Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Wudang, Zixiao Hall, the second-generation disciple in charge of the sect's daily affairs, Min Yuanqing, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Zhenwu, did not approve of Wudang getting involved in that muddy water.

“However,” Min Yuanqing paused, and continued, “This matter involves Qiao Rui. I plan to let Qie Li go to Longxing City in a private capacity to thank him in person for saving his son. If he needs help, I can help him out.”

"Yuan Qing, you are being too formal. You and your wife are not only two of the Seven Heroes of Zhenwu, but also the leaders of the second generation of Wudang disciples. Your affairs are the affairs of Wudang. Why do you need Junior Brother Mo to go there as a private person?"

Before the head master Zi Yang Zhenren spoke, Zhenren Xuan Yang on the side pretended to be displeased. He reprimanded Min Yuanqing slightly, then looked at Zhenren Zi Yang with a smile.

"Qiao Rui saved Xiuzhu back in Shushan, and now he has saved Yuanqing and Mo Li's child from Lujiazhuang. He has done a great favor to Wudang.

Why don't I take Mo Li and other disciples with me? Qiao Rui is a core disciple of Shaolin. Although Shaolin will protect him, it's good for us to go and give him some momentum. After all, let him know that Wudang will repay any favor!"

Yan Xiuzhu is the last of the Seven Heroes of Zhenwu and a disciple of Xuanyang Zhenren. When he was fighting against the foreign barbarian Ge Shumo in Shushan, Ge Shumo shot him with a hidden arrow. If Qiao Rui had not reminded him, Yan Xiuzhu would have died on the spot. Therefore, this old Taoist has a good impression of Qiao Rui.

"That's great!" True Man Zi Yang nodded and smiled, looking at the other cold-faced old Taoist, "I heard that two peak masters have come down from Mount Shu, and Junior Brother Xuan Yang is probably alone and helpless. It would be better if Junior Brother Yu Yang accompanies Xuan Yang down the mountain, so that he can be looked after if something happens."

“Yes!” Master Yuyang was a cold person and was very frugal with his words.

High-ranking leaders from Shushan and Wudang both led their disciples down the mountain. Other large and small sects were unwilling to lag behind, and their leaders, elders, guests, and deacons all went out. For a time, the martial arts world was in turmoil, and everyone was sharpening their knives, hoping to get a piece of the pie.

The late emperor's heirloom was like a whirlpool, stirring up huge waves and agitating the entire world.

As the Qingtian Guard who monitors the martial arts world, naturally they were not immune. At the Qingtian Guard headquarters in Daxia and Qinglian Pavilion in Longxing City, the Qingtian Guards at all levels were expressionless and in a hurry, giving a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come.

The third floor of Qinglian Pavilion is where the Grand Commander rests and relaxes. No outsiders are allowed to enter, and all documents and files are submitted by Uncle Fu.

"Your Highness, the monitoring reports from various places show that all the forces in the underworld are converging towards Longxing City. Longxing City is now like a huge powder keg. If we are not careful, the consequences will be disastrous."

Uncle Fu placed a pile of documents in front of the Grand Commander's desk, his eyes filled with worry.

"Have Hong Gang keep a close eye on us. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in Longxing City will be killed without mercy!"

The Grand Admiral snorted softly, revealing his domineering aura, but his cheeks were a little plump, and he looked brave and decisive, but also a little gentle.

Beside him was an exquisite rocking cradle, in which a three-month-old baby was sleeping. The baby's rosy face was sleeping soundly, and the baby was curled up with his chubby and pink body, as round and cute as a glutinous rice dumpling.

"Not only Hong Gang, the four great divine guards of Chou, Ox, You, Rooster, Shen, Monkey, and Xu, Dog are also watching in secret. It's just that when the storm is about to come, the more it oppresses them. When the thunder shakes, I'm afraid Qiao Rui can't bear it!"

Uncle Fu was anxious, but the young lady was sleeping soundly, so he did not dare to speak loudly and could only speak softly.

