"Then when can I practice Qinggong?"

"When you have cultivated your internal strength, you can practice Qinggong."

"But I don't have Qinggong."

"It's okay, I'll give you one when the time comes."

"Thank you, big brother."

After chatting with Yang Shuyu for a few words and sending her off to read, he came up to Yang Wenshan, who was sitting on a recliner drinking, and said, "Mr. Yang, are you drinking again? Didn't you quit drinking?"

Yang Wenshan said drunkenly, "I'm happy today."

"Mr. Yang, Hua Yunsheng is dead. Hua's Clinic will be without patients from now on. They will either have to hire someone at a high price or close down."

"I know. A few days ago, I was also invited. I didn't want to go. My son was murdered by these people, and they wanted me to treat him.

But I was also curious about what kind of illness Hua Yunsheng had that left the entire city helpless, so I went to see him.

Yang Wenshan laughed and said, "It's retribution. After checking Hua Yunsheng's pulse, I found that his heart was beating weakly and his heart function was almost stopped. I almost laughed out loud at that time."

Jiang Weichen asked, "Mr. Yang, have you diagnosed any illness?"

Yang Wenshan replied shamefully, "No, it seems like the heart was damaged by something, but no toxins or insects were found."

Jiang Weichen asked, "What did Hua Yunsheng say?"

This was the first time Jiang Weichen used Qi and blood on an ordinary person. In order to avoid suspicion, he weakened the Qi and blood he used many times.

Otherwise, Hua Yunsheng had just arrived at the Supreme Alliance and died within a few days. Everyone would know that it was him who did it.

But now he is at most a suspect. As long as the cause of death cannot be found, it will be assumed that the death was caused by some disease.

When Yang Wenshan went to diagnose a patient, in addition to taking the patient's pulse, he naturally asked about the patient's condition.

He wanted to hear Hua Yunsheng's own feelings.

Yang Wenshan replied: "Hua Yunsheng didn't know what happened. A month ago, he suddenly felt heart pain. It was very weak at first, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But the feeling continued and became more and more painful.

He started to treat himself, but when that didn't work, he quickly sought diagnosis from his colleagues, but they couldn't find any problems either.

In short, his heart function is getting weaker day by day, and he is in pain all the time.

When I went there, he was already pale, his heart was beating very weakly, and the blood was flowing slowly throughout his body.

He was only hanging on by the boots of medicinal herbs, and you could say he was practically tortured to death."

Jiang Weichen pondered for a moment, a month ago?

At that time, Hua Yunsheng had been away from the Supreme Alliance for half a month.

It took Hua Yunsheng half a month to feel the pain in his heart.

But the qi and blood start to cause damage from the moment they enter the body.

Hua Yunsheng is not a warrior, so he doesn't feel any obvious abnormalities in his body.

The weakened Qi and blood may cause little damage at first, and ordinary people may not feel anything unusual, but it will accumulate over time.

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest.

However, the divine will in the qi and blood could actually exist for a month and a half without dissipating?

Could it be that the energy and blood are still alive, so the spiritual will is not dissipated?

Or is it because of divine will that the Qi and blood can remain active?

Or is it that the qi and blood entering the other person's body are also absorbing nutrients to maintain vitality?

Jiang Weichen has too many questions, but no one in this world is currently studying the power of qi and blood.

He had no one to ask for advice, and since this was his trump card, he didn't want too many people to know about it.

Jiang Weichen was thinking: Should I get a few ordinary people to experiment on it?

This energy and blood power belongs to him and is useless to him.

The illusory river of time in the Yandao Hall cannot project other living people, nor can it be used for experiments.

An evil idea suddenly popped up in Jiang Weichen's mind: to get some living people for experiments.

But after thinking about it, I decided to give up. People have to have a bottom line.

Otherwise, there will be no limit.

He still has a lot of time, so he won't have to worry about meeting evil people or enemies in the future.

Those are all good experimental materials.

Yang Wenshan narrowed his eyes and looked at the thoughtful Jiang Weichen and asked, "You didn't poison me again, did you?"

Last time, a man in disguise came to him for detoxification. He diagnosed that the man was poisoned by the poison he and Jiang Weichen had refined.

It was not until Hua Yunxuan died and Jiang Weichen told him the good news that he realized that the man was Jiang Wenguang and that Hua Yunxuan's death was also caused by Jiang Weichen.

Yang Wenshan was somewhat touched, but also somewhat worried about Jiang Weichen's audacity.

A county magistrate can kill someone if he wants to. This is not a good thing, he will lose his life.

Jiang Weichen smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, it was indeed me who did it."

Chapter 151 Yunwu Mountain

Yang Wenshan sighed, feeling somewhat moved, but still advised, "Alas, you should use less poison in the future. Using poison is not the right way after all, and it will be detrimental to your reputation.

With your talent, if you study medicine carefully, you will become a great doctor."

It had only been a short time, and he could no longer diagnose the poison Jiang Weichen had administered. This was clearly not a sign of poisoning.

