Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 81: Illusion Master Qiao Yuanzi

The heroes returned with a full load, and the banquet on Mount Zhongnan lasted for several days. This good place for meditation was turned into a mess.

If it weren't for Qiu Chuji and Wang Chongyang suppressing them, those people in the martial arts world who had caused trouble would probably have gone down the mountain to call some girls to come up the mountain to play.

Even so, fighting, drinking, gambling, setting fire to mountains, and even bloody fights and fights to the death never stopped. It was a severe training for the Quanzhen Taoists, and they almost became experts in firefighting.

"If this continues, our beautiful Zhongnan Mountain will become like Liangshan." Qiu Chuji stood in front of the hall, looking at the heroes in the square not far away who, after eating and drinking enough, began to act carefree and wanton, and showed a worried look.

So what if he is the best martial artist in the world?
These heroes came to support him because of his reputation. We can't beat them all up!

If he really took ruthless measures, all the "heroes" would have fled before the Heroes Conference even started. If the news got out, Quanzhen Sect and Qiu Chuji would become a laughing stock, and his original plan would be difficult to realize.

"Master! When similar gatherings were held in the martial arts world in the past, how were they managed?" Qiu Chuji asked Wang Chongyang.

The one who answered this question was not Wang Chongyang, but Duan Zhixing: "Of course, each one is responsible for one thing. For example, every time the Shaolin Temple holds a martial arts conference or a hero conference, they first send a letter to the leading forces in the martial arts world, and then these martial arts forces select the people to accompany them. Generally, those who are brought to see the world are not only the disciples of their own sect, but also some outstanding people in the same martial arts world, so as not to be looked down upon by outsiders."

"For example, in our Yunnan martial arts world, the Duan family is the main force. If the Duan family has no intention of participating, the Dian Cang sect will step up and lead the others."

"The martial artists going together will be controlled and managed by the sect that led them there. As for the scattered martial artists who heard the news and went to the gathering on their own initiative, unless they are already famous, most of them will be blocked at the foot of the mountain in advance and will not be eligible to participate."

Duan Zhixing glanced at Wang Chongyang strangely, and then continued, "Brother Qiu did what he did, directly holding Qin Hui's head and inviting heroes from all over the world to gather at Mount Zhongnan instead of posting an invitation... It's very rare."

Qiu Chuji felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

In contrast, it's like Michael Jackson, who came back from the dead, said he was going to hold a concert, but he didn't charge tickets, and didn't stipulate who could come and who couldn't come. How could the concert venue not be a mess? The venue could be messed up many days before the show.

"Haha, Brother Duan, you don't have to say that. Although my disciple is not experienced enough in handling things, he has also set a new trend in the martial arts world. At least he has solved the problem of food for everyone, which has solved more than half of the problems."

"As for the rest... they are all trivial matters."

Wang Chongyang turned to Qiu Chuji and continued, "Your previous method of mobilizing these heroes was very good. Why don't you continue to use it?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji immediately had an idea and pulled his mind out of the complicated troubles.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. However, I am afraid that my handling of this matter may be a little excessive!" said Qiu Chuji.

Wang Chongyang waved his hand and pointed to the top of his head, then pointed to the Sanqing Palace not far away: "We don't even have the law above our heads, only the Three Pure Ones. If the Three Pure Ones don't object, why should you be restrained?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji immediately bowed and then strode towards the martial arts heroes.

"Brother Wang is so lucky!" Duan Zhixing said with obvious envy.

He also had disciples and children, but none of them could compare to one-tenth of Qiu Chuji.

He is a master of martial arts, but it seems like there is no one to succeed him.

“Alas! My disciples are too outstanding. I, as their master, am tired. I am always worried that if I don’t guide them well, they will go astray!” Wang Chongyang smiled, stroking his beard. His face, which looked like an immortal, revealed an expression of great arrogance.

Qiu Chuji went to the crowd and first had a drink with the heroes to maintain their friendship.

Then he told him his dilemma, saying that his master had ordered him to strictly discipline the many heroes so as to prevent them from polluting this pure place dedicated to the Taoist ancestor.

Without waiting for everyone to react or say some brainless words after drinking, Qiu Chuji gave a solution.

He wanted to pick out some good brothers and good friends from the crowd to maintain order. At the same time, in order to thank them for their support and dedication, he was willing to privately take out a set of boxing and kicking techniques for these good brothers and good friends to learn and exchange, which could be regarded as a rehearsal for the Heroes Conference in the near future.

