Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 16 Third Young Master? Wrong person!

"Greetings, Master of Bliss!"

Lu Xiaofeng stood at the gate with his hands behind his back.

The burly Kunlun slaves were so frightened that they scattered in all directions.

They just threw Lu Xiaofeng off a cliff, how did he get back up? Is he a human or a ghost?
The Kunlun slave was stupid and only knew some rudimentary martial arts. He had no idea how powerful Lu Xiaofeng was. He thought he had seen a ghost and ran away crying for his parents.

The constables rushed into the Blissful Pavilion like wolves and tigers.

Before setting off, Hua Manlou promised rewards: a 1,000 tael red envelope for participating in the capture, a 3,000 tael red envelope for capturing the manager of Jilelou, and a 10,000 tael red envelope for the owner of the building.

These constables were transferred from the capital by the Hua family after the case was solved. They were all experts from the Six Doors, and upon hearing of such a generous reward, they naturally rushed forward bravely.

In addition, during the capture of the thieves, no one should care if someone secretly grabs a few handfuls from the treasure vault.

The Bliss Pavilion only accepts real gold and silver. Large, shiny silver and gold ingots are displayed on the gambling table. How many people wouldn't be confused by them?
Jiang Longluoma also charged forward bravely.

In order to shift all the blame onto Boss Qian, Luo Ma wielded his sword swiftly, eliminating his most elite subordinates and most loyal confidants one by one.

At the same moment, Li Zhaoting and Hua Manlou launched a surprise attack on the meditation room of Yunjian Temple and captured the martial monks of Yunjian Temple.

Yunjian Temple was a den of thieves, but also a paradise.

Lockhart's calculations were correct in some ways.

A gentleman can be deceived.

Li Zhaoting and Hua Manlou would never harm these poor patients; they would have much more to consider before taking action.

According to the original plan, troops should be mobilized to attack Yunjian Temple. The Hua family is ready and has made the necessary arrangements to ask Mu Tieying to send troops.

Mu Tieying is the commander of the Luzhou Commandery. He is highly skilled in martial arts, brave and good at fighting, and has a great reputation.

Later, considering the plight of these poor people, Li Zhaoting and Hua Manlou decided to take matters into their own hands and capture all the monks as quickly as possible, quietly eliminating the treacherous officials.

Of course, if things become impossible, Commander Mu will lead his troops to attack and use powerful bows and crossbows to eliminate the threat.

There weren't many martial monks at Yunjian Temple. Including the guest monk, there were thirty-six of them. They carried wooden sticks about nine feet long and formed the Eighteen Arhats Formation.

The wooden stick is made of top-quality white waxwood, soaked in tung oil and a secret medicine, steamed and dried nine times. It is impervious to knives and spears, and immune to water and fire. It can bend or straight as desired, and can advance like a nimble snake or retreat like a tortoise.

The Eighteen Arhats Formation is a Shaolin Temple protection formation, performed by eighteen skilled monks from the Arhat Hall. If there are thirty-six people, they can form both positive and negative formations.

Hit half forward, hit half backward.

Li Zhaoting obtained the formation diagram of the "One Hundred and Eight Arhats Formation" from the Southern Tang Treasury. It was nothing more than three sets of positive and negative Arhat formations arranged in the three elements of Heaven, Earth and Man.

The mountain-protecting formations of various sects and schools are mostly small formations arranged and combined using a geometric sequence. Tracing the origin of formations, they are nothing more than... three, five, seven!

The Three Talents Formation, Five Elements Formation, and Seven Stars Formation are multiplied by these, and occasionally the Yin-Yang Formation will be added.

Li Zhaoting and Hua Manlou stood back to back.

Hua Manlou's robes fluttered in the breeze, making her appear ethereal and otherworldly.

Li Zhaoting lightly flicked his right hand at his waist, and the Purple Rose Soft Sword was suddenly drawn. A streak of purple light shot out, illuminating half of the night sky, swirling and circling like an angry dragon.

This battle must be fought quickly, so Li Zhaoting will not use any elegant or graceful moves. His Ziwei Soft Sword moves up and down, left and right, all of them deadly strikes.

"Crack, click, click!"

The three wooden sticks were shattered by the sword's edge.

These white waxwood poles are indeed top-quality, but they are still several levels below Li Zhaoting's Purple Rose Soft Sword.

Divine weapons, when unleashed, will inevitably draw blood!

