My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 25
Lan Ningshuang shouted coldly: "Tang Xuan, don't go too far!"

Under the doubtful eyes of the guests, Tang Xuan walked into the lobby: "I'm just telling the truth, is this too much?

As we all know, it is not so easy for the groom to uncover the bride's back fan in my big job.

And the groom puts the fan on, the more thought he spends, it also shows that the groom attaches more importance to the bride, Mr. Qin, I don’t know if I’m right? "

Meng Xue and Qin Jianan looked at each other, wondering what this person meant.

Qin An's face was ugly, and he took a step forward: "My eldest brother's wedding, he can reveal it as he wants, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Tang Xuan turned his head and looked over when he heard the words, the smile on his lips disappeared, and he said coldly: "I'm talking to your elder brother, why do you interrupt, the Qin family is so unruly?"

As soon as the words were finished, Boss Mo waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind pierced through the lobby, shaking Qin Ansheng to the side beams and pillars, making a loud bang.

"An'er!" Qin Jianan and Erniang exclaimed.

All the guests under the seat gasped.

Lan Ningshuang and Xing Sheng stood up and stared angrily. Seeing the situation, they seemed to be ready to fight if there was a disagreement. Some of the guests sitting outside had even sneaked away.

The clay figurine was still angry, but Qin Feng couldn't bear it at this moment. He took the initiative to step forward and said expressionlessly, "What exactly do you want?"

"Mr. Qin, what does this mean? I just want to follow the etiquette."

"Then I will listen to your etiquette."

"Generally speaking, if you want to uncover the fan, the groom will have to write a fan poem anyway, but Mr. Qin is a scholar of literary and moral traditions, so a mere fan poem is definitely not a problem. If you really want to do this, it's a bit boring up
How about this, the two of us each write a poem, discuss and compare each other, it can be regarded as adding fun to the wedding, what do you think? After the words fell, Tang Xuan took out a black brush with a blood-stained tip from the jade pendant in the space around his waist.

Seeing this thing, Lan Ningshuang couldn't help but exclaimed: "Death pen!"

Qin Feng also frowned when he heard the words. It was mentioned in the book that the so-called killing brush is a treasure that can visualize the artistic conception in poetry. Although this thing can't cause actual harm, it can break text The questioning platform of the saints, and once the questioning platform is broken, the writers of the saints will also have no relationship with the tradition of the saints.

It turns out that this guy has been thinking about it all the time, and I'm worried that I won't be able to teach you a lesson. Since you're looking for death, I'll do it for you. Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

In this world, as far as poetry is concerned, as far as he is concerned, there is no one who can fight!
"That will follow"

"No!"

Before Qin Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lan Ningshuang, who walked to the side and whispered: "Tang Xuan is studying in Haowen Academy in Fengtian City, and he has stepped into the state of mind of Wensheng Bapin not long ago. But how can you compete with him if you are a ninth-rank talented scholar? Don't be reckless!"

Seeing this, Tang Xuan sneered and said: "If Mr. Qin is afraid, it's okay, but the etiquette is not enough. If you want to uncover the bride's back fan, I will not agree."

This is a naked threat!

Qin Feng glanced at the other party, and said lightly: "Miss Lan, there is no need to say more, I have made up my mind."

"you"

"Okay! Scholars should have such courage!" Tang Xuan laughed loudly, and immediately threw the killer pen in his hand into the air.

Everyone saw that a translucent white mask instantly spread out around the heart-killing brush, and Tang Xuan and Qin Feng were enveloped in it in the blink of an eye.

Tang Xuan's treachery succeeded, he couldn't help looking at Qin Feng, with a sneer on his face, the murderous intent in his eyes almost turned into substance.

However, Qin Feng was unmoved, and asked instead: "I don't know Mr. Tang, but is there any limit to the content of the poem?"

"Everyone in the world knows that Ms. Liu is extremely talented, and her accomplishments in the way of swords are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Since this is the case, we will each write a poem related to swords."

The sword is about killing, and using the sword as a poem, the artistic conception in the poem must focus on killing. He really doesn't hide his murderous intentions. Qin Feng thought so.

Looking at Tang Xuan again, as soon as he finished speaking, he swiped his fingers in the void. What is surprising is that where his fingertips passed, there was a golden light, and every line of poetry jumped out of the void.

This is the ability to kill heart pen?
Outside the mask, Lan Ningshuang saw that Qin Feng was still in a daze, and reminded anxiously: "Compose the poem quickly, the killer pen will concretize the artistic conception in the poem. Influenced by the artistic conception in the poem, it will be difficult for you to write poetry again!"

