Evil Soldiers' Self-Cultivation

"He is the best physique for conversion and absorption," Yan Changge said lightly, "that is what Taoism often calls the physique of the cauldron. If he practices some evil skills, he can use the technique of harvesting and nourishing to improve his skills."

The members of the criminal police team are all good at kung fu, but most of them are outsiders who are relatively strong in kung fu. Most of them only know the method of breathing and exhaling for the advanced internal skills. For the physique and kung fu mentioned by Yan Changge , They have only seen it in novels, and they never expected such martial arts to exist in reality.

"As for why the Wang Family and the Martial Arts Association tried their best to keep Wang Yanfeng, it was naturally because the power he absorbed by using the technique of nourishing and nourishing can be transferred to others in the same way. The wonderful thing is that he is the only one who practices evil skills. Others who are trying to squeeze his power from him, as long as they continue to practice their own inner skills, this is the beauty of Wang Yanfeng's physique." Yan Changge said.

"This..." After listening to Yan Changge's analysis, the criminal police team showed disbelief from top to bottom.

It was none other than Wang Yanfeng's own biological mother, Wang Linzhi, who came forward to save Wang Yanfeng.

Team member Zhang Xinpeng said with a green face: "The elder of the Wuxi Association is already 90 years old. Although he looks vigorous, he is still 90 years old! And Wang Linzhi... is Wang Yanfeng's mother!"

"It's not my biological mother," Shen Yifei said immediately, "Wang Linzhi is the only daughter of the Wang family. The martial arts family's profound skills have never been spread outside the public, and now there is no outdated idea of ​​patriarchal patriarchy. The Wang family finally chose Wang Linzhi as the current head of the family. And Wang Linzhi She was found to be infertile, so she didn't get married at all, and adopted Wang Yanfeng, who was only ten years old at the time, from a side branch..."

The more people talked, the creepier they felt. Everyone could understand why Wang Yanfeng chose to go out and kill people on April [-]th, his mother's birthday.

This is a sad and hateful man, sad is his fate, hateful is his behavior.

"No!" Shen Yifei's instinct like a beast awakened in his heart, and he immediately asked, "Wang Yanfeng attacked Qu Lian, and Qu Lian didn't have any martial arts, that means, the person he chooses to harvest does not need to be from the martial arts world? "

"A person with skill absorbs the skill that has been cultivated for many years; a person who does not have it absorbs vitality. Everyone must have qi in their living body. If the qi disappears, people will die. In the past, ginseng was used to hang people. The way to save one's life comes from here." Yan Changge explained.

He didn't explain it all, but everyone understood.Without vitality, the body is weak, and without vitality, life is gone.Most people in martial arts are alert, Wang Yanfeng can't always choose someone with skill, then all these years...

"Go and investigate the ordinary staff who have been related to the Wang family over the years, especially those who died of illness or are not in good health now!" Shen Yifei said immediately.

The members of the criminal police team started to act immediately, only Yan Changge was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

When Qu Lian finished his notes and was about to leave, he saw Yan Changge leaning against the wall and meditating, so he stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to be a mural for the police station, or do you still have questions to ask? You can't leave here yet." ?”

Yan Changge glanced at Qu Lian. In his eyes, the black air of this man Yintang was almost concrete, and in the black air, there was a touch of pink.

Qu Lian was born too well, and he is rich, so naturally he has a lot of love affairs.And this year is his death calamity, this luck has turned into evil, and every encounter is a catastrophe.

It was rare to have such a fate, Yan Changge warned: "Don't get involved with anyone this year, your disaster should be here."

Qu Lian raised his eyebrows, and smiled helplessly: "Then it will be troublesome. My confidante and confidante line up enough to spare Lincheng. If you have to abstinence, how many people will cry."

Yan Changge paused for a moment with his usual calm expression, looked Qu Lian up and down carefully, and finally said with certainty: "You haven't lost Yuanyang, how can you be a blue-faced and confidante?"

Qu Lian: "..."

"Oh, that's not right." Yan Changge suddenly stretched out his hand to grasp Qu Lian's pulse, and after examining him carefully, he said, "You were severely injured when you were growing up at the age of 15, and your foundation was severely worn out. It has not been repaired until now. It should be Yang. Insufficient qi, the majestic wind is hard to shake."

Qu Lian: "..."

