Yan Changge's sword took too long to sheath, until after five o'clock the next morning. Only when Qu Lian cried and begged for mercy did he let go of the poor scabbard and lay quietly beside Qu Lian, watching him sleeping without blinking.

Chang Ge was sheathed at about 11:50. He was an honest sword. Once he was sheathed, he would not stop halfway. He would not stop until the whole sword was inserted. Because he was still in the running-in period with the new sheath, he ran it in and out of the sheath, constantly communicating with it, trying to make the sheath adapt to his sharpness and invincibility as soon as possible.

Ahem, anyway, Qu Lian didn't know whether he fainted or fell asleep from exhaustion, but he was completely unconscious and slept soundly until the afternoon. When he opened his eyes, Yan Changge beside him had turned into a sword for some reason, and he felt his whole body was filled with strength.

Huh? What's wrong?

Although Qu Lian has only been paying people to act, based on his many years of experience in the entertainment industry, after five or six hours of torture, a normal person's body should be in pain everywhere, especially the waist and some unspeakable parts. If you don't clean up properly afterwards, you will feel sticky and may even have diarrhea.

But he felt refreshed that part, but his body felt a little sticky because he had sweated a lot last night, and he needed to take a shower.

Qu Lian ignored the dazzling edge of the sword beside him. He got up from the bed, grabbed his robe and put it on, and stood on the ground to do some exercises. His physical condition was very good, better than ever in his life. Even if he ate enough and slept enough, he would not feel as energetic as he did now.

This must be related to Yan Changge. I wonder if he turned back into a sword because he gave me too much true energy. Thinking of this, Qu Lian's slight dissatisfaction disappeared. He reached out and touched the hilt. When his fingertips touched the hilt, Changge made a "Cen——" sound, as if responding to him.

"I'm going to take a shower, won't you accompany me?" Qu Lian asked.

Chang Ge shuddered. Qu Lian knew that he was using his original form to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, so he did not stop him but went to take a shower himself.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, the sword immediately turned back into a person. Yan Changge sat on the bed and looked at the bathroom door, and found that Qu Lian did not seem angry.

Yan Changge knew that he had gone too far last night and had tortured Qu Lian. He wanted to restrain himself, but he underestimated the self-control of the 2,000-year-old virgin. He could remain calm in front of his beloved. That was a shield, not his heavy sword.

He knew that Qu Lian would be easily soft-hearted when facing his original form, so he turned into a sword before Qu Lian woke up, and even made a sword chant to please Qu Lian. However, it seemed that Qu Lian was not angry, and it seemed that happy days like last night could happen often in the future.

Yan Changge, who had never experienced the joy of being a man, was so happy that he wanted to fly out and chop everywhere. Fortunately, Yan Changge was a steady sword. When Ning Lizi made it, he was making a heavy sword that could kill the enemy, not a frivolous sword that could be tied around the waist. He finally controlled his desire and sat quietly on the bed waiting for Qu Lian.

When Qu Lian came out of the shower, he saw Yan Changge sitting on the bed, so he sat beside Yan Changge and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Well... I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it."

"You and I are one now, do we still need to be so polite to each other?" Yan Changge reached out and pinched a strand of wet hair. He really liked the herbal scent of the Three Laws Pure Natural Shampoo on the hair.

Qu Lian after bathing made his heart beat faster, and Yan Changge secretly noted down the new emotions that arose in his heart.

"Then I'll be frank," Qu Lian's expression was still very tangled, "I'm sure you didn't help me clean up yesterday, but there's nothing in my body... I remember you came out a lot last night, how come there's nothing?"

