Chapter 9 No. 1 in Tianjin
It was almost noon when a group of people came to the courtyard.
The leader among them was dressed in black attire, with a broad and powerful figure, and a long knife hanging from his waist.
Behind him followed a Taoist priest.
What made Xie Que look at him was that this Taoist priest was actually as tall as the man in front of him. He wore his Taoist robes like tights.
The man pushed open the courtyard door and his eyes rested on Xie Que.
Xie Que suddenly felt like he was the prey of a ferocious beast, and he couldn't help but sweat dripping down his back.
The man looked away, clasped his fists and said, "I'm here, Mu Yongquan, the Demon Suppressor. Is Mr. Yuan Shun here?"
Xie Que couldn't help but be stunned.
He could guess that Yuanshun was Dashun's real name.
However, what made Xie Que feel a little strange was that the name "Yuan Shun" seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
He put aside his distracting thoughts and stopped thinking about the problem.
After all, I have been with Dashun for many years. Maybe a villager or someone else called me Dashun before.
Xie Que answered: "My father is in the room, are you from the government?"
Mu Yongquan nodded slowly: "Yesterday, I received a report from nearby villagers and heard that a corpse was highly poisonous, polluting the water sources of nearby rivers."
Just when Xie Que was about to walk through the door, the Taoist priest behind Mu Yongquan said a strange "Eh".
He kept counting with his fingers and suddenly called Xie Que: "Are you Mr. Yuan Shun's son?"
Xie Que shook his head: "I am his adopted son."
"No wonder..." the Taoist priest muttered, "It's okay... you can go call Dad."
Xie Que turned around and walked into the room, slamming the door against the wall.
Mu Yongquan and the Taoist priest were both dumbfounded.
Dashun walked out of the room and looked at the broken wooden boards that had fallen on the ground rather speechlessly.
Xie Que scratched his head in embarrassment.
The way he communicated with Dashun was like this, but he forgot that his strength was not what it used to be, and accidentally broke down half of the door.
Dashun waved his hand, indicating that the matter would be discussed later.
Mu Yongquan took a step forward with some joy, clasped his fists and said, "I've met my uncle."
Dashun nodded and then returned to the room.
Mu Yongquan looked a little helpless and could only turn to look at Xie Que: "Take us to see the corpse."
Xie Que was even more confused. He didn't expect Dashun to have such a relationship.
From what Mu Yongquan said, the "Demon Suppression Division" is an organization that is not easy to mess with.
While Xie Que was thinking, he led the two of them into the morgue and identified the poisoned corpse.
Mu Yongquan stepped aside, and the Taoist priest behind him stepped forward, lifted up the white cloth, and reached out directly to touch the body without any inhibitions.
Xie Que just wanted to remind the Taoist, but he didn't expect that the Taoist's fingertips turned into gold and slid straight into the poisonous corpse's mouth.
Suddenly, a black mist came from the mouth of the poisonous corpse and began to fill the morgue.
The extremely irritating smell instantly entered Xie Que's nasal cavity, making him feel a burning sensation in his respiratory tract.
The Taoist priest pulled out his fingers and muttered something. Then a green light flashed, the black mist disappeared, and Xie Que felt much better.
The Taoist priest looked up at Mu Yongquan: "That's right, it's black blood."
Mu Yongquan frowned, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally, he turned to Xie Que and said, "Have there been any circus performers near Wangjiazhuang?"
Xie Que shook his head.
Mu Yongquan sighed and seemed a little lucky: "Then this corpse should have floated from upstream."
The two walked out of the morgue and were about to leave.
Mu Yongquan turned around again and suddenly asked Xie Que, "You practice Yan Qing Quan, right?"
Xie Cao nodded.
Mu Yongquan asked again: "How many blasts can you make now?"
Xie Que couldn't figure out what Mu Yongquan wanted to say, but thinking that he had a relationship with Dashun and was a member of the government, he probably wouldn't harm himself, so he hid his words and said, "I can barely make a sound."
Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest smiled and patted Mu Yongquan on the shoulder: "This kid still knows how to hide his clumsiness."
Mu Yongquan also smiled and shook his head: "You and I are considered brothers, so you can tell the truth."
"Two times." Xie Que answered again not knowing how the other party could see his strength.
"Not bad. How many years have you been practicing boxing?" Mu Yongquan nodded.
Xie Que pondered for a moment. If he told the truth, it would be too shocking.
According to the memory of Jia Dalin in his mind, Jia Dalin started practicing boxing on his own and had no food supplements. It took him thirteen years to get started.
And he had someone to give him guidance, plus other factors, so his boxing training conditions were more than one or two points better than Jia Dalin's.
Not only that, Dashun seems not surprised by his boxing skills.
Xie Que said, "It's been two years."
Mu Yongquan and the Taoist priest looked at each other. He hesitated for a moment and said, "You just started practicing martial arts two years ago?"
Xie Que didn't know why, but he could only nod.
Mu Yongquan suddenly sighed and pointed at the Taoist priest: "Look, this is the real genius."
"The qi and blood are strong and the lower body is stable. I have been practicing martial arts for two years and I am close to entering the country."
Although Xie Que didn't know what Mu Yongquan meant by entering the country, he must have just mentioned the introduction recorded in the boxing manual.
Xie Que was a little confused and asked: "Is two years very fast?"
Mu Yongquan was a little helpless: "Soon."
"It's not good for a man to be too fast." The Taoist said this abruptly.
Mu Yongquan immediately rolled his eyes at him: "I think this is you and Guangguan. You are disrespectful and only sell some aphrodisiacs."
The Taoist said: "This is wrong. Yang Qi is the root of life..."
When Mu Yongquan saw this, he immediately stopped him: "Stop, this is not you and Guangguan."
He turned to look at Xie Que: "If you practice Taoism, entering the country after two years is considered a fool."
"But for martial arts, entering the country in two years is indeed considered a genius. It took me a full five years to get to where you are now."
Xie Que nodded in confusion. He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but he didn't expect to become a genius.
But what surprised him was that he had been practicing boxing under Dashun's nose a few days ago, and he didn't see how Dashun felt about it.
Xie Que was confused and asked Mu Yongquan: "Then, what is entry?"
Mu Yongquan was a little confused: "Didn't my uncle tell you?"
Thanks for the head.
Mu Yongquan explained to him: "The so-called entry is just some realms divided by Supervisor Tiansi to distinguish the strength of warriors."
"Entry represents the physical training state at the beginning of martial arts, followed by the innate state. I am now in the innate state."
"Further behind is the realm of the martial arts master, which is the end of the martial arts."
"My uncle, your adoptive father, is in this state."
The Taoist priest on the side also added: "Moreover, your father is still the number one warrior in Jinmen!"