"He has to bear it even if he can't. It's his...responsibility." The commander-in-chief narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"There are people in the underworld with ulterior motives, some stirring up trouble, some engaging in petty scheming, and some being extremely greedy. This is a good opportunity to clean up these unstable elements!"

"First, settle the martial arts world, then punish the traitors, and bring peace to the world!"

The Grand Commander's voice was cold and contained unparalleled domineering aura.

"Your Highness asked Qiao Rui to purchase the Yulong Villa, and planned all this?" Uncle Fu asked.

"No, I just had a vague idea at the time. I vaguely felt that if I threw out the Yulong Villa, I might be able to do something with it."

"Of course, we really want to lend him a hand. The stronger Qiao Rui is, the more he can help us."

"I didn't expect the Beggars' Sect to jump out and cause trouble so impatiently. The late emperor's treasure? Hey, who knows better than me where the late emperor's martial arts essence is!"

The Grand Commandant's cold and elegant face was filled with murderous intent.

"Then I will help Du Long. Go ahead and make trouble. When the trouble gets out of control, it will be my chance to revive the martial arts world."

"It would be great if we could take this opportunity to weaken the four sects, especially Shushan and the Beggars' Sect. If they lose soldiers and generals in this farce, it would be like cutting off half of the arms of the General's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Your Highness is wise!" Uncle Fu praised lightly, his face full of admiration.

The news of a royal dragon villa and a treasure left by the previous emperor shook the martial arts world and triggered plans by all parties.

Qiao Rui, who was at the center of the vortex, seemed to be fine and stayed with Tian Jing and her daughter in the house in Banyue Lane.

"All the inns are full, and a large number of people from the martial arts world are still pouring into the city. What should we do?" Tian Jing's pretty face turned pale, and her charming peach blossom eyes were full of worry.

"Don't worry, we will fight back." Qiao Rui held his chubby daughter in his arms, his face full of doting, and he didn't care at all about what Tian Jing said.

"Aren't you afraid that they will go to Yulong Villa and cause trouble?" Qiao Rui's calmness made Tian Jing feel a little relieved, but she still couldn't help asking another question.

"I guess quite a few people have sneaked in and searched by now. There are still a few days before the renovation of Yulong Villa is completed. Let them look for it. I can't find it. If they can find it, they will be lucky!"

After Qiao Rui finished speaking, he gently kissed his daughter's rosy and tender face. The little girl had soft eyebrows and eyes, and looked very much like Tian Jing, but with a straight and beautiful nose, and she looked like Qiao Rui. She had the best qualities of both parents, and she might become a beauty in the future.

"I'm afraid that others will say that you have already obtained the treasure left by the late emperor and hidden it away!" Tian Jing said.

As she said this, she rolled her eyes at Qiao Rui and took her daughter from his arms. Ever since her daughter was born, this guy only had eyes for her daughter and no one else, which made her feel a little jealous.

"This guy is a complete daughter slave. You will have a hard time in the future!" Tian Jing secretly complained.

"Private collection? Humph, we've let them search the Yulong Villa, what else can we do? Whoever dares to make trouble after I move in, just come at me!" Qiao Rui raised his eyebrows and sneered.

The higher his martial arts skills became, the tougher his temper became.

Although Tian Jing loved Qiao Rui's uprightness and bravery, she was also worried that he might be too stubborn and easily break. She couldn't help but sigh, "You are not afraid of those scoundrels, but if Shushan also gets involved, how will you deal with it?"

Speaking of Shushan, Tian Jing's heart was filled with tenderness. Qiao Rui had gone to Shushan alone for her, and that heroic spirit made her obsessed.

"The martial arts essence of the late emperor is so precious that it is normal for Shushan to be tempted. Moreover, Shushan has no good feelings towards you and me, so I am afraid it will be difficult for us to get along."

"There is also the Beggars' Sect. They have a mortal feud with you and will definitely take advantage of your misfortune to rob you. If these two sects come to force you, how can you give them the treasures left by the late emperor?"

Tian Jing looked at Qiao Rui with concern, her brows furrowed in worry.

No matter how strong one's martial arts skills are, how can one face the overwhelming trend?