Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 262 You can say my martial arts are bad, but you can't say my noodles are bad.
"The little girl's skills are not bad!"

"What's so good about it? It's just cheating, isn't it?"

"If you can fool others, it's not cheating! Martial arts can be straightforward or it can use the opponent's force against them. For example, the Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Staff Technique mainly uses clever moves to confuse the enemy."

"The Dog-Beating Stick Technique? Is it that powerful?"

"Only the leader of the Beggars' Sect is qualified to practice it! It's the Beggars' Sect's most treasured secret technique. Isn't that amazing?"

"That can't be right! I remember that the Beggars' Sect's strongest skill is the Dragon Subduing Palm. All the Beggars' Sect leaders who have become famous throughout the martial arts world have mastered the Dragon Subduing Palm."

"Because the Dragon Subduing Palm is bold and powerful!"

Li Zhaoting reluctantly gave a speech on success principles.

One should be magnanimous in both conduct and action.

If you lack ambition, success will elude you.

Li Zhaoting thought to himself, "Go to hell! Without atmospheric pressure, success will leave you. You bastard, just suffocate and die. Go to the underworld and succeed!"
The Beggars' Sect's direct lineage is the Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

The Dog-Beating Stick Technique is the "only" direct-lineage martial art, which only the gang leader can practice. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms can be passed on to outstanding disciples at the discretion of the gang leader to enhance their combat power.

It is a misconception that all the leaders of the Beggars' Sect, who were renowned throughout the martial arts world, primarily practiced the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. In fact, only Xiao Feng primarily practiced the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms; the others did not.

In the original story, Hong Qigong first competed against the Four Great Masters with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms at the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. After returning to the Beggars' Sect, he diligently practiced the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, hoping to win the second tournament with his exquisite staff technique. Before he and Ouyang Feng perished together, he used the Dog-Beating Staff Technique to compete against Ouyang Feng. The Subduing Dragon Palms were Hong Qigong's commonly used moves, but the Dog-Beating Staff Technique was his trump card!
The most famous leaders of the Beggars' Sect, besides Xiao Feng and Hong Qigong, are Huang Rong. It is obvious that Huang Rong mainly practices the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, and she does not know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms at all.

Xiao Feng's situation was the most unique.

Aside from the added scenes in the TV series, in the original story, Xiao Feng never used the Dog-Beating Staff Technique from beginning to end. It wasn't until the finale, when he was prepared to die, that he passed the Dog-Beating Staff Technique on to Xu Zhu in advance, and only then did he mention it briefly.

Considering Xiao Feng's personality, he could definitely use subtle and delicate techniques, but he probably wouldn't like them. It would be better to use Taizu Long Fist.

Li Zhaoting and Miss Wang had a heated argument, and Lan Fenghuang cheered them on. Feng Suzhen thought to herself that the First Wife's Swordplay was not good enough and needed to be improved and upgraded.

While they were talking, several more extraordinary people arrived.

Whenever the number one manor in the world recruits talents, the first to be challenged are strongmen, swordsmen, and knife-wielders, because these three types of people are the most numerous, followed by those skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

The strongest swordsman in the number one manor under heaven is named Jian Jingfeng. He is proficient in the sword techniques of a hundred schools and his swordsmanship is quite remarkable.

Jian Jingfeng is like a "goalkeeper".

Those stronger than him are all top-tier swordsmen.

Those weaker than him went home and trained hard for three years.

"Zhuo Bufan has come to learn from you!"

A middle-aged man in his fifties walked slowly toward Jian Jingfeng. His steps were steady and his sword intent was sharp. When he was about ten feet away, he drew the sword from his back.

"I am not here as a guest, but to challenge your swordsmanship. You do not need to be polite to me, because I will not be polite to you. This battle will surely draw blood."

Zhuo Bufan's expression was unusually cold.

A cold, disapproving gaze, like Batman's, could make Superman's heat beams instantly shut down...

Jian Jingfeng said, "Why bother?"

Zhuo Bufan sneered: "For revenge!"

"In that case, let's make our move!"

"Take my sword!"

