Chapter 30 Spirit: Bixi

During the investigation at that time, he often came to He Yi Men, so Dan Ying could recognize him at a glance.
Although he was dressed differently at the moment from his appearance back then.
Nowadays he has retired from work and has plenty of time to practice martial arts.
The knife skills that he practiced with the stone-carved old man were the Xinyou knife skills of the Qi family army in the Ming Dynasty.
Although he has only been practicing art for two months, his talent has astonished the elders. He has achieved a level of mastery in just two months.
Moreover, he has missed the best age to start because young people have more plasticity and less restlessness than adults, but these drawbacks do not appear in him.
At this moment, Zheng Wei is holding a traditional Miao knife, which has a total length of five feet, a blade length of three feet and eight inches, and a handle length of one foot and two inches.
It can be held with one hand or both hands.
The original Zheng Wei, who looked honest and approachable, now appeared upright and serious.
There was no intention of being overly familiar, just a nod and a “Hmm”.
Xiahou Wu's eyes lit up. "Officer Zheng has great kung fu."
Zheng Wei stopped wiping his knife and said, "How about we have a competition?"
He had been training with his knife alone for some time and was eager to find a worthy opponent.
Luk Hin-sum greeted his mainland counterpart politely, saying, "Hello, I am Luk Hin-sum from the Hong Kong Serious Crime Unit."
Zheng Wei responded in a flat tone, "Zheng Wei."
Short and direct, if you look carefully at his eyes, you will see that they are as sharp as a blade.
"You are so rude!"
Luxun Xin stopped the officer's speech, while Zheng Wei continued, "I'm just a criminal who let the suspect escape from my hands."
"If you've come to follow the clues of the case, I hope you won't repeat my mistakes,"
he said before putting away his knife and leaving. Single Ying found his behavior very peculiar as she watched his back disappear.
Some bald old men said, "He is a disciple of Old Lu. He only studied with Old Lu for two months, but he has learned most of his skills. If he had started practicing martial arts from a young age, there would probably be no one in the world who could match him!"
Xiahou Wu also looked surprised: "Senior, did you say that Officer Zheng only has two months of basic skills?"
How could that kind of oppressive sharpness be achieved? A blade that has not drawn blood could never achieve such sharpness.
It can be inferred that being a police officer, the other party is unlikely to go around seeking opponents with a knife, and the strong desire for combat just now was definitely not fake.
Like Cui Chong, Zheng Wei can simulate his opponent and engage in combat with a virtual opponent.
The stone-carved old man stopped playing with his Buddhist beads, sighed and said, "Ah, I have never seen anyone with such amazing martial arts talent. This old man is already old and didn't want to take on any more apprentices, but it's such a waste of talent."
Single-eyed wondered, "Officer Zheng used to be quite enthusiastic, but now he has become so serious."
The stone-carved old man replied, "It was because of that mysterious swordsman he used to track. He said he wanted to catch him himself."
Xiahou Wu looked confused and expressed that he had missed a lot. With the help of Dan Ying's explanation, he learned that Yuan Xiangwen, who was also killed by the mysterious swordsman, and even Feibo Hao, had his shadow.
He punched a tree in anger, causing its dry leaves to fall down.
Luxuanxin did not forget the purpose of this trip, although the major case that shook Foshan two years ago was not within her jurisdiction.
She took out the dart from the official document bag and placed it on the round stone table. "Do you know the origin of this?" she asked.
"In ancient times, swallows flew into the common people's homes in front of the Wang and Xie halls. This object is called 'Tang Qian Yan' (Swallow in Front of the Hall). During the Qing Dynasty, martial arts masters from all over the country would compete for the title of Wu Zhuangyuan in Beijing. The losers would each be given an imitation 'Tang Qian Yan' made of silver and lead by the Minister of War."
Xiahou Wu answered, "That's just a consolation prize."
"At that time, the court had another meaning, which was that no matter how high your martial arts skills were, you were just a sparrow under the eaves of the imperial palace."
"Why are you asking this?"
Lù Xuánxīn said, "There was a series of murders in Hong Kong, where the murderer killed several martial artists and left this brand of a swallow in front of their homes. The killer has a limp in one leg."
"I only know this much."
As the group prepared to leave, the balding old man called out to them, "A while ago, someone came to my door to spar with me. I lost with one move, and he left this Tangqian Yan behind. His name sounds like an ancient person named Feng Yuxiu. He has a handicap with one leg shorter than the other, and yet he has managed to train his martial arts to such a level despite his physical limitations."
A few people on this trip have not returned empty-handed, but there is no longer a calmness in Xiahou Wu's eyes as there was when they first arrived. His eyes are now burning with anger.
He now wants to find that mysterious swordsman and personally kill him to avenge his fellow disciples.
……
Zheng Wei changed his already soaked shirt, and through the mirror on his back, a strange tattoo could be seen.
Shaped like a tiger, with the appearance of a lion, it exuded a terrifying presence that didn't require anger to command respect.
Since parting ways with Cui Chong last time, his strong sense of justice made him want to capture the other person on the spot for trial.
However, he deeply realized the inadequacy of his own strength, and in his heart even harbored a thought that he would find absurd in the past - "if the law cannot restrain you, then let me be the one to judge you."

After returning home, he found that he had a new tattoo on his back and, after searching online, learned about its origin.
Bixi is passionate about litigation, not only being upright and justice-loving, speaking out for righteousness and making fair judgments, but also being able to distinguish between right and wrong and adhere to impartiality. It is a spiritual animal mentioned in the Shanhaijing.

Unlike Cuichong, Bixian did not make Zhengwei become violent and bloodthirsty. Instead, he became somewhat rigid and strictly fair in dealing with things.
Even his wife could not stand him and moved out.
His only thought at the moment was to catch Cuichong and bring him to justice.
This thought had taken root in his heart and grown into a towering tree.
It must be said that as a container, he was both fortunate and tragic.
Luckily, our bodies are not inhabited by fierce beasts like Bi Fang and Qiong Qi, which bring only violence and slaughter.
Unfortunately, the gaze of Bixi is fixed only on the justice of the law, causing him to lose his humanity and sense of self.
His progress was rapid, and within just three months, every move and style of the Xin You Sword Technique was filled with killing intent.
His use of the sword was like a continuous stream of attacks, fast and fierce, with the blade following his every move, unstoppable like a bulldozer.
This is the reason why every container far surpasses ordinary people, as their bodies have long been transformed to adapt to their habitat.