"Old Zhao, I'm really interested in your boxing style; it might be helpful to me," Qin Luo said earnestly.
Seeing Qin Luo's sincere eyes, Old Zhao stopped being coy, clenched his fist, and threw a punch that looked very light, yet could generate a gust of wind, combining strength and gentleness.
Qin Luo's boxing style is very similar to his.
As Old Zhao practiced his boxing, he explained, "There is no boxing, no intention, only the unity of form and spirit, allowing for free and easy offense and defense."
A set of boxing techniques flowed smoothly and effortlessly.
Qin Luo could sense a flow of energy within Old Zhao's body. This energy was neither the blood and qi of a martial artist nor the spiritual energy of a cultivator, but rather pure innate energy, the purest energy in the world.
"There are countless methods and approaches, but they all lead to the same goal."
Qin Luo couldn't help but admire that whether practicing martial arts or seeking the Dao, what one pursues is nothing more than the innate Qi.
The "going against the heavens" that cultivators often talk about is to defy the normal cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death in order to reach a state of returning to one's original, simple nature.
After Old Zhao finished demonstrating his boxing technique, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed, saying, "Master Daoist, I've made a fool of myself!"
"Old Zhao, here you go."
Qin Luo handed the flask of wine in his hand to Old Zhao.
Old Zhao caught it steadily, then raised the wine jug and drank heartily, laughing loudly, "Thank you, Daoist Master!"
Qin Luo clenched his fists and practiced the fist technique that Lao Zhao had just demonstrated. Lao Zhao stared wide-eyed, and Qin Luo grasped the essence of it in just one repetition.
"As expected of Daoist Master!"
Old Zhao's eyes were filled with joy.
"Old Zhao, you taught me well."
"Hahaha, you flatter me, Daoist Master."
With the bright moon high in the sky and a gentle breeze caressing their faces on the river, Qin Luo and Lao Zhao sat at the top of Qinghe Tower, drinking and chatting. "Lao Zhao, do you still have any dreams?"
Old Zhao said with a wry smile, "I'll live one day at a time."
Qin Luo nodded, "It's good that you're alive."
Old Zhao couldn't help but shed tears. He said with a face full of self-reproach, "Master Dao, I have no face to go down and see my wife, children and elderly parents. I can only live on."
Qin Luo patted Old Zhao on the shoulder, watched him shed tears, and said softly, "I can write a talisman for them so that they will suffer less in the cycle of reincarnation."
"Really?"
Old Zhao stared wide-eyed at Qin Luo.
Qin Luo didn't ask Old Zhao for the reason. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Whether the talisman is useful or not depends on your sincerity. These talismans will also shorten your lifespan."
"It's alright, I'm willing. Please help me, Daoist Master." Old Zhao wanted to kneel down to express his gratitude, but a gentle breeze helped him up.
Qin Luo went downstairs and found Hua Ying. "I want to draw some talismans for Old Zhao."
"no problem."
Hua Ying retrieved the tools needed for drawing talismans.
Wang Guiyi leaned closer and asked, "What kind of talisman is it, Daoist Master? Could you give me one?"
Qin Luo said softly, "This is for the dead."
"Never mind then."
Wang Guiyi felt an awkward chill run down his spine.
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