At night, Qin Feng returned to Qin Mansion. As soon as he entered the room, he lay down heavily on the bed.
The matter of Bi Fang's head seemed to have come to an end, but he understood that the matter was still shrouded in mystery.
But how things will develop next has nothing to do with him...
Tomb You Qiansi still chose to stay in the Demon Slayer Division of Jinyang City. According to him, it was absolutely impossible for him to leave before Bifang's head was completely refined.
After all, no one knows whether a second batch of assassins will come.
And that fat man, at first glance, looks like he is greedy for life and afraid of death.
Then Qin Feng looked at the divine sea and murmured to himself: "Bifang's remnant soul and fire poison in the divine sea are getting weaker and weaker. Presumably in three more days, it will be squeezed out of its last bit of use value and wiped out.
At that time, I will refine all the literary energy in my body into righteousness and enter the seventh level."
Thinking of this, Qin Feng recalled his past practice path.
The ninth and eighth grades of literary saints are a process of constantly collecting literary energy and accumulating it over time, so it takes a long time.
If he hadn't had a pair of strange eyes that could never forget things, he wouldn't have been able to enter the literary and sage tradition until the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.
After the eighth grade, it is no longer possible to improve one's cultivation simply by accumulating literary energy. It depends more on the Taoist's own luck and talent.
Just like the seventh-grade righteousness realm, if it weren't for the Five Thunder Visualization Chart given by Ya'an and the old man's advice, he would not have been able to touch the threshold of the seventh-grade so quickly.
If you think about it carefully, in less than half a year since time travel, a lot has already happened...
"Speaking of which, after such a long time, when will the sword that the elder forged for his second brother be completed?
If I had known earlier, when I left the Demon Slaying Division today, I should have asked a Juan King from the Shen Gongfang about this matter."
At this moment, Qin Feng suddenly thought of the red book in Liu Jianli's arms, and couldn't help but twitching his lips.
"Shili Hongzhuang...I didn't expect the two of them to read that kind of book. It seems that even in this era where monsters and ghosts are rampant, people still have a need for spiritual food.
It's a pity that I was a gentleman in my previous life and basically didn't read pornographic books.
The only things I remember are a close girl named Bai Jie, and A Bin, whose math scores were not ideal.
Otherwise, if you can write a few similar books and distribute them to the common people, maybe you can make a lot of extra money?"
"However, ancient romance novels are basically in classical Chinese, coupled with gorgeous diction and love poems, with my writing power..."
Thinking of this, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and laughed.
Ha, since ancient times, straightforward words and simple repeated words can most move people's hearts.
It's just like Da Ma, Yi Ku.
Although there are only two words, it can make people's hearts surge.
"No, what do I want to do with this? It's impossible for me to write this anyway.
With my character and talent, I can write something like "Spring and Autumn"..."
With random thoughts in his mind, Qin Feng quickly fell asleep.
He also had a trance dream in which he said to a woman, Madam, you don’t want your husband to lose his job.
...
On the other side, the waning moon is in the sky and the sky is filled with stars.
After Lan Ningshuang finished practicing the control of her energy on the lake, she jumped into the lake pavilion.
Liu Jianli nodded slightly: "Now walking on the lake is not that difficult for you.
Next, you can try to guide the energy in your body to flow out, so that you can stand in the air."
"...If you want to enter the fifth level of Shenwu Shenxing realm, you must be able to control your energy freely.
And according to what Master said, a truly powerful fifth-grade martial artist can control objects with Qi easily."
"I understand, miss." Lan Ningshuang agreed.
At this time, she suddenly thought of something, looked into Liu Jianli's arms, and recalled the book "Ten Miles of Red Makeup" that she had read during the day.
A powerful martial artist can easily control objects with his energy. However, some time ago, the story books given to me by Qing'er and others in the mansion were inexplicably missing one or two copies every day. Could it be...
Lan Ningshuang thought about this and asked tentatively: "Miss, after learning to use Qi to control objects, can you be like the peak masters of Wanjian Sect, who can control swords easily?"
Liu Jianli replied softly: "Of course."
"Then taking a few books through the air shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Liu Jianli was about to answer, but suddenly fell into silence. She looked at Lan Ningshuang, who was also looking at her, with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.
Lan Ningshuang spoke again: "It's like this. Recently, a storybook called "Feng Qiu Huang" disappeared from my room.
The male protagonist is a graceful scholar, and the female protagonist is a powerful general guarding the border.
The two of them, both civil and military, are very much like the uncle and the young lady, so I also like this book very much.
I just don’t know where it was lost. Could it be that some powerful warrior secretly took it away while I wasn’t paying attention?”
Liu Jianli's face turned slightly red. Was he discovered...
She sighed softly, and then took out many books from her arms, which were the ones Lan Ningshuang could not find these days.
"Miss, have you read all these books?" Lan Ningshuang said with a smile. It turns out that not only herself, but also the lady also likes to read such books.
Liu Jianli nodded slightly. She didn't want to look at it originally, but the signs of a breakthrough were getting stronger and stronger, to the point where she couldn't restrain herself, so she needed something to divert her attention.
Of course, this may also be an excuse she gave herself. The stories in those story books were all novel and quite interesting to her.
Especially the book "Feng Qiu Huang" actually made her feel like she couldn't stop.
She didn't understand what was wrong with her.
Lan Ningshuang saw this and said excitedly: "So, miss, have you learned anything from this?"
"What did you learn?" Liu Jianli pondered for a moment, and Xia Fei's cheeks asked: "Are you asking about those strange postures?
For those of us who practice martial arts, those movements are not difficult, and I have memorized them."
Lan Ningshuang thought of those illustrations and blushed: "Oh, miss, although those are also important, I'm not asking about those."
"What do you mean?" Liu Jianli didn't know why.
Lan Ningshuang explained: "Miss, haven't you learned something about the way the heroes and heroines get along with each other in the storybook?
For example, how does the female general in "Feng Qiu Huang" treat the scholar in daily life?
...Miss, you have only known how to practice martial arts and swords since you were a child, and you don’t know anything about the ways of the world.
Even if you become husband and wife with your uncle, if you still don't care about these things, the relationship will fade away.
My grandma from the Liu family once told me that if you want to hold a man's heart, you must make him forget you all the time.
You see, the scholar in the book is completely devoted to the female general."
"so?"
"Miss, you might as well try to treat your uncle like that female general?"
Liu Jianli recalled the words and deeds of the female general in the book. If she were the same...
Thinking of this, she felt a little hot at the base of her ears for no reason: "Ningshuang, is this really the case?"
"Oh, miss, just give it a try. Maybe my uncle also likes this?"