My wife is a sword god

Chapter 44 The Cultivation Direction of the Eighth Rank of Wensheng

Qin Feng observed Qin An's energy direction with his pupils, and explained: "As I said earlier, this sect's saber technique pays attention to four levels of strength, and the first level is the front. Chop rocks.

The second level of strength is to see the subtleties, which can cut off the leaves on the trees ten feet away without hurting the veins.

Of course, if you want to accomplish this, you need to be able to rely more energy on the blade and master energy more proficiently. "

Qin An responded and continued to swing the saber. Suddenly, his body stopped and his brows frowned. It was because his energy flow had gone awry and he had to stop.

This result was also expected by Xing Sheng. If Shenwu's martial arts were something that could be mastered only by dictation, then Daqian would have long been dominated by Shenwu Taoism.

For warriors, in order to fully master a martial art of martial arts, in addition to accumulated practice, a famous teacher who can impart experience is also extremely important.

But obviously, the uncle who has no strength can't do this.

Xing Sheng shook his head, feeling in his heart, it's still a bit of a fantasy for a literati to teach martial arts.

"Second brother, do you know what went wrong in the energy movement just now?" Qin Feng asked.

Qin An shook his head: "Brother, please clarify."

"Well, come here."

Listening to this conversation, Xing Sheng felt a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er. My uncle's insightful eyes could see that the energy flow was wrong, but it didn't surprise him too much. After all, my uncle also saw through the shortcomings of the previous Yubingjue.

But guiding the movement of strength and seeing the movement of strength are completely different things!

I saw Qin Feng put his right hand on Qin An's abdomen, and after about half a stick of incense, the latter's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother, I understand!"

After the words fell, Qin An couldn't wait to practice the second stage of Tiangang Yuanzhan, but this time, he went through the place where the energy flow went wrong just now.

"How could this happen?!" Xing Sheng widened his eyes.

But what happened next surprised him even more. After Qin An solved a problem, there were three more errors in the circulation of energy, and every time, the uncle just put his right hand on the second son's abdomen as before, It is easily resolved.

Xing Sheng swallowed his saliva, which completely broke his previous cognition.

"Second brother, I have corrected all your mistakes, and the next step is for you to continue to practice and understand.

If my expectation is not bad, when you successfully step into the second stage of Tiangang Yuanzhan, your sword intent should be able to step into the Chongyue, and the sixth-grade Shenwu Gathering Force realm can also touch the threshold. "Qin Feng swore.

"Thank you, brother." Qin An looked excited, and he didn't want to waste a second, and devoted himself to practicing swords again.

At the same time, Qin Feng opened his eyes sharply, and his heart was extremely excited. At this moment, in his divine sea, a white light flashed on the first step to the rooftop. One-fifth of the ladder!

The speed of accumulating literary energy is much faster than reading a book!

After being excited, Qin Feng fell into thought.

At the ninth rank, applying what you have learned in the book will give you about ten times more literary energy than reading a book, but at the eighth rank of literary sage, the literary energy you will gain by applying what you have learned is far greater than reading a book .

It can be seen from this that if you want to improve quickly in the eighth grade of Wensheng, the key is to apply what you have learned!

Even so, it does not mean that reading is useless. After all, the more knowledge you accumulate, the more opportunities you can apply what you have learned.
After weighing it over and over again, Qin Feng still decided to read all the books in Ting Yuxuan as soon as possible, so as to do it step by step, accumulating thick and thin.

"Second brother, you are here to practice the knife, I have something to go out."

"Okay, big brother."

Seeing that Qin Feng was about to leave, Xing Sheng hurriedly followed him: "Young Master, what happened just now? Why did you just put your hand on the Second Young Master's abdomen, and you were able to guide him to circulate his Qi correctly."

"What's so difficult about it? I just channeled my own cultural energy into his body, and then showed him the correct route of the energy." Qin Feng replied casually.

"Can it still be like this?" Xing Sheng opened his mouth wide, with a look of disbelief on his face: "But, if you want to demonstrate to the second son, you need to know how to use your energy, young master, but..."

Qin Feng turned his head: "You want to say, but I'm just a scholar, not a martial artist. How can I find the correct way to circulate energy just based on the contents of the book?"

Xing Sheng nodded, but saw his uncle pat him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Heitantou, this kind of thing is about talent, don't you think that I study because I am not a martial arts material, I just feel that I am a good student. For me, Wu is not too challenging.

As the saying goes, the heights are unbearably cold, and the invincible is the loneliest.”

Looking at Heitan's adoring eyes, Qin Feng's heart was soaring, this kind of pretentious feeling is really good.

"Uncle, have you ever considered joining the army? If you can guide the Shenhou army with your skills, our army will be able to kill the enemy on the battlefield in the future, and it will be like a broken bamboo!" Xing Sheng said excitedly.

What a joke, let me go to the front line, not to kill me Qin Feng coughed dryly: "I have actually been thinking about joining the army to serve the country, but it is not the time yet."

"Young master thinks that my cultivation is still shallow, so I want to sharpen myself more?"

"Shh, the secret must not be leaked, I will tell you when the time comes." Qin Feng waved his hands and walked away, leaving Heitantou with an unfathomable back.

Before leaving the Qin Mansion, Qin Feng went to look for Lan Ningshuang on purpose. Since the return from Heiwulin, Lan Ningshuang has taken full responsibility for the guard work when she was out, and Xing Sheng will not be allowed to interfere.

Although Qin Feng didn't understand why he did this, he didn't ask too much. Anyway, it doesn't matter who guards him.

When they came to the lake pavilion, the two Yiren looked at the lake with calm expressions.

Lan Ningshuang saw Qin Feng and said softly, "Miss, I'm going to protect my uncle."

"En." Liu Jianli said nothing.

After the two left the Qin residence, Qin Feng asked, "Has your young lady eaten normally recently?"

"Thanks to Uncle, my young lady now eats at least one meal every day." Lan Ningshuang was sincerely grateful.

"That's good. Now I go to listen to Yuxuan, and I will also read books related to medical skills. I believe that one day, I will be able to heal your lady's injury."

Lan Ningshuang smiled slightly, her brows were full of tenderness: "I believe my uncle can do it."

When I came to the gate of Ting Yuxuan, I saw Cang Feilan with her arms folded around her chest, standing beside the old man Baili, she seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

She glanced at Qin Feng and the two, without saying anything, she stepped into Ting Yuxuan.

Qin Feng followed closely behind.

Lan Ningshuang didn't have much interest in listening to Yuxuan's interior, and she wasn't qualified to enter, so she stood at the door with her sword in her hand, closed her eyes and exhaled, condensing the strength in her body.

The old man Baili opened a slit of his eyes, took a look, and couldn't help laughing: "This kid from the Qin family is very lucky."

The beauty in blue pretended not to hear, and still practiced with her eyes closed, but her cheeks were slightly blush.

(End of this chapter)