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

Chapter 60 Cause and Effect
Before Wang Dashan could speak, he said directly, "Wang Dashan, your efforts in gathering local militia to protect the village and its people are commendable."

However, the path of martial arts is fraught with unpredictable dangers, and I, this humble Taoist, do not lightly impart my skills; this matter is unacceptable!

The burning light in Wang Dashan's eyes dimmed instantly, his face drained of color, his lips trembled, but he dared not argue. He simply kowtowed heavily, his shoulders slumped.

Song Laosan also looked disappointed and bewildered.

Xuan Qing changed the subject, his gaze falling on Song Laosan: "However, Song Laosan, I saw that you fought yesterday and you did have some courage and strength, and your personality is also quite straightforward."

I have a set of "Tiger-Taming Fist" here, which can be used to strengthen the body and defend against enemies. I can teach it to you.

But you must swear a solemn oath: this fist technique is for your own use only, and you must never teach it to anyone else!

Old Song looked up abruptly, stunned, not knowing what to do.

Wang Dashan, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly. He tugged at the corner of his clothes and hissed, "Third Brother! The Taoist Master has shown you favor! What an incredible stroke of luck! Hurry up and thank the Taoist Master! Swear an oath! Swear an oath now!"

Only then did Song Laosan realize what was happening. He hurriedly banged his head on the ground, making loud thuds, and swore a solemn oath: "Heaven above, earth below! I, Song Laosan, have received the Daoist's teachings today, and I will never pass them on to anyone else!"

The oath did not even explicitly state the consequences, which shows that Song Laosan already had other plans at this moment.

But Xuanqing pretended not to know this.

He nodded: "Remember your vow. Come in." He then called Song Laosan into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Xuanqing practiced a set of powerful, direct, and expansive "Tiger Subduing Fist" techniques.

The moves are simple yet powerful, making them perfect for a strong, unskilled brute like Song Laosan.

He taught quickly, explaining the boxing techniques and key points of power generation only three times before saying no more.

As for how much Song Laosan can comprehend and remember, it all depends on his own comprehension.

After finishing his business, Xuanqing did not linger.

Old Song, along with the entire village, young and old, expressed their deepest gratitude and saw them off to the village entrance.

The copper bells around the neck of the donkey jingled as Qi Yun led the donkey, and together with Xuan Qing, amidst the reluctant gazes of the crowd, they walked further and further away along the dirt road, disappearing into the distance at the edge of the fields in an instant.

The twilight melts like gold, and the distant mountains appear as iron.

A lone figure stood frozen in the middle of the winding mountain path, his indigo Taoist robe stained crimson by the setting sun.

The man held a three-foot-long sword in his arms, his back straight as a pine tree.

The mountain wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing his calm eyes beneath.

Five dark figures blocked the way, their blades reflecting the dying light of the day, exuding a chilling aura.

The ringleader, with his hairy chest exposed, held two broadswords crossed in front of him, dark brown scabs of blood clots forming at the nicks in the blades. He was grinning, his yellow teeth menacing.

"Zheng!"

The moment the autumn wind swept past the tips of the withered grass, the green sword in the man's arms suddenly roared like a dragon!
With a flash of sword light, he instantly transformed into a black shadow and rushed out at lightning speed!
The sword tip trembled like a buzzing bee, its sharp whistling tearing through the air overpowering the wind, and it pierced straight for the thief's throat on the right.

The man had just raised his knife when a red plum blossom burst open in his throat, and he fell backward without uttering a sound.

"court death!"

The thug with the axe roared, his double axes whipping up a fierce wind as he cleaved down the man's waist with the force of splitting a mountain.

With a light touch of his toes, the man took a step forward, moving like a willow catkin in the wind, gliding past the axe blade.

With a backhand strike, the sword light lingered, coiling like a snake around the wrist of another henchman.

"Ah!" With a scream of agony, the hand holding the knife was severed at the wrist.

The sword's momentum hadn't ended; it swiftly sliced ​​across the neck, creating a cloud of blood mist.

The remaining two were terrified, and their swordsmanship had become chaotic.

The man turned again, his swordplay suddenly becoming powerful and forceful, the spine of the sword striking horizontally with the force of a giant rock crashing down.

"Clang!" A steel knife flew out of his hand.

The sword's edge then darted into the opening like a venomous snake, and the sword light exploded!

*Thud!* A hole pierced through his heart.

