Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

In Longxing City, in Qinglian Pavilion, the Grand Commander of the Qingtian Guard asked Uncle Fu if there were any major events happening in the martial arts world recently.

Uncle Fu said softly, "Everything is fine, there is no trouble."

"Is there anything interesting?" The Grand Commander changed his posture and lay on his side on the couch. With a hint of laziness in his tranquility, he reached out and picked up another green plum and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

Uncle Fu frowned even deeper. The lush green plums made his stomach feel sour. He swallowed and thought hard about some recent events in the martial arts world, trying to see which one could make his young master happy.

"The eight heroes of Hejian were robbed by their gangsters, and were stripped naked and tied to trees."

After saying this, he secretly glanced at the young master, and seeing that he did not comment, Uncle Fu hurriedly racked his brains to search his memory for the most recent interesting stories in the martial arts world.

"The Three Owls of Qinghai betrayed their master and ancestors. They attacked and killed their master for a secret manual. Then they divided the loot unevenly and killed each other. In the end, they all died."

"The evil nun of the South Sea..."

"How are the two people I recruited personally?" The commander-in-chief waved his sleeves and interrupted Uncle Fu impatiently.

Uncle Fu was slightly startled, then he realized who the young master was asking about, and quickly said, "Liu Xinyue is not the focus of attention. We only know that she was last seen in Shaanxi. As for Qiao Rui, he entered Shaolin after the Oiran Contest and has never left the mountain."

“Never left the mountain? He really treats Shaolin as his home. He has found a new backer and has even forgotten his identity as a Sky Guard.” The Grand Commander muttered to himself, with a bit of anger in his laziness, and his delicate and fair face flushed slightly.

"No way, I think this person is loyal and righteous, not the kind of person who forgets..." Uncle Fu was interrupted by the Grand Commander again before he could finish his words.

"It seems like we need to find him something to do. Don't think that everything will be fine as long as he hides in Shaolin." He gently spat out a fruit core, and with a clang, he knocked over the gilded tray containing the fruit core, and the fruit cores scattered all over the ground.

"What are Zhuo Yifei and the others doing?" the Grand Commander asked again.

Uncle Fu had already gotten used to the Grand Commander's recent capriciousness and eccentric thinking. He picked up the tray and placed it where the young master could easily spit out the fruit cores. He smiled and said, "The Four Heavenly Kings were ordered to kill Qiao Rui, but they took the money and did nothing. They played a trick on the Beggars' Sect and are being hunted down by the Beggars' Sect masters. I heard they suffered some losses and are currently in the Zhongnan Mountains."

"I seem to remember that they killed corrupt officials in Henan before?" The Grand Commander said uncertainly. He rubbed his temples, his memory seemed to be a little worse.

"Yes, he killed a few people." said Uncle Fu.

"Then let the Henan government arrest them." The Grand Commander smiled faintly.

"Well, even the masters of the Beggars' Sect can't do anything to them, so I'm afraid the government detectives can't do it either?" Uncle Fu was speechless. He felt that the young master's decision was inexplicable.

"If you can't catch him, won't you ask for help from Shaolin? Shaolin is full of talented people, and they should also do something for local security." The commander-in-chief bared his teeth in a childish way, like a little devil.

Zhuo Yifei, Shaolin...Shaolin, Qiao Rui?

Uncle Fu suddenly had an idea and realized that the young master had gone through so much trouble to figure out that the focus was Qiao Rui. He didn't know what this guy had done to make the young master so obsessed with him.

Uncle Fu figured this out, but he had a new doubt, "How can you be sure that Shaolin will send Qiao Rui to arrest Zhuo Yifei?"

“Shaolin would have thought of recruiting a master like Zhuo Yifei. These people were previously active in the east, and Shaolin thought they were members of the Beggars' Sect, so it had never intervened. But this time the Four Heavenly Kings have a falling out with the Beggars' Sect, and if you let the secret agents spread the news that Qiao Rui and Zhuo Yifei admire each other, Shaolin will definitely take action.” The Grand Admiral said lightly, his beautiful phoenix eyes piercing with a terrifying light, as if the decisive and wise Grand Admiral had returned again.

"Okay!" Uncle Fu nodded in agreement, and then asked, "What if Zhuo Yifei is really recruited into Shaolin by Qiao Rui? Wouldn't that backfire and give Shaolin a huge boost for nothing?"

"No," the Grand Commander said firmly, with an air of arrogance and wisdom. "Zhuo Yifei is a rebellious man who disregards the law and doesn't follow the rules. He is unwilling to be employed by the Beggars' Sect and has rejected the generous conditions offered by the Sky Guards. He will even look down on the Shaolin Temple, which has many rules."

Shaolin still has to give face to the government. If it fails to recruit Zhuo Yifei, Shaolin will definitely capture them and hand them over to the government. The Grand Commander seemed to see Qiao Rui in a dilemma. On one side is the friendship, and on the other side is the affection for his master. It depends on how you choose. I believe your expression at that time will be very exciting and interesting.

The Grand Commander thought proudly, and suddenly burst out laughing. After a moment, he curled his lips and was secretly angry, "A dignified Golden Seal Sky Guard is actually involved with a prostitute, and even pretends to be a master and holds an Oiran in his arms. Let me see how I can deal with you!"

Uncle Fu was standing by and watching the young master's moody face, sometimes smiling and sometimes angry, and he felt sincerely gratified. Compared to his previous wisdom, decisiveness and domineering appearance, he hoped that the young master would be more capricious, loving anger, laughter and mischief like he is now. This was his true self. The young master had taken on too much and lived a too tiring life in the past.

……

Shaolin, four courtyards.

Qiao Rui was practicing Yan Kuan's new whip technique when Master Wuwang sent someone to call him over.

There were two old monks sitting in the room. One was Master Wuwang, the head monk of the Prajna Hall. The other one was someone Qiao Rui had never seen before. The old monk was tall and strong, with a ruddy face and bright eyes. Only his long white eyebrows revealed his age a little.

“Qiao Rui, come here.” Wu Wang saw Qiao Rui coming in and waved at him, then pointed at the burly old monk next to him and introduced him: “This is the head of our sect, the abbot of Shaolin, Brother Wuxiang!”

The head abbot of the Shaolin sect? Qiao Rui was surprised and hurried over to greet him, "Prajna Hall disciple Qiao Rui, greetings to the abbot!"

"No need to be polite, take a seat, little brother!" Abbot Wuxiang pointed at the cushion on the ground and said lightly. Although he lowered his voice, it was still sonorous and loud.

Junior brother?

Qiao Rui was stunned for a moment. He looked at Wuxiang and then at Wuwang. Didn’t the old monk Dingyi say that few people knew his identity? How come he seemed to know every high monk of the Wu generation he met?

Wu Xiang saw Qiao Rui's puzzled expression, and he forced a smile on his solemn face, "I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and I have been in charge of Shaolin for many years. How could you hide it from me if you decided that your uncle would live in seclusion in the back mountain?"

"Oh, oh, hello, senior brother!" Qiao Rui was relieved. He bowed to Wuxiang again and then sat down calmly.

Wu Wang saw Qiao Rui sitting down, raised his hand and pointed at the low table and said, "I've brought you the secret book you exchanged for."

Qiao Rui was delighted when he heard this. He looked towards the low table and saw three yellowed old books on it, faintly emitting the scent of ink.

Hmm? Three secret books?