Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 136 The Mysterious Department

"No, I'm just worried that guy might come back and kill Lao Guo, and then you'll blame it on me!"

Zhao Rui said with a half-smile, but his words contained a hint of sarcasm towards Nie Sheng's preconceived notions.

Nie Sheng blushed, then suddenly clasped his hands in a salute to Zhao Rui and said, "I was blind to right and wrong, and had a petty mind! I'm sorry!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing!"

Seeing the other party's frank admission of wrongdoing, Zhao Rui didn't press the matter further.

While the two were talking, the woman beside Zhao Rui had already taken the medicine and walked over to Lao Guo to serve him.

The woman looked quite young; when Zhao Rui saw her last night, he thought she was Lao Guo's daughter.

The result was his wife.

And he was even his apprentice!

That old bastard, he only eats the grass near his burrow!
"What kind of grudge could possibly drive you to your death, Lao Guo? Do you have any idea?"

The middle-aged woman, Qiao Siniang, frowned and pondered.

"I have no bottom line. I, Lao Guo, may have a bad temper, but I absolutely do not have any deep-seated hatred towards anyone!"

Guo Qiquan said angrily, but the loud voice aggravated his wound, causing him to cry out in pain.

His young wife immediately soothed him gently, "Say less, the doctor wants you to rest!"

Seeing her so loving and considerate, Zhao Rui felt a slight ache in his back teeth.

He's really lucky with women!

A stroke of good fortune?

Zhao Rui's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but glance at Lao Guo's wife, who was graceful and beautiful.

It possesses both the warmth of a young woman and the tenderness of a young girl.

Such a woman...

Zhao Rui shook his head. He couldn't make wild guesses like that. What if he was wrong? Besides, it had nothing to do with him.

As long as I clear myself of suspicion, that's all that matters.

"This is none of my business, so I'm leaving. Old Guo, focus on recovering. I'll challenge other martial arts schools in a couple of days!"

After Zhao Rui finished speaking, he waved goodbye and strode away from the hospital ward.

Seeing him leave so casually, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This kid is too arrogant!"

One of them frowned and said.

"He has every right to be arrogant!"

Guo Qiquan shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile.

"Oh? Old Guo, you've given up on him?"

"You have to admit it. That man in black's martial arts were strange and unpredictable. I could only parry, but this young man chased him away in just a few moves. Are you convinced or not!"

"so smart?"

"He knows the Frost Palm Technique!"

Old Guo's words silenced everyone.

Martial arts masters are actually divided into classes.

Ordinary grandmasters are all honed through diligent study and hard work, step by step. If they do not have any extraordinary encounters in their later lives, then even if they become grandmasters, they will only be practicing ordinary martial arts.

When most of them broke through to the next level, they were already quite old, and their martial arts careers had basically reached their peak. So they opened a martial arts school to teach disciples.

As for gifted disciples, they learn top-notch martial arts during the martial arts stage, and challenging opponents of higher levels is as commonplace as eating a meal.

Moreover, the cultivation method is unique and contains attribute power, greatly increasing the chances of advancing to the Divine Void Realm and Dharma Aspect Realm.

The Frost Palm Force is a divine skill with this attribute.

They usually have a master-apprentice system.

"This matter will be discussed later."

Qiao Si Niang's heart skipped a beat. She said in a low voice and quickly walked outside: "I'm going out for a bit."

The group frowned and casually began discussing the attackers.

In the hospital corridor, Qiao Si Niang quickly caught up with Zhao Rui, who was walking out of the hospital.

"Brother Zhao, wait a moment!"

Hearing the voice, Zhao Rui stopped and asked curiously, "Big sister, is something the matter?"

"Miss?"

The young woman's expression froze. She had always prided herself on her youthful appearance, but in the eyes of young people, she was actually an old and faded woman.

"Brother Zhao, I'm guessing that your martial arts school isn't absolutely necessary to open, and you might even close it down after a while, right?"

The woman narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and said something that seemed to have a deeper meaning.

"What difference does it make whether it's right or wrong?"

Zhao Rui asked in a noncommittal manner.

"Actually, your purpose is just to have a match with all thirteen of our martial arts schools. Although I can't guess your motive, I can help you. There's no need to go to such lengths."

"I'm not interested in!"

After Zhao Rui finished speaking, he walked straight out, completely ignoring her.

Women who are too smart, especially older women, are not popular.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Si Niang's face stiffened immediately. She quickly chased after him and said, "People come and go, all for fame and fortune! Young brother, just ask, and I, Qiao Si Niang, will do whatever I can for you!"

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Rui said somewhat impatiently, "This woman is talking incessantly, as if we know each other very well."

"I know why Lao Guo was assassinated, so I'd like to invite you to stay at my martial arts school for a while..."

