The seventh time, four hundred breaths later.

Qiu Zhihe was no longer cold and indifferent. Her petite body was held in Qin Gengyun's arms. Her cheeks were flushed and she had no strength to resist at all.

Qin Gengyun hadn't been so intimate with his wife for several days, so he lowered his head and touched her cherry lips again.

Qiu Zhihe quickly stretched out her small hand to press against his face, panting and saying:

"You, you are injured, you can't indulge yourself."

Qin Gengyun looked at the wound on his left shoulder caused by Chang Zhenzi and said with a smile:

"It's just a superficial wound, don't worry, ma'am."

After saying that, he lowered his head again. Qiu Zhihe was unable to resist and could only close her eyes and let him do what he wanted.

After another five four hundred breaths, the sky was almost bright, and Qin Gengyun hugged Qiu Zhihe contentedly:

"My lady, 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. "My wife, I'm still injured. I've been busy all night. Can I take a rest?"

Qiu Zhihe's face was blushing, but her eyes were cold:

"Didn't you say it was just a superficial wound? I'll wait for you in the courtyard."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

“……” Qin Gengyun didn’t expect his wife to be so vindictive. He smiled bitterly, put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

But I felt vaguely excited in my heart.

Speaking of which, my wife has never taught him how to practice, but it seems like she is going to teach him some skills today.

I just don’t know, who is stricter, my wife or my master?

When I arrived at the courtyard, I saw Qiu Zhihe wearing a black gauze long dress with gold embroidery, standing gracefully.

This was the clothes he bought for his wife with the first spiritual stones he earned when he first succeeded in alchemy.

At this moment, the lady was wearing it, with a slight blush on her face from her practice. Standing in the morning light, she looked like the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady who had come down to marry a mortal.

"My lady, you are so beautiful."

Qin Gengyun admired him sincerely. Qiu Zhihe's face was still flushed and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Then he remembered that he had something important to say, so his face turned cold and he took out an embroidery needle from his storage bag.

Qin Gengyun was puzzled: "Madam, what is this?"

Qiu Zhihe threw the embroidery needle at him. It 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, so he naturally recognized it. However, at that time, the stick was like a towering tree, and Qin Gengyun always thought that the stick would only become longer and thicker.

Unexpectedly, it turned into an embroidery needle in the lady's hand. Qiu Zhihe said:

"This stick is called the 'Heaven-struck Stick'. It is a top-grade divine weapon. It is big enough to suppress mountains and thin enough to pierce the veins of leaves. If you can get it to recognize you as your master, you can even fly with it."

Hearing his wife's words, Qin Gengyun couldn't help but open his mouth wide:

"This stick is actually a top-grade divine weapon? Why can it only be swung around randomly in Chang Yunzi's hand?"

Magical instruments are usually divided into three grades: high, medium and low. However, there is another grade above these three, which are called divine instruments.

However, divine weapons are extremely rare, and there are only about a hundred of them in the entire world of cultivation.

Qiu Zhihe said disdainfully: "Chang Zhenzi has such low cultivation level that he can't even unleash 10% of the power of the Qitian Stick. It would be a waste of treasures in his hands."

Qin Gengyun held the Qitian Stick, but felt the stick tremble, as if it was unwilling to be held in his hand. He was surprised and said:

"Madam, this stick doesn't seem to like me?"

Qiu Zhihe said: "The top-grade divine tools are all intelligent and will choose their own masters. Your cultivation is not enough, so the Qitian Stick will not recognize you as its master."

Qin Gengyun was surprised and asked, "Madam, do you mean to give me this stick?"

Qiu Zhihe said as a matter of course: "You killed Chang Yunzi who held it, so you are naturally its new owner."

Qin Gengyun stroked the slightly rough stick with his hands, feeling quite excited, but the Qitian Stick trembled again, as if it had become hairy from being touched.

"My lady, this stick seems to be quite disdainful of me."

Qin Gengyun was a little depressed.