His face, which could smile even when he was threatened by Wang Yanfeng, turned livid. After holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to punch Yan Changge hard.Yan Changge received the punch without avoiding it, without even frowning. On the contrary, it was Qu Lian who hit someone, obviously hitting Yan Changge's chest, but his fist seemed to be sliced ​​by some sharp weapon. A long wound appeared, dripping with blood.

He looked at the back of his hand in disbelief, then looked at Yan Changge, the pain when he held Yan Changge's fingers came to his heart, Qu Lian couldn't help asking suspiciously: "You put a blade on your body?"

"No," Yan Changge said indifferently, "I told you not to touch me casually."

He would usually deliberately restrain his sword energy, and ordinary friendly touches would be fine, but when he received an attack or some provocative touch, the sword energy would automatically protect him.Qu Lian's punch just now was the result of Yan Changge keeping his hand, otherwise Qu Lian's entire palm would be cut off by the sword energy.

Qu Lian was bleeding profusely, and the tearing pain on the back of his hand made him very puzzled, even if he was cut by a knife, it shouldn't hurt so much.It was as if something had split his whole hand in half from the back of his hand through the palm of his hand.

Although it was unintentional, Yan Changge hurt Qu Lian after all, which would damage his merit.A person needs vital energy to live, and he also needs real energy to maintain his human form and consciousness.Now merit is the greatest source of his true energy, and if he loses a point of merit, his life span will be reduced by one point.

So Yan Changge held Qu Lian's wrist, and casually clicked a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, so that the back of his hand would stop bleeding.At the same time, he grabbed a busy team member and borrowed a first-aid kit from him. After briefly asking how to use it, he carefully cleaned Qu Lian's wound with disinfectant and wrapped it with a bandage.

Yan Changge saw a lot of people dealing with the wounds he inflicted on them, and the level of bandaging was pretty good.Although there is a lot of difference in technology between modern and ancient times, the method of bandaging trauma has not changed much, but has changed from spirits to disinfectant and anti-inflammatory potions, from ordinary bandages to sterile gauze.

After bandaging the wound, Yan Changge raised his head and saw Qu Lian looking at him intently.From the moment he held his hand, Qu Lian became very quiet, as if taking off that frivolous mask to reveal the true nature of a good baby.

"You are really a good person." Qu Lian said suddenly, following his words, a ray of merit drifted obediently to Yan Changge.

Yan Changge looked at him with some puzzlement.

He is a sword, he has existed for thousands of years, he has seen all the misery in the world, he is used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but he has never understood the human heart.His sword heart made of black iron is still just a lump of iron, and he will never understand how the heart made of soft flesh beats so strong.

Qu Lian withdrew her hand, took out a business card from her wallet, handed it to Yan Changge and said, "This is my personal contact information, although it was unintentional, but after all you hurt me, after I hurt you Before it’s done, should you help me apply the medicine and change the gauze?”

"Naturally." Yan Changge agreed after thinking for a while, "It's just... I don't have a mobile phone, and I can't understand the address you wrote on it."

After more than ten days in modern society, Yan Changge naturally knows that everyone here has one or even two or three magic weapons called mobile phones that can transmit sound for thousands of miles, capture souls, and store information. System" control, without the system, the mobile phone cannot be used.

"I was negligent," Qu Lian said, "I remember that you are an ancient martial arts hermit, and you haven't registered with the martial arts association yet, right? Not to mention money and address, you don't even have an ID card."

He smiled, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to Yan Changge: "This is my mobile phone, I'll just call you."

He didn't touch Yan Changge, but just held the phone, waiting for Yan Changge to pick it up by himself.

Yan Changge hesitated for a moment, but still took the phone.No matter how powerful the system is, everyone in this world is under his control.His own appearance has also been uploaded to the system, so it is impossible for him to avoid the system and exist.

If the system really couldn't tolerate him holding a sword, he would never sit still and wait for death.

Seeing Yan Changge took the phone, Qu Lian smiled sincerely.

The author has something to say:

Mobile phone: soul-stirring!

Qu Lian: I took a photo of Chang Ge, so handsome!

Mobile phone: soul-stirring!

Qu Lian: Why is Chang Ge so handsome in 360 degrees without dead ends?

Mobile phone: soul-stirring!

Qu Lian: Why does Chang Ge always have a fighting spirit every time he takes a photo?

Mobile phone: Soul capture...

Yan Changge overflowed with sword energy, smashed the phone into pieces, and said with evil spirit all over his body: System, let's fight!

Qu Lian: ... MD I have a mobile phone, get out of bed! ! !

Yan Changge: What about the domineering sword attack that was agreed? QAQ