Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 126 Murder Prescription

The morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Qi Yun's face.

He opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, his spirit full of energy. The mental fatigue from practicing magic last night had been swept away, and he felt a sense of clarity after his primordial spirit had been cleansed and tempered.

He pushed open the door and went next door, where he saw Song Wan already practicing her morning exercises in the courtyard. Her movements were fluid and her palm strikes were sharp and powerful; it was a set of Bagua Palm techniques.

"Song Wan," Qi Yun said.

Upon hearing the voice, Song Wan stopped her movements, turned around, and said respectfully, "Abbot."

"Come, let's test our skills." Qi Yun walked to the open space in the courtyard and stood casually. "Let me see how much progress you've made these past few days."

A look of joy flashed in Song Wan's eyes.

This period also provided her with a rare moment of leisure after joining the 749th Inning.

He single-mindedly focused on practicing his Baguazhang, hoping to reach the state of unity between intention and energy, thereby completely opening the door to the world of cultivation.

Previously, she was clearly superior to Qi Yun in terms of boxing skills, but Qi Yun had already reached the stage of receiving the talisman, and even more so, he entered the realm of the unity of intention and qi overnight.

This made her deeply understand that although they are all human, the difference between them is even greater than that between humans and monkeys. This also made her deeply understand the value of the lineage master, what it means to be a patriarch or a seed of a celestial master!
At this moment, it is a rare opportunity to receive guidance from Qi Yun.

She immediately clasped her hands in greeting: "Please enlighten me, Abbot!"

Before she finished speaking, she slid forward with the speed of a dragon, closing in on Qi Yun silently with a palm strike aimed at his ribs. It was the "Azure Dragon Probing Claw" move from Baguazhang, with a tricky angle and a soft, yielding force.

However, Qi Yun simply turned slightly to the side, and with a casual flick of his right hand, seemingly slow but actually fast, he precisely placed it on Song Wan's wrist, releasing a gentle force that deflected her attack.

Song Wan felt a numbness in her wrist, as if the force had vanished into thin air. Startled, she spun around and struck Qi Yun's neck with her other palm, which whistled through the air. Her move was incredibly fast and her palm strike was sharp.

A knowing glint flashed in Qi Yun's eyes.

At his current level of understanding, Song Wan's palm technique trajectory was clearly visible, and he was also fully aware of the flow of her energy.

Compared to her father Song Dingqian's Baguazhang, which was full of murderous intent, Song Wan's Baguazhang, although it had the same form and was sharp and swift, always lacked a sense of decisiveness and murderous intent!
Martial arts are techniques for killing; without killing intent, one lacks courage.

This is a major taboo for any martial art!

Qi Yun plans to test his magic on Song Wan this time, and therefore is willing to give her some pointers as compensation.

He stopped blocking, and with a slight movement of his feet, he shifted back half a foot like a ghost, allowing the sharp hand blade to graz his skin just in time.

Immediately, he threw a punch with his left hand. It seemed ordinary, but it struck Song Wan squarely between her slightly exposed chest and abdomen due to the force of the punch.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Song Wan felt a powerful yet restrained force surge towards her, and involuntarily staggered back seven or eight steps. Her blood surged, and her face instantly flushed red.

Qi Yun withdrew his fist and stood up, shaking his head: "The palm technique is not bad, and the footwork is also agile, but unfortunately, it's too soft."

"You haven't killed anyone yet, have you?" Qi Yun asked calmly.

Song Wan's expression suddenly froze, and her pupils contracted slightly.

"You haven't killed anyone yet?" These words came out of Qi Yun's mouth with a chilling calmness.

She suddenly remembered the bloody scene in the file photos, the head that Qi Yun had personally severed...

During this time, Qi Yun had always appeared detached from worldly affairs, which made her temporarily forget how ruthless Qi Yun's methods were.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and honestly replied, "Reporting to the Abbot, I... have indeed never personally taken a life."

Although the bureau has authority, in today's society governed by law, we primarily deal with unusual or supernatural entities. I... I only shot you that one time in the morgue, when I thought you were a heretic, and I followed the bureau's training manual!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's face showed an expression of "I knew it," even with a hint of speechlessness: "Back in the morgue, was that the first time you fired a gun at someone?"

A look of shame appeared on Song Wan's face, and she nodded: "Yes. I joined 749 as an unstaff member after graduation, and I only became a full-fledged member three months ago."

Previously... I only participated in tracking and auxiliary tasks at most.

Team Leader Song had also said long ago that my biggest flaws were my lack of courage and my soft moves.

After that, I started to try... to be ruthless.

After hearing this, Qi Yun was speechless and looked up at the sky, only able to sigh that his luck back then was really "good" to the extreme. He ran into a novice and almost got shot dead.

He looked Song Wan up and down and asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-three," Song Wan replied.

"Twenty-three...that's only one year older than me."

Qi Yun shook his head. "It's normal that you don't have any lives on your hands."

Shooting someone is largely ineffective when done through a barrier.

Qi Yun commented, "Your problem is that you need to use the martial arts you've practiced to kill someone yourself, preferably by beating them to death with your bare hands. That would be the most effective treatment, guaranteed to work immediately."

Hearing this menacing "prescription," Song Wan couldn't help but twitch her lips, wanting to laugh but feeling it was inappropriate.

"Alright," Qi Yun waved his hand. "Follow me, you should have plenty of opportunities. Now, practice your footwork. Footwork is the foundation of power generation in boxing. Let's try again!"

Song Wan's expression hardened, and she focused her attention on attacking again.

This time, she cast aside all distractions and focused all her energy on the task at hand. Her Bagua technique moved with incredible speed and precision, her palms flashing as she targeted vital points.

Qi Yun remained calm and composed, but when Song Wan stabbed him in the throat with a "white snake spitting its tongue" technique, he silently thought to himself, "Now!"

His right hand appeared to be blocking, but in reality, the "Nine Netherworld Pulling Silk Seal" was activated instantly beneath the Laogong acupoint in his palm.

Once the Great Black Edict is recorded and solidified, it can be formed into a seal with a mere thought, without the need for further tedious refinement.

The index finger moves forward almost imperceptibly!
"Duh!"

An invisible, almost completely transparent thread shot out from his fingertip and instantly disappeared into the vicinity of Song Wan's chest acupoint!

Song Wan, who was rushing towards him, suddenly froze!
As if a movie had been paused, her forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, her blood and energy seemed to freeze instantly, her eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, and she completely lost control of her body.

Qi Yun then deftly dodged to the side.

Pfft!
Song Wan fell straight forward, and due to the inertia of the forward motion, she slid more than two meters on the ground before coming to a stop, looking extremely disheveled.

Qi Yun silently calculated the time: "One breath... two breaths... three breaths!"

The moment the third breath ended, the thread suddenly snapped and vanished.

"Three breaths? That's not short, enough for me to do a lot of things!"

Song Wan, lying on the ground, gasped for breath, as if she had been rescued from drowning, and instantly regained control of her body.

(End of this chapter)