Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Mr. Duan's aura as a top-notch master suddenly exploded, sweeping across the entire venue. Everyone around him felt their breath hold. Chen Nian, who was facing him head-on, even took two steps back. Everyone's face changed, and they were in danger again!

Seeing this, Qiao Rui took two steps forward. He had lost all his internal strength at this moment, but he was tough after all. He spoke with difficulty despite Mr. Duan's pressure: "You can kill a small constable if you want to. Or if you don't want to kill him today for the sake of your reputation, you can just get rid of him at night. It would be convenient."

After taking a few heavy breaths, Qiao Rui's body was trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to control it.

Tian Jing's entire attention was on Qiao Rui. Seeing that he seemed to be unsteady on his feet, she hurried over to support him, letting him half lean on her.

Qiao Rui turned his head to look at Tian Jing, only to see that her pretty face was slightly red, as if the intimate posture of the two of them at the moment made her a little embarrassed, but when she saw Qiao Rui looking at her, she responded with a sweet smile.

Qiao Rui looked at Tian Jing tenderly, and nodded with a smile. Then he turned to Mr. Duan and said calmly, "You openly defy government officials and defy the laws of the court. Have you ever considered the feelings of the Sky Guards?"

"Skyguard?"

Mr. Duan muttered something, and thinking of the imperial institution that once commanded the martial arts world and made countless people in the martial arts world tremble in fear, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Although the Qingtian Guards are no longer as powerful as they used to be, their residual power is still there. As the saying goes, the older you are in the martial arts world, the less courageous you are. Mr. Duan is an idle martial artist without any sect or school, but he has been able to live safely to this age and even master martial arts by bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and avoiding the strong when he encounters them.

Mr. Duan immediately restrained his momentum and fell silent, thinking secretly in his heart, "Forget it, I was only hired to protect Lu Batian's safety, and I have no obligation to be his thug, so why bother myself with it."

Qiao Rui was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Duan retreating in the face of difficulty, but unexpectedly, someone came out from behind Lu Batian with a loud laugh. This man was tall and thin, about thirty years old, a rising star in the Beggar Gang, and at a young age he was already a second-rate figure, so he was quite arrogant.

Because Lu Batian's eldest son Lu Yanqing became a disciple of the high-ranking members of the Beggars' Sect, most of the guards he hired were disciples of the Beggars' Sect. Most of the Beggars' Sect disciples were arrogant and overbearing. In their eyes, apart from Shaolin, Wudang and Shushan, the rest of the world were not worth worrying about, let alone a small, newly established imperial organization.

After laughing a few times, the man said loudly: "Mr. Duan is too timid. With the Beggars' Sect protecting you, the Sky Guards are nothing!"

"Ugh......"

Mr. Duan sighed softly. He was ignorant and arrogant. I'm afraid he had never suffered a loss before.

Seeing that Mr. Duan was just sighing but not saying anything, the man said with even more disdain, "My Beggars' Sect is one of the four great sects in the world, and we are the leaders of the martial arts world. How can a newly formed small Guard of the Sky be compared to us?"

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard in the air, like a thunder exploding in everyone's ears, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon tearing the air, and a huge blade shot out rapidly in the air.

"puff!"

The huge blade pierced the thin man's chest, nailing him diagonally to the ground.

A sturdy man flew over from the sky. When Qiao Rui saw who he was, he sighed inaudibly, "He's finally here!" After saying that, he felt relieved. The energy and spirit that he had been holding on to for a long time burst out. His body went limp, and he fainted in Tian Jing's warm and soft arms.

"Brother Qiao! Brother Qiao..."

He was drowsy and confused, sometimes as if he fell into an ice cave, sometimes as if he fell into lava, one moment he was as light as a cloud, the next moment he was as heavy as if he had fallen into hell. Amid the cycle of life and death, Qiao Rui suddenly opened his eyes.

The bedtop is made of solid yew wood, the long pear blossom table is decorated with desk decorations, and the wooden door is carved with vermilion. Looking back, I see a woman lying on the edge of the bed below my eyes, with messy hair and sleeping soundly.

Qiao Rui's thoughts gradually returned to his body. He felt that he could not muster any strength in his body. Except for his eyes, he could not move any other part of his body. When he tried to exercise his internal energy, his meridians felt unbearable pain, like being pricked by needles. Qiao Rui groaned and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This muffled groan woke up the woman who was sleeping beside the bed. The woman looked up and it turned out to be Tian Jing.

Her pretty face was filled with laziness and confusion as if she had just woken up, but more of it was haggardness. After a pause, Tian Jing hesitated and asked, "Brother Qiao?"

Qiao Rui couldn't move, nor could he open his mouth to speak, so he could only blink his eyes.

Only then did Tian Jing become sure that Qiao Rui had woken up, and she burst into tears of joy.

"Brother Qiao, you finally woke up, that's great!"

She excitedly grasped Qiao Rui's hand tightly, her face full of joy. Suddenly she remembered something, stood up and ran out, saying happily, "Brother Qiao, wait for me for a while!"

Looking at Tian Jing's lively back, Qiao Rui couldn't help but feel deeply moved. Such a quiet and elegant girl could also be so lively at times.

Not long after, Tian Jing came over with a small porcelain bowl filled with some bright red medicine. She blew cool air into the bowl as she walked, then sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and looked into Qiao Rui's eyes.

Her expression suddenly froze, her body stiffened, a blush quickly appeared on her face, and then it turned red, even the back of her ears was bright red.

Qiao Rui didn't understand and blinked in confusion.

Tian Jing seemed afraid to look him in the eye. She bit her lower lip lightly, her chest heaving. She turned her head to look at the dim candlelight on the copy. Her beautiful eyes, like peach blossoms, followed the flames, as if she was making a difficult decision.

"Crack!"

A small spark exploded on the flickering candle wick, waking up the two speechless people.

After a while, Tian Jing's gentle and sweet voice rang out in the dark room, "You...close your eyes, don't open them!"

Qiao Rui's heart skipped a beat, as if he had thought of something. A slight ripple appeared in his heart, and he closed his eyes obediently.

Seeing Qiao Rui close his eyes, Tian Jing breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer hesitated and took the porcelain bowl in her left hand. She put her right hand through the back of Qiao Rui's neck to lift his head slightly. She lowered her head and took a small sip of the medicine. Then she bent down and slowly kissed Qiao Rui's lips.

Qiao Rui rested his head on Tian Jing's arm, half leaning against her soft and boneless body. He could smell the charming fragrance of the woman's body. A warm breath sprayed on his nose, and then his mouth was pressed by a soft, sweet and slightly trembling warm lip. A sweet and slightly bitter medicine was slowly passed into his mouth, once... twice... three times...

Time seemed to stand still, and Qiao Rui felt like a hundred years had passed before he heard Tian Jing's voice as thin as a mosquito: "You take a rest. Once the medicine takes effect, you will be able to recover some strength!" After saying that, she picked up the porcelain bowl in a panic and went downstairs without caring whether Qiao Rui could hear it clearly or not.

Qiao Rui looked at the half-open wooden door with confused eyes. The charming fragrance still seemed to linger on his nose and there was a faint tenderness on his lips. He pursed his lips with difficulty, and it tasted sweet.