”
The young man stood up, responded, and ran towards the side of the street. Because he ran too fast, he tripped over a stone and almost fell.
When the honest middle-aged man saw it, he turned sideways and said anxiously: "Slow down!"
Only then did Qin Feng notice that there was a shocking scar on the exposed side of the stall owner's patched trousers, on the side of his right leg.
The middle-aged man obviously noticed Qin Feng's eyes and pulled up his trouser legs to cover the wound: "That night, the streets were full of monsters. Fortunately, I ran fast and hid in the back of the alley. I almost came back.
not going."
Was it the night of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade?
Qin Feng was a little moved and said softly: "If you survive a catastrophe, you will have good luck in the future."
The stall owner gave a thumbs up: "Young Master looks like a cultured person at first glance. What he said is really impressive.
Now this small town is turning upside down, so we just want to enjoy happiness."
"I want all these candied haws of yours." Qin Feng said, taking out a bunch of copper coins.
The stall owner kept thanking him and watched Qin Feng and his two people leaving.
As the cold wind blew by, he shook his body and glanced at the marks on the ground, with a slightly guilty look in his eyes.