Seeing this, Qiao Si Niang had no choice but to reveal the truth.

"I'm not interested! Stop bothering me!"

After Zhao Rui finished speaking, his figure blurred, and two of him appeared, each walking in opposite directions.

They quickly disappeared from sight.

"Amazing!"

Seeing this, Qiao Si Niang was not disappointed at all; on the contrary, she was even more delighted.

After leaving the hospital, Zhao Rui returned to his small martial arts school.

The twenty students had just assembled, all looking excited and eager to get started.

This is a teacher at the Grandmaster level.

If they perform well and are appreciated by a grandmaster, their future will be limitless.

Zhao Rui didn't waste any words and began to guide and practice according to the established teaching method.

Now that he's a Grandmaster, even if he doesn't know the other person's martial arts, he can still provide insightful guidance.

What's more, they're just a group of teenagers.

Zhao Rui had no intention of fooling them. Since he was earning advancement points from them, he naturally had to give back some progress in return.

Those with great talent will inevitably undergo tremendous changes under the guidance of this master.

The teaching time was not short, basically covering half a morning, and the course did not end until noon.

As soon as the class ended, the parents who were waiting at the door rushed forward, offering fruit, cigarettes and alcohol.

After they dispersed with a whoosh, they left behind a pile of items.

As Qin Rui tidied up, she said enviously, "Is this the power of a Grandmaster? I'll open a supermarket someday and I won't need to stock up on goods anymore."

Zhao Rui smiled, then said seriously, "You should focus on practicing your skills. Miao Miaomiao has already advanced to level nine."

"You're still stuck at level eight, and I won't be able to carry you anymore!"

Qin Rui nodded upon hearing Zhao Rui's words.

How could she not know that as Zhao Rui's cultivation level increased, the gap between them would widen?

"After some time, I will return to Qingcheng Mountain. Before I leave, I will teach you a martial art. You must practice diligently and break through to the Grandmaster realm as soon as possible."

"Well, I see!"

Seeing that Qin Rui understood his meaning, Zhao Rui said no more, leaned to one side, lay down on the recliner by the door, and closed his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, in a private residence in Jeju, Nie Sheng and twelve other martial arts school owners gathered together.

"I have gathered you all here today to discuss the attack on Guo Qiquan. Do you all remember a year ago when we traveled to the Northwest in search of the Lin Yin Grass?"

Nie Sheng said in a deep voice.

"Could it be related to those people?" the crowd asked in surprise.

“That’s right. According to my and Qiao Si Niang’s deduction, these people are the ones who robbed the Lin Yin Grass back then.”

Nie Sheng nodded and said.

“How dare they? This is the interior, not the frontier.”

"The chaos on the frontier is so great that we can no longer afford to withdraw. The only course of action now is to report to the imperial court..."

"Outrageous! These evil heretics, colluding with outsiders, are plotting something sinister. They deserve to die!"

The owner, with a thick beard, slammed his hand on the chair and shouted angrily.

"I'm afraid things aren't as simple as they seem!"

A gaunt middle-aged man said in a sinister tone, "Over the years, the imperial court has been sending troops to conquer the world, but how many true masters have you all seen?"

"We are mediocre and insignificant, living in martial arts schools, far from the martial world and the imperial court. Isn't this a form of self-salvation?"

"Be careful what you say about this!"

Nie Sheng's expression changed, and he hurriedly stopped talking.

Everyone was also terrified, glancing around anxiously for fear of being overheard.

"With our meager courage, we are truly unworthy of the title of Grandmaster!"

"Brother Zhang, I know you're unhappy, but we can't get involved in this mess. Alright, that's all I have to say. If any of you have different opinions, then you can ask the imperial court for this shady grass if you have the ability! My mind is made up!"

Nie Sheng pressed his palm down on the ground, instantly creating a handprint on the ground that was about an inch deep.

The man addressed as Brother Zhang scoffed and stood up: "From this day forward, the Thirteen Martial Alliances are hereby disbanded. Whether you call it the Twelfth Martial Alliance or the Tenth Martial Alliance, it has nothing to do with me from now on."

After saying that, the man strode out.

The rest of the people all looked at Nie Sheng.

Nie Sheng frowned and said, "Now that things have come to this, the twelve pieces are in the same boat. Without the imperial court's intervention, we will all die!"

After he finished speaking, he placed the two hesitant ring boxes he had brought in the brocade box on the square table in front of everyone.

Seeing this, the others also placed the same brocade boxes on the table one after another, no more and no less, a total of twelve.

"Very well! Once we get through this ordeal, I will definitely seek another opportunity for you brothers, and I will never break my promise!"

Nie Shengshi wrinkled his nose slightly, and with a casual sweep of his hand, he swept all eleven brocade boxes into his own pocket.