"It was absorbed by your body." Yan Changge was not as embarrassed as Qu Lian, but said generously, "I changed my form after experiencing the heavenly tribulation, which was a change from quantitative change to qualitative change. Although it is magical, it is indeed a species change. The human form before the heavenly tribulation was just a shell, but the human form after the heavenly tribulation is a real body. Since it is a real body, of course it is the same as a human, and it has everything it should have. The only difference is that I deliberately controlled myself and did not let the true essence condensed by the evil spirit leak out, but instead sent the pure true energy transformed from merit into your body through the things that came out of my body. I am both human and non-human. Although I have undergone qualitative changes, some things are always different from humans. In addition, it carries true energy, so it is naturally easy for you to absorb. In short, this is a good thing, so I didn't want to help you wash it last night, waiting for you to absorb it slowly."

Qu Lian: “…”

Why can Yan Changge explain such things so scientifically?

His face was full of speechlessness. The more Yan Changge looked at him, the cuter he found him. He kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "You are in better health now than yesterday. You lasted more than five hours yesterday. Maybe you can last eight hours today. Three to five years is just around the corner."

Qu Lian: “…”

"No!" Seeing that Yan Changge really wanted to continue, Qu Lian immediately reached out and supported Yan Changge's chest to stop him.

Yan Changge frowned slightly: "Why?"

Qu Lian felt that not only was he in good health today, but his brain was also working particularly fast. He quickly swallowed the words "This is my uncle's house, we can't mess around" that were about to come out of his mouth, and instead said, "You also said that the true energy that entered my body before was condensed from merit, and your merit is not enough to be wasted, right? Whether it is a person or a sword, indulging in lust is not good in the end."

"This..." Yan Changge sighed and continued, "You are right. I am not motivated enough and I got too little merit. I am sorry for putting you in such a difficult position."

"No, no, not at all!" Qu Lian held Yan Changge's hand and said affectionately, "Being with you is my greatest happiness. If I say I feel wronged now, it will only make the world jealous."

Hearing him say this, Yan Changge felt relieved. He held the person in his arms for a while and then the two of them walked out of the room as close as glue to wish their families a happy new year.

Qu Lian wiped his sweat secretly.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the two of them went downstairs. The Qu family was sitting in the living room watching TV. When they saw them coming downstairs, Qu Feng's face darkened instantly. He slammed the table and said angrily: "How dare you come down here!"

Ning Buzhe picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. Since the brave uncle said what he wanted to say, he would continue to be a good brother who loved his younger brother.

Qu Lian was about to explain when he held Yan Changge back. Yan Changge said, "Uncle is right. I am really useless. I was a little tired from treating Xiao Lian. I meditated in the room for several hours to recover. I also made Xiao Lian accompany me for such a long time without eating. I am really useless!"

Qu Feng: “…”

Yan Changge pointed out so clearly that he came down late to help Qu Lian with his health. He was angry and didn't know how to be grateful. Qu Feng was so angry that his fingers were shaking. It turned out that he was right to dislike Yan Changge at the beginning. The first impression of people is really very accurate!

Everyone's dissatisfaction was blocked by Yan Changge's words. The two went downstairs to pay New Year's greetings. The four people in front of them were all elders, so they each received four red envelopes. The only difference was that Qu Lian's was very thin, while Yan Changge's was very thick.

This is probably because Qu Lian got a card, while Yan Changge only got ten yuan in cash which looked like a lot.

Yan Changge felt very fresh and touched to receive a red envelope for the first time in his life of more than 2,000 years. In the past, some people would decorate him with colorful decorations, making his magic weapon look like a lantern; some people would offer him tributes, which would be divided by the servants after the incense burned out; the worst times were when the sword master, who was a general, killed several pigs with his own sword to feed the hard-fought warriors during the New Year in the military camp. Fortunately, Changge's ancient sword only had consciousness but no emotions at that time, otherwise he would be very embarrassed.

After carefully placing the red envelope in his pocket, Yan Changge bowed to the four "elders" and said, "The Ancient Sword Sect does not have the custom of celebrating the New Year. This is the first time I have received a red envelope. It turns out that receiving New Year blessings is such a happy thing. Thank you, uncle, aunt, cousin, and eldest brother."