Of course, as to who would be responsible for maintaining order, Qiu Chuji chose to listen to everyone's suggestions and let them nominate people.

In this way, it is easy for these "heroes" to no longer be a group, because they have beneficiaries and those who are constrained.

The dissatisfaction and unhappiness of those who are restrained will no longer be directed at Qiu Chuji and the Quanzhen Sect.

The candidates are selected by themselves, which often represents that these people have a certain status in the world and can play a good restraining role.

Qiu Chuji actually applied the management method that Duan Zhixing had just mentioned, and the effect was indeed immediate.

As the air on Mount Zhongnan became clearer, it was less than three days away from the beginning of summer.

At this time, people from those real martial arts sects had already arrived at Zhongnan Mountain one after another.

The flags of various schools and sects were hoisted high on Mount Zhongnan. The uniform attire and weapons, and good spirits, distanced these major martial arts sects from the wandering people in the martial arts world.

What seemed like just a hodgepodge of a hero conference was starting to take shape, at least on the surface.

"Which one is Qiu Chuji?"

"I heard that you are known as 'the best in the world'?"

"Have you asked our Magic Dragon Master Qiao Yuanzi?" A loud voice rang out on the top of the mountain. It was another challenger.

The Huashan Sword Contest did give Qiu Chuji the title of "number one", but Qiu Chuji did not have enough reputation and was too young. Even if he had accomplished such a great thing, people who had not seen it with their own eyes but only heard about it would not believe it and would think it was an exaggeration.

Naturally, many people came to challenge Qiu Chuji through this heroes' conference.

"My fellow Daoist! My Senior Brother Qiu is preparing for the Heroes Conference in two days. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to the Sword Unlocking Pavilion on the right to register and then get your number plate. When my Senior Brother Qiu is free, he will come to discuss martial arts with you." Liu Chuxuan walked out from the side with a polite smile on his face, and pointed to a long queue on the side.

These are all martial artists who want to challenge Qiu Chuji.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that these people have the confidence to defeat Qiu Chuji, but the opportunity is rare.

After all, who can refuse to sing on the same stage with Milk Tea Lun?

When Qiao Yuanzi heard this, he became furious: "Who is this person in my family to be on the same level as these unknown people?"

Liu Chuxuan said, "Look, fellow Taoist, that's the owner of Taibai Manor, Li Si. Over there... the one who's trying to cut in line is the chief of Yonghu Village. The one beating him up is Zhao Liang, the deputy leader of the Mad Blade Sect. And the one squatting in the corner eating steamed buns with a bowl in his hand is the Seven Bags Elder of the Beggars' Sect."

Liu Chuxuan smiled and looked at Qiao Yuanzi again: "Daoyou, we treat everyone equally regardless of their status here." Qiao Yuanzi became even more angry: "You underestimate me! Let me show you my method."

After saying this, Qiao Yuanzi shook his not-so-clean Taoist robe and muttered something.

Suddenly, he moved a vine on the right, and the vine flew up like a flying snake, then stabbed towards Liu Chuxuan.

Liu Chuxuan was not panicked. He unsheathed the iron sword at his waist, drew a straight arc, and then stabbed the vine, cutting the vine into several sections horizontally and vertically, showing his solid basic sword skills.

Qiu Chuji is now an idol of all Quanzhen disciples. His previous methods of practicing swordsmanship and his usual sword moves have been imitated by many Quanzhen disciples.

Liu Chuxuan and Qiu Chuji had a close friendship, so naturally he learned more.

"My swordsmanship is not bad, look at me again!"

A large amount of black smoke flew out of Qiao Yuanzi's sleeves.

Liu Chuxuan took two steps back and held his breath. He was worried that the black smoke might be poisonous.

But unexpectedly, the black smoke did not float towards him, but flew straight into the air and hovered there like a black cloud.

The cut down vines were thrown into the black cloud by Qiao Yuanzi, and then one could hear the roars of dragons.

Suddenly, a black dragon appeared in the clouds, with its scales spread and its mane puffed up. It flew forward and pounced on Liu Chuxuan's face.

Liu Chuxuan was stunned for a moment.

What method is this?
"Junior brother, be careful!" Ma Yu rushed out from the side, pulled the stunned Liu Chuxuan away, and at the same time, without hesitation, slapped the black dragon that was rushing towards him.

The already powerful internal force was released in the form of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head Palm, and there was a dull sound in the air.

