My Wife is A Sword God

After the completion of the Spirit Gathering Formation, Qin Feng’s days returned to their usual routine.

Every day, he would check in at the Demon Slaying Department, brushing up his presence in front of the leaders.

In his free time, he would set up a stall outside the Bao Medical Hall to treat illnesses and save lives.

Then, he would go to the Listen To Rain Pavilion to continue reading books.

Although the speed of accumulating knowledge and transforming Literature Qi through reading was far slower than absorbing Spiritual Qi, Qin Feng never gave up on reading.

Because he firmly believed that knowledge is power!

Of course, he also aimed to establish a good image as a diligent apprentice in front of his cheap master, occasionally bringing up matters related to immortal techniques.

Walking through familiar streets, listening to the calls of vendors on both sides, memories suddenly flashed back to the time when he first crossed over. The figure with a black square scarf and a slender, graceful silhouette seemed to be leading him ahead.

He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. If it weren’t for the ancestral engagement that made Liu Jianli his wife, where would he and Miss Cang have gone?

Just then, Qin Feng heard the voice of someone selling candied haws.

Following the sound, he saw the middle-aged man with dark skin and a lean figure whom he had encountered before.

Qin Feng walked over, and the amiable stall owner clearly recognized him and warmly greeted him.

Customers who could buy all the candied haws in one go were not common.

Qin Feng nodded and greeted him, then noticed the young man beside the stall, still writing as he did last time.

But this time, the young man was not writing on the ground but copying on a booklet, with a smile on his face.

When the middle-aged stall owner saw Qin Feng’s gaze, he scratched his head and explained, “Tie Wa’er likes these, so I discussed with my wife and bought him a booklet for calligraphy practice.”

After a while, the middle-aged man sighed, “I don’t have much skill. I wanted Tie Wa’er to learn martial arts, but I don’t have the money. Since that’s the case, let him do something he likes, at least he can learn a few more characters.”

Qin Feng nodded and chatted with the stall owner again. Although the other party had bought a calligraphy practice booklet for the child, the idea that reading was useless still remained unchanged.

Considering that the Great Qin Empire did not have an imperial examination system, the only way for scholars was the vast Grand Literature Academy in the capital.

However, such places only opened the door for the imperial family and big families; how could it be possible for ordinary people from small towns?

He thought of the Sword Dao Alliance established by the three major families in Sword Dao, intending to expand the scope for warriors.

So, what lies ahead for scholars, and where should they go from here? 

In fact, he has also considered spreading the method of entering the Literature Saint Dao Lineage within The Great Qian, giving common people an additional choice.

But he also understands clearly that this idea is difficult to realize. After all, as Ya’an mentioned, entering the ninth rank of the literary sage requires memorizing ten thousand volumes of books.

However, for the impoverished common people, where can they find these ten thousand volumes of books, and where do they have so much time to memorize them?

Qin Feng sighed, looking once again at the youth earnestly copying characters.

What he held in his hand was not a brush but charcoal used for cooking fires.

The characters on the copybook had clearly been copied over and over again, with deep traces. Even so, there were no signs of any page being torn, indicating how carefully and attentively the youth treated the writing.

Qin Feng looked at the serious demeanor of the youth and suddenly smiled.

“You like writing; do you also like reading?” Qin Feng asked.

The youth raised his head, then nodded heavily.

“Do you know about the practitioners of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage?”

“I know. Those are the true scholars. But Dad told me that I could never become a practitioner of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage in my lifetime.” The youth sounded discouraged, but the light in his eyes remained.

“I’ll tell you a secret. If you can memorize ten thousand volumes of books, you can become a practitioner of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage.” Qin Feng said seriously.

“Young master.” The middle-aged man was astonished. Ten thousand volumes of books were unimaginable for him, an impoverished commoner. He didn’t want his son to harbor unrealistic ideas.

Qin Feng interrupted the middle-aged man and then took out ten books from his storage ring. “I lend you these to read. When you have memorized these books by heart, return them to the Qin residence. At that time, I will give you another ten new books.”

“Really?” The youth’s expression was delighted. He reached out to take the books, but then he saw the black marks of charcoal on his hands.

He tried to wipe his hands on his clothes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t clean them.

Wiping away, wiping away, he cried in distress.

As if his whole life would be as pitch-black as these hands.

“Tie Wa’er”, a simple and middle-aged man, seemed to have something stuck in his throat, unable to speak or swallow.

Seeing this, Qin Feng squatted down, set the book aside, and held the young man’s hands.

The Righteous Qi gathered in his palms, and in a moment, the charcoal marks on the young man’s hands disappeared completely, leaving them clean and white.

He placed the book in the young man’s arms.

The young man held it tightly, as if it were a treasure. “Big brother, can I become a true scholar?”

For him, only those who follow the path of literary virtue are true scholars.

But Qin Feng said, “You are already a true scholar.”

While speaking, Qin Feng picked up a piece of charcoal and began drawing on the ground.

The stall owner and the young man looked on curiously, only to see two lines of words.

“The sky moves with strength; a noble person should strive for self-improvement without ceasing.

The earth’s condition is receptive (坤); a noble person should possess a generous virtue and carry the weight of responsibilities.”

At the moment the brush touched the ground, a clear energy shot into the sky.

The simple and honest middle-aged man didn’t understand these things but felt his head buzzing.

The young man repeated these two sentences softly, his eyes shining brightly.

On the other side, the Listen To Rain Pavilion suddenly trembled.

The old man lying on the wicker chair pressed his right hand downward, and the attic returned to calm.

He looked pleased, “A true scholar, quite interesting.”

The simple and honest middle-aged man looked at his kid with mixed feelings. “Young master, if you don’t mind, you can take all these candied haws. I won’t take a penny from you.”

This was the best way he could think of to express his gratitude.

Qin Feng shook his head, pulled out three candied haws, and then thought of Sister Mo and Xiao Bai. He cleared his throat and pulled out two more.

“I only need these.”

“Young master, it’s nothing. You can take them all.” the middle-aged man insisted repeatedly.

However, Qin Feng waved his hand while holding five candied haws and left without a word.

It wasn’t until he watched the other person disappear into the distance that the simple and honest middle-aged man withdrew his gaze. At this moment, he noticed that there was still a small pile of copper coins on the stall.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be exactly the price of the five candied haws—ten coins!

“Tie Wa’er.” the middle-aged man called out.

The young boy raised his head.

“Study hard, you hear?”

“Yes.”

“Also, keep the image of your benefactor in your heart, understand?”

“Yes.”

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