My wife is a sword god

Chapter 51
Sure enough, a white phantom appeared out of nowhere in the sea of ​​gods, and with a move with his right hand, the literary energy from the climbing platform poured into the phantom, and then began to circulate.

Qin Feng settled down and concentrated on observing. He knew that this was Xu Ying demonstrating how to guide Wen Qi.

The white and holy literary energy circulated in the phantom for five weeks, and then gathered on the closed index finger and middle finger of the right hand, turning into white needles, which looked a bit like the silver needles commonly used by doctors.

Thinking about it, the literary skills taught in a medical book should naturally be related to medical skills.

At the same time, an inexplicable voice sounded again: "Bai Cun, you can use it when you step into the ninth rank, and you can turn your cultural energy into a sharp needle, piercing the skin to the bone, and killing people invisible.

And the stronger the literary spirit, the stronger the power. "

Qin Feng opened his mouth wide, a little in disbelief, the literary skills taught in a medical book, his meow is actually a killing skill?Do you have any medical ethics? !

Of course, he just complained, and he was still flattered, after all, after being a tortoise for so long, he finally had the means to take the initiative to attack.

Moreover, just looking at the introduction of the literary skill of Baicun, it doesn't say that it can't be used as a silver needle.

The white phantom disappeared, and Qin Feng returned to reality. He circulated the cultural energy in his body, and within a short while, a white needle appeared on the two fingers that were closed together, which was exactly Bai Cun.

This needle, no matter how you look at it, is a bit short and thin, and it doesn't fit in with the mighty and majestic self. Qin Feng pulled his lips, he couldn't admit that he was short, and he could only attribute it to his lack of accumulated literary spirit.

Suddenly, with a burst of fragrance, Cang Feilan's graceful figure came into view, she blinked her light blue eyes, and handed over the bun in her hand.

I stayed in Ting Yuxuan for three days without leaving, and Miss Cang kept coming to feed her during the period. It feels so good to be taken care of by a rich woman.

Qin Feng took the bun, bit it down, and said with a satisfied face, "Thank you Miss Cang for the past few days."

"Well, that blue-clothed guard of yours is already listening to Yuxuan's gate, it looks like he must have been waiting for a long time." Cang Feilan said lightly.

Hearing this, Qin Feng ate the steamed stuffed bun in a few bites, but because he ate it too fast, he choked and his face turned red.

Seeing this, Cang Feilan stretched out her white and delicate right hand, as if she wanted to pat Qin Feng's back, but halfway through her hand, she suddenly thought of something, and she stopped, and a faint pink climbed up to the mutton-fat jade-like body. ear tip.

Qin Feng patted his chest violently a few times, and finally calmed down: "Miss Cang, I still have something to do, so let's take a step first."

"Well, I won't see you off." Cang Feilan replied softly, and as the hurried steps of the stairs gradually drifted away, she stared at her right hand in a daze.

Recently, I am a little strange, what is going on? Cang Feilan thought so.

"Uncle." Listening to Yuxuan's entrance, Lan Ningshuang greeted Qin Feng.

Qin Feng nodded in greeting, and was about to leave when he seemed to have discovered something. Why did he feel that Miss Lan's temperament was a little different from before, as if she had more confidence?
Maybe it was because she stared at it for too long, Miss Lan subconsciously took a step back, her eyes dodged a little, and her confidence was gone.

Sure enough, I was wrong, Qin Feng touched his chin and said: "Three days have come, Miss Lan, accompany me to Xinquan Street to get wine."

"Okay, uncle."

After about a stick of incense, the two rushed to Xinquan Street. The door of Lao Li's house was not closed, and they could see at a glance that the courtyard was full of stacked wine. If you look closely, there are three hundred altars!
At this moment, Lao Li was sitting on the stone bench. He saw Qin Feng and the two of them, and pointed to the courtyard: "All the drinks you want are here, and they have been repeatedly distilled according to your requirements."

Qin Feng's eyes showed excitement, he hastily opened a jar, the aroma of wine was overflowing, and he seemed to be drunk just by smelling it.

Even Lan Ningshuang, who never drank, couldn't help but be attracted by the aroma of the wine, showing an intoxicated expression.

Qin Feng's thoughts entered Xumijie, and when Xumijie flashed in his arms, the three hundred jars of wine in the courtyard disappeared instantly.

"Hey, the brat is quite rich? Space treasures that can hold so many wine jars are not cheap." Lao Li raised his eyebrows and said.

"Where, where, it's just a small thing." Qin Feng pretended to be modest, but he was happy in his heart. It's good to have a rich woman behind him. When you go out, it's more face-saving to show off casually!
After simply pretending to be aggressive, Qin Feng took out another money bag from the Sumeru Ring: "Senior Li, this is the 500 taels agreed in advance, and after the drinks are sold, [-]% of the profit will definitely be given to you." .”

Lao Li took the money bag and tossed it in his hands. He didn't show the joy of being rich. To him, money seemed to be just a number.

"Then what am I going to do next? Continue to brew this kind of wine for you?"

"It must be brewed, but I hope that the seniors will hide the brewed wine in the cellar and not take it out easily."

"Why? Once this fine wine is released, the money will flow in. I see that you are a greedy master, and you don't use this wine to make a fortune?" Lao Li showed a puzzled look.

Qin Feng explained: "Scarcity is the most valuable thing. If this drink appears in front of the world in large quantities, it will be worthless. Business requires a long flow of water."

"I see." Lao Li raised his eyebrows, and looked at Qin Feng contemptuously, as if to say, you are a profiteer.

"I understand. I will put the brewed wine in the cellar, and you can pick it up when you need it."

"Thank you, Senior Li. This junior still has some things to deal with, so let's take a step forward." Qin Feng said goodbye with his hands clasped together, and rushed towards Wangyue Residence with Lan Ningshuang. Three days had passed, and the drinks in the restaurant should be sold out. If they don't replenish the drinks, the business of Wangyueju will inevitably be affected.

After the two left, Lao Li poured himself a glass of wine, and as before, he drank half and sprinkled half on the ground.

The wine was very strong, with a strong aroma, and Lao Li blushed slightly, humming an unknown song, thinking of those days when he drank with his brothers in the past.

Humming, humming, two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks.

He tapped the ground with his crutches, and the money bag containing 500 taels of silver collapsed in an instant.

For the poor people in Xinquan Street, today is a good day, because for some reason, some coins appeared out of thin air on the tables of their houses.

That's their lifeline.

When you come to Wangyueju, you can hear noisy voices from a distance.

"What do you mean? You lied to us earlier that there is no wine, but the nobles on the third floor can drink it?"

"Why, rich people are human beings? We ordinary people are not human beings?"

"The sale of alcohol depends on the identity of the person. You Wangyueju are really amazing."

"Everyone, listen to me, what's so delicious in such a restaurant, they look down on us, let's eat elsewhere!"

Shopkeeper Peng at the door was sweating profusely, and kept apologizing to everyone, but it was of no avail. He kept thinking in his heart, why the young master hasn't come yet, I can't hold it anymore.

At this moment, a sword qi pierced the wind and cut at the feet of the most screaming man, making him scream out in fright.

The rest of the people were also at a loss by this sudden scene.

"The restaurant is a place to eat, if you want to make noise, go elsewhere."

When everyone heard the voice, they looked for their reputation, and saw that the person who spoke was a handsome man in white and black, and beside him stood a beautiful woman in blue with a sword on her waist and a cold expression. .

Seeing the visitor, Peng Qing was very excited: "Young Master, you have come!"

(End of this chapter)