Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Fifty miles south of Lianhua County along the official road is Crouching Tiger Mountain, named after its shape resembling a crouching tiger. At the foot of the mountain is Qiaojiazhai, Qiao Rui's hometown. Another twenty miles south of the official road is Sanshuihe Town, outside of which is the Sanshui River, where the bandits were entrenched in the mission that Qiao Rui took. Qiao Rui took the mission because it was close to his hometown and not difficult, so he killed two birds with one stone.

Qiaojiazhai in Crouching Tiger Mountain sounds like a den of mountain bandits, but it is actually a simple small village with only about 20 households. In fact, two hunter brothers settled here three generations ago to open up wasteland. It has only developed into a village of about 20 households at this time. Everyone is closely related by blood, and peers call each other brothers. There are not many young people in the village. Most of them are like Qiao Rui working hard in the city. Only some middle-aged and elderly people stay at home. They support and take care of each other on weekdays, and live a peaceful and happy life.

Qiao Rui and Liu Xinyue rode their horses at a trot all the way. After all, they were both martial artists, and Liu Xinyue had become more proficient at riding a horse. He just didn't dare to ride the horse at a gallop, but he was much faster. It took them less than an hour to get out of the official road and turn into the village road after covering a distance of fifty miles.

Slowing down the horse and walking on the country road, Qiao Rui was very nervous, thinking that Grandpa must not be in trouble, and he must survive those three days. Although Liu Xinyue comforted him on the way, saying that the people in the countryside are simple and kind, and most of them are relatives and friends, and it will not be as chaotic and bloody as in the city, but he was always uneasy because he didn't see Grandpa safe with his own eyes. Maybe this is why people are more afraid when they are close to home...

There were many trees in the village, and the shadows were dim. When they got close to the village, they could vaguely hear some noise. Qiao Rui's heart tightened, thinking to himself, "Oh no, has something happened?" He said hello to Liu Xinyue and galloped away on his horse. Liu Xinyue also tried to increase the speed of the horse and followed closely behind.

As soon as Qiao Rui entered the village, he found that a simple farmyard on the right was full of people, facing each other on two sides. On one side were seven or eight men, all holding swords and knives, facing the outside of the village sideways, and it was impossible to tell where they were from. On the other side were the old and weak in the village, each holding a stick and a hoe. Even his grandfather was holding a hatchet at this time, with his hair and beard all standing up and looking angry. There were also several villagers lying on the ground, obviously injured. In the middle of the crowd was a young woman kneeling, sister Juan'er from Uncle Baliang's family. For some reason, she held a kitchen knife on her neck with her right hand and held her three or four-year-old daughter in her left hand. The mother and daughter were sobbing.

At this time, Qiao Rui also roughly understood that there might be outsiders coming to the village to cause trouble. The villagers, young and old, were obviously no match for them and suffered a lot. He could no longer hold back, and without waiting to dismount, he jumped up from the horse's back and shouted: "Who dares to be so presumptuous in my Qiaojiazhai!"

Qiao Rui was originally a calm and alert person, and he rarely acted rashly. However, this matter involved the village elders and grandfather, his only relatives, so how could he remain calm? As the saying goes, a dragon has a reverse scale, and anyone who touches it will die; a phoenix has a hollow neck, and anyone who violates it will die!

Qiao Rui was in mid-air, gathering the energy in his dantian and using 70% of his strength, he used a move called "Flying Dragon in the Sky" to attack the man in brocade clothes who was the leader of the seven or eight men.

The leading man in brocade clothes had just heard the angry shout when he felt a palm wind coming from above his head. He had to fight back hastily, but there was a bang. Blood oozes from the corner of the man's mouth. He took a few steps back and knocked over several of his companions behind him.

Qiao Rui landed on the ground without saying a word, and slowly launched a move called "Shock a Hundred Miles Away". This time he used 100% of his strength, trying to cover all enemies with his palm power. There was faint sound of wind and thunder, and the rustling of palm wind. He slapped out with his palm, like a storm passing through, and everything was in a mess.

