"He has the best conversion and absorption physique," Yan Changge said calmly, "which is what Taoists often call the furnace cauldron physique. If he practices some strange skills, he can use the art of collecting and replenishing to improve his skills."

The members of the criminal police team all know Kung Fu, but most of them are good at external Kung Fu. As for the advanced internal Kung Fu, most of them only know the breathing method. As for the physique and Kung Fu that Yan Changge described, they have only seen it in novels and never thought that such martial arts can exist in reality.

"As for why the Wang family and the Wushu Association tried their best to protect Wang Yanfeng, it was naturally because he could use the Caibu technique to absorb the power and transfer it to others in the same way. The wonderful thing is, he is the only one practicing the evil technique, and the others who are trying to squeeze his power out of him just need to continue practicing their own internal skills. This is the wonderful thing about Wang Yanfeng's physique." Yan Changge said.

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

The person who came forward to rescue Wang Yanfeng was one of the most respected elders of the Wushu Association and Wang Yanfeng's own biological mother, Wang Linzhi.

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

"She is not my biological mother," Shen Yifei said immediately. "Wang Linzhi is the only daughter of the Wang family. The advanced martial arts of the martial arts family have never been passed on to outsiders. Now there is no outdated idea of ​​favoring boys over girls. The Wang family finally chose Wang Linzhi as the current head of the family. However, Wang Linzhi was found to be infertile, so she simply did not get married and inherited the family from the side branch, Wang Yanfeng, who was only ten years old at the time..."

The more people talk about it, the more horrified they become. Everyone can understand why Wang Yanfeng would choose to kill people on April 12, his mother's birthday.

This is a pathetic and hateful person. What is sad is his fate, and what is hateful is his behavior.

"No!" Shen Yifei's beastly intuition awakened in his heart, and he immediately asked, "Wang Yanfeng attacked Qu Lian, and Qu Lian didn't have any martial arts skills. Doesn't that mean that the person he chose to nourish himself must be a martial artist?"

"For those who have powerful skills, what is absorbed is the power that has been cultivated through many years of hard work; for those who don't, what is absorbed is the vital energy. Everyone must have qi in the body to live. If the qi disappears, the person will die. The old method of using ginseng to keep people alive by keeping them breathing originated from this." Yan Changge explained.

He didn't explain it clearly, but everyone understood. Without vitality, the body is weak, and without vitality, life is gone. Most martial artists are alert. Wang Yanfeng can't always choose people with strong skills. So all these years...

"Go and check the ordinary staff related to the Wang family in recent years, especially those who eventually fell ill and died or are in poor health now!" Shen Yifei said immediately.

The criminal police team members immediately took action, but Yan Changge remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Qu Lian finished taking notes and was about to leave, he saw Yan Changge leaning against the wall in deep thought, so he walked up to him and asked, "Do you want to be a mural in the police station, or do you have some questions that you can't leave yet?"

Yan Changge glanced at Qu Lian. The black energy on this man's forehead was almost materialized in his eyes, and in the black energy, there was a hint of pink.

Qu Lian was born too outstanding and rich, so naturally he had many romantic encounters. But this year was his doom, his romantic luck turned into a curse, and every romantic encounter was a disaster.

It was a rare chance for them to meet, so Yan Changge warned her, "Don't get involved with anyone this year. All your troubles will come from here."

Qu Lian raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly: "That's a problem. My girlfriends and boyfriends are lined up to fill the whole city. If I have to abstain from sex, how many people will be heartbroken and cry."

Yan Changge's usually calm expression paused for a moment, and he carefully looked Qu Lian up and down, and finally said with certainty: "You haven't lost your primordial energy, so how can you have a confidant?"

Qu Lian: “…”

"Oh, that's not right," Yan Changge suddenly reached out and took Qu Lian's pulse. After a careful examination, he said, "You suffered a serious injury when you were fifteen years old. Your foundation was severely damaged and has not been restored to date. It should be that your Yang energy is insufficient and your virility is difficult to regain."

Qu Lian: “…”

His face, which could smile even when threatened by Wang Yanfeng, turned livid. He could not hold back for a long time and finally raised his hand to punch Yan Changge hard. Yan Changge took the punch without dodging or evading, and did not even frown. On the contrary, Qu Lian, who was hitting Yan Changge, hit Yan Changge's chest, but his fist seemed to be cut by a sharp weapon, and a long wound appeared on his arm, bleeding.

He looked at the back of his hand in disbelief, then looked at Yan Changge. The pain he felt when he held Yan Changge's fingers surged into his heart. Qu Lian couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "You put a razor blade on your body?"

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

Normally, he would deliberately restrain his sword energy, so that he would be fine with normal friendly touches, but when attacked or touched provocatively, his sword energy would automatically protect him. The punch from Qu Lian just now was the result of Yan Changge holding back, otherwise Qu Lian's entire palm would have been cut off by the sword energy.

Qu Lian was bleeding profusely. The tearing pain on the back of his hand puzzled him. Even if he was cut by a knife, it shouldn't hurt this much. It felt like something went through the back of his hand and split his hand in half.

Although it was unintentional, Yan Changge had hurt Qu Lian after all, which had damaged his merits. People need vitality to live, and he also needs true energy to maintain his human form and consciousness. Now merits are the biggest source of his true energy. If he loses one point of merit, his life span will be reduced by one point.

Yan Changge then held Qu Lian's wrist and pressed a few acupuncture points to stop the bleeding on the back of his hand. At the same time, he stopped 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 bandaged it.

Yan Changge had seen many people deal with the wounds they had inflicted on themselves, and the level of bandaging was still quite good. Although the technology was very different between modern times and ancient times, the method of bandaging external injuries had not changed much, except that it had changed from strong liquor to disinfectant and anti-inflammatory potions, and 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 her hand, Qu Lian became very quiet, as if she had taken off her frivolous mask and revealed her true self as a good boy.

"You are really a good person." Qu Lian said suddenly, and as he spoke, a strand of merit obediently floated to Yan Changge.

Yan Changge looked at him with some confusion.

He is a sword. He has existed for thousands of years. He has seen all the suffering in the world and the 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. He will never understand how the heart made of soft flesh and blood can beat so strongly.

Qu Lian pulled his hand back, took out a business card from his wallet, handed it to Yan Changge and said, "This is my personal contact information. Although it was unintentional, you did hurt me after all. Before I recover, shouldn't you help me apply medicine and change the gauze?"

"Of course." Yan Changge agreed after just a moment's thought, "It's just... I don't have a cell phone, and I can't read the address you wrote here."

After more than ten days in modern society, Yan Changge naturally knew that everyone here had one or even two or three magic weapons called mobile phones that could transmit sound over thousands of miles, capture souls, and store information. This magic weapon was also controlled by the "system". Without the system, the mobile phone could not be used.

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

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

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

Yan Changge hesitated for a moment, but still took the phone. No matter how powerful the system was, everyone in this world was under its control. His appearance was also uploaded to the system, and he could not exist without the system.

If the system really couldn't tolerate his sword, he would never sit and wait for death.

Seeing Yan Changge taking the phone, Qu Lian gave a sincere smile.

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Mobile phone: Soul-stirring!

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

Mobile phone: Soul-stirring!

Qu Lian: How come Chang Ge is so handsome from every angle?

Mobile phone: Soul-stirring!

Qu Lian: Why does Chang Ge always look so daunted when taking photos?

Cell phone: Soul-stealing...

Yan Changge's sword energy was overflowing, he smashed the phone into pieces, and said with murderous intent: System, let's fight!

Qu Lian: … Damn my phone! Get off the bed!

Yan Changge: Where is the domineering sword attack? QAQ