A moment later, Nie Sheng mysteriously got into a black sedan and drove away from his secluded residence.

at night!

After Zhao Rui finished practicing his martial arts, he checked the time and saw that it was almost nine o'clock, so he drove to the nearby square.

After parking the car, he walked to the Muyingwu Hall, which was not far away!
Upon arriving at the entrance of the martial arts hall, Zhao Rui stepped forward and pounded on the door.

A moment later, a young woman came forward and opened the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Sister Qiao, I'm here to challenge the school! I humbly request Master Qiao's guidance!"

Zhao Rui had just finished speaking.

A crisp sound came from inside the room, like a sobbing voice.

Zhao Rui and the woman who opened the door were both stunned, and then ran into the yard together.

Upon reaching the source of the sound, the woman exclaimed in surprise, "Master!"

He hurriedly pushed open the door, and a strong smell of blood immediately rushed into his nostrils.

"Master!"

Zhao Rui rushed forward to take a look, and his expression immediately changed, his brows furrowing.

Qiao Si Niang was lying on the edge of the bed, her clothes disheveled, her chest covered in scratches, and one of her hands tightly clutching a strip of cloth, with bloodstains on her fingernails.

"Master, Master!"

The woman cried out in anguish.

As if sensing the sound, Qiao Si Niang's hand, which she was holding, slammed to the ground with a snap, and she was lifeless.

"Report to the police station!"

Since he was a witness to the murder, Zhao Rui couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

He could only tell the woman to call the police immediately.

Within ten minutes, a team of police officers arrived, cordoned off the area, and inspected the scene.

Also present were Nie Sheng and thirteen other martial arts school members.

Seeing Zhao Rui there again, Nie Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "You can't even protect her?"

This statement was somewhat ambiguous, but Zhao Rui understood what he meant.

"I was already too late when I arrived!"

"hateful!"

Enraged, Nie Sheng slammed his palm into the distance, producing a loud cracking sound.

About ten minutes later, a group of court officials dressed in civilian clothes, exuding an extraordinary air, strode in.

The visitor lifted the sheet covering Qiao Siniang and glanced at her, a sneer appearing on his lips.

He said, "They even went after such an old woman."

"you!"

Upon hearing his words, a martial arts master was furious. What was this if not an insult!
Nie Sheng quickly stopped him and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the person speaking to the court official, saying, "I beg you, Commander, to apprehend the murderer as soon as possible and restore our peace."

"Of course! Of course!"

The man chuckled lightly, casually tossing the sheet aside. He then clapped his hands and said, "It's the Demon Hand Soul Chaser. Only those lunatics in the Northwest know this martial art. Looks like I was right!"

After saying that, he strode outside and said, "Wait for my message within 24 hours. If I don't send one, then you're on your own!"

After saying that, the man led his group out.

Zhao Rui was taken aback by his behavior.

What kind of organization is this?
So arrogant! These people are all grandmasters, even ordinary grandmasters shouldn't act like this!
"Yes, Commander! Be careful."

Hearing the man's words, Nie Sheng was not angry. Instead, he respectfully watched the people leave.

"Come with us and tell us what happened!"

Just as Zhao Rui was about to ask a question, a police officer came over and took him to the police station for a routine questioning.

Half an hour later, Zheng Huaifeng, looking helpless, bailed Zhao Rui out, saying speechlessly, "Can't you just behave yourself?"

"I'd like to be honest, but come to me when you need something!"

Zhao Rui shrugged, indicating that he was innocent as well; he just wanted to have a martial arts match with someone.

Who would have thought that such a thing would happen during a martial arts competition?

Let's keep things quiet for a while!

"Who are those people? Do you know?"

Taking the opportunity, Zhao Rui inquired about the group of people from the special departments of the imperial court.

"I'm not entirely sure. I'll check for you later! There are some things that even we in the police station might not know."

Zheng Huaifeng shook his head and said.

"Ok!"

Seeing this, Zhao Rui didn't ask any more questions.

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Zhao Rui taught his students martial arts as usual.

Through this period of replication, the twenty students have already replicated ten.

In addition to the twenty copies made earlier, and the one extracted from Nie Sheng.

I harvested a total of thirty-one.

Zhao Rui has already added the previous twenty points to his internal energy.

The surge in true energy made him feel that it was becoming increasingly viscous and moving more and more towards liquefaction.

The speed at which each movement attracts the true energy of heaven and earth is also getting faster and faster.

It seems that the greater the density, the more abundant the true energy, and the faster the true energy is absorbed.

"What a pity! If we could replicate the skills of these thirteen masters, we could gain at least ten more advancement points!"

Zhao Rui thought with some annoyance.

(End of this chapter)