So many doctors tried bloodletting, pulse diagnosis, and observation, auscultation, questioning, and palpation, and finally came to the conclusion: heart failure.

It is said that after Hua Yunxuan died, the county coroner was invited to perform an autopsy. Although he found something unusual, he did not know the reason.

Jiang Weichen doesn't care about reputation. He doesn't live to show off to anyone.

But he still said: "Mr. Yang, I am not using poison this time."

Jiang Weichen hesitated for a moment. Master Yang was the one he had the most contact with. He taught him health-preserving boxing and passed on medical books to him.

After that, he taught him pharmacology, and the two of them studied body-hardening medicine together. Their relationship was very pure, unlike Feng Chuan's, which was mostly an exchange of interests.

Elder Yang was a trustworthy person, so he said, "Elder Yang, I use blood, the power of Qi and blood."

Yang Wenshan immediately retorted: "Impossible, even if the blood is rejected, it is impossible to cause heart failure."

"Master Yang, there is a spirit in the human body, residing in the heart. This is called the mind. The mind issues commands, which are called thoughts. Thoughts combine with Qi and blood, condensing Qi and blood and making them aggressive. This is called Qi and blood power.

If I condense my Qi and blood to form Qi and blood power to stimulate my muscles, I can strengthen my body like I did last time when I used the Body Tempering Soup.

If I condense the energy of qi and blood into blood and release it through my palm and hit someone else's body, then this energy of qi and blood will run wild and destroy the other person's body tissues.

Moreover, Qi and blood are everywhere. What I sent out was just a more condensed form, and the amount was very small. The opponent is not a warrior, so it is difficult to detect it, and it is even more undetectable when mixed in the blood."

Yang Wenshan was a little shocked. He had studied medical books and practiced medicine for many years. He knew a lot of things, including the mind, thoughts, and various kinds of qi in the body that Jiang Weichen mentioned.

But this was the first time he had heard of the mind condensing qi and blood to make it aggressive.

Yang Wenshan seemed to have discovered a new world and said, "Push one of your arrows into my body and let me feel it."

Jiang Weichen shook his head and said, "Old Yang, this is no joke. I won't be able to control it after I throw it out. I'm afraid I'll kill you."

The solution to the power of Qi and blood is to directly erase it with powerful divine will.

Second, rely on the true qi, internal strength, and blood to slowly dissipate.

Apart from this, he has not found any other solution.

Or bloodletting is a solution.

Old Yang is not a warrior, has no internal energy, and does not know how to mobilize spiritual power, so he dare not try it.

Moreover, although Old Yang is over forty years old and almost fifty years old, his spiritual power may not be as strong as Jiang Weichen's.

It is said that when the essence is full, the qi is full, and when the qi is full, the spirit is vigorous. The strength of the spirit is not determined by who lives longer.

Of course, if they are ordinary people, it may be so. After all, they live longer, see more, and know more, so their consciousness is relatively stronger.

After hearing this, Yang Wenshan stopped insisting and said:

"My son and daughter-in-law have both lost their lives. Now that Hua Yunsheng and the county magistrate are buried with them, that's enough. There's no need to target the Hua family anymore."

Jiang Weichen didn't say much. Since Mr. Yang was not planning to retaliate, then let it go.

He is not afraid of the Hua family now, but if he goes to destroy them, it will probably cause trouble.

A chief constable in Suzhou is already a natural, let alone the Imperial City Bureau in the capital.

They may turn a blind eye to the strong, but they don't mind making an example of those who are not strong enough to do evil.

Hua Yunxuan died of inexplicable reasons, and Hua Yunsheng died of heart failure.

There is no direct evidence to show that he did it, unless Jiang Wenguang and Niu Gui betrayed him.

However, with his current strength, he is not afraid of a county family.

The Hua family only has one Hua Yunxuan, otherwise how can they be considered a noble family?

Rather than saying that Yangcheng has three major families, it would be better to say that it has three major landlords.

A true aristocratic family has a profound foundation, a long heritage, and complex relationships. They have power in the local area and have connections in the court.

Jiang Weichen said, "Old Yang, now that Hua's Medical Clinic has lost Hua Yunsheng, the Health Preservation Hall will gradually get better in the future."

Yang Wenshan sighed, "Alas, I don't care about these things anymore. A tall tree attracts the wind, so it's good to be neither angry nor angry.

If it really develops, it will only cause trouble.

I taught Shu Yu the medical skills only to prevent the medical skills that have been passed down for three generations of the Yang family from being lost."

Jiang Weichen also understood that the laws in this era were not perfect, and even if there were laws, their fairness could not be guaranteed. Without strength and connections, the more famous one became, the more likely one was to get into trouble.

There has been no absolute justice since ancient times, let alone in this society where human relationships are important. Laws are not as reliable as power, connections, and strength.

Then he said, "Old Yang, please stay here for a few years. When I become stronger, I will take you to Yunwu Mountain to live in retirement."

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