Zhuo Bufan was a disciple of the Yizi Huijian Sect. His sect was almost completely wiped out by Tianshan Tonglao, and he escaped alone. He secluded himself in the deep mountains and forests to cultivate his sword skills. He received the inheritance of his predecessors and mastered the three-foot sword light. He was confident that he could defeat Tianshan Tonglao.

Zhuo Bufan was very confident in his swordsmanship, but the Lingjiu Palace had nine heavens and nine departments, with thousands of disciples. Each of them could slice him into a roast duck with just one sword. In order to defeat Tong Lao, he needed to build up his strength, defeat countless swordsmen, cultivate an invincible aura, and unleash the strongest sword light.

The Yi Zi Hui Jian Sect specializes in the "Zhou Gong Sword" technique!
The Duke of Zhou was not Duke Dan of Zhou, but Duke Chu of Zhou.

Zhou Chu eliminates the three evils!
The fierce tiger of the Southern Mountain, the evil dragon of the Northern Sea, and Zhou Chu himself.

Zhou Chu possessed the power to subdue dragons and tigers, so the swordsmanship he passed down was naturally fierce, swift, and ruthless. With the addition of a three-foot-long emerald green sword light, the swordsmanship gained fifty percent more power.

Jian Jingfeng swung his sword in retaliation.

They used the same Zhou Gong sword!

If your heart harbors dragons and tigers, wield the sword of wisdom to slay them.

Zhuo Bufan's sword slew the dragon-tiger.

Jian Jingfeng's sword cuts down the inner demons.

The essence of the One-Word Wisdom Sword School lies not in the single word, nor in the speed of the sword, but in "wisdom," in the enlightenment of a prodigal son's return, and certainly not in recklessly displaying ferocity and ruthlessness.

When Zhou Chu harbored the desire to kill dragons and tigers, he was a menace. But when he wielded his sword to slay the inner demons, Zhou Chu turned over a new leaf. Now that he possessed the power to slay dragons and tigers, why did he harbor the desire to remain a menace to the three evils?
The two swords were locked in a fierce struggle. Zhuo Bufan's swordsmanship was surging, cold, and ruthless. His longsword was like a tiger emerging from the forest or a dragon stirring up the sea, majestic and awe-inspiring. But no matter how powerful or ruthless it was, as long as Jian Jingfeng swept his sword, his moves would be immediately broken.

The two fought with lightning speed, exchanging over a hundred sword strikes in an instant. Zhuo Bufan became increasingly arrogant and ruthless, like a tiger baring its fangs and a dragon extending its claws. His three-foot sword light flashed and contracted, each strike aimed at Jian Jingfeng's vital points.

Jian Jingfeng's attacks were as swift as the wind and as fast as rain, no slower than Zhuo Bufan's, yet his swordplay was light and elegant.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! I've trained hard for over thirty years, how could I possibly lose to you! How could I possibly not win? I can't...lose!"

"It's never too late for a prodigal son to return!"

Jian Jingfeng swung his sword back and struck Zhuo Bufan's Shenmen acupoint on his wrist. Zhuo Bufan's right hand went numb and weak, and the sword flew out of his hand, shooting towards the stone lion at the entrance.

"Crack!"

The sword is embedded in the stone lion, leaving only the hilt!
Jian Jingfeng advised, "With lofty ambitions in your heart, why worry about not gaining fame? Rectify your conduct and vow to eliminate the three scourges!"

Zhuo Bufan sighed dejectedly, "What's the use of saying all this? I can't beat you, let alone Li Zhaoting. Thirty years of hard training..."

A chorus of sighs rose from the surrounding crowd.

Practicing martial arts is never an easy thing.

Practicing in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer is the basics.

You may work hard, but there are always people who work even harder.

You worked hard, hoping to be an early bird, but you didn't expect that the smart bird would fly earlier, more diligently, and more persistently.

Geniuses are not scary; what's scary is someone who is more talented than you, has a better background, more resources, yet works harder, is more diligent, and is more fortunate.