The last person turned to flee, but the man stepped on the Heavenly Stem and swept past like a startled swan.

The sword tip flashed a cold, bluish light as it plunged into the back of the neck and emerged from the front of the throat!

In the blink of an eye, the four corpses collapsed to the ground.

"You little bastard! Grandpa will chop you to pieces!" The thug's eyes were bloodshot as he swung his double axes into two dark whirlwinds and pounced like a mad tiger.

The wind howled, stinging my face and whipping up sand, gravel, and withered leaves from the ground.

Instead of retreating, the man advanced! His sword flashed like lightning, piercing the gaps in the axe's shadow, sparks flying everywhere.

The thug parried with his axe, but his sword technique suddenly changed. It became fluid and flexible, like water, and the sword slid across the axe like a vine, slicing straight at the opponent's wrist!

The thug retreated hastily, the axe handle narrowly blocking the sword's edge.

The Earth-elemental sword rose, heavy and fierce as a mountain, its spine clashing hard against the axe blade! "Clang!" The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

The thug's hand went numb, and his axe strike faltered.

The Fiery Sword followed immediately, its light exploding like thunder!
It pierced right to the heart!

The thug spun around in horror, barely managing to parry with his axe, his Taoist robe already torn open by the sword's energy.

Just as his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet arisen.

Yi Wood Awakening of Insects!

Qi Yun's figure swayed like green bamboo in the wind, but his sword light was like thunder in spring, carrying an inexhaustible killing intent as it slashed diagonally upwards!

laugh!
Blood spurts out!
A hairy hand gripping a battle axe flew up at the wrist!

The thug's screams were cut off in his throat.

Two figures passed each other and stood still.

The setting sun, like blood, cast long, narrow shadows of the two figures on the rugged mountain path, resembling two silent black silhouettes.

The wind stopped for a moment.

A thin, red mark suddenly split open on the neck of that burly silhouette!

The blood, like a long-suppressed dark red fountain, shot out in a mournful arc in the twilight.

The dark figure swayed, then collapsed with a thud, and fell silent.

Zheng!
The man's arm trembled slightly, and the green-edged longsword emitted a clear and melodious tremor.

The blood droplets dripping from the sword were shaken off by the powerful force, leaving a straight, sharp line of blood that was deeply imprinted into the yellow earth.

"Ring... Ring ring!"

The clear, ethereal sound of copper bells drifted leisurely from the secluded mountain path beside the road, breaking the deathly silence.

The man executed a sleek sword flourish, and the longsword was precisely sheathed.

He turned around abruptly, his cold expression vanishing in a bright smile, and strode towards the blue donkey that was strolling out from the woods.

"Uncle-Master! I have fulfilled my mission and vanquished all the treacherous bandits here!"

The two were Xuanqing and Qiyun.

More than a month has passed since I left Songjiazhuang.

The frosty wind grew stronger, turning the trees along the mountain path desolate, with withered leaves swirling and tumbling along the ground.

The time on this journey mostly slipped away amidst the glint of swords and the clash of fists.

Xuanqing taught Qiyun the "Five Elements Thunder Sword," each move revealing the intricacies of the subject.

A sword is a weapon of death. Training alone is not enough; one must see blood, hear the sharp whistle of the blade cutting through the wind, and taste the chill of life and death.

Coincidentally, on desolate mountain paths, there are always petty thieves who don't know their place and just wander into the road.

Two or three, or seven or eight people, wielding knives and clubs, jumped out with ferocious expressions, shouting filthy words like "Leave your toll!"

Xuanqing stepped back, standing by with his hands in his sleeves, his gaze as indifferent as the distant mountain mists.

Qi Yun then drew his sword and charged forward.

At first, Qi Yun's swordsmanship was still somewhat hesitant, and the thief's brute force caused his arm to go numb and his feet to stagger.

At a crucial moment, Xuanqing would utter a word or two: "Left rib" or "Lower body, weak."

The voice wasn't loud, but it pierced Qi Yun's ears like an awl.

He then did as instructed, twisting his body, lowering his waist, and handing over the sword.

As his swordplay became more proficient, a faint whistling sound could be heard as his sword flashed past, though it was weak, it was enough to make ordinary bandits tremble.

On the third day after leaving the village, we stayed at a dilapidated mountain god temple.

The final barrier of the Five Internal Organs Fist – the Liver Aperture – has finally been breached!

The Five Internal Organs Fist technique has now reached its culmination.

(End of this chapter)