"It's too late!" Tang Xuan drew the last stroke with his fingers, and couldn't help laughing wildly. He saw a dazzling golden light in the void, and within a moment, within the mask of the killing brush, he could see everything at a glance. The densely packed swords exude an astonishing killing intent!
"Die to me!" Tang Xuan yelled, countless imaginary swords criss-crossed and criss-crossed, and the sound of the swords trembled, directly cutting Qin Feng.

However, everyone present did not expect that the latter would slowly close his eyes under such a battle.

"Stupid, the concrete artistic conception in the poem affects the state of mind, what's the use of closing your eyes, die to me!" Tang Xuan showed madness.

After the words fell, thousands of swords flew together, and the sword lights intersected, all passing through the body.

"Feng'er!" Qin Jianan and Erniang stood up and exclaimed.

"Brother!" Qin An, who was leaning on the beam and clutching his chest, was about to burst into tears.

"My lord!" Xing Sheng and Lan Ningshuang attacked the mask together, but the killing brush is a treasure, so how can they break through it with their strength?
Tang Xuan's insolent laughter was so ear-piercing. He firmly believed that with the strength of Qin Feng's Ninth Grade Wensheng, under such battles, even if his liver and gallbladder were not torn apart by fright, it was not far behind, but the next one The sound made his laughter stop abruptly.

"That's the only way?" Qin Feng opened his eyes, expressionless.

Seeing that Qin Feng was fine, everyone at the scene was surprised, except Tang Xuan: "No, it's impossible, you are only a ninth-grade literary sage, how can you resist the murderous artistic conception in my poem?!"

"The accumulation of rhetoric and murderous intent, is this worthy of poetry?" Qin Feng slowly raised his right hand, tapped on the void, and said lightly, "Let me teach you, what is poetry!"

They all stared wide-eyed and watched carefully, I'm going to pretend!

No, things about scholars should make people appear holy.
Qin Feng waved his fingertips, and the golden words jumped out, and he saw - "Long sword and a cup of wine, a man's heart is square."

Lingkong's heart-killing pen vibrated, and the golden words flashed. A knight with a sword in his right hand and a jug in his left slowly walked out of the words and came behind Qin Feng.

I saw the knight raised his head to drink, and swung his sword. Tang Xuan's poetic evolution of all kinds of sharp swords were all blown away!

Tang Xuan's eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice: "You obviously haven't finished your poem, why can your artistic conception be concretized?!"

Qin Feng ignored it, and slid his finger again, and saw again—"The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a shooting star."

With a neighing sound, a white horse with a silver saddle leaped in front of the knight. The knight put down the wine pot, raised his sword and rushed to the door, and rushed straight to the countless sharp blades.

The white figure was as fast as lightning, and the sound of Jin Ming could be heard endlessly. In a short while, the knight returned to Qin Feng's side on a white horse, and Tang Xuan's side, the thousand sharp blades of poetic evolution, were gone!

Tang Xuan's face turned pale in an instant. The other party only wrote two lines of poems, and all his poetry was defeated. If the poems are completed, his questioning platform will be cut by the killer pen!
Seeing Qin Feng's finger slide again, Tang Xuan hurriedly said: "Slow, slow, I admit defeat!"

"It's too late." Qin Feng responded in a cold voice, drawing a few afterimages with his fingers, and the third line of the poem was impressively completed - "Kill a person in ten steps, and never leave a thousand miles!"

The poetic knight opened his eyes sharply, and saw him swinging the long sword in his hand. Ten steps away, Tang Xuan felt as if his head had been cut off, and instantly let out a miserable scream, and his back was covered in cold sweat. wet.

His hair was disheveled, his body was trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot, which was in stark contrast to his previous arrogant appearance.

"I am the son of Shang Shulang of the Ministry of War, if you dare to kill me and destroy the foundation of my practice, my father will not let you go!

Did you hear it?If you dare to finish writing the poem, my father will definitely send someone to crush your Qin Mansion! "

Qin Feng was unmoved, the two sides had already reached a situation where they would never die, even if he let the other party go, with Tang Xuan's character, he would definitely settle the score after the autumn. If so, why not take advantage of the present to cut off its roots and sever its fangs!
Swipe your fingertips, use your fingers as a sword, and write words into sharp edges!

"No, no! Mr. Mo, save me!" Tang Xuan screamed hysterically.

Hearing this, the green-robed old man appeared in the lobby instantly, and he turned his hands into palms and hit the mask with all his strength.

However, even with his strength, he couldn't defeat the protective circle built by Killing Heart Pen!
Seeing this scene, Mr. Mo immediately shouted: "Boy, stop now, or even if you are the husband-in-law of the Liu family, I will crush you!"

But Mr. Mo would never have imagined that Qin Feng would give him a cold glance in exchange for his threat.

And the last line of the poem is finally finished.

"Fuck your clothes away, and hide your merits and fame!"

(End of this chapter)