What's even more terrifying is that in his youth he was a prodigy who was invincible in the world of swordsmanship, but he failed to cross the threshold of transcendence and sainthood. In his old age, he exhausted his potential and could not break through in his martial arts for the rest of his life. He could only wait at home for the next generation of prodigies to come and challenge him, or train disciples, and leave behind his life's legacy before his energy and spirit were exhausted.

Hard work doesn't guarantee success.

However, without thirty years of arduous training, Zhuo Bufan might not have been able to master the Three-Foot Sword Technique. His martial arts skills were considered first-rate in the martial arts world, and he was regarded as a hero of his region.

The most prestigious estate in the world is extraordinary.

No one can take advantage of 13,000.

Free food and drinks? It's not that easy.
Countless people are watching your position.

If you don't strive to improve, you'll be eliminated sooner or later.

There is only one truly safe location.

No one has come forward to challenge it yet.

The laziest person in the world!

That's utter bullshit.

Why would a lazy person participate in a competition?

A lazy person should be saying, "Don't try to out-lazy me, I'm too lazy to compete with you." Coming all the way to the number one village in the world to compete shows that you're not lazy at all.

If you think what I said is wrong and want to refute my bizarre arguments, that also proves you're not lazy enough.

Lazy people don't want to argue with others!

To be honest, in Li Zhaoting's memory, if there was anyone in the martial arts world who was qualified to be called the laziest person in the world, it would most likely be Wang Dong.

This is not Wang Dong, who travels through bronze gates and adventures in various martial arts worlds, but Wang Dong, the owner of Fugui Manor, the soaring eagle king, who has exiled himself.

No one in the world is lazier than Wang Dong.

Compared to Wang Dong, Tang Zhuquan, who weighs 300 pounds, is an athletic champion; Lu Xiaofeng, who can sleep in bed for three days and three nights, is a hardworking little bee; and Li Zhaoting is a diligent old ox. Who dares to compare laziness with Wang Dong?

One extraordinary person after another became a servant of the estate. A strongman, a illusionist, a swordsman, a knife-wielder, a master of imitation, a master thief, a lazy person, a gentleman…

That's right, the number one manor in the world also has a gentleman who is indifferent to fame and fortune, named Bai Wuxia. Just by hearing the name, you know it's nonsense. You come to the number one manor in the world to eat for free, do you dare to say that you are a gentleman?

Have you read the Analects?

Have you read Mencius?

Wan Sanqian knew this was nonsense, but he was just keeping it for fun, as long as it provided enjoyment.

Do you expect a Grandmaster of the Heavenly Gang or a reclusive old demon to come here and freeload? Don't daydream!

"Heroes, do you have any further guidance?"

Shangguan Haitang, the master of the number one manor in the world, descended from mid-air dressed in a spotless white robe, opening his folding fan, attracting the attention of countless beauties.

His face was as white as powder, his lips as red as rouge, he was elegant and refined, and his handsomeness was no less than that of Li Zhaoting.

Miss Wang asked, "Master Shangguan, do you have the best spearman in the world? Or the most charming woman in the world?"

Shangguan Haitang smiled and said, "If Chief Escort Wang and Hero Li are willing to condescend, no one will dare to challenge these two positions even thirty years from now."

Li Zhaoting whispered, "Tsk tsk~~ This is clearly one position, Shangguan Haitang is confused!"

Hearing this, Miss Wang blushed, Lan Fenghuang was eager to try, Feng Suzhen reached out and grabbed Li Zhaoting's soft lower back, lifted him up and turned him halfway around.

Can this kind of thing be said publicly?

Shangguan Haitang, with her keen hearing and sharp eyesight, overheard Li Zhaoting muttering something but couldn't understand its meaning. She guessed that Li Zhaoting wasn't saying anything nice and decided to go back and look it up in her book.

"What advice does Master Li have for me?"

"I only have one question."

"what is the problem?"

"Do illusionists know the magic rope?"

"Could it be that Master Li knows how?"

"I've only heard a little about it. It's said to be a top-notch illusion technique, a secret that illusionists don't pass on."

Gonggong was ashamed, for he did not understand the Divine Rope.

The little girl looked at Li Zhaoting timidly.