A flash of cold light, and the three monks collapsed to the ground with cries of agony.

With a flick of his sleeves, Hua Manlou caused the six monks to suddenly feel the wooden sticks in their hands to become as heavy as a thousand pounds. They heard a series of whooshing sounds as the sticks flew into the air.

Looking out from the Nanyan Palace in Wudang, one sees countless mountains stretching endlessly. One morning, Zhang Sanfeng practiced here and, inspired by something, created this exquisite set of sleeve kung fu.

The circulation of internal energy can be used to overwhelm the enemy with force or to overcome the strong with gentleness. The moves are simple, but the purity of a single stroke and the subtle changes in internal energy are truly eye-opening.

With a flick of his sleeve, Hua Manlou charged into the crowd, his hands moving swiftly to strike pressure points. The Thirty-Nine Bridges all nodded in unison, striking the target with a single blow and then withdrawing.

Yunjian Temple Square has become two worlds.

One side is as gentle as the wind, moving like cotton. The endless true energy is like cotton wool, which can eliminate the fighting spirit without you even realizing it. If the martial monk attacks forcibly, he will feel that there is a needle hidden in cotton. The more insidious and ruthless the move is, the more severe the backlash will be. It is like catching a hedgehog with your bare hands. It is not Hua Manlou who will hurt, but themselves.

One side was shrouded in purple mist, with sword energy surging wildly. Layer upon layer of sword energy combined to form a sword beam that reached the heavens and the earth, capable of cutting through anything. Even the most refined weapons were no different from rice noodles in front of this sword beam. No matter how exquisite the monks' moves were, how fierce their fighting spirit was, or how meticulous their formations were, they could not withstand even the slightest bit of its sharpness.

Hua Manlou remained silent, as ethereal as a fairy.

Li Zhaoting shouted in a fierce battle, wielding his sword like a demon.

"brush!"

A large net fell from the sky.

Li Zhaoting leaped from the ground like a spring onion, soaring into the air. His sword slashed forward, tearing through the iron net with a single strike. The purple sword light, like a giant python emerging from its cave, grinded its teeth and sucked blood, showing no mercy.

"Clap!"

Li Zhaoting landed back on the ground.

The tattered iron net slowly drifted down.

The monk's eyes showed despair.

"Surrender or die!"

"We've committed a capital offense! We're going to die sooner or later anyway, so why suffer imprisonment?"

"It's better to live a wretched life than to die a good death. The current emperor is lenient and benevolent, only punishing the ringleaders and never implicating others. You are not the masterminds of the case, so why should you die with them?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I... ah!"

Someone tried to incite the monks to rebel, but before the words could leave his mouth, Li Zhaoting pierced his throat with a sword, silencing him completely, and gave him a cold glance.

The monks, who had suffered heavy losses, looked at each other. Finally, someone put down his weapon and knelt down, and soon a whole group of them knelt down as well.

The monks were not loyal and brave people to begin with; they would never die for Luo Ma and Qian Laoda. If they had a chance to live, they would never risk their lives.

That's quite a coincidence.

Putting aside other aspects, Zhao Zhen was indeed very kind and benevolent in character, truly deserving the title of Emperor Renzong of Song. Although he did not completely seize power, as Zhao Zhen grew older, power struggles became inevitable, and Empress Liu gradually relinquished power, allowing Zhao Zhen to handle state affairs.

Hua Manlou quickly sealed the acupoints of these people and imprisoned them in the Yunjian Temple prison. Yue Qing took Li Zhaoting to the printing workshop to erase the relevant traces.

This case cannot be made public.

All traces must be quietly eliminated.

The fact that the imperial court only sent Jiang Long and Luo Ma to investigate the case, instead of the Four Great Constables, reveals the court's attitude.

"Brother Hua, you stay at Yunjian Temple to protect the innocent people inside and erase the traces of the fight."

"Brother Li, what about you?"

"I'll go try out Loma's swordsmanship!"

"Brother Li, thank you very much!"

Hua Manlou mistakenly thought that Li Zhaoting was trying to avoid suspicion and let the Hua family handle the matter themselves, so he quickly thanked him.

Li Zhaoting waved his hand and left quickly.

……

The Bamboo Forest of a Hundred Ghosts.

Luo Ma hurriedly ran through the bamboo forest.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

The Paradise Tower was breached, and Boss Qian was exposed. Just when Luo Ma thought everything was safe, Lu Xiaofeng revealed his identity, directly pushing him to the brink of despair.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng only mentioned the fake silver notes and didn't talk about the Liao spies, so there was still a chance for things to turn around.

