Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 183 Wind, hurry!
What is the effect of "Fengxing"?
Yang Qian tried to get out of the police station's dormitory, and passed by five yamen runners and three constables along the way. At the closest moment, he was within ten feet of them, but these eight people "turned a blind eye" to him or "had no time to react."

It was not until Yang Qian stopped at the exit of the back street of the police station that the guard at the door was startled. He instinctively cursed halfway through, "I'm a jerk!", but then he held the curse back after seeing Yang Qian's robe, his face turning blue and purple.

Yang Qian was in a good mood, at least he didn't care about the dirty words the gatekeeper said to him.

The feeling can be summed up in one word: fast!

Two words: extremely fast!

Four words: Ridiculously fast!
Although the previous "Wind-Chasing Step" gave people a sense of agility, it was far inferior to the effects of the immortal sect's light body talismans. It was only in the narrow terrain of Lengquan that Yang Qian could easily kill Zhang Yue. If it was in an open area or forest, Zhang Yue would definitely run away.

Now, the most intuitive feeling that Fengxing gives Yang Qian is the huge improvement in speed.

Ridiculously fast!

If he was jogging before, now Yang Qian felt like he had turned into an arrow shot from a bow, and in a flash he could travel several feet or even dozens of feet. Even if he came head-on, he could be so fast that the person on the other side would not be able to react even if he "saw" him, and thus "didn't notice" him.

Secondly, the second feeling that "Feng Xing" gave Yang Qian was: manipulation.

It stands to reason that such a high-speed movement would inevitably bring about very strong wind pressure. Not only would it cause strong winds wherever it passed, it would definitely make people's eyes squint and their ears ring.

But in reality, this situation did not occur at all.

"Wind Travel" directed all wind pressure and wind sound upwards at an extremely high speed, making Yang Qian almost unaffected by the strange changes in these natural phenomena that should have caused huge impacts.

Both feelings fully reflect the profound use of the will of wind in "Wind Walk".

Now Yang Qian was confident that even if he met a cultivator like Zhang Yue again in an open area, he would not be thrown off by him if he used talismans to bless him. Regardless of whether he would have an advantage in terms of mobility, at least he would not be at a disadvantage.

Quick and silent!

Finally, the consumption of innate true qi by "Wind Walk" is much higher than that of "Wind Chasing Step", but it is not too outrageous. After all, it is still within the scope of conventional martial arts. With Yang Qian's current cultivation level of the cyclone in his Dantian already capable of materialization, it is absolutely no problem to use it at high intensity for more than an hour.

This has brought about huge changes.

There is a saying that goes: Everything can be broken except speed!

Although this statement may not be completely correct, it does make sense in many cases.

At least for Yang Qian now, his swordsmanship, with the rapid and silent coordination of "Wind", can no longer be described by the word "improved", it is not an exaggeration to use the word "qualitative leap".

"What a pity! If I had more experience to max out "Drinking Snow", my sword power would definitely be strengthened, and combined with my body skills, there would definitely be new changes."

In the following days, Yang Qian was gradually exploring the application of "Feng Xing" in his swordsmanship, while at the same time thinking about what changes he needed to make to his current fighting methods.

For example, the simplification of sword techniques is to pursue greater speed and integrate it into speed.

Another example is how to adjust the trajectory of the knife to achieve a blend of extreme speed and trickery.

However, Yang Qian's obsession with spiritual practice these days has made many people think that he is doing nothing.

After all, everyone in the Jizhou government office knew the current state of the Patrol Office. They thought that Yang Qian would start to revive it with great force after he came, but now it was quiet and there was no movement. Some people felt that Yang Qian was more or less in name only. This trend naturally blew to the Patrol Office. Among the six existing people, except Feng Song and Ma Dayuan, the remaining four people felt that Yang Qian was just messing around. They even felt that in terms of directors, Yang Qian was not even as good as the previous Xiao Yun.

Especially Zhao Chen, the old man who was caught by Yang Qian to do odd jobs, had been working so hard these days that his skin was itchy and he felt uncomfortable all over.

He couldn't help it any longer, and when Yang Qian came over, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Sir, I have something to say."

"speak."

"I think it is enough to use one yamen runner to pour tea and water for you, sir. I still hope to contribute some effort to the case. I hope you will allow me."

Zhao Chen has worked in the Patrol Division for more than ten years. He was a senior member when Xiao Yun was there, and now he is the oldest constable in the Patrol Division. He had no choice but to muddle through before, because he just didn't want to go along with the crowd. Now he is really being used as a chore, which makes Zhao Chen very unwilling.

I used to think that Yang Qian was warning him and would transfer him back to his original position in a few days, but now it seems that he has no such plans?

Zhao Chen naturally couldn't sit still anymore.

"Put some effort on the case? Haha, Zhao Chen, tell me what case you are handling? Or what cases you have handled over the years? Just tell me about a case that you handled and completed." Yang Qian took a sip of the tea that Zhao Chen had just brought to the table and asked with a smile.

"Sir, I have handled hundreds of cases over the years, but they were all taken away halfway for various reasons. They were either closed by others or left hanging. I am really ashamed, but I am definitely not a slacker, so I shouldn't be humiliated by you like this, right?"

How could Zhao Chen not hear that Yang Qian was deliberately making fun of him? Thinking of the rumors about Yang Qian recently, he suddenly became angry and thought to himself, aren't you Yang Qian also going to live a lazy life? How dare you come and make fun of me? Of course, Zhao Chen didn't say this out loud.

"Humiliating? I'm just stating the facts. At least asking you to serve tea and water is doing something. It's more useful than going back and pretending all day long, right?" Yang Qian continued to mock Zhao Chen with a smile.

Yang Qian knew very well that Zhao Chen was capable, because when he went to the case library to check the files, he saw his name on many cases in the Patrol Case Division, but it was obviously deliberately weakened.

But this guy is more cowardly than Feng Song and Ma Dayuan. Yang Qian is ready to provoke him. If he can be used, that would be the best. If not, he will wait until he has established himself in the Patrol Case Division before kicking him out. He is relieved that he is currently working as a handyman in his public office. After all, he has survived the previous case and is much more reliable than another handyman from outside.

Zhao Chen was burning with anger. He prided himself on being the best in the Patrol Office, but he was always ostracized. He wanted to punish evildoers but was powerless. He felt aggrieved and frustrated.

But Yang Qian directly regarded his lack of success as waste. This was too cruel and directly trampled his psychological sustenance for many years into garbage.

But just as Zhao Chen was about to speak again, he suddenly felt a terrifying breath pressing down on him, causing his muscles to subconsciously tense up, like a little rabbit being stared at by a ferocious beast. Not to mention opening his mouth to defend himself, his knees even went weak.

"Are you not convinced? Well, didn't you say you didn't want to serve tea and water? Then I'll give you a case, and you tell me whether you dare to take it." Yang Qian curled his lips, and with the momentum of his body, he suppressed the other party's words and was too lazy to listen.

At the same time, he took out a piece of paper from the drawer and threw it to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen was so overwhelmed by Yang Qian's aura that he lost his temper. He nervously took the piece of paper that floated over to him, took a closer look, and his expression changed slightly.

"Sir, do you really want to hand this case over to your subordinates?!"

"Do you dare to accept it? If not, forget about your ability. You are only good enough to serve me tea and water."

Zhao Chen lowered his head again, looking at the words on the piece of paper in his hand, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

The piece of paper read: Fire in the evidence building of Jizhou Prefecture Police Station.

(End of this chapter)