Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

"You're quite courageous. You didn't even pee yourself with fright!" Qiao Rui stepped onto the main peak of Shushan Mountain, put Huang Jingxuan down and joked.

"Master...Master, did you just fly here?" Huang Jingxuan asked tremblingly.

"What do you think?" Qiao Rui laughed secretly. Just now he was wondering why Huang Jingxuan didn't have any big reaction when he was carried in the air across the cliff by him. It turned out that he was scared silly.

The master and the disciple chatted and laughed as they followed the crowd in front of them towards the celebration venue. After turning left and right along the way, they suddenly saw the light.

A huge open platform in front is the Wanjian Guizong Square. There are many stone sculptures standing around the square. The stone sculptures have different shapes, but they all hold swords, as if they are performing martial arts.

In the central area of ​​the square, there are many chairs placed in the horizontal and vertical directions, forming a circle with three seats surrounded by it and one missing. These many chairs must be the locations of those famous sects.

The independent cultivators who came down from the Tongtian Terrace could only stand in the empty seats at the very bottom. The leaders of the major sects took their seats one after another, and the third and fourth generation disciples who came to broaden their horizons stood behind and beside them.

Looking at the end of the square, there is a huge building complex built on the mountain, towering tall. In the middle is a majestic hall. It is the Sword Master Hall, the most important place in Shushan.

It was just the end of the noon hour, the morning sun was at its brightest, and the sunlight shone on the hall, making it look magnificent and dazzling, just like a palace in heaven.

Qiao Rui brought Huang Jingxuan to where the wandering cultivators gathered, looked around, squeezed to the left, and stopped not far from Bao Da Ting.

Sure enough, this guy was showing off his knowledge again. "The old woman with white hair and youthful face sitting in the middle of the upper seat is the protagonist of this event, the famous Sword Master of Shushan Sword Sect who has dominated the martial arts world for decades - Dugu Nian!"

When Qiao Rui heard this, he looked up. The old woman had her eyes half closed and a stern expression on her face, which showed a coldness that kept strangers away, making people feel frightened and afraid of her like a tiger.

I only heard Bao Da Ting continue to say, "The four people on each side of Master Dugu are the eight famous Shushan Peak Masters in the martial arts world. They are the Peak Masters of Forging Swords, Refining Swords, Quenching Swords, Opening Swords, Sharpening Swords, Raising Swords, Hiding Swords, and Burying Swords. Each Peak Master is a top-notch expert beyond the first-class!"

"The people sitting on the left and right sides are respectively the head of Shaolin Prajna Hall, Master Wuwang, the abbot of Qingxu Temple on Baiyun Peak of Wudang, and Jia Renyi, the eight-bag elder of the Beggars' Sect. The three super sects are all elders with weight in their sects, which can be regarded as giving enough face to Shushan!"

"Look at the other second-tier big sects and families. They are all the leaders who came in person, which shows how powerful Shushan is. Look at the middle-aged couple over there. They are the blue-robed master Feng Wuya, the red-and-blue hero couple of Huashan Sect, and his wife, the red-dressed heroine Leng Wanqiu. There are also the Kunlun Sect's leader Qing Yunzi, the Kongtong Sect's leader Zuo Xinghai, and the Dian Cang Sect's leader Luan Bingying. Next up is the Tang Sect's leader..."

While the gossiper was still chattering on and on, Qiao Rui's attention was on Jia Renyi, the Eight-Bag Elder of the Beggars' Sect. Was this the master of Hou Zijian and Tian Shiguang?

His two disciples were killed in my hands one after another. If they see me, I'm afraid they won't let it go, right?

Moreover, it was this name that Yi Zhi Hong Xing shouted out with hatred when she was dying. This guy repays kindness with enmity. Others saved him but he kidnapped the other person's wife. He is a truly sinister villain.

I have to be on guard against him. If I want to save Tian Jing later, I have to find a way to get rid of the hidden danger of the Beggars' Gang first. Otherwise, if the Beggars' Gang comes out to cause trouble at the critical moment, it will be very bad.

Qiao Rui was secretly calculating while observing the leaders of the major sects. Most of them were over fifty years old, but they were full of energy and restrained. They were all masters who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time. The youngest among them was the couple from Huashan Sect, who were about forty years old...

