Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

Yuelai Inn, located on a street with two Martial Arts Halls, often accommodated disciples from these halls, and preparing herbal medicines was a common occurrence.

There was a special shed in the backyard of Yuelai Inn reserved specifically for preparing medicines.

The waiter pointed inside the shed and said, "Customer, all these medicine pots have been cleaned, and the firewood is piled up over there, you can just use it directly."

"Okay."

The waiter didn't give up and tried to say, "Sir, our cook is very skilled at preparing medicines, and she does it quickly and well. If you pay an additional five cents, you could comfortably lie down in your room for an hour, and we'll bring it to you then. Would you like to try it?"

"No need, I'll do it myself," Shen Qing still refused.

Being away from home, he felt it was better to be cautious.

Linfeng Hall for so many years, had no need and would not tamper with the medicinal materials.

But he dared not casually drink something prepared by others; he felt safer preparing it himself.

Seeing that Shen Qing was still firm, the waiter no longer urged and respectfully bowed before retreating.

An hour later, it was already evening.

The backyard of the inn was dyed golden by a touch of the setting sun's afterglow.

A cold breeze gently blew, mixing various medicinal fragrances in the yard, making it seem as if one were in a pharmacy.

Shen Qing picked up an earthy yellow bowl, filled with the recently cooked and cooled Shiquan Dabu Decoction.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, the medicinal soup glinted with a pale gold color, emitting bursts of refreshing herbal fragrance.

Shen Qing tilted his head back and gulped down the medicinal soup in one go, a bitterness tinged with a hint of sweetness immediately spread through his mouth.

As the soup went down, the familiar medicinal power began to slowly diffuse within his body, turning into warm currents that smoothly glided through every meridian like silk.

The soreness produced in his muscles from practicing movement techniques earlier that day gradually became softer under this warm flow.

In just the time of burning a stick of incense, and after digesting all the medicinal power, even the last trace of soreness vanished.

Shen Qing had fully recovered, his Qi-Blood replenished, becoming vigorous once again.

The effects of the Shiquan Dabu Decoction impressed him.

The last time he took it, he hadn't trained as much as today, and the soreness had been mostly in his lower body, not as deeply felt as today.

Indeed, Linfeng Hall had its unique aspects.

It was an unexpected pleasure.

After taking the medicine, Shen Qing returned to his quarters with the waiter's guidance.

Tian Xiaohu was meticulous this time, specially booking two rooms.

He had one to himself, while Tian Xiaohu and Shen Xiaohu shared the other.

He didn't let Shen Qing spend money in vain.

Shen Qing greeted Tian Xiaohu, exchanged a few pleasantries, then returned to his room and shut the door tightly.

When night completely fell, Shen Qing, who was feigning sleep in bed, sat up, walked over to the window.

He opened the window, looking at the damp ground outside the inn, a cold wind blowing gently.

Shen Qing picked up a dagger, tore a piece of cloth to wrap around his face, then leapt out the window with a single bound, landing as lightly as a cat.

He looked around to make sure there were no other people outside the inn, then his figure surged forward and he dashed away, quickly disappearing into the alley.

...

Inside Wanfeng Building.

As one of the managers, Wang Qiyao had finished a day of trivial tasks, massaged his sore wrists, and closed the ledger.

He picked up a cup of tea from the table and took a sip, "Today's work is almost done; it's time to head back."

Wang Qiyao stood up, took out a large portion of the day's unused purchasing funds from his pocket, and tucked it into his own pocket.

Then he put the remaining portion and the ledger into a wooden box, secured it with a delicate small lock.

After tugging at it to make sure it was locked, he left feeling reassured.

Since the restaurant business ended late, by the time Wang Qiyao walked out of Wanfeng Building, the sky had already turned completely dark.

At that time, there were far fewer people in the county.

Many things that shunned the light of day began to emerge.

Fortunately, his home was not far from Wanfeng Building; it wouldn't take long for him to get home.

Even though he carried some gold and silver items and had the backing of the Song family, no one dared to target him.

His home was in a residential area of Pinghe Square, a small courtyard enclosed by a single gate.

Standing at his own door, Wang Qiyao found the main gate tightly shut. He pounded on the door and shouted, "Open the door!"

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

A servant inside bowed his head respectfully and stepped aside.

Wang Qiyao strode in, complaining, "Why so slow?"

The servant remained silent, closed the door again, and dropped the latch.

"It's late at night, why are the candles in the room still lit? Don't they cost money?" Wang Qiyao entered the courtyard, turned his head, and was about to scold.

Just as he turned his head...

Bang!

Wang Qiyao was struck on the top of his head and his head was covered in blood.

"Ah?!" Wang Qiyao screamed in pain, feeling dizzy and unable to stand straight: "Such audacity! I belong to the Song and Dong Family, you..."

However, the only response he got was a handful of white ash.

The wound on his head, now mingled with the white ash, sizzled oddly, as if his scalp was being ripped off.

Intense pain spread from the top of his head throughout his body.

But Wang Qiyao, having trained in martial arts, quickly regained some composure.

Wang Qiyao looked at the masked servant in front of him and pointed at him, saying, "Who are you exactly? Do you know who I am? If you touch me, the Song and Dong Family won't let you off."

He hadn't noticed in the dark, but now he realized that the person who had opened the door was not his servant but a masked man.

This was his home!

He had never imagined that someone would come into his home to attack him.

This was incredibly bold!

It made no sense at all!

Shen Qing showed no intention of responding; he completely ignored Wang Qiyao's warnings.

His eyes were cold and indifferent, looking at Wang Qiyao as if he were a cornered beast fighting desperately in its last moments.

Shen Qing timed his move perfectly and swiftly shifted his footing.

Already adept with the Poison Shadow, and after practicing the Wind Defying Finger technique all day, his movements were sharp and swift, positioning himself behind Wang Qiyao in the blink of an eye.

Wang Qiyao seemed to sense something and exclaimed, "Spare my life, noble man!"

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Shen Qing hesitated not at all.

A flash of cold light, and he slit Wang Qiyao's throat with a knife.

Then, he quickly stabbed a few times in his chest, ensuring Wang Qiyao was beyond dead.

"Heh, heh..."

Wang Qiyao's eyes bulged, his mouth spewing blood, and his lower body discharged uncontrollably.

Shen Qing quickly frisked his body, grabbed the package he had already looted, then sprinted and vaulted over another courtyard wall and dashed away.

Landing in the alley, Shen Qing chose his path and ran as fast as he could.

In his view, eliminating threats didn't require superfluous fluff.

The best method was to kill him!

With the person dead, the threat naturally disappears.

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