Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

After Chu Tianfeng left, Yan Kuan continued to help Qiao Rui pack his luggage. Thinking of Chu Tianfeng saying that Ma Wencai would come back to the Fourth Courtyard later, he said, "Why don't you go down the mountain now, so as to avoid the embarrassment of meeting Ma Wencai later and causing unnecessary trouble."

"Hey, you make me sound like I'm afraid of him." Qiao Rui sneered and said nonchalantly, "If the enemy comes, we will stop him. If the water comes, we will block it. Whatever he wants, I will take care of it. Why should I care about him?"

"Right."

Yan Kuan responded. He was kind and easy-going by nature. Since Qiao Rui didn't take it seriously, he cared even less. Seeing that Qiao Rui was going to go down the mountain to look for medicine at the Medicine King Palace early tomorrow morning, he felt a little reluctant as he had one less person to learn from.

The remaining time couldn't be wasted. Yan Kuan rolled his eyes, and the next moment he looked at Qiao Rui with burning eyes, and said with a smile: "Have you practiced the new martial arts you learned to perfection? You won't have a sparring partner after you go down the mountain. Do you want me to practice with you now? It's free!"

Seeing Yan Kuan rubbing his hands in anticipation, Qiao Rui found it hilarious. This sparring enthusiast really never let go of any opportunity. Thinking this in his mind, Qiao Rui quickly walked out of the room, turned around, stretched out his index finger to Yan Kuan, and then hooked it, "Come on!"

Yan Kuan was overjoyed when he heard this. He threw the clothes he had packed for Qiao Rui onto the bed and jumped out of the house.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of fighting at the door of the Zen room, as well as the laughter of two old boys.

This fight lasted until dark, and Yan Kuan was very satisfied. He sweated profusely and said it was very exciting. Then the two of them walked towards the dining hall arm in arm.

In a hidden corner of the Zen room area, a pair of resentful eyes stared at the backs of the two people. After the two went away, a sturdy figure walked out from the darkness. He looked around and saw that there was no one, so he sneaked into the single Zen room of Yan Kuan and Qiao Rui.

The room was dim and gloomy, and the twilight was falling. The man was acting furtively as if he was searching for something. He tiptoed to the bedside and saw the luggage packages that had not been packed on the bed. He smiled sinisterly, took out an old yellow book from his arms and stuffed it into his clothes.

Suddenly, his hands shrank as if he had touched something, and he quickly opened the clothes in the package. The faint afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, reflected on several silver bills.

The man picked up the banknote and looked at it casually, then curled his lips and said, "Humph, he's quite rich. No wonder he spends so much money in Luoyang City!"

Having said that, he put the banknotes back to their original place and looked at an oil-paper package underneath the banknotes. The small rectangular oil-paper package was folded neatly, and it was obvious that the things inside were quite valuable.

He carefully opened the oil paper package, revealing a thin booklet inside. He picked it up and opened it, and saw that it only had ten pages, with strange human body movements drawn on the front and some text descriptions.

"Shaolin martial arts emphasizes the foundation first. To strengthen the foundation, you must first train the periosteum, blood, flesh and meridians..."

Seeing this, the man's eyes lit up. After a moment, a ferocious smile appeared on his face. "God is really helping me, Qiao Rui. Let's see whether you live or not this time!"

He quickly put the banknotes and the book back to their original places, and took out the book he brought with him. Suddenly, he tore the book into pieces with a few rustling sounds, leaving only a page the size of half a palm, which he casually threw in the corner of Qiao Rui's bed. After checking that nothing was left out, he left with satisfaction, hid somewhere to deal with the remaining pieces of paper, and then went straight to the dining hall.

The dining hall was brightly lit at this time. It was the peak time for lunch. Qiao Rui and Yan Kuan sat together, eating and chatting. Chu Tianfeng was still sitting alone by the window, undisturbed by anyone.

The fellow disciples who were gathered at a table in twos and threes were eating with their heads down, occasionally talking in low voices. They were greatly disappointed by Chu Tianfeng's cold reaction. They had thought there would be a storm, but unexpectedly it was calm.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Chu? Didn't he say that he would stand up for Ma Wencai as soon as he came back? Why hasn't he reacted at all yet?" Someone looked at the calm Chu Tianfeng and asked his deskmate in a puzzled voice.

"Who knows? Maybe they are investigating. Senior Brother Chu has always been a steady and upright person. He just returned to the mountain and doesn't understand the situation. We can't just listen to Ma Wencai's one-sided story." The classmate also whispered.

"I heard that Ma Wencai's punishment period has expired and he will return to the Fourth Courtyard today. He is a vengeful person. Previously, he was beaten by Qiao Rui and was punished to guard the mountain gate, which made him lose face. This time when he comes back, even if Senior Brother Chu is unmoved, he will definitely make trouble. Then it will be fun to watch." Someone else whispered, looking like he was waiting to watch a show.

"That's not necessarily true. Qiao Rui is not someone you can easily mess with. He has a great reputation in the martial arts world. When he was still in the third courtyard, Ma Wencai was no match for him. Now that Qiao Rui has experienced the baptism of the Sun and Moon Rings, he has also broken the Shaolin century-old record at the fastest speed. I believe his internal strength has improved. I'm afraid he can really compete with Senior Brother Chu. It is still unknown who is the number one Shaolin lay disciple. How can someone like Ma Wencai easily move him?" Someone objected softly.

"But Qiao Rui is weak after all. Without a master to support him, he is like a rootless duckweed. On the other hand, Ma Wencai is a disciple of Uncle Wu Se, and he has the Discipline Academy behind him. How can Qiao Rui stop him?" Someone else shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, the real boss is here!" Just as everyone was whispering, someone whispered a reminder, and the dining hall instantly became quiet, and everyone looked towards the door of the dining hall.

A sturdy man walked slowly into the dining hall. He had thick eyebrows, curly beard, square face and wide mouth. He looked rough and bold, but his eyes were narrow and small, showing a bit of fierceness and viciousness. It was Ma Wencai.

Ma Wencai walked in expressionlessly. He looked around and took in everyone's expressions. He knew that these people were waiting to see him make a scene, and he couldn't help but get angry in his heart, "Sooner or later, I'll teach you a lesson!"

After taking two more steps, he suddenly saw Qiao Rui sitting with Yan Kuan. His eyes fixed and seemed to spit fire. Then murderous intent filled his eyes, and tremendous hatred burst out. Qiao Rui, I want you to live a life worse than death!

Qiao Rui seemed to have sensed something, and when he looked up, he saw Ma Wencai glaring at him fiercely, like a ferocious lone wolf staring at its prey, ready to devour it. He couldn't help but frown slightly, then snorted coldly, his eyes instantly became sharp, his aura continued to rise, and he turned into a tiger and rushed straight towards Ma Wencai.

The two people's eyes met in the air, a silent confrontation.

The invisible pressure slowly spread out, and the people around dared not even breathe. At one point, you could hear a pin drop.

Ma Wencai's body was trembling slightly, his hands were clenched tightly together, his knuckles were pinched white, his face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and he was about to give up.

"Wencai, have you eaten?" At this moment, a tall figure appeared in front of Ma Wencai, blocking his sight and also blocking the invisible power from Qiao Rui.