He said this with great sincerity, which made Qu Feng, who had stuffed a lot of one-yuan bills into the red envelope, blush slightly. He snorted and thought in his mind that he would put more money in to make up for it during the Lantern Festival.

After paying New Year's greetings, Yan Changge and Qu Lian also sat on the sofa. Qu Lian sat next to Ning Buzhe. As soon as he sat down, his wrist was grabbed by Ning Buzhe.

Ning Buzhe has no memory, and even if he did, he would not know that his actions to save Qu Lian caused him physical damage. It was an emergency, and Qu Hui could only do his best to save Qu Lian's life.

When Ning Buzhe heard about Qu Lian's physical condition last night, he was very worried. People who practice martial arts know a little about medicine, and he wanted to check Qu Lian's pulse. But Yan Changge was too fast at that time and took him upstairs directly, so Ning Buzhe had no time at all. Now that he had the opportunity, he immediately checked Qu Lian's pulse and put his hand on Qu Lian's dantian to check his internal breath.

His medical skills were average, but he could still tell whether a person's health was good or not. After carefully checking the pulse for a while, Ning Bu's tightly wrinkled brows gradually relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief: "From Xiao Lian's pulse, it seems that he is indeed a little weak, but he has a very pure internal force to protect him. After he has absorbed this internal force completely, his health will be better than that of young people now."

It is true energy, not internal force. However, as a martial artist, Ning Buzhe could not detect it. After all, there is a dimensional difference between him and Yan Changge.

Hearing him say this, the Qu family members felt relieved, and the hostility in their eyes towards Yan Changge also eased. The more open-minded eldest aunt already looked at Yan Changge as if he were a family member.

Ning Buzhe said to Yan Changge solemnly: "Every bit of internal strength of a martial artist is cultivated through hard work. Xiaolian's internal strength is stronger than what I have cultivated over the years. Our family is so grateful to you for treating Xiaolian like this!"

Having just recognized their relationship yesterday, Ning Buzhe today considered himself and the Qu family as one family, without any barriers. This was his instinct, and he did not need to doubt or be cautious, because these were his family, no matter how long they had been apart, no matter if he had any memories or not.

"You saved Xiao Hui and helped our family restore its mind skills," Qu Feng said, raising his teacup. "The Qu family has received a great favor from you. It's all empty talk to say thank you. And you and Xiao Lian are together, so you can be considered as entering the Qu family. From today on, we are a family. The Qu family and Yan Changge will live and die together!"

Yan Changge solemnly raised the teacup and clinked it with Qu Feng's. Then they both drank it up in one gulp amid the surprised gazes of the people around them.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" After drinking the tea, Qu Feng immediately started coughing violently.

The aunt poured him a cup of warm water and said, "It's hot water, isn't it hot?"

"Burned... cough cough cough cough cough..." Qu Feng drank the warm water with difficulty and felt a little better. His tongue was burned red.

Qu Rui looked at Yan Changge in shock: "Aren't you getting a perm?"

"Not bad." Yan Changge smiled reservedly.

How could his black iron sword, which could withstand temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees, be afraid of boiling water at just a few dozen degrees?

Although the process was awkward, Yan Changge was finally integrated into the Qu family and was slowly accepted by this kind and simple family. He became a member of the family and had a real family.

Qu Lian was really hungry after being tormented all night, so when the atmosphere calmed down, he dragged Yan Changge to eat. After dinner, the family happily watched the replay of the previous night's Spring Festival Gala. After all, Qu Lian and Yan Changge didn't see it, and the others didn't watch it at all because they were worried about the two people upstairs.

The Spring Festival Gala invited many martial arts stars, and these were not movie stars, but real martial arts masters. Yan Changge and Qu Lian saw that Chang Yixiu, the third elder of the National Wushu Association, performed elegant Qinggong for everyone as he did every year at the Spring Festival Gala. His fame was not affected at all by the arrest of the Wang family.