Seeing this, Qiao Rui suddenly thought that he suspected Liu Xinyue had gone to Huashan, and had always wanted to go to the Huashan Sect to verify it. Now that the sect leader was here, he would find a chance to ask him later.

Well, there is also news about my wife Jiang Xueyun. Now that all the powerful sects in the martial arts world have gathered here, I have to find out some information. However, I am afraid that they will ignore me. My little reputation is probably not enough in the eyes of these people. I still have to find a way to show my face first...

Qiao Rui was daydreaming about something when he suddenly heard a bell ringing, echoing slowly and resounding across the mountains. It was the 9th hour and the ceremony officially began.

At this time, an old man at the Shushan seat at the top stood up. He was Meng Cunyi, the master of Yangjian Peak.

This man was dressed like a scholar. He took a few steps forward and started with a long, flowery opening speech. Everyone was confused and drowsy, but no one made a noise. Finally, they heard him say, "The ceremony is officially starting. Where is Zhao Lingying?"

When Qiao Rui heard the name, he became excited. Could it be her?

Looking up, I saw a woman in yellow slowly walking into the center of the venue. The woman had a petite figure, delicate features, and particularly clear and lively eyes. There was a sense of heroic spirit in her movements. It was Zhao Lingying, who had drunk at the same table with Qiao Rui in Daye Prefecture.

Zhao Lingying stopped in the middle of the field and knelt on the ground.

"Zhao Lingying, are you willing to join my Shushan?" Meng Cunyi changed his initial lukewarm image, his face was full of dignity and solemnity, his words were like thunder, and he spoke every word.

"Disciple is willing!" Zhao Lingying answered simply, her voice clear and crisp.

"Shushan is the leader of the righteous path. Shushan disciples should be chivalrous and punish evil and eliminate evil, and take it as their responsibility to support the righteous path of the martial arts world. Can you do it?"

"Disciple can do it!"

"My Shushan sect rules three absolutes and seven prohibitions, can you abide by them?"

"Disciples can obey!"

"My Shushan Sect Leader wants to accept you as his last disciple. Are you willing?"

"Disciple is willing!"

"Okay, I'll pay my respects to you, and I'll serve you tea!"

The heroes in Wanjian Guizong Square held their breath and silence, only the questions and answers between Meng Cunyi and Zhao Lingying echoed throughout the venue.

Zhao Lingying stood up, walked forward to the Shushan Sect Leader, knelt down, performed a profound kowtow, and then brought tea from the attendant disciple to offer to Dugu Nian.

Dugu Nian took the tea, took a sip symbolically, and said with a smile: "You have joined my sword master lineage, and you are also my last disciple. In the future, you should be self-disciplined, be prudent and brave, and be a role model for the disciples of Shushan!"

"Yes, I will definitely live up to Master's expectations!" Zhao Lingying responded firmly.

Dugu Nian nodded with satisfaction and glanced at Meng Cunyi who was presiding over the ceremony.

Meng Cunyi understood and said in a loud voice: "Today, there is a disciple from Shushan named Zhao Lingying, who is a man of great talent, intelligent and studious, and extremely intelligent. I will teach him the Flowing Cloud Blue Frost Sword!"

"what!"

There was a slight commotion in the field, and Bao Da Ting couldn't help but take a deep breath, "I can actually be awarded the Flowing Cloud Blue Frost Sword!"

"What happened to the Liuyun Qingshuang Sword?" Brother Zhou, who was standing next to Bao Da Ting, didn't know why he reacted so strongly, and asked in a low voice.

"It is said that this Liuyun Qingshuang Sword is a rare and precious sword. Among the Shushan disciples, only the first-rate ones can be taught it. In other words, this girl is already a first-rate expert at such a young age!"

"You should know that among the third generation disciples of the sect, there are very few first-rate masters. They are all the core martial arts elites of the sect. No wonder Sect Master Dugu accepted her as his last disciple. She has become a first-rate master at such a young age, which shows how talented she is!"

Bao Da Ting explained in a low voice, with an enviable look on his face, then shook his head and sighed, "Big sects are good at this, and all of their disciples are outstanding. They are not comparable to small sects. In the long run, the strong will always be strong, and the weak will only get weaker!"

"The ceremony is over!"

Zhao Lingying stood up and bowed to Dugu Nian, then turned around, made a circle of bows to all the major sects and heroes, and then slowly left.