Seventh time after four hundred breaths.
Qiu Zhihe was no longer cold, her petite and exquisite body was held in Qin Gengyun's arms, her cheeks were red, and she had no resistance at all.
Qin Gengyun had not been so close to his wife for several days, so he lowered his head to look for her lips again.
Qiu Zhihe quickly stretched out her little hand to touch his face and gasped:
"You, you are injured, don't indulge yourself."
Qin Gengyun looked at the spot on his left shoulder where Chang Zhenzi had injured him, and said with a smile:
"It's just a skin injury, don't worry, madam."
After saying that, he lowered his head again. Qiu Zhihe was unable to resist, so she could only close her eyes and let him do what he did.
After another five and four hundred breaths, the sky was almost clear. Qin Gengyun hugged Qiu Zhihe with satisfaction:
"Madam, go to sleep."
Qiu Zhihe sat up, put on her clothes, turned around and said to him:
"Husband, it's time to get up and practice."
Qin Gengyun was stunned, "Madam, I'm still injured. I've just been busy all night, so I need some rest, right?"
Qiu Zhihe's face turned red with embarrassment, but her eyes were cold:
"Didn't you say it was just a skin injury? I'm waiting in the courtyard."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
"." Qin Gengyun didn't expect his wife to hold such a grudge. He smiled bitterly and had no choice but to put on his clothes and walk out of the bedroom.
But I felt vaguely excited.
Speaking of which, the lady has never taught him how to practice, but today it seems that she is going to teach him how to practice.
I just don’t know who is more severe, my wife or my master?
When they came to the courtyard, they saw Qiu Zhihe standing tall and graceful in a black long dress embroidered with gold silk.
These were the clothes he bought for his wife with the first amount of spiritual stones he earned when he first became a master of alchemy.
At this moment, the lady is wearing it, and her face is still slightly flushed after practicing. Standing in the morning light, she looks like a nine-day Xuannv who is marrying a mortal.
"Madam, you are so beautiful."
Qin Gengyun admired him sincerely. The blush on Qiu Zhihe's face did not fade away, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.
Then he remembered that he still had something serious to say, so he turned cold and took out an embroidery needle from his storage bag.
Qin Gengyun was confused: "Madam, what is this?"
Qiu Zhihe threw the embroidery needle at him. The thing suddenly became thicker and longer in the air. Qin Gengyun quickly caught it:
"Isn't this Chang Yunzi's magic weapon?"
He used this stick to beat Chang Zhenzi to death, and he naturally recognized it, but at that time the stick was like a towering tree, and Qin Gengyun always thought that the stick would only grow longer and thicker.
Unexpectedly, it turned into an embroidery needle in the lady's hands. Qiu Zhihe said:
"This stick is called the 'Qitian Stick'. It is a top-grade artifact. It can suppress mountains. It can stab even the veins of leaves. If it recognizes its owner, it can also fly with the stick."
Hearing his wife's words, Qin Gengyun couldn't help but open his mouth:
"This stick is actually a top-grade artifact? Why can it only be smashed randomly in Chang Yunzi's hands?"
Magical weapons are usually divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. However, there is another level above these three levels, which is called a divine weapon.
It's just that artifacts are extremely rare, and there are only a hundred of them in the entire world of cultivation.
Qiu Zhihe said disdainfully: "Chang Zhenzi has a low level of cultivation and cannot even exert 10% of the power of Qitian Stick. Treasures in his hands are also a waste."
Qin Gengyun held the Qitian Stick, but he felt the stick trembled, as if he didn't want to be held in his hand. He was surprised and said:
"Madam, this stick doesn't seem to like me?"
Qiu Zhihe said: "High-grade divine weapons are all intelligent and can choose their own master. If you are not skilled enough, the Qitian Stick will not recognize you as its master."
Qin Gengyun said in surprise: "Madam, do you mean to give me this stick?"
Qiu Zhihe said matter-of-factly: "You killed Chang Yunzi who held it, so you are naturally its new owner."
Qin Gengyun rubbed the slightly rough body of the stick with his hands, feeling quite excited, but the Qitian Stick trembled again, and it seemed that it was hairy from being touched.
