Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

The clouds are low at dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind!

The clouds are low, the wind is strong, the snow is flying, and in the vast wilderness, an ox cart is moving slowly forward. Although it is slow, it is steady.

Oxcarts are convenient and are the first choice for ordinary people to travel long distances, but it is rare to see them traveling in wind and snow.

"Sir, it's almost noon. There is a restaurant three miles ahead. Why don't you go there and have some hot food to warm your stomach, and get a pot of old wine to keep warm on the road." The driver was an old man who knew all the restaurants and tea stalls on this road clearly.

"Alright!"

Inside the carriage, a soft voice reached the driver's ears, but was instantly drowned out by the wind and snow.

After getting the answer, the driver cracked the whip and excitedly drove the ox cart westward. It was freezing cold and he was already shivering all over. If the scholar hadn't had an urgent matter at home and offered double the commission, he would not have accepted this miserable job.

Twenty miles west of Longxing City, there is a restaurant and tea stall where travelers can rest during their journey. The restaurant is simple, but the venue is quite large, with stables and cowshed in the yard where livestock can be raised.

The ox cart slowly drove into the restaurant yard. When the cart stopped, a little old man came out of the store, untied the ox and led it into the cowshed.

The coachman told the old man to feed the cow more grass and warm water, then helped the thin old scholar get off the carriage and walked quickly into the living room.

"Boss, bring me two bowls of hot soup to warm you up!" the driver shouted, then turned to the old scholar and asked, "Sir, what would you like to eat as a staple food?"

The old scholar did not answer, but looked around the restaurant's living room.

In such weather, few people go out, the living room is deserted, the charcoal basin on the ground is almost burned out, and the shop owner is too lazy to refuel.

There was only one table of five guests in the hall. They seemed to be people from the martial arts world. They all carried weapons, and each of them was full of energy and blood, full of spirit. They were either first-rate or second-rate. Only the person sitting with his back to the living room was a teenager with broad shoulders, thin waist, short body and long legs.

Seeing this, the old scholar's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, no need to serve hot soup, buy me two pots of old wine, and pack three pounds of braised meat and two roast chickens, I want to take it away!"

"okay!"

The shopkeeper responded and started to work.

The driver had a bitter face when he heard this, "Sir, didn't we agree to eat here before continuing on our journey? In this icy and snowy weather, the cows need a rest too."

The old scholar shook his head and whispered to comfort him: "I have an emergency at home and cannot delay. Master, please bear with me. When we get to the place, I will double the fee for you!"

"Mr. Liu is so generous!"

Before the driver could speak, a light snort was heard from the living room.

The old scholar was startled and quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

The voice came from the only table of guests in the living room. The boy with his back to the old scholar turned around and sneered, "Mr. Liu, are you in such a hurry to go? Are you going to attend a funeral?"

The young boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with narrow eyes, thin lips and a feminine complexion. He looked at the old scholar with a cold face.

The old scholar took two steps back when he saw who was coming. Then he pretended to be calm and said, "Young man, you have recognized the wrong person. My last name is not Liu!"

"Haha, Liu Qin, your disguise is indeed good, and the deliberate deception you set up when leaving the city is also cunning," the young man slowly stood up and praised the old scholar, but suddenly changed his expression and said fiercely, "But have you forgotten that my Beggars' Sect disciples are spread all over the world and have many eyes and ears? How dare you play such a trick in front of me?"

“Uh…” The old scholar’s ​​face froze, and he rubbed his face for a while before taking off his disguise to reveal his true face. He was Liu Qin, who had swindled 240,000 taels of silver from the winery.

He lowered his eyebrows and smiled bitterly, "Mr. Li is a young genius, so I can't hide it from you. All the things I did before were just to guard against Qiao Rui who was desperate!"

"That's the best!" Master Li looked at Liu Qin deeply, with a sinister look on his face, "Mr. Liu, you took a huge sum of money and didn't go south to Lianhua Town to join us, but went west instead. If you don't know, you would think you were going to join Shushan!"

"I dare not, I dare not!" Liu Qin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking humble.

"Humph!" Master Li was too lazy to talk nonsense with Liu Qin anymore. He stretched out his hand and hooked his four fingers together, "Give it to me!"