The black dragon looked at Ma Yu with its fangs and claws bared, but was dispersed by a palm strike.

"Junior brother! Don't be fooled by what you see before you, it's just an illusion!" Ma Yu pinched his fingers and said calmly.

The leader of Quanzhen Sect practices inner alchemy, and although he doesn't do those fancy things, some of the wild Taoists who were originally recruited into the sect would occasionally mention to Ma Yu some of the various methods within Taoism.

Illusion is one of them.

This was originally a trick developed by Taoists to fool the powerful, but was later incorporated into martial arts techniques by some people in the martial arts world. It made the originally mediocre martial arts become bizarre and difficult to understand. People who lack knowledge or courage can be easily fooled, and they cannot use even one-third of their skills, and ultimately end up in failure.

"How dare you look down on me?" Qiao Yuanzi became even more furious.

He bit his finger and pointed at the dark cloud above his head. The dark cloud began to grow bigger, covering an area of ​​nearly five meters.

Then, along with his chanting, not only did the disappeared black dragon reappear, but four other green, white, red, and yellow dragons flew out from the clouds, coiled into a ball, and pounced towards Ma Yu and Liu Chuxuan.

Five dragons were dancing in the air, following the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which were mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, and were mixed into a ball.

As it swirled, it even stirred up sandstorms, making the sound even more terrifying.

Many people in the martial arts world noticed the fight here, and when they saw Qiao Yuanzi's methods, they all showed expressions of horror.

"Reach the extreme of emptiness, and maintain absolute stillness. All things are created, and I observe their return. All things return to their roots." Qiu Chuji's voice came from above.

Upon hearing this, Ma Yu and Liu Chuxuan both exhaled, then raised their swords at the same time and stabbed at the five dragons with terrifying momentum.

They paid no attention to how the dragons bared their fangs and claws. Each of them held their sword in place and just focused on hacking with their swords. They actually fought with five dragons under the black cloud.

"Hiss! The Quanzhen Sect has such amazing skills. Two young Taoists can actually fight five dragons."

"I heard that they are Taoist Priest Qiu's senior brothers and junior brothers. Taoist Priest Qiu is the best in the world. So even if his senior brothers and junior brothers are not so good, they can still be among the top ten in the world?"

"Hey! You can't say that. Everyone has their own destiny. However, since they are the brothers and sisters of Taoist Qiu, they are all capable. I'm afraid that this Master Huanlong who came from nowhere will not end well."

There was a lot of discussion around, and Qiao Yuanzi, who had been unable to defeat the two young Taoists, became even more angry.

He had been practicing the magic scroll left by his grandfather in the mountains for many years, and was invited to come down the mountain a few days ago to challenge Qiu Chuji, the best in the world. How could he be defeated without even seeing Qiu Chuji's face?
"Go!"

Qiao Yuanzi became furious, moved his fingers, and seemed to be muttering something, but a large amount of phosphorus powder flew out of his sleeves.

Then I saw that the five dragons actually began to spit out flames.

The flames spread, and the people watching the fight were all scared and kept backing away.

The swords of Ma Yu and the other man, which were originally in good condition, became less capable under the influence of the flames and they subconsciously became afraid to use them, and they retreated repeatedly.

"Junior Brother Liu! Do you still remember the fire we set in Tianfeng Gorge?" Qiu Chuji's voice came again.

When Liu Chuxuan heard this, he immediately understood. Facing the flames coming towards him, he did not block them but instead drew his sword and rushed forward.

White phosphorus will spontaneously ignite at around 40 degrees, but the combustion temperature can reach 300 degrees. In fact, it is not necessarily right to just rush into it.

However, Qiao Yuanzi is just one person, how much phosphorus powder can he carry on his body?
So, although the area he sprinkled looked terrifying, in fact, the burning was not concentrated at all, and the temperature could not rise.

Unless this Qiao Yuanzi has some other means to compress the spread flames back.

Bang!
The tip of Liu Chuxuan's sword collided with a fireball. The strong explosive force made Liu Chuxuan take a few steps back, and there were some burnt marks on his eyebrows and hair.

"What a skill! I thought you were just pretending, but I never thought you had such a skill."

“If you concentrate on practicing such a great palm technique, it will be much better than if you are distracted by fiddling with these illusions.” Qiu Chuji finally jumped down from a tall treetop not far away. He stayed in the air for about ten seconds. In the eyes of others, he looked like he was stepping into the air and slowly landing on the ground, looking a bit like an immortal.

(End of this chapter)