My wife is a sword god

Chapter 49 Old Li's Identity

Qin Feng handed over the tools and operation details of the liquid distillation method to Lao Li, and the latter, as if he had found a treasure, immediately patted his chest and promised that in the morning three days later, he could come here to get the wine.

The two said goodbye and left.

In the yard, Lao Li sat back on the stone bench, and an incredible scene happened.

I saw the broom that fell on the ground stood up and began to clean the courtyard.

Unattended sorghum is constantly peeled off by inexplicable forces and thrown into baskets.

The wooden sticks in the cauldron began to stir, and even the wine cup on the table was lifted by something, and the wine began to pour.

Lao Li seemed to have thought of something, stood up, and tapped the ground with his cane.

Near the corner of the outer wall of the courtyard, the dust was billowing, and the ground was actually cracked, revealing the downward stone steps.

Walking down the stone steps, there is a huge cellar, the space is many times larger than the courtyard!
At a glance, candles were flickering, and there were tablets of dead people, and under the tablets, jars of wine were piled up.

With cloudy eyes, Lao Li said with a smile: "Guys, I know a new method of brewing wine, and the wine produced is fragrant and strong.

When the time comes, I will give you a taste. "

The flames flickered, but no one answered.

A sigh echoed in the cellar.

On the way Qin Feng and the others were going back, Lan Ningshuang suddenly lowered her head and bit her lip and said, "Master, I blame my low strength for failing to protect your safety."

Qin Feng smiled when he heard the words: "Miss Lan has stepped into the seventh rank of Shenwu and the sword intent Chongyue realm at such a young age, is this also called low strength?
Then my uncle, am I a waste? "

"But just now."

"How old is he, do you want to compare with him?"

Sensing that the beauty beside him was still blaming herself, Qin Feng stopped and said solemnly: "There are all kinds of morals in the world, among which martial arts are the purest, and they pay attention to open-mindedness. You should not take advantage of the horns and affect your cultivation."

"But, if it wasn't for me, my uncle wouldn't be forced to cooperate with that person."

"Forced? I said why are you so guilty? It turned out to be a misunderstanding." Qin Feng shook his head and chuckled: "I cooperated with Senior Li willingly, and I was absolutely not forced to say it. You don't have to blame yourself anymore. "

"My lord, you don't need to comfort me." Lan Ningshuang bit her lip, her face even more guilty.

Hey, this girl is also a muscle. In desperation, Qin Feng could only tell the reason: "Who do you think that senior is like?"

"Who?" Lan Ningshuang was stunned, and began to analyze: "He has a hot temper, he does things straight, he is arrogant but he is also very principled, and the scars on his body look like soldiers fighting on the battlefield?"

Qin Feng nodded, his eyes full of admiration: "If my guess is correct, Senior Li is not an ordinary soldier, but someone who survived the battle of Zhenling Pass 18 years ago."

"The Battle of Zhenling Pass?" Lan Ningshuang exclaimed. It can be said that this kind of battle is known to everyone in the Dagan Dynasty. as a hero, but
"I'm afraid my uncle made a mistake. The [-] soldiers who went to Zhenlingguan back then died in the long river of history, and no one survived."

Qin Feng was shocked: "How come? I read the historical records, didn't there be less than a hundred people who returned it?"

Lan Ningshuang replied: "That's true, but my uncle doesn't know that because Garuda eats dragons all the year round, the dragon's blood accumulates in his body and turns into cursed fire. Once contaminated, it will be like a gangrene that cannot be extinguished.

The soldiers who survived that year were burned to death by Garuda's curse fire on the way back before they could reunite with their families, leaving no bones left.

It is also recorded in "Dagan Zhenling War History" that less than a hundred people returned, and the corpses were hidden in the wild. So far, no one knows where the ashes of those returned soldiers were scattered. "

Qin Feng opened his mouth, and recalled the content of the history books he had read in Yuxuan. It was true that there was no explanation above, what was the final result of the soldiers who survived, did they really die?
No, no, at the place where Senior Li broke his leg, the unseen, long-lasting flame is clearly Garuda's curse fire!
But if Senior Li is really a surviving soldier from the battle of Zhenling Pass, why did he disappear and hide in this small city of Jinyang?
Qin Feng thought about it, but couldn't understand the reason.

Maybe, you can go to listen to Yuxuan and ask that bad old man?
Qin Feng had an idea, and immediately took Lan Ningshuang to Ting Yuxuan.

The old man Baili waved his fan and glanced at the two of them: "Hey, it's quite early today?" Even so, there was no surprise in the old man's words, as if he had expected it.

"Senior Baili, this junior is puzzled about something." Before Qin Feng could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Stop it! I'm just a bad old man watching the door. If you want to know anything, go inside and find the answer yourself." The old man raised his legs and looked like he was going around.

Lan Ningshuang frowned slightly.

I really want to beat this bad old man up. Qin Feng clenched his fist, but finally let go. After all, he still has something to ask for.

"Senior, I have almost read the books on the lower three floors of Yuxuan. I would like to ask, what are the requirements for reading books on the floors above the third floor?" He was mentally prepared to be made things difficult by the bad old man, but the next words made him never expect.

"Conditions? There are no conditions. You can go up if you want. Except for the ninth floor, you can visit the rest as you like." The old man replied casually.

"It's that simple?" Qin Feng's eyes widened with disbelief.

The old man waved his fan and said leisurely: "Do you still remember the last bet?"

Qin Feng recalled it for a while, and tentatively asked: "The poetry is above six feet?"

"That's right, I said at the time that as long as you write poems over six feet, Ting Yuxuan will let you in and out as you please.

And I won your poems, the restrictions below the third floor, naturally I have to give up, otherwise, if I just took advantage of a junior for nothing, where will I put my old face? "The old man picked out his ears and blew away the dirt on them.

Just like you, you still have the face, Qin Feng pulled the corner of his mouth, suddenly thought of something, and asked again: "In this case, why didn't senior say it before?"

"Didn't I say that?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

"Have you ever said that?" Qin Feng asked immediately, complaining in a tone of voice.

The two stalemate, after a long time, the old man yawned: "Then you didn't ask before, so that's it, if you want to go in, go in quickly, don't disturb my rest."

I really want to beat him up!
Qin Feng suppressed the grievance in his heart, and said sideways: "Miss Lan, please go to Wangyue Residence and tell shopkeeper Peng that the matter of drinks has been resolved.

Then in these three days, I will not leave Ting Yuxuan, so I don't need your guard. If there is anything urgent, just come here and find me. "

"Okay, uncle." Lan Ningshuang bid farewell and left.

Qin Feng stepped into Ting Yuxuan, but didn't notice that there was a figure standing at the corner of the street, with a strange smile on his face, staring at his back.

This person is one of the seventh-rank warriors who came back to life in the city lord's mansion!
I saw him slowly approaching Ting Yuxuan, with his right hand slowly touching the saber at his waist.

But when he was less than ten feet away from Ting Yuxuan, a gust of wind blew, his figure stopped, and his body turned into smoke and dust in the blink of an eye and dispersed with the wind!

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and no one around noticed it!
The old man Baili was still lying on the rattan chair, squinting his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Did a mouse get in, why does it smell bad?"

(End of this chapter)