Qiu Zhihe took out a booklet from her bosom and said, "My dear husband, I have a stick technique here that I can't use. You can try it. After you master it, you may be able to subdue this stick."

Qin Gengyun took it and took a look. This booklet had no cover, so he couldn't tell what kind of martial arts it was about. However, since it was given to him by his wife, it must be true.

"Thank you, my lady. I will not be polite."

Qin Gengyun took the booklet and waved the Qitian Stick a few times. He felt that it was quite handy. It was simply a magical weapon made for physical cultivation. He couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Madam, who made this stick? Is he also a physical cultivator?"

Qiu Zhihe's expression was slightly gloomy: "The person who created the Qitian Stick was not a physical cultivator, her husband is a physical cultivator."

Qin Gengyun was surprised and said, "She actually created a magical weapon for her husband. They really have a deep love for each other. I wonder which senior she is?"

Qiu Zhihe shook her head: "I just heard about it. Well, you should practice the stick technique quickly."

"Okay!" Qin Gengyun agreed, walked to the open space in the courtyard with a long stick in his hand, and opened the nameless book. It was full of records of the application of stick techniques, which were quite consistent with the Qitian Stick.

He practiced the stick techniques in the book for a while and felt it was getting smoother. He couldn't help but say happily:

"My lady, the skills in your booklet are just right for the Qitian Stick!"

Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "Husband, you must practice well. The journey to the Northern Wilderness is full of dangers. You must exert 20% of the power of the Qitian Stick before leaving for the Northern Wilderness to protect yourself."

Qin Gengyun waved his Qitian stick and shouted, "I will obey your madam's order!"

Qiu Zhihe rolled her eyes at him and said, "Focus on your cultivation and stop using sweet words."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the inner hall, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Seeing her husband so happy, she also felt happy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, she finally found the lost treasure of my Qinglian Sect and gave it to her husband. She also gave him the Qitian Stick Art that matched it. No wonder people say that women lose money after they get married."

Qiu Zhihe walked into the inner hall and heard Liusu's mischievous laughter from the side.

Divine weapons all have specially adapted skills. The Qitian Stick naturally also has the "Qitian Stick Secret", but this skill has long been lost, so Chang Yunzi can only unleash one tenth of the power of the Qitian Stick.

The Chang family also sent people to look for him everywhere, but to no avail.

Naturally, they could not have imagined that the "Qitian Stick Technique" was actually in the possession of the Holy Maiden of the Qinglian Sect.

And if Liusu's words were to reach Zhenyang Sect, it would cause an uproar.

All practitioners with a little experience know that the Zhenyang Sect has five magical weapons, one of which is the Qitian Stick.

However, this stick was lost five hundred years ago, but the Zhenyang Sect claimed to the outside world that it was given to an elder by the sect leader after his ascension.

However, little does the world know that this Qitian Stick was actually created by the second leader of the Qinglian Sect.

At that time, the Qinglian Sect was not yet the "devil sect" feared by the world, but a dignified and famous sect.

These secrets were only known to the successive leaders and saintesses of the Qinglian Sect, as well as those close to them, so Liusu was also aware of this secret.

Hearing her words, Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "He found this Qitian Stick, so it should be given to him."

"Hehe, you are a saint, so you naturally have the right to dispose of our sect's treasures."

Liusu stepped forward and took Qiu Zhihe's arm, but what she said next was shocking:

"Back then, Sect Master Sheng Tang Lian loved Zhen Yangzi deeply. Knowing that he was a physical cultivator, he spent a lot of effort to create a divine weapon, the Qitian Stick, for him. But he didn't expect that in the end, he was killed by Zhen Yangzi himself with the Qitian Stick!"

"And our Qinglian Sect was falsely accused of being a demonic sect! From then on, we were not tolerated by the world!"

"Zhen Yangzi used the life of Sect Master Sheng Tanglian to ascend to the position of Sect Master of Zhen Yang Sect, and finally achieved Taoism and ascended to heaven, and was admired by the world."

"A noble and upright family, bah!"