Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Du Long asked Lu Yanqing to spread rumors when Qiao Rui took over Yulong Courtyard, saying that Yulong Courtyard had the martial arts essentials of the late Emperor Gengshi, in order to stir up disputes and frame Qiao Rui.

But Murong Hanyan, the goddess of Tianshan Holy Mother Palace, became furious when she heard this.

"I don't care if you want to help your inner disciple to avenge his revenge, but you just turned around and changed the plan we just made. Do you look down on our Holy Mother Palace?"

"You are too kind, Goddess!"

Seeing that Murong Hanyan spoke in a stern voice and did not give him any face at all, Du Long's face instantly turned unhappy. He waved his hand and signaled Lu Yanqing to leave.

Then he smiled wryly and said, "It's just a small change, why does Miss Murong react so strongly?"

"Hmph, we agreed that my Holy Mother Palace would provide Gu Hongwu's martial arts fragments to gather all the elites of the Central Plains martial arts world in Tianshan, and then capture them all in one swoop. Why did you suddenly change your plan? What is your intention?" Murong Hanyan said angrily.

"What could I possibly have?" Du Long sneered. "Gu Hongwu only stayed in Tianshan for three years, but he lived in Yulong Valley for more than ten years. It's more reliable that his martial arts essence came from Yulong Valley."

"But what if there is no martial arts essentials in Yulong Valley?" Murong Hanyan said coldly.

"It has to be there even if it doesn't exist. As long as people in the world think it exists, then it must exist." Du Long's eyes were full of coldness, like a poisonous snake eyeing its prey. "If Qiao Rui can't produce the martial arts essence of the late emperor, he will have no choice but to die."

"As soon as he dies, someone will show up in Tianshan with the so-called relics of the previous emperor. Then the plan will return to the original track and everyone will get what they need."

"No!" Murong Hanyan's eyes flickered and her tone was firm.

"Huh?" Du Long looked at Murong Hanyan in surprise, somewhat surprised by this woman's attitude.

"Miss Murong is so resolute, is she worried about Qiao Rui? I heard that this boy has a lot of romantic relationships, and many women have become entangled with him without knowing it. Could it be that Miss Murong is also..."

Before Du Long finished speaking, he revealed a smile that could only be understood but not expressed in words.

"How dare you!" Seeing this, Murong Hanyan's eyebrows were raised and her eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Master Du, a famous martial arts master, is actually so shallow and frivolous. Our two factions should be extremely cautious in seeking to conquer the world. Now that we have made a plan, we must not create unnecessary complications, otherwise we will be doomed if we are not careful!"

"Haha, I'm sorry for being rude!" Du Long smiled awkwardly, but he was furious in his heart. If it weren't for the old witch's face, how could I, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, accept the scolding from a little girl like you?

He rolled his eyes and said seriously, "But after thinking about it, I think it's more appropriate for the late emperor's treasure to be circulated through the Imperial Dragon Courtyard!"

This old fox was determined to take the opportunity to get rid of Qiao Rui first to avenge his personal grudge. Murong Hanyan had no position, and had no good way to stop him. She could only say angrily: "You'd better take care of yourself. If you make a big mistake, it will be difficult to explain to the Holy Mother!"

"Oh, of course not!" Du Long gave a hypocritical smile and raised his hand, "Please!"

It’s time to send the guests away. Murong Hanyan snorted coldly and left angrily with her maid.

"Boss, the goddess' attitude towards Qiao Rui seems a little unusual..."

Behind Du Long, the guardian elder waited until Murong Hanyan walked away before giving him a reminder.

"It's okay!" Du Long waved his hand, "Ask the disciples along the way to keep a close eye on her. As long as she doesn't go to Longxing City to ruin my plans, I'll leave her alone."

After saying this, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of heroism, without any trace of the frustration he had felt before being suppressed by Murong Hanyan.

A breeze blew, ruffling Du Long's robe. The southeast monsoon of early spring blew over Taihu Lake, rippling the spring water, and headed straight for Longxing City from east to west.

