What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 63 Murder and Silence

"So you agree?"

Xia Qing immediately stopped sighing and put on a smile again.

"Sigh, it's not that I don't want to teach, but these things are practically useless these days. Others might not even be willing to learn them, so there's no point in keeping them to myself."

At this point, Grandpa Li became serious and sighed, "Drinking really does lead to trouble; not knowing your limits makes things even easier..."

He paused slightly, his expression complex, and said, "Do you know what it feels like to almost kill someone?"

"Yeah, I tried it. I only killed five yesterday."

Xia Qing nodded slightly in agreement.

"Of course you didn't... Huh? What did you say?"

Grandpa Li was speaking according to his own logic, but when he heard Xia Qing's completely unexpected answer, he was stunned and full of questions.

"Okay, just kidding, I've never actually tried it."

Xia Qing thought for a moment, then shook her head in denial.

I killed someone in one move yesterday, so I've never experienced what it feels like to almost kill someone.

He didn't experience the exaggerated physical discomfort depicted in novels and movies towards things that clearly wanted to kill him or even kept nightmares.

Of course, nobody would believe what he said; it was mainly just a joke.

"Of course you haven't tried it."

Xia Qing's change of address finally helped Grandpa Li regain his composure, and he sighed:

"My drunken boxing isn't just a sham; I can actually use alcohol to generate power. Plus, when you're drunk, you don't know your own strength, so it's easy to really kill or injure someone. These days, if you lose, you're in the hospital; if you win, you're in jail."

"You don't need to worry about this Mr. Li at all."

Xia Qing shook her head upon hearing this.

"Are you trying to say you have a high alcohol tolerance? That you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"

Grandpa Li gave a self-deprecating laugh: "That's what I thought when I was learning from my master."

"No, what I mean is, I can kill people even without learning Drunken Fist."

Xia Qing interrupted quietly.

boom!
A punch landed on the trunk of the camphor tree that Grandpa Li often bumped into.

A loud thud, followed by a crisp cracking sound, rang out simultaneously.

Along with that, there was a faint fist mark that seemed to remain after he withdrew his hand.

Of course—there's also the hand that silently shrank behind him, trembling with pain.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. He can wield a hundred-pound halberd like it's nothing. What difference does it make if he has a few punches and kicks like yours?"

Grandpa Wu was not surprised by Xia Qing's performance, after all, he had personally seen and tried the ridiculously heavy halberd.

Seeing that Old Man Li had clearly been persuaded, he immediately smoothed things over with a smile and a joking urge, "I just don't want the things passed down from our ancestors to be lost. Now that there's finally someone willing to learn, hurry up."

"...Alright, alright, I'll teach you for a few days. Don't blame me if you don't learn it, and don't blame me even more if you do learn it."

Looking at the fist imprint, and then thinking about Xia Qing's clearly impressive Tai Chi skills, Grandpa Li stopped talking and led Xia Qing to a secluded spot.

"Okay."

After saying that, Grandpa Li immediately began demonstrating the moves and techniques without wasting any more words.

The boxing style he demonstrated was not the stumbling, drunken Eight Immortals or Drunken Monkey Fist seen in martial arts movies, but rather a set of wide-open, extremely powerful boxing techniques.

"One Hand Supports the Sky! Heaven-Turning Hand! Double Chopping Palm! Returning Dragon Fist! Strange Bird Soars Through the Clouds! Azure Dragon Shines Claw! Sky-Piercing Cannon! Meteor Fist!"

Grandpa Li unleashed a series of powerful and fluid punches, which made Xia Qing's eyes light up slightly.

This is no ordinary martial arts routine or fake move. Although it is still inferior to the upgraded martial arts, it clearly shows many traces of explosive power and is obviously a boxing style with great practical combat ability.

"Huff, huff~ Look, how much have you learned? I forgot to ask you to record this on your phone."

After finishing his set of punches, Grandpa Li was panting heavily, gasping for breath, and slapped his forehead in frustration.

"It's alright, I've memorized it."

Xia Qing spoke.

Perhaps it's a matter of drawing parallels; Tai Chi, once integrated into one's instincts, isn't bound by rigid techniques. Various techniques have similar movements, so with a little observation, one can imitate them quite well, differing only in the application of energy.

"You really remembered it?" Old Li was taken aback and looked suspicious, but he didn't ask any further questions or make him practice. He just took out a bottle of wine from his pocket and said, "Okay, let's drink."

Xia Qing took the drink, drank a few sips, and was immediately given a cramming lesson on stance training, how to feel the effects of alcohol, how to use the alcohol to invigorate blood circulation and exert force, and how to fall and dodge in the drowsy state.

Well, actually, it sounded a bit like he was drunk and acting crazy.

However, there is indeed some skill involved in applying force and exerting power.

Learning the whole set of lessons takes a whole day in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, it's already evening.

Of course, Xia Qing was quite humane and treated them to lunch.

I was going to thank them again that evening, but the two old men declined and went straight home.

"Good man."

Watching the two leave with a sigh, Xia Qing took a sip of the small bottle of wine she had bought at noon and tried it out.

Bang bang bang!

He had already mastered multiple martial arts skills.

In addition, he possesses physical qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

It was not difficult for Xia Qing to learn this Drunken Fist, which was far less refined than the original. When he used it with all his might, it immediately became incredibly powerful and fierce.

more importantly.

It was probably not long ago that I actually saw blood.

The fist technique was not only powerful and fierce, but also possessed a truly ruthless and menacing aura, resembling a life-or-death struggle.

Ordinary people using this boxing technique are just practicing boxing.

When he used this fist technique, it seemed as if he were killing someone.

Each punch and palm strike was deadly, filling the field with murderous intent.

"you……"

After Xia Qing finished her set of Drunken Fist, she stood still, only to find Grandpa Li standing blankly at the park entrance.

"Uncle Li, what brings you back again?"

Xia Qing was taken aback.

"I...uh, cough cough, I forgot my coat, I forgot my coat."

Grandpa Li forced a smile.

At this moment, his mind was filled with Xia Qing's murderous fist techniques.

Learning quickly is secondary.

The main thing is that aura... I doubt even killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years could pull it off.

Have you ever almost killed someone?
I tried it; I only managed to kill five yesterday.

The earlier joke flashed through my mind.

He was indeed taking it as a joke at first.

But now I can't laugh at all.

"Please don't misunderstand, I'm just a little stronger, and what I said before was all a joke."

Seeing Grandpa Li's expression, Xia Qing knew perfectly well that he had been frightened by her, so she quickly explained, both amused and exasperated.

"Yeah, yeah, just kidding, just kidding. Xia, you really are a gifted martial arts prodigy. You learned in one day everything that I had practiced for many years."

Grandpa Li simply echoed his agreement.

Xia Qing should have just kept quiet.

This explanation.

—I was even more scared.

He's still laughing, and his laughter is so eerie. Could he be planning to kill me to silence me?

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