Chapter 51: Literature Technique - White Inch
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Chapter 51: Literature Technique - White Inch
As expected, a white phantom appeared out of nowhere in the Sea of Qi. With a gesture of his right hand, the Literature Qi from the platform poured into the phantom’s body and began to circulate.
Qin Feng focused his mind and watched intently. He knew that this phantom was demonstrating how to direct Literature Qi.
The pure and holy Literature Qi circulated in the phantom for five cycles before it converged on the index and middle fingers of the right hand, forming a white needle. It looked similar to the silver needles commonly used by doctors.
It made sense; a literary technique taught in a medical book should naturally be related to medical skills.
At the same time, an inexplicable voice echoed again, “White Inch, once you reach the ninth rank, you can use it. You can transform Literature Qi into sharp needles that pierce skin and bones, killing invisibly. The stronger the Literature Qi, the more powerful the technique.”
Qin Feng’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. A literary technique taught in a medical book was actually a technique for killing? Was there no sense of medical ethics left?!The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
Of course, he was just complaining. In his heart, he was quite satisfied. After being on the defensive for so long, he finally had a means to actively attack.
Besides, the introduction of White Inch didn’t say that it couldn’t be used as a silver needle.
The white phantom disappeared, and Qin Feng returned to reality. He circulated the Literature Qi within him, and in no time at all, a white needle appeared on the tips of his tightly clasped index and middle fingers. It was indeed White Inch.
But no matter how you looked at it, this needle seemed a bit short and thin. It didn’t match his majestic and imposing self. Qin Feng’s lips curled; he couldn’t admit that he was short. He could only attribute it to his insufficient accumulation of Literature Qi.
Suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted over. Cang Feilan’s graceful figure appeared in front of him. She blinked her pale blue eyes and handed him a steamed bun.
After staying at the Listen To Rain Pavilion for three days without leaving, and with Cang Feilan constantly coming over to feed him, this feeling of being taken care of by a rich woman was really good.
Qin Feng took the steamed bun and took a big bite, looking very satisfied. “Thank you for the past few days, Miss Cang.”
“Yes, your blue-clad guard has been waiting in front of the Listen To Rain Pavilion. It seems like she has been waiting for a long time,” Cang Feilan said casually.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng took a few more bites of the bun, but because he ate too fast, he ended up choking and his face turned red.
Seeing this, Cang Feilan stretched out her white and delicate hand, seemingly wanting to pat Qin Feng’s back. However, halfway through the movement, she suddenly thought of something and stopped. A faint blush appeared on her sheep-fat earlobe.
Qin Feng suddenly tapped his chest a few times and finally managed to recover. “Miss Cang, I have to take care of something. I’ll say goodbye now.”
“Well, I won’t send you away,” Cang Feilan replied quietly. As she watched his hasty footsteps disappear, she stared at her own right hand, lost in thought.
She had been acting strangely lately. What was happening to her? Cang Feilan wondered.
“I understand. I’ll store the well brewed wine in the cellar. When you need it, you can come and take it.”
“Thank you, Elder Li. I have some other things to take care of, so I’ll say goodbye.” Qin Feng bowed and said goodbye, and left for the Moonlit Pavilion with Lan Ningshuang.
Three days had passed, and the wine in the tavern should have been sold out. If they didn’t replenish it, the Moonlit Pavilion’s business would undoubtedly be affected.
After the two of them left, Old Li poured himself a cup of wine, and as before, he drank half of it and poured the rest on the ground.
The wine was strong, with a rich aroma. Old Li’s face turned slightly red, and he hummed an unfamiliar tune, remembering the days when he used to drink with his brothers.
Humming, humming, tears fell from his cheeks.
He tapped the ground with his stick, and the money bag containing five hundred taels of silver deflated instantly.
For the ordinary people of New Spring Street, today was a good day because some silver coins had inexplicably appeared on their tables. It was their life-saving money.
When they arrived at the Moonlit Pavilion, they could hear loud voices from afar.
“What is the meaning of this? You told us there was no wine before, but now the VIPs on the third floor are all enjoying it?”
“So rich people are humans? Are we ordinary people not human?”
“Selling drinks according to a person’s status. You people at the Moonlit Pavilion are amazing...”
“Everyone, listen to me. What’s so great about such a restaurant? They look down on us poor people. We should eat somewhere else!”
Manager Peng was sweating profusely at the door, constantly apologizing to the crowd, but it was no use. He kept thinking, “Why hasn’t the young master arrived yet? I can’t hold on much longer.”
At that moment, a sword aura broke through the air and slashed in front of the most aggressive man, causing him to scream in fear.
The others were also confused by this sudden turn of events.
“A restaurant is a place to eat. If you want to make noise, go somewhere else.”
When the crowd heard the voice, they looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome man dressed in white, draped in a black robe. Standing beside him was a blue-robed beauty with a cold expression.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Peng Qing was extremely excited. “Young master, you have finally arrived!”