Liu Qin was stunned when he heard this, but he reacted instantly and understood what Master Li wanted. His face was full of pain, but he did not dare to hesitate. He took out a large stack of things from his arms, which was the 240,000 taels of silver notes that he had swindled from the winery.

When Master Li saw the banknotes, greed flashed across his eyes. Two hundred and forty thousand taels of silver was enough for him and his father to live a carefree life for the rest of their lives.

But, after all, it is not his, so he still has to hand it over. He is not like Liu Qin who is blinded by greed. The Beggar Gang punishes traitors cruelly.

Master Li went to get the banknotes while his mind was racing.

Just at this moment, a black light came at an extremely fast speed, accompanied by a sharp whistle.

"Hidden weapons? Enemy attack!"

Master Li reacted instantly. His hand that was reaching for the banknote trembled slightly. He grabbed Liu Qin's wrist and pulled it back with force, pushing Liu Qin in front of him.

"Boom!"

There was a slight explosion, and black light hit Liu Qin, bursting out a cloud of light smoke and quickly dissipating.

Master Li only smelled a hint of it, then his face changed drastically. He quickly held his breath, stepped back several steps, and then shouted, "The smoke is poisonous."

In an instant, something strange happened. Fortunately, Master Li reacted quickly and escaped from the smoke. Even so, he still felt a little dizzy and had difficulty breathing.

The others were not so lucky. Liu Qin had already fallen limply to the ground, his life or death unknown. The other three also staggered with weak steps, and only held on for a few breaths before they fell to the ground one by one and fainted.

"Who? Come out! How can you be considered a hero if you shoot someone in the back?"

Master Li was on guard carefully, but he was still shouting loudly. He was just shooting geese all day long and only to be pecked by them. It was always Master Li who schemed against others, and now he almost capsized in the ditch. How could he not be angry?

"Hey, you, the Beggars' Sect, are plotting against my master's wealth behind his back, and you still have the nerve to say that you're attacking someone from behind?"

Outside the door, there was a sneer, and then a figure slowly approached.

"Who are you? Why are you plotting against us?" Master Li frowned as he looked at the young man who came in. He seemed to be about the same age as himself, and was dressed in a neat and clean white brocade robe. He did not look like an ordinary martial artist.

"My young master Huang Jingxuan is the first disciple of the world-famous hero Qiao Ruiqiao who is skilled in the 'Dragon Subduing Palm'!" the young man said with a proud smile.

"Huang Jingxuan? Qiao Rui's first disciple?" Master Li repeated softly, then stepped forward and stared at Huang Jingxuan with a sharp and vicious look.

Huang Jingxuan met Master Li's fierce gaze, but he didn't care. He smiled nonchalantly and said, "Do you understand now? Tell me, who are you? What is your status in the Beggars' Sect?"

"Listen carefully, my name is Li Feng, and I am from the Beggars' Sect with five bags..."

Before he could finish his words, Mr. Li, who called himself Li Feng, suddenly jumped up and kicked Huang Jingxuan straight in the heart.

This kick contained 90% of Li Feng's strength. The swift and fierce movement caused the air to swirl, and it was extremely ferocious.

"Despicable!" Although Huang Jingxuan was on guard, he had no idea that this person was so insidious and actually attacked him while he was speaking.

There was no time for him to criticize the man's behavior in his heart. Huang Jingxuan quickly used his internal energy and crossed his hands to block his chest.

"Oh!"

A huge force passed through his arms and reached his whole body. Huang Jingxuan trembled and took a few steps back to relieve the force. At the same time, he drew out the Cloud Patterned Moon-Cut Blade with his backhand.

In his first actual combat, he suffered a loss. How could the arrogant Huang Jingxuan bear this?

"Thieves, please die!"

Huang Jingxuan shook his sword and was ready to fight to the death, but just when he took two steps forward, he suddenly felt a strange force running through his arms, and his hands were instantly out of control. His palms loosened, and the Cloud Pattern Moon-Slashing Sword that was shining with a cold light fell to the ground with a "clang" sound.

"Humph, you think you can fight me?"

Li Feng walked over slowly with a grim smile...