"Madam, this stick seems to be quite disdainful of me."
Qin Gengyun was a little depressed.
Qiu Zhihe took out a booklet from his arms: "Husband, I happen to have a stick technique here. I don't need it. You can try it. After you master it, you may be able to conquer this stick technique."
Qin Gengyun took it and took a look. There was no cover in the booklet, so he couldn't tell what the exercises were. However, the book his wife gave him was definitely not fake.
"Thank you, madam. You're welcome as my husband."
Qin Gengyun accepted the book and waved the Qitian Stick a few times. He felt that it was quite handy. It was a magical tool born for physical training. He couldn't help but asked curiously:
"Madam, who made this stick? Is it also a physical practitioner?"
Qiu Zhihe looked slightly gloomy: "The person who made the Qitian Stick is not a physical cultivator, her husband is a physical cultivator."
Qin Gengyun was surprised: "I actually made a magical weapon for my husband. They really have a deep love for each other. I wonder who the senior is?"
Qiu Zhihe shook his head: "I just heard that, okay, you should practice the stick technique quickly."
"Okay!" Qin Gengyun agreed, walked to the open space in the courtyard with a long stick in hand, and opened the unnamed booklet. All the records on it were about the application of stick techniques, which actually matched the Qitian stick.
He practiced the stick techniques in the book for a while, and it became smoother and smoother. He couldn't help but said with joy:
"Madam, the exercises in your booklet are just right for Qitian Gun!"
Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "Husband, practice well. There are many dangers in the Northern Wilderness. You must exert 20% of the power of the Qitian Stick before going to the Northern Wilderness to protect yourself."
Qin Gengyun waved his heaven-stretching stick and said loudly: "I obey your lady's decree!"
Qiu Zhihe gave him a white look and said, "Concentrate on your cultivation and stop talking nonsense."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the inner hall, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Seeing her husband so happy made her happy too.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I finally found the lost treasure of my Qinglian sect, and gave it to my husband. I also gave him the "Qitian Stick Jue" specially matched with it. No wonder others say that women are If you get married, you will lose money."
Qiu Zhihe walked into the inner hall, and Liusu's narrow laughter came from beside him.
Each divine weapon has its own martial art specifically adapted to it. This Qitian Stick naturally also has the "Qitian Stick Technique", but this skill has long been lost, so Chang Yunzi can only exert 10% of the power of the Qitian Stick.
The Chang family also sent people to search everywhere, but to no avail.
Naturally, they could not have imagined that this "Qi Tian Stick Jue" was actually on the body of the Saint of Qinglian Sect.
And if Liusu's words reach Zhenyang Sect, it will cause an uproar.
Practitioners with some experience know that the Zhenyang Sect has five artifacts, among which is the Qitian Stick.
However, this stick was lost five hundred years ago, but the Zhenyang Sect claimed that it was given to an elder after the leader ascended to the throne.
However, everyone in the world does not know that this Qitian Stick was actually made by the second master of the Qinglian Sect.
At that time, Qinglian Sect was not a "magic sect" feared by the world, but an upright and famous sect.
These secrets are only known to the successive sect masters and saints of the Qinglian Sect, as well as those close to them, so Liusu also knows this secret.
Hearing her words at this time, Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "He found this Qitian Stick, and it should have been given to him."
"Hehe, you are a saint, so you naturally have the right to dispose of our treasures."
Liusu stepped forward to hold Qiu Zhihe on his arm, and what he said next was shocking:
"Back then, the leader of the Shengtanglian Sect loved Zhenyangzi deeply and knew that he was a physical practitioner, so he spent all his efforts to create the magical weapon Qitian Stick for him. He didn't want to end up being killed by Zhenyangzi himself with the Qitian Stick!"
"And our Qinglian Sect was falsely accused of being an evil sect! From now on, we have been tolerated by the world!"
"That Zhenyangzi used the life of Master Shengtanglian to ascend to the position of the leader of Zhenyang Sect. In the end, he rose to the top and was admired by the world."
"A distinguished family, bah!"
(End of chapter)