On the official road to the north of Longxing City, about seventy or eighty miles away from the city, there was a post station for traveling merchants to rest. Later, Emperor Gengshi built the Yulong Villa at Nielongtan. Only ten miles away, many teahouses, wine shops, inns and hotels appeared here, gradually forming the current market town.

The market town was bustling and lively, especially in recent days when many rogue martial artists had gathered here. In the taverns and teahouses, groups of rogue heroes were whispering to each other, and from time to time they looked around cautiously, being very careful.

But in the process of speaking, it is inevitable that some people cannot control their voices and occasionally a few words slip out.

Yulong Valley…Yulong Courtyard…Qiao Rui…Emperor Gengshi…The Essentials of Martial Arts…Secret Records of Training…

The wind continues to blow, gradually gaining momentum, and then sweeping across the world!

In the southwest of Daxia, there is the vast Shu Mountain, where eight peaks dominate the world of martial arts.

There is also a main peak, Zhijian Peak, which stands for the leader of swordsmanship in the world. In the middle is the Wanjian Guizong Square. At the deepest part of the square is the Sword Master Hall, where the head sword master Dugu Nian is discussing matters with his fellow peak masters.

"Sister, it's widely rumored that Qiao Rui took over the Imperial Dragon Courtyard and got the martial arts essence of the late emperor for nothing. Upon hearing the news, all the martial artists gathered in Longxing City, hoping that Qiao Rui would hand over the late emperor's treasures for the world to share!"

The Shushan Foreign Affairs Elder, Yangjian Peak Master Meng Cunyi reported.

"Is there any movement from Qiao Rui?" Sword Master Dugu Nian's face was calm and his tone was flat, without any emotion.

"Qiao Rui hasn't come out to explain yet. Although those heroes are very excited, they don't dare to go to Yulong Valley to cause trouble. They just collude in secret."

"There is no smoke without fire!" Dugu Nian replied calmly, his calm eyes sweeping across the audience, "Among all the junior brothers, please go down the mountain. If you have any treasures left by the late emperor, you may as well bring them to Mount Shu to avoid endless disputes in the martial arts world. If you don't have any, you can also bear witness to keep the martial arts world peaceful and avoid unnecessary troubles!"

Shushan is one of the four great sects in the world. So Shushan should take the lead in handling such a major event in the martial arts world.

The peak masters looked at each other. Lianjian Peak Master Tie Zhan and Mojian Peak Master Shentu Jialan nodded slightly. They stood up at the same time and said, "Senior Sister, my husband and I haven't come down the mountain for a long time. This time we are willing to accompany you and share your worries!"

"Okay! You two should take more disciples with you. Sword Sect disciples should not just keep raising and hiding their swords. Going out to the martial arts world to hone your sword skills is the right thing to do."

"Yes, I will follow the orders of the Sect Master and the Sword Master!"

The wind continued to blow, moving the clouds and making them unpredictable.

The majestic Taiyue Mountain is filled with fairy air!

Wudang, also known as Taihe Mountain and Taiyue, is known as "the unparalleled scenic spot throughout the ages and the number one fairy mountain in the world". It is a famous place for Taoism and martial arts. Zhang Sanfeng gathered all the knowledge and founded the Wudang Sect, which flourished for several generations.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Zixiao Hall, the immortal-looking Wudang leader Ziyang Zhenren was discussing matters with his fellow disciples who were in charge of various palaces and temples.

Below, a middle-aged Taoist priest was bowing and reporting the situation. He was the second-generation Wudang disciple in charge of the daily life of the sect, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Zhenwu, and Tianshu Sword Min Yuanqing.

"Master, fellow masters, the former emperor's treasure has suddenly appeared, causing a stir in all directions. Everyone in the martial arts world is gathering in Longxing City. What should we do in Wudang?"

"Yuan Qing, what do you think?" Master Zi Yang smiled and stroked his beard and spoke softly.

"There must be someone behind the scenes fanning the flames. I think someone is trying to do something sinister to achieve his ulterior motives. We should just ignore such a dirty thing!"

Min Yuanqing has been in charge of the sect's affairs for many years and has a mature and stern personality. His answer is reasonable and in line with the Wudang Sect's usual low-key style.

"However," Min Yuanqing paused, but said something else.