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Chapter 51: Literature Technique - White Inch
As expected, a white phantom appeared out of nowhere in the Sea of Qi. With a gesture of his right hand, the Literature Qi from the platform poured into the phantom’s body and began to circulate.
Qin Feng focused his mind and watched intently. He knew that this phantom was demonstrating how to direct Literature Qi.
The pure and holy Literature Qi circulated in the phantom for five cycles before it converged on the index and middle fingers of the right hand, forming a white needle. It looked similar to the silver needles commonly used by doctors.
It made sense; a literary technique taught in a medical book should naturally be related to medical skills.
At the same time, an inexplicable voice echoed again, “White Inch, once you reach the ninth rank, you can use it. You can transform Literature Qi into sharp needles that pierce skin and bones, killing invisibly. The stronger the Literature Qi, the more powerful the technique.”
Qin Feng’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. A literary technique taught in a medical book was actually a technique for killing? Was there no sense of medical ethics left?!The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
Of course, he was just complaining. In his heart, he was quite satisfied. After being on the defensive for so long, he finally had a means to actively attack.
Besides, the introduction of White Inch didn’t say that it couldn’t be used as a silver needle.
The white phantom disappeared, and Qin Feng returned to reality. He circulated the Literature Qi within him, and in no time at all, a white needle appeared on the tips of his tightly clasped index and middle fingers. It was indeed White Inch.
But no matter how you looked at it, this needle seemed a bit short and thin. It didn’t match his majestic and imposing self. Qin Feng’s lips curled; he couldn’t admit that he was short. He could only attribute it to his insufficient accumulation of Literature Qi.
Suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted over. Cang Feilan’s graceful figure appeared in front of him. She blinked her pale blue eyes and handed him a steamed bun.
After staying at the Listen To Rain Pavilion for three days without leaving, and with Cang Feilan constantly coming over to feed him, this feeling of being taken care of by a rich woman was really good.
Qin Feng took the steamed bun and took a big bite, looking very satisfied. “Thank you for the past few days, Miss Cang.”
“Yes, your blue-clad guard has been waiting in front of the Listen To Rain Pavilion. It seems like she has been waiting for a long time,” Cang Feilan said casually.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng took a few more bites of the bun, but because he ate too fast, he ended up choking and his face turned red.
Seeing this, Cang Feilan stretched out her white and delicate hand, seemingly wanting to pat Qin Feng’s back. However, halfway through the movement, she suddenly thought of something and stopped. A faint blush appeared on her sheep-fat earlobe.
Qin Feng suddenly tapped his chest a few times and finally managed to recover. “Miss Cang, I have to take care of something. I’ll say goodbye now.”
“Well, I won’t send you away,” Cang Feilan replied quietly. As she watched his hasty footsteps disappear, she stared at her own right hand, lost in thought.
She had been acting strangely lately. What was happening to her? Cang Feilan wondered.
“I understand. I’ll store the well brewed wine in the cellar. When you need it, you can come and take it.”
“Thank you, Elder Li. I have some other things to take care of, so I’ll say goodbye.” Qin Feng bowed and said goodbye, and left for the Moonlit Pavilion with Lan Ningshuang.
Three days had passed, and the wine in the tavern should have been sold out. If they didn’t replenish it, the Moonlit Pavilion’s business would undoubtedly be affected.
After the two of them left, Old Li poured himself a cup of wine, and as before, he drank half of it and poured the rest on the ground.
The wine was strong, with a rich aroma. Old Li’s face turned slightly red, and he hummed an unfamiliar tune, remembering the days when he used to drink with his brothers.
Humming, humming, tears fell from his cheeks.
He tapped the ground with his stick, and the money bag containing five hundred taels of silver deflated instantly.
For the ordinary people of New Spring Street, today was a good day because some silver coins had inexplicably appeared on their tables. It was their life-saving money.
When they arrived at the Moonlit Pavilion, they could hear loud voices from afar.
“What is the meaning of this? You told us there was no wine before, but now the VIPs on the third floor are all enjoying it?”
“So rich people are humans? Are we ordinary people not human?”
“Selling drinks according to a person’s status. You people at the Moonlit Pavilion are amazing...”
“Everyone, listen to me. What’s so great about such a restaurant? They look down on us poor people. We should eat somewhere else!”
Manager Peng was sweating profusely at the door, constantly apologizing to the crowd, but it was no use. He kept thinking, “Why hasn’t the young master arrived yet? I can’t hold on much longer.”
At that moment, a sword aura broke through the air and slashed in front of the most aggressive man, causing him to scream in fear.
The others were also confused by this sudden turn of events.
“A restaurant is a place to eat. If you want to make noise, go somewhere else.”
When the crowd heard the voice, they looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome man dressed in white, draped in a black robe. Standing beside him was a blue-robed beauty with a cold expression.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Peng Qing was extremely excited. “Young master, you have finally arrived!”
