My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 142: A Kiss Under the Moon

Chapter 142: A Kiss Under the Moon

The two days passed quickly.

The weather in the city was unpredictable, with continuous rain at times and extreme heat at others, making it feel more like summer than winter.

During these two days, Qin Feng took the time to practice medicine at the entrance of Bao Yi Medical Hall, accumulating experience.

In the afternoons, he went to Listen To Rain Pavilion to memorize books.

During this period, he hadn’t seen Miss Cang in Listen To Rain Pavilion, which disappointed him greatly.

He had also asked Old fogey about what Miss Cang had been doing recently, but the only response he got was a contemptuous laugh.

This was somewhat expected by him.

It’s worth mentioning that when walking on the city streets, you could often see the figures of the Divine Craftsman Workshop’s people.

Whether leaving Qin’s mansion in the morning or returning at night, these people were always busy repairing the damaged streets and buildings.

Working tirelessly day and night, they truly lived up to the title of the Rolling King.

However, Qin Feng was still curious about who had invited the people from the Divine Craftsman Workshop.

“Under the guidance of Senior Divine General, Second Brother’s swordsmanship has indeed gained more charm than before. However, I always feel a bit uncomfortable in my heart. It’s as if the student I painstakingly cultivated was taken away by another teacher.”

“According to Black Charcoal Head, Senior Yu has been praising Second Brother’s talent with the sword in front of Senior Divine General frequently these days, intentionally or unintentionally. It seems that my previous hints have worked, and Senior Yu has joined the camp persuading Senior Divine General to take disciples. It’s just unclear when there will be substantial progress.”

“Speaking of it, the meridian damage in Liu Jianli’s body will be completely healed tonight. At that time, she will be able to stand up again and return to being the admired Sword God.”

Qin Feng thought of the figure in white and his expression became somewhat trance-like.

The two of them should not have had any connection, but due to an ancestral engagement, they inexplicably had a slight link at birth.

The Liu family prospered, while the Qin family fell and moved to Jinyang City.

The ancestral engagement naturally became a joke.

No one believed that the two families would fulfill the engagement.

As a result of Liu Jianli’s failed tribulation, she was cast out of the mortal world. Following the engagement, Mr. Liu sent her away to this place.

Who could have guessed such a turn of events?

Qin Feng shook his head with emotion, and his memories drifted back to the day of their marriage.

The beautiful woman in red, holding a fan, he could still vividly remember the delicacy, softness, and the faint warmth when he held her hand.

On the night of their wedding, the beautiful woman changed back into white clothes, sitting alone in the courtyard, gazing at the sky with vacant eyes.

The lonely figure was heart-wrenching to see.

He remembered her graceful control of water currents with her right hand.

He remembered the elegance with which the other party’s jade fingers gently opened her red lips while eating noodles.

He recalled her talent in turning water into a dragon and sword.

He remembered her powerful swordsmanship, cutting through bones with a single stroke, breaking the clouds and revealing the bright moon.

The trembling in the thunderstorm, the unparalleled beauty with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Inadvertently, the two had already experienced so much.

The celestial beauty from the mortal world may only linger for a moment.

“If I heal you, will you leave and once again strive for the pinnacle of swordsmanship?” Qin Feng muttered to himself, feeling a bit lost at this moment.

He looked up at the sky.

The bright moon was like frost, and the gentle wind was like water, pure and boundless.

However, there was no one to share this melancholy moment.

“When did I become so sentimental?” Qin Feng laughed self-deprecatingly, then exhaled lightly and walked towards the lakeside pavilion.

“Miss, after tonight, your body will be healed, and you can stand up again,” Lan Ningshaung exclaimed excitedly from the lakeside pavilion.

“Okay.” Liu Jianli responded lightly. The damaged meridians in her body were mostly restored. With her control over her body, she could already walk like a normal person.

However, if the meridians were not completely repaired, there would still be some problems with the circulation of energy, affecting her cultivation in the divine martial path.

She looked up at the sky. Unconsciously, she had been here for nearly two months.

Indeed, many things had happened.

At this moment, the figure of the person in black robes slowly emerged in her mind.

As if thinking of something, Liu Jianli suddenly asked, “Ningshuang, if I want to express gratitude to someone, what can I do?”

In the past, she lived an unchanging life—either cultivating or practicing swordsmanship.

So much so that she didn’t know how to navigate the intricacies of human relationships.

“Miss, is the person you’re talking about Young Master?” Lan Ningshaung curiously asked.

Liu Jianli nodded slightly.

After pondering for a moment, Lan Ningshaung murmured, “If it’s an ordinary person, just give a gift and express gratitude. But since Miss and Young Master are a couple, there’s no need to be bound by such formalities.”

“Oh, by the way, Granny from the Liu family once told me a method!” Lan Ningshaung’s eyes sparkled as she approached and whispered something to Liu Jianli.

When the two separated, a faint blush appeared on Liu Jianli’s fair face, making her look incredibly charming.

“Do we really have to do that?” she asked with uncertainty.

“Granny from the Liu family knows a lot. Since she said so, it must be right. Oh, Miss, Young Master is here!” Lan Ningshaung reminded in a low voice.

Liu Jianli, upon hearing the words, sat back up. The previous trance made her unaware of the other person’s arrival.

Qin Feng walked to the lake pavilion, feeling that the atmosphere here was somewhat strange.

Lan Ningshuang left on pretext, not wanting to disturb the world that should have belonged to the two of them.

After watching Ningshuang leave, Qin Feng looked again at the beautiful woman in white.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but tonight’s Liu Jianli seemed somewhat unnatural. On her flawless face, there seemed to be a hint of a faint blush.

Could it be the lighting?

Qin Feng shook his head, exhaling, and said, “After tonight, the damage to your meridians will be completely repaired.”

“Um.” Liu Jianli responded lightly.

Surprisingly, her reaction was as usual. Qin Feng sighed inwardly; he had hoped to glean something from her face.

After the injuries were healed, would Liu Jianli choose to stay or leave?

Despite the label of husband and wife, perhaps he was just a passerby in her life.

“Never mind, instead of thinking about these uncertainties, it’s better to ask her directly after treating her,” Qin Feng thought, calming himself.

He took out the medicinal liquid for treatment, and his fingertips gathered together in full concentration.

During medical practice, it was a big mistake to let one’s thoughts wander. Qin Feng wouldn’t make such an error.

After a few long hours, Qin Feng put away the medicine, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Though the treatment time wasn’t short, Qin Feng felt time passed quickly.

The meridian damage was completely repaired, and the qi within Liu Jianli’s body flowed smoothly again.

A powerful aura swept the surroundings like a tide, making Qin Feng’s hair flutter, and his clothes rustled.

Liu Jianli effortlessly calmed the internal energy, returning everything to tranquility.

Then, she slowly stood up under Qin Feng’s complex gaze.

“Thank you,” she said, her lips lightly parting, producing a crisp sound like the collision of jade.

The beauty raised her tiptoes, lifting the strands of hair near her ears.

“You’re welcome.”

As the words fell, Qin Feng widened his eyes, looking stunned.

A gentle touch on his cheek and a warm breath.

It felt slightly ticklish and sweet.

“Thank you.” another whisper.

Liu Jianli stepped back, her face glowing crimson in the moonlight.

Under the night breeze, her black hair floated, making her look like a fairy.

Even Qin Feng, the former mountain racing king, experienced a momentary mental freeze.