The moment he saw him, Qu Lian clenched his fists. Yan Changge had spent all his efforts to capture this person, and in order to protect Wang Yanfeng, the witness, he had even faced the dilemma of exhausting his true energy and almost being unable to transform into a human being. Yet, this person could still enjoy all the praise in front of everyone and not be punished by the law.

Yan Changge reached out and grasped Qu Lian's fist, squeezing it twice soothingly before saying, "Heaven has eyes. He has so much negative energy in him, and sooner or later he will be punished by the laws of energy. Don't be so angry."

Even his divine weapon was nearly struck to pieces. Chang Yixiu was no better than a mortal, so how could he escape the punishment of heaven?

After Chang Yixiu left, a magician came to perform for everyone. Seeing this person, Ning Buzhe shook his head and frowned, saying, "I seem to have seen this person... but I don't remember it clearly..."

"Where have you seen him?" Qu Feng asked immediately. He has always been concerned about Xiao Hui's loss of memory and change of appearance.

"I can't remember," Ning Buzhe watched the magician's hands moving quickly on TV, pinched his brows and said, "Those hands... I remember those hands..."

When the magician habitually made a sound with his thumb and middle finger, Ning Buzhe's body stiffened, his eyes gradually became confused, and the way he looked at Qu Lian also began to become unfamiliar.

Yan Changge immediately sat beside Ning Buzhe, tapped several acupuncture points on his body with his fingers, and unceremoniously injected the domineering evil spirit in his body into Ning Buzhe's acupuncture points. Ning Buzhe shuddered, and the murderous intent broke through the restrictions in his subconscious mind, and he recovered his mind. Seeing that he seemed to be more awake, Yan Changge withdrew his evil spirit, but he could not bear it.

"I remember him!" Ning Bujie's tone became firm, "I remember the sound even more. It seemed like someone had said in my ear that when I heard this sound, I would forget everything. I almost forgot about you just now. If the murderous intention towards this person had not awakened me in time, I'm afraid I would have forgotten everything now."

The murderous intention was Ningbushe's feelings for this person. Yan Changge just used the murderous spirit to awaken the emotions that were suppressed by drugs and psychological suggestion, allowing him to break through the limitations of hypnosis.

The aunt looked at Yan Changge with gratitude, but did not say thank you. They owed Yan Changge too much, and the word "thank you" was too light to say, so they could only repay him with actions and thoughts in the future.

"Did you remember anything?" Yan Changge asked.

"Yes!" Ning Buzhe nodded decisively, "They injected me with drugs at the time, and I was unconscious. Then they asked me about the Qu family's mental method. I told them part of it, but didn't tell them the core. In addition, they asked some questions..."

Ning Buzhe grabbed his head, looking very painful. Everyone was reluctant to let him go on thinking and was about to persuade him when Yan Changge picked up the itchy stick on the sofa and chopped the TV with force. A strong sword energy instantly broke the large TV of the Qu family, which was as big as a movie screen, into two halves. Strange electric light was flashing on the remains.

"The way of the sword is to cut through thorns and move forward courageously." Yan Changge raised his sword and said seriously, "The sword is straight and never bends. The sword holder must have the same determination as the sword to the end, so as to become a sword master. If mere drugs and hypnosis can really affect you, then you don't deserve to be the master of the Mysterious Shadow Sword!"

The itchy head on his palm was cut off by a sharp object at some point, leaving only the straight body. No matter what the object was, as long as it was in Yan Changge's hand, it was a sword!

This sword seemed to be a wake-up call to Ning Buzhe. He had lost his memory and was in an underground boxing ring. He randomly gave himself a name, why Ning Buzhe?

Because he is a swordsman who would rather be shattered to pieces than break his sword!

The author has something to say: "You are right," Ning Buzhe took the itchy body from Yan Changge and said firmly: "I am Qu Hui, the only heir of the Qu family sword!"

Itchy: Can we talk nicely?