Chapter 51: Literature Technique - White InchAs expected, a white phantom appeared out of nowhere in the Sea of Qi. With a gesture of his right hand, the Literature Qi from the platform poured into the phantom's body and began to circulate.Qin Feng focused his mind and watched intently. He knew that this phantom was demonstrating how to direct Literature Qi.The pure and holy Literature Qi circulated in the phantom for five cycles before it converged on the index and middle fingers of the right hand, forming a white needle. It looked similar to the silver needles commonly used by doctors.It made sense; a literary technique taught in a medical book should naturally be related to medical skills.At the same time, an inexplicable voice echoed again, White Inch, once you reach the ninth rank, you can use it. You can transform Literature Qi into sharp needles that pierce skin and bones, killing invisibly. The stronger the Literature Qi, the more powerful the technique.Qin Feng's mouth dropped open in disbelief. A literary technique taught in a medical book was actually a technique for killing? Was there no sense of medical ethics left?!The roots of this story extend from novell bin origin.Of course, he was just complaining. In his heart, he was quite satisfied. After being on the defensive for so long, he finally had a means to actively attack.Besides, the introduction of White Inch didn't say that it couldn't be used as a silver needle.The white phantom disappeared, and Qin Feng returned to reality. He circulated the Literature Qi within him, and in no time at all, a white needle appeared on the tips of his tightly clasped index and middle fingers. It was indeed White Inch.But no matter how you looked at it, this needle seemed a bit short and thin. It didn't match his majestic and imposing self. Qin Feng's lips curled; he couldn't admit that he was short. He could only attribute it to his insufficient accumulation of Literature Qi.Suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted over. Cang Feilan's graceful figure appeared in front of him. She blinked her pale blue eyes and handed him a steamed bun.After staying at the Listen To Rain Pavilion for three days without leaving, and with Cang Feilan constantly coming over to feed him, this feeling of being taken care of by a rich woman was really good.Qin Feng took the steamed bun and took a big bite, looking very satisfied. Thank you for the past few days, Miss Cang.Yes, your blue-clad guard has been waiting in front of the Listen To Rain Pavilion. It seems like she has been waiting for a long time, Cang Feilan said casually.Upon hearing this, Qin Feng took a few more bites of the bun, but because he ate too fast, he ended up choking and his face turned red.Seeing this, Cang Feilan stretched out her white and delicate hand, seemingly wanting to pat Qin Feng's back. However, halfway through the movement, she suddenly thought of something and stopped. A faint blush appeared on her sheep-fat earlobe.Qin Feng suddenly tapped his chest a few times and finally managed to recover. Miss Cang, I have to take care of something. I'll say goodbye now.Well, I won't send you away, Cang Feilan replied quietly. As she watched his hasty footsteps disappear, she stared at her own right hand, lost in thought.She had been acting strangely lately. What was happening to her? Cang Feilan wondered.I understand. I'll store the well brewed wine in the cellar. When you need it, you can come and take it.Thank you, Elder Li. I have some other things to take care of, so I'll say goodbye. Qin Feng bowed and said goodbye, and left for the Moonlit Pavilion with Lan Ningshuang.Three days had passed, and the wine in the tavern should have been sold out. If they didn't replenish it, the Moonlit Pavilion's business would undoubtedly be affected.After the two of them left, Old Li poured himself a cup of wine, and as before, he drank half of it and poured the rest on the ground.The wine was strong, with a rich aroma. Old Li's face turned slightly red, and he hummed an unfamiliar tune, remembering the days when he used to drink with his brothers.Humming, humming, tears fell from his cheeks.He tapped the ground with his stick, and the money bag containing five hundred taels of silver deflated instantly.For the ordinary people of New Spring Street, today was a good day because some silver coins had inexplicably appeared on their tables. It was their life-saving money.When they arrived at the Moonlit Pavilion, they could hear loud voices from afar.What is the meaning of this? You told us there was no wine before, but now the VIPs on the third floor are all enjoying it?So rich people are humans? Are we ordinary people not human?Selling drinks according to a person's status. You people at the Moonlit Pavilion are amazing...Everyone, listen to me. What's so great about such a restaurant? They look down on us poor people. We should eat somewhere else!Manager Peng was sweating profusely at the door, constantly apologizing to the crowd, but it was no use. He kept thinking, Why hasn't the young master arrived yet? I can't hold on much longer.At that moment, a sword aura broke through the air and slashed in front of the most aggressive man, causing him to scream in fear.The others were also confused by this sudden turn of events.A restaurant is a place to eat. If you want to make noise, go somewhere else.When the crowd heard the voice, they looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome man dressed in white, draped in a black robe. Standing beside him was a blue-robed beauty with a cold expression.Upon seeing the newcomer, Peng Qing was extremely excited. Young master, you have finally arrived!
