My wife is a sword god

Chapter 192

Qin Mansion, in a wing room.

Due to the high amount of fire poison that was infected, Lan Ningshuang was still a little weak even after being healed by the uncle.

Therefore, instead of practicing the control of strength at the lake pavilion, she returned to the wing room early and lay down on the bed.

But she didn't rest directly, but lay on the bed and read books.

Sometimes he frowned slightly, sometimes he showed a look of shock, sometimes he looked tender, and sometimes he closed his eyes shyly, and then continued to read the book in his hand between the eyes.

These books were sent to her by Qing'er and the maids in the house, saying that they would relieve her boredom when she was tired.

And it was these books that opened a new door for her.

"I thought that the grandmother of the Liu family was already well-informed, but I didn't expect that there are so many ways in this book.

Can a woman who does not practice martial arts really do it? "Lan Ningshuang whispered with Xiafei's cheeks.

When the love was deep, the figure of my uncle appeared in her mind unconsciously.

It's like bringing my uncle to the men in those scriptures, without any abruptness.

The same is so rich and handsome, the same is so talented, and the same is so humorous.

When Lan Ningshuang was thinking like this, she had already brought herself into the script, and she was even more fascinated by it.

Just when she was immersed in it, the door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open, Lan Ningshuang was startled, she hurriedly stuffed the book in her hand under the pillow, and then pulled the quilt over.

However, she forgot that there were several unpacked books on the quilt.

Because the action of pulling the quilt was too great, all these story books fell to the ground, and the pages were opened.

Some can only see text, which is better.

Some can see the illustrations, the pictures are so beautiful
"Ningshuang, are you feeling better?" Liu Jianli asked softly as she stepped into the room.

She and Lan Ningshuang have known each other since childhood. Although the latter is her sword servant, they are like sisters.

Therefore, when you get along with each other, you don't have too many scruples.

Seeing that there was no one in the lake pavilion, Liu Jianli knew that Lan Ningshuang should be in the wing room, so she rushed to check on the situation.

"Miss." Lan Ningshuang lifted the quilt to cover her lips, her face was flushed, as if she could drip water.

She didn't dare to speak loudly, and her eyes were a little dodgy.

Glancing at the ground, the pages of the book were opened, she was extremely ashamed, hating herself for being so engrossed in reading that she didn't hear any movement outside the house.

Otherwise, how could she not know that someone is coming with her hearing ability of the sixth grade of Shenwu?
Liu Jianli looked at Lan Ningshuang, and saw that the other party's face was abnormally red: "Could it be that you haven't recovered yet, I'll go find him?"

He was naturally referring to Qin Feng.

Lan Ningshuang was shocked when she heard the words, and hurriedly said: "Miss, there's no need, I'm fine, it's just that the quilt is a bit thick and it's too hot."

If you let my uncle know that she read these scripts, then she might as well make her die of shame.

Liu Jianli's fair ears moved slightly: "Your heart is also beating very fast, are you really okay? I'd better find him, it's safer."

"Miss, I'm really fine, don't bother my uncle." Lan Ningshuang lifted the quilt, and her tone was even a bit begging.

Liu Jianli stared at the other party for a moment, then looked down at the books on the ground.

She approached slowly, picked up one of the books, the title was "Ten Miles of Red Makeup", she simply flipped through the first few pages.

It was about a lady from a great family who fell in love with a man in the Demon Slaying Division.

There is nothing in the front, mostly words, telling the process of the two getting acquainted and falling in love.

Especially when the man ran out of the city with his colleagues to kill the demons to protect the safety of the place where the woman lived, the kind of tragic and sincere feeling.

But when the man came back triumphantly, and when he confessed his feelings to the woman, the style of writing was not quite right.

Especially the illustrations next to the pages of the book are simply
Liu Jianli closed the story book, and under the light of the fire and candles in the wing room, her cheeks had a touch of pink, which was really pretty.

"Ningshuang, these books" she hesitated.

"Miss, these books don't belong to me. They were left by Qing'er and the others to relieve my fatigue. I haven't read much, but you came here." When Lan Ningshuang said this, she didn't have the confidence.

"Your body is strange because of looking at these?" Liu Jianli asked softly.

"Miss, don't say any more, I just read this because I want to teach you how to get along with my uncle." Lan Ningshuang explained palely.

In fact, there was a sentence she didn't say, and she also wanted to know more about it in advance, after all, maybe, maybe it will be useful in the future?
With a move of Liu Jianli's right hand, the books on the ground were swept to the table and piled up neatly.

It is easy for a fourth-rank martial artist to control strength.

She came to the bed and sat down, hesitating to speak.

In this silence, Lan Ningshuang was ashamed to bury herself in the quilt.

Until Liu Jianli spoke again, her tone was puzzled: "The woman in the script, why did she do that, it's different from what you said before."

Lan Ningshuang blushed and said, "Maybe that's the case..."

"So that's it." Liu Jianli nodded slightly, then stood up: "Ningshuang, rest more, I'm leaving first."

When she left, she didn't let go of the book she was holding.

The shy Lan Ningshuang didn't notice this either. After the door of the wing room was closed again, she hurriedly got up and put away all the notebooks on the table, vowing in her heart that she would never read them again.

After about a stick of incense, she lay on the bed again, holding a book in her hand, reading it with gusto.

"Grandpa~"

"Ah Choo." Qin Feng rubbed his nose and asked curiously, "Could it be a cold?"

After Bi Fang's breath was blocked, Jinyang City also returned to the cold it should have in winter.

Qin Feng wrapped himself in the black clothes and looked at Shenhai.

Bi Fang's remnant soul was obviously seriously injured. Under the blockade of Wulei, he couldn't move, but curled up quietly.

He glanced at the lavender gas in the sea, it was the tempered literary energy.

Moreover, he could obviously feel that these lavender styles had an indescribable power.

Qin Feng thought of the fresh air displayed by the old man, and guessed in his heart that perhaps the lavender literary air was righteous air.

After all, it is also mentioned in the book that different literati, because of different opportunities, have different righteousness tempered.

Because some people used the fire-shaped visualization diagram, the tempered righteousness was red like a raging fire.

Then he used the visualization map of the five thunders, the tempered righteousness is lavender, which is also reasonable
"I don't know if I can use this lavender righteous energy?" Qin Feng stroked his chin, and then took out a white glove from the Sumeru ring.

After putting it on himself, he opened the window.

With a thought, the lavender righteousness in the divine sea flowed continuously into the white thunder pattern inside the glove.

Although the Bailei Formation needs to be driven by literary qi, righteousness is the product of refined literary qi, so it can be used naturally.

After all the righteous energy in the sea of ​​gods had flowed into the formation, there was a lightning arc surging on the white gloves?
Qin Feng stared wide-eyed, and then saw a ray of purple light, soaring straight into the sky!

(End of this chapter)