Luo Ma escaped using the traps and headed to the "safe house" in the Hundred Ghosts Bamboo Forest. After a short rest, he packed some food and silver notes and left Luzhou as quickly as possible.

"Huh? There's someone ahead?"

The bamboo house ahead was filled with the smell of smoke, indicating that someone was cooking. Luo Ma looked closely and recognized that it was Xiao Ai, who was chopping wood and sweeping the floor at Yun Jian Temple.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of Xiao Ai's parents' death. To pay respects to her parents, Xiao Ai is living in a wooden house in the bamboo forest. Madam Tang, who cares about Xiao Ai, moves in with her.

Xiao Ai, a poor woman, never ate late-night snacks.

However, since Madam Tang was here, to show respect, Xiao Ai cooked a bowl of porridge for her. Before the porridge was ready, Luo Ma happened to arrive.

Loma's eyes darted around, and he rushed towards Xiao Ai.

Madam Tang's pupils contracted, and she subconsciously tucked her hands into her sleeves, exuding a chilling killing intent.

If Luo Ma dared to take another step forward, Madam Tang would definitely make Luo Ma regret being born. Just then, a gray-blue constable's uniform blocked Xiao Ai's way.

"Loma, what are you going to do?"

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, the dashing young constable blocked Luo Ma with his sword, shouting fearlessly.

Loma recognized the young constable's identity.

Shen Liang, a constable from Luzhou, is skilled in swordsmanship.

"Shen Liang, get out of my way! I don't want to kill you!"

"impossible!"

Shen Liang stood firmly in front of Luo Ma.

"Since that's the case, then die!"

Lockhart cursed angrily, drew his sword, and, after so many years of trials and tribulations, was no ordinary flatterer or show-off; he was a man of real skill.

Loma was skilled with a four-foot-long soft sword. The sword's edge was unpredictable, and his sword moves were elusive and ambiguous. He often defeated his enemies in just a few moves and was quite confident in his swordsmanship.

The soft sword, once drawn, moves like a nimble snake or a venomous dragon.

Shen Liang felt a chill. Seven major acupoints on his chest were under the cover of sword energy, and each of these vital points could become a target. How could he defend against this sword strike?
Xiao Ai didn't know how to defend herself.

Because Xiao Ai doesn't know martial arts.

Madam Tang did not know how to defend herself.

Because Madam Tang did not know swordsmanship.

Even Lockheed Martin himself didn't know how to defend against his own "broken Spurs"!
Since we can't break through, let's fight fire with fire!

The cold, sharp light of the moon suddenly rose from the night sky.

Shen Liang's swordsmanship is like a gentle breeze or a spring. Just as a gentle breeze leaves gaps when it brushes past treetops and spring water is parted when it flows over rocks, sword moves naturally have flaws.

But with a gentle breeze and the babbling brook, who could discover the flaw in the gentle breeze and flowing spring? Even if one could find the flaw, how could one pierce the spring with a sword?

This is of course impossible.

For Luo Ma, Shen Liang's swordsmanship was an unparalleled divine swordsmanship that he dared not even dream of, a divine understanding that he could not comprehend even a fraction of even after three lifetimes of arduous cultivation.

The encounter between a broken spur and a gentle breeze is like a subject encountering an emperor, or a mouse encountering a raccoon.

The moment Shen Liang raised his hand, Luo Ma knew he was doomed. As the sword flashed, Luo Ma suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a maniacal laugh...

"Hahahaha... What a joke! My whole life is a joke! It's so ridiculous!"

Loma knelt down, lifeless.

Shen Liang sheathed his sword.

With two soft "thumps," Lu Xiaofeng and Li Zhaoting landed simultaneously. Lu Xiaofeng raised an eyebrow, while Li Zhaoting exclaimed in surprise, "You are... the Third Young Master?"

"My name is Shen Liang, a constable from Luzhou. I am not a rich young master. This young man has mistaken me for someone else!"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Li Zhaoting bowed to express his apology.

Lu Xiaofeng pressed on Luo Ma's body a few times and found that Shen Liang had swiftly pierced Luo Ma's chest with a sword, leaving him powerless to fight back, his internal organs completely destroyed by the sword energy.

What fierce swordsmanship!

(End of this chapter)