Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 48 Blue Bird
Softening can make certain changes to the body, greatly increasing the regulatory capabilities of blood, flesh and bones.

Yan Huan's mind moved, and his arm softened into a tentacle. When the flesh and bones were squeezed into a small hammer, it was restored to its original shape, and the entire right hand became a weapon.

"Although the appearance has changed, it still relies on physical strength in essence, so it is not very clever to use it to defeat the enemy."

Yan Huan returned his hands to their original position, pressed them against his chest, and slightly moved the position of his internal organs.

After careful consideration, he still feels that this [Softening] magical power is more useful in the matter of survival. By adjusting the position of the fatal point, assassinations targeting the human body structure can at least be avoided. In actual combat, the position of the injury can also be changed.

As for [Boarding], the flesh buds removed from the body can be implanted into the human body, attaching to the internal organs or brain nerves to achieve a parasitic control effect.

The shape and ability of the cut granulation are a bit like Mr. Jelly, the alien creature from the southwestern cancer Wang Zhenqiu.

Compared to jelly, [Boarding] has the advantage that the meat buds have no autonomous consciousness and will not kill their master. However, it also has the disadvantage of having no autonomous consciousness. If you want to mix the meat buds, you need to pay great attention to control the accuracy.

"The degree of freedom in controlling the body has increased, but the essence of the flesh and blood remains unchanged. There is no healing ability, and the excised granulation tissue cannot be replenished at all..."

Ahhhh…

Yan Huan was a little distressed. It turned out that when others leveled up, they first learned the prerequisite skills and then expanded the skill tree. But when it came to him, the skill tree was almost branching out, but there was still no clue about the Wood Element Spirit which was the main trunk.

"Bifang, Bifang, where on earth have you been hiding?"

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The next day, Penglai Middle-aged and Elderly Health and Wellness Association.

It was just daybreak. In front of the quaint and elegant guild hall stood people in white clothes. They were all elderly uncles and aunts. Although old, they were full of energy and everyone looked radiant and happy.

In front of the crowd was the association's president Qin Jiu, who was also the leader of Penglai Sword Pavilion. At this moment, he was teaching the Wudang Tai Chi sword move called "Turning Around and Pointing the Sword."

"Look carefully, exert your strength~ Be relaxed, and let the strength reach the tip of the sword. When thrusting with the sword, lead the sword with your fingers, the fingers move first, and then the sword thrusts out. Hey! Shoulder-level, arm and sword in one line, good! Here, pay attention to retracting your right heel, while moving your center of gravity backwards, close your left hand..."

I was enjoying the lesson when the cell phone next to the bench rang.

"Changqing, come and lead the seniors in practice. I have a phone call to answer."

Qin Jiu waved his hand to signal Li Changqing who was practicing with the team. When he saw his apprentice coming forward, he took out his cell phone from the messy clothes.

Caller ID: Dou Le.

"I asked you to come over for a drink the day before yesterday, but you didn't even take a break. You are so busy as the person in charge of East China! What's going on? Mr. Dou called today. Do you have any new instructions?"

"Hey!" Dou Le sighed, "Mr. Qin, I'm just an employee. I don't care what you say. You're insulting me! I haven't thanked you for the good seedlings you brought to the company!"

"Xiao Song?" Qin Jiu waved his hand across the phone. "He is looking for his relatives and borrowed the company's resources. You two are helping each other. Saying thank you is just a courtesy. Besides, as the descendant of one of the thirty-six thieves, there is no big tree that can provide him with shade except the company."

"That's not necessarily true. There are still big trees."

"where?"

"Penglai Jiange!" Dou Le said with a smile.

"Fuck you!" Qin Jiu cursed with a smile. After a while, his expression became serious. "No more nonsense. What's the matter?"

call--

Dou Le leaned against the railing of the train platform and exhaled a puff of cigarette, and then he felt melancholy and depressed. "Mr. Chang is dying."

"Which Chang Lao?"

"The guy from Guangxi, he was transferred from Sichuan and Yunnan during the war, and later joined the Nationalist Army, and then participated in the Battle of Taierzhuang and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Do you remember him?"

The wrinkles on the temples of the old man with white hair and thick eyebrows became deeper and deeper. After stringing together a few words, he remembered who Mr. Chang was.

Qin Jiu went to Qingdao a few years ago to give a lecture on health preservation and spiritual practice. In the middle of the lecture, he taught Tai Chi to an old man in a sanatorium for half a month. The man's name was Chang Qingsong, a veteran who had participated in many battles. He was originally from Guangxi, but because of his poor mental state, he insisted on traveling east and north. His children could not persuade him, so they sent him to the seaside to recuperate.

After all the calculations, Old Chang should be at least ninety-two years old, or about ninety years older than Little Qin. However, given the iron-blooded history that Chang Qingsong carries, the Sword Pavilion Master dare not regard himself as an elder in front of him.

Talking about this man, Qin Jiu's first reaction is that he is tough. He has a tough personality and a tough life, just like an indestructible stone.

"He's in very good health. This shouldn't happen!"

"Post-traumatic stress syndrome." Dou Le's slightly low voice came from the other end of the phone.

"This..." Qin Jiu paused. He had spent some time with him in the seaside nursing home in the past, but there was no sign of him showing any signs of this.

"Since the company has come forward, it means that they are involved in the circle. Just speak up. Jiange will definitely help if it can!"

Dou Le put out his cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and sat on the bench waiting for the bus.

"Mr. Chang has mental problems and has been in a coma ever since. He kept mumbling about the Blue Bird in his dreams. The witch that the company could call on took a look and said it was not caused by an alien. I have discussed this matter with the Northeast, but they have no clue. The Miaojiang Gu Master lineage also said it was not a Gu poison. But this shouldn't be the case. (PTSD) shouldn't be related to the Blue Bird."

"I just wanted to ask you, Mr. Qin. Penglai is a place with many fairy tales and secrets, and Jiange is good at spiritualism. You are knowledgeable and you should know something."

Qin Jiu buried his head in thinking. After thinking for a while, he really had no clue, but it also provided a new direction for thinking.

"Brother Chang is not an extraordinary person, but when I taught him Tai Chi, I noticed that he had some talent for cultivating Qi. Unfortunately, he is old and his Qi is weak, so he has no way to cultivate. But thinking about it this way, we can't rule out the possibility that he encountered elves when he was young, or that the so-called 'blue bird' may have something to do with what happened to him on the battlefield."

Dou Le pondered for a long time and shook his head.

"The flames of war roared, and the beasts scattered. The elves would not stay on the battlefield. That war of aggression not only killed my compatriots and occupied my land, but also deprived the elves of the soil on which we live."

Qin Jiu clenched his fists tightly, "These damn bastards!"

"I'll go back and look through the collection of books. If I find any clues, I'll give them to you right away. By the way, thank Xiao Xiao for me. The guy in my pavilion has behaved himself now."

"Okay!" Dou Le responded and then hung up the phone.

call--

With his blood surging, Qin Jiu adjusted his breathing and calmed his mind. He drew out his sword and performed a set of Tai Chi sword dance with great momentum. In just a few moments, he completed the 32 moves, which attracted the attention of the younger generation who were still practicing health and fitness.

"The sword is like flowing water, light and graceful, but the changes in momentum are vigorous and powerful, masculine and domineering. The so-called 'sword energy is like a rainbow, the sword moves like a dragon, the sword and the god are one, mysterious and infinite', probably nothing more than this."

Qin Jiu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome man in half-sleeve shorts with a slightly bulging waist.

"Junior Yan Huan, nice to meet President Qin!"

(End of this chapter)