Without even looking at the enemy who was struggling like a gourd on the ground, Qiao Rui walked up to Juan'er, bent down and said softly: "Sister Juan'er, what forced you to treat yourself like this? If you have any grievances, tell your brother and I will take care of it for you!" As he said that, he reached out and took the kitchen knife that Juan'er had placed on her neck and pulled her up again.

Qiao Rui excitedly returned to his hometown, but unexpectedly encountered such a bad thing. He was so angry that he knocked those evil guys to the ground, and then pulled Juan'er up.

Juan'er was dazed. Everything happened too suddenly. She was still a little unresponsive and stammered, "Xiao...Xiao Rui?"

"Yes, Sister Juan'er, it's me!" Qiao Rui smiled and nodded, dropped the kitchen knife, held Juan'er's hand with his left hand, and her daughter's hand with his right hand and walked towards the villagers. He greeted them as he walked, "Uncle Qijin! Uncle Baliang! Uncle Jiuqian!" and "Uncle Siwan! Uncle Wutong! Uncle Liutiao!", and walked into the crowd. Qiao Rui let go of Juan'er, checked the injuries of the injured people on the ground, and gave them some medicine. Then he came to the old man holding a hatchet and smiled softly, "Grandpa, I'm back!"

"Okay, okay! I'm glad you're back!" Grandpa threw down the hatchet, reached out to touch Qiao Rui's face, and smiled.

Before the grandfather and grandson could reminisce about the past, a weak voice came from behind: "You... who are you? Why are you so powerful?"

The men who were knocked down by Qiao Rui were struggling to stand up, supporting each other. They were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their bodies were covered with blood and dirt. They looked very dirty and miserable. The leader, with tattered clothes, looked incredulous, and kept muttering, "How is it possible? How is it possible? I am a top-notch third-rate fighter..."

This fellow had hastily received Qiao Rui's palm strike of 70% of his strength, which had already caused him some loss. Then he was hit on the head by Qiao Rui's angry blow of 100% of his strength. He had serious internal injuries at this time, and what was more serious was his mental damage. Qiao Rui's two palm strikes shattered his self-confidence and arrogance.

This man had quite an adventure a few days ago. He fought his way out and squeezed into the ranks of top third-rate players at a young age. Yesterday, he was spotted by the famous Feiyun Manor near Sanshuihe Town and regarded as a brother. He became the sixth manor owner. He was in high spirits, but he was hit on the head and his worldview was destroyed. He could accept that he was stronger than him, but the manor owner was stronger than him, but he was ridiculously strong and so young, which was a little unacceptable. He didn't know that Qiao Rui's internal strength was higher than his, and he was also a fragment of the top martial arts Dragon Subduing Palm, and he threw the palm with hatred, how could he be judged by common sense.

At this time, Liu Xinyue had also arrived. She tied her horse and Qiao Rui's horse to the tree trunk next to them, took out her sword, walked to Qiao Rui, and handed the knife to him.

Qiao Rui drew out his goose-feather knife, the blade gleaming in the sunlight. He pointed the tip of the knife at the men and said, "Who are you? How dare you come here and act wild?"

Seven or eight people on the opposite side staggered back, too frightened to speak. After a while, a man came out from behind and said weakly, "I, I'm here to take my daughter home. This is none of your business!"

Qiao Rui recognized him. It was Juan'er's husband, from the village in Sanshuihe Town. They had been married for several years and had three daughters. Perhaps because he was in a bad mood, her husband became addicted to gambling in the past two years and squandered all the little money they had. As a result, the couple often quarreled, and Juan'er often hid back in her parents' home in a rage. Qiao Rui also knew about these things.

Another time, at the end of the year, there was a big fight, and that guy beat Juan'er, which caused a dozen young people from Qiaojiazhai who happened to be home for the New Year to go to his house and teach him a lesson. Because they were right, and that guy was a bad person on weekdays, he was not popular in his own village, and he didn't cause much trouble, so he stayed quiet for a long time. Unexpectedly, today he gathered a few people and dared to go to Qiaojiazhai to cause trouble. Did he calculate that the young people in Qiaojiazhai were usually not there? Or did he learn some martial arts a few days ago and thought he had a miracle, so he was full of confidence?

Before Qiao Rui could say anything, Juan'er behind him cried, "You beast, you are not here to take our daughter home, you are clearly here to sell her..."