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

Chapter 86 Meeting is Fate

"Hahaha! Hide? You try hiding again!"

Yellow Hair and his companions burst into even louder laughter, as if they were witnessing the most ridiculous scene. "You little idiot! You still got hit by my fist!"
Just because you wear a Taoist robe doesn't mean you're some kind of deity! You have no real skills whatsoever!

Laughter echoed through the streets.

Qi Yun stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around, the dim streetlights casting half-light and half-shadow on his face, obscuring his expression.

He suddenly grinned, revealing a very faint smile: "We met by chance, and he immediately cursed me with four sentences and then threw a bottle at my back."

"It seems you're determined to make things difficult for me?"

"Can't get through? I just can't stand your damn look!"

I'm just going to make things difficult for you! Why?

The blond-haired man, his neck stiff and his face contorted with anger and alcohol, spat as he shouted, “Dressed like an unearthed artifact, coming out in the dead of night to play tricks!”

I'm going to beat up a moron like you!

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, and, relying on his superior numbers, staggered forward.

"boom!"

A sharp crack, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

Qi Yun's foot had somehow landed firmly on the rolling wine bottle on the ground. The hard glass bottle shattered instantly under his foot, like an egg being crushed!

Glass shards mixed with leftover wine splashed everywhere, gleaming coldly under the light!

The sudden explosion was like a bucket of ice water being poured over someone's head, freezing the blond-haired man's movements and the laughter of the others in an instant!

"Since you're so determined, benefactor!" Qi Yun's voice was terrifyingly calm, like a deep pool or an ancient well, "then this humble Taoist will have no choice but to sober you up for free."

Huang Mao was startled when Qi Yun suddenly stomped on the wine bottle and broke it, which made him even angrier.

"Wake up, you motherfucker!"

Before he could finish speaking, the blond-haired man swung his arm and slapped him across the face.

Qi Yun remained motionless, his left hand flashing out like lightning, not to block, but to grab the blond-haired man's wrist with perfect precision!
The five fingers were like steel clamps, clamping and twisting sharply!
"Ah!" A pig-like scream tore through the night sky!
Huang Mao felt as if his wrist had been smashed by an iron rod, and the excruciating pain made him hunch over instantly.

Qi Yun smoothly pulled and pushed, his movements fluid and effortless, as if he were merely brushing away a fallen leaf.

Huang Mao's burly body, weighing over a hundred pounds, was lifted into the air like a tattered sack by an immense force, and then slammed hard onto the cold, hard cement ground!
"Pfft!" A little dust rose.

Huang Mao was so disoriented from the fall that his internal organs were displaced and his stomach was churning. With a "whoosh," he vomited out the beer he had drunk that night, mixed with filth, filling the air with a foul stench.

"Old Wang!" A man in a red vest roared and charged forward, his fist aimed straight at Qi Yun's ribs.

Qi Yun didn't even look. With his right hand pointing like a sword, he struck first, as fast as a viper's tongue. The moment the man in the red vest rushed to his side, his fingertips precisely touched his armpit.

"Ugh!" The man in the red vest felt as if he had been electrocuted. His entire arm went numb and went limp instantly, and his momentum came to an abrupt halt. He froze on the spot, all color draining from his face.

Qi Yun leaned his shoulder slightly, making a very small movement.

"Bang!" The man in the red vest, like a rag doll hit by a high-speed truck, groaned and flew backward at an angle, crashing into the brick wall by the roadside. He slid down softly, clutching his chest, unable to even scream, only able to gasp for breath in pain. Clearly, he had broken more than one rib.

The remaining three were completely stunned by the swift, ruthless, and precise attack. They sobered up considerably, and their faces were filled with fear.

One of the tall, thin men yelled and, despite his fierce demeanor, swung an empty bottle at the enemy.

Qi Yun's footwork was as elusive as a ghost, easily dodging the bottle's shadow. His right elbow, like a battering ram, thrust upwards with tremendous force!
"Snap!" A sharp, teeth-grinding sound!

The tall, thin man's chin seemed to have been struck by a hammer, his whole body was thrown upwards, his feet half a foot off the ground, blood and foam spurted from his mouth along with a few broken teeth, he crashed heavily to the ground, covered his face and curled up into a ball, letting out suppressed whimpers.

In the end, the two were so terrified that they dared not go forward. With a strange cry, they turned and tried to run away.

Qi Yun moved swiftly, blocking their retreat like a ghost.

He didn't use his full strength, just two swift, wind-like palm strikes that precisely sliced ​​into the back of their necks.

With two muffled groans, the two men's vision went black, and they collapsed limply to the ground. Although they were not seriously injured, they were unable to get up for a while.

In just a few breaths, the five drunkards who had been so arrogant just moments before were all lying on the ground.

Vomiting, groaning, and crippling, trembling.

The streets reeked of alcohol, blood, and the sour smell of vomit.

Qi Yun dusted off non-existent dust from his Taoist robe and walked calmly to the blond-haired man who was vomiting violently.

Yellow Hair was lying on the ground, retching, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Suddenly, a foot wearing cloth shoes reached under him and gently lifted him up.

A tremendous force came, and the heavy body of the blond man was easily flipped over, ending up on his back.

Before he could recover from the dizziness and excruciating pain, a foot had already stomped heavily on his chest!

"Well!"

Yellow Hair's eyes bulged out, and he felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest. The air in his lungs was instantly squeezed out, and the feeling of suffocation made his vision go black. He tried desperately to open his mouth, but could only make hoarse gasping sounds. His face quickly turned a liverish color.

The light from the streetlights was completely blocked by Qi Yun's tall figure, and Huang Mao could only see an outline shrouded in heavy shadows, like a demon god emerging from hell.

Those eyes looking down at him shone so brightly in the shadows that it made his soul tremble.

The chilling fear completely extinguished all the intoxication, leaving only boundless dread.

"To meet is to be destined!"

Qi Yun's voice came from above, calm as if discussing the weather, yet carrying a chilling indifference: "Now that I have helped you sober up, may I ask for directions?"

Unable to speak, Huang Mao could only nod frantically with all his might, like a fish out of water, his face covered in tears and snot, his eyes filled with nothing but the most primal plea.

The force of the foot on his chest suddenly loosened.

"Cough cough cough... Heh... Heh..."

A large amount of air rushed into his lungs, and Huang Mao coughed and gasped violently, like a broken bellows.

Are there any pawn shops around here?

"Yes, there is a pawnshop up ahead. Turn right at the next intersection, there's a 'Xinglong Pawnshop'!"

He dared not hesitate for a moment, and with all his might, he shouted out in broken sentences, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, the foot would fall again.

"Thank you, benefactor." Qi Yun's voice returned to its usual gentle and polite tone.

He withdrew his foot, not even glancing at the few people lying on the ground in agony, wrapped the longsword tightly in newspaper, turned around, and drifted away along the damp, cold street.

The hem of the blue Taoist robe brushed silently across the cold concrete under the dim streetlights and pale moonlight, quickly blending into the deeper darkness of the night ahead.

Behind them, only a few distorted screams drifted intermittently in the deathly silent night sky.

"My hand...my hand is broken!"

"My...my ribs...Quick...call an ambulance!"

"You little bastard... you've met a real Taoist priest!"

　Thank you to the two generous donors, Gujiu m and Tongyou Zuozhao, for their generous donations!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)