My wife is a sword god

Chapter 133 Untitled Spirit Card
After lunch, Qin Feng took Lan Ningshuang and left the Qin residence.

The latter has already broken through to the Shenwu sixth-grade power-gathering state, so he doesn't have to stay in the abyss formation to practice all the time.

"Uncle, where are we going?" Lan Ningshuang asked.

Qin Feng lowered his head and pondered.

For the time being, we will not go to Baoyitang. Although treating patients can gain Wen Qi, most of them are common diseases, and the Wen Qi gained is limited.

Wangyueju hasn't been to it for a while, so I have to go today to find shopkeeper Peng to take the profits of the nearest restaurant.

As for Ting Yuxuan.
"Go and listen to Yuxuan first." Qin Feng said.

Not seeing Miss Cang for a day is like three autumns, and I miss her very much.

Walking on the street, the vendors on both sides kept yelling. It rained heavily yesterday, and many people didn't open their businesses. The weather finally cleared up, so naturally they had to hurry out to set up stalls.

Qin Feng looked around casually, and passed a man head-on.

I don't know if the other party didn't pay attention, or he was not careful.

The shoulders of the two men collided.

Qin Feng thought it was because he didn't look the way, and just wanted to apologize, but the man in linen clothes with a dull face left without looking back.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Lan Ningshuang asked with concern.

Qin Feng looked at the man's back and shook his head. He rubbed his shoulder, feeling a little raw pain, as if he had hit an iron plate.

Could it be that he practiced the martial arts orthodoxy, otherwise why is his body so hard?

He didn't worry too much, and moved on.

But in Jinyang City, there is more than one man like this. They all have dull faces and walk without looking at people.

When they reached the unmanned alleyway, these people would merge into the ground and disappear inexplicably.

When I came to Ting Yuxuan, I saw an unexpected person.

Old Li, who was on crutches, was talking to that bad old man.

The strange thing is that although the distance is not far away, they can only see their mouths moving, but cannot hear what they are saying.

Qin Feng approached and said hello: "Senior Li."

Old Li glanced at Qin Feng, nodded slightly, and bid farewell to the bad old man.

But when he left, he left a sentence: "The hot pot tastes good."

Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then understood that Senior Li had indeed been to Wangyue Residence during this period of time.

"What? You know how to say hello to that guy, but you don't know how to say hello to me?" The old man Baili who was lying on the rattan chair snorted coldly.

Uh, this bad old man.
Qin Feng scolded in his heart, but said respectfully on his face: "Senior."

Unexpectedly, after the greeting, the old man didn't pay any attention at all, instead he turned his head to Lan Ningshuang and said, "It's not bad to have stepped into the sixth-rank realm of Shenwu at such an age."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Feng was surprised.

Lan Ningshuang just stepped into the sixth-rank realm not long ago, how could this bad old man see it at a glance?
Generally speaking, if you want to see through the rank and cultivation of others, unless you have some special means, or your strength is far superior to the opponent.

So what kind of situation would this bad old man belong to?
In fact, up to now, Qin Feng is still very curious about the real identity of the old man.

And he has always wanted to use the old man's mouth to confirm Lao Li's identity and ask about the battle at Zhenlingguan.

After all, although this bad old man has a poisonous mouth, he is indeed well-informed.

"Senior Baili, do you know the identity of Senior Li?" Qin Feng tentatively asked.

"You have already guessed in your heart, why bother to ask." The old man glanced at it, but this time he didn't hide it.

The bad old man said so, it seems that Senior Li really thought of it like Qin Feng, a soldier who survived the Battle of Zhenling Pass.

"But I have always had a question, the generals and soldiers basically practiced the Taoism of the Divine Martial Arts, why did Senior Li practice the Taoism of the Hundred Ghosts?

And his rank is not low," Qin Feng asked.

Among the many orthodox traditions, although Shenwu is not miraculous, but if it is of the same low rank, Wufu's combat power is well-deserved number one.

Therefore, there is an unwritten rule in cultivating generals and soldiers, and that is to practice the martial arts orthodoxy!
After all, there are so many officers and soldiers in the army, and it is a fool's dream to cultivate all of them to high ranks. Therefore, the cost-effectiveness of training martial arts is the highest. Stepping into the ninth rank can turn it into combat power!
The old man Baili squinted his eyes and fell silent.

Just when Qin Feng thought that there would be no answer to this question, the old man said slowly, "Who said he didn't practice martial arts?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Feng was dumbfounded, and Lan Ningshuang also showed a puzzled look.

With the original method of restraining souls and the ability to control Yin spirits, warriors can't do these things, only a hundred ghosts can do it.

But why did the old man say that Senior Li practiced the Taoism of Shenwu?
Wait, is it true that Senior Li is a dual cultivator of martial arts and ghosts?

As soon as this idea came up, it was rejected by Qin Feng.

The practice methods of different orthodoxy are fundamentally different. It is common sense that a person cannot absorb Yin Qi while cultivating strength Qi.

There was a trace of sadness in the old man's eyes, and he added: "He just lost all his strength and rebuilt the Taoism of the Hundred Ghosts."

"What?" Qin Feng and the two were surprised at the same time.

The pain required to rebuild the orthodoxy is far beyond anyone's imagination, especially for Wufu.

Wufu's practice is to turn blood energy into strength, and then continuously polish the body.

If you want to disperse the martial arts cultivation base, you need to experience the pain of burning the body like a fire and cutting it into pieces.

Just ask, who can bear this kind of pain?
"Senior Li, why did you do this?" Lan Ningshuang asked puzzled.

Qin Feng thought of a possibility, and a look of sadness flashed across his eyes.

He took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions: "Hundred ghosts can distinguish ghosts, recognize their souls, and communicate with ghosts. Perhaps the reason why Senior Li lost his cultivation and switched to the Taoism of Hundred Ghosts is just to get along with the dead soldiers. , see you again."

Lan Ningshuang's eyes widened upon hearing this.

The old man on the wicker chair closed his eyes, shook the wicker chair, and fell silent.

Qin Feng thought of that simple house, and thought of the figure of Senior Li alone. His former comrades-in-arms had all left him. Perhaps it was a kind of suffering for him to be alive.

Just when Qin Feng was feeling sad, the old man suddenly said: "What are you doing here in a daze? Have you read all the books in it?

I haven't come for so many days, don't know how to hurry up? "

"I..." Qin Feng was taken aback.

"Get out, get out, don't get in my way here." The old man waved his hand away.

This bad old man is simply inexplicable!
The right fist under the sleeve robe was clenched unconsciously, Qin Feng suppressed the urge to punch the opponent, and stepped into Ting Yuxuan angrily.

On the other side, Lao Li returned to the simple house.

The wine glass on the table in the courtyard was already full of wine, he approached and raised the glass, drank half of it, and then spilled half.

The crutches tapped the ground, and the cellar opened again.

Walking down the stairs, the number of wine jars has increased again, but the number of spirit cards has not changed.

He caressed the stone platform where the spirit card was placed, his fingers were spotless.

"Old fellows" Lao Li pursed his lips, looked at the spirit cards around him, and his eyes were red.

He walked slowly to the innermost part of the cellar, glanced at one of the tokens, and wiped the indication with his palm.

This brand is different from others, it has not engraved the name on it
(End of this chapter)