Li Zhaoting transmitted his voice secretly: "If you want to know the principle of the Immortal Rope, go and dissect thirty snakes yourself."

The principle behind the Immortal Rope is "snake bone".

Snakes are reptiles, yet they can stand upright because of their unique skeletal structure. The bones are stacked layer upon layer, interlocking to allow the snake's upper body to stand upright and support a certain weight.

The mechanism is designed based on the principle of snake bones and woven into a thick hemp rope. When performing the "Fairy Rope" act, pressing the mechanism at the bottom will cause the rope to stand up high.

Next up is pole climbing!
One of the basic skills of an illusionist.

After the performance, the mechanism was retracted, and the ropes became loose and limp again, leaving everyone amazed.

……

I had noodles for lunch.

Mentioning the Immortal Rope brings to mind the magician, then the Black Stone, and then Master Lei's instant noodles. Master Lei's noodles are unparalleled; even Miss Wang, who is best at making noodles, has to admit defeat to Master Lei.

"Master Lei, three more bowls of noodles, one with chili oil, one with wide-leg noodles, and one with stewed noodles!"

Bodyguards often have a large appetite.

This is the only way to withstand the long-term damage in the wild.

Li Zhaoting ate plain noodles.

Feng Suzhen ate knife-cut noodles.

Blue Phoenix ate fried noodles.

Mei Zhu ate ramen.

Jiang Yuyan ate noodles with braised meat sauce.

There are just too many kinds of noodles.

Master Lei is best at making noodles: wide noodles, thin noodles, soup noodles, fried noodles, and braised noodles—he can make them all.

It can pull out thin, silky noodles, or make bold, wide noodles; it can cook light, plain noodles, or stir-fry noodles with eggs over high heat.

The downside is that the soup and broth are slightly inferior.

The advantages are that the noodles are delicious and the portion is very large.

"Master Lei, your noodles are really good!"

"Sir, to be honest, I have loved noodles since I was a child, and my biggest wish in life is to invent a type of noodle that won't get mushy when cooked and can be stored for a long time."

Lei Bin greeted the group with a smile.

He looked like an ordinary noodle stall owner, with no trace of a killer, because he didn't want to be one; cooking noodles was his main job.

"There's no such thing as noodles that can't be cooked through. But you can try making noodles that won't break. After the noodles break while cooking, sew them up with a needle and thread. Does Master Lei know how to sew?"

"I'm a rough man, I don't know anything about needlework."

"Get married as soon as possible, someone who cares about you and is considerate. If you can't do needlework, let your wife do it for you."

"Thank you for your kind words, I will look for it as soon as possible."

"Another bowl of he luo noodles, please."

"Are you here to test me, sir?"

"Doesn't Master Lei know how to make it?"

There's no noodle dish I can't make.

Lei Bin wasn't a top-tier assassin, but he was an expert on noodles. He couldn't stand being provoked, so he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a noodle press.

Heluo noodles are not hand-rolled noodles, but are pressed out using a device similar to a pressure well. Soft buckwheat flour is often used. When pressing, the dough is pressed directly into the pot, and the noodles are basically cooked by the time a piece of dough is finished being pressed.

Lei Bin neither fled nor poisoned anyone.

He recognized the person eating noodles as Li Zhaoting.

They definitely can't escape.

Poisoning would definitely not be as effective.

Instead of trying to put up a stubborn resistance, it's better to make a clean bowl of noodles so as not to be looked down upon.

Master Lei's martial arts skills may not be high enough.

Master Lei's noodles must be the best in the world.

Who has nothing better to do than hunt down assassins?

The martial arts world has no shortage of assassins!
Even if Blackrock is gone, there's still Happy Forest; even if Happy Forest is gone, there's still the Blue Flower Society. Even if they're all killed, there are still countless lone assassins and the invisible people of Invisible Island.

Li Zhaoting's purpose in coming to the capital was to travel.

Fighting is out of the question.

Unless someone disturbs Li Zhaoting's meal.

"Master Li, the Empress Dowager requests your presence."

Wang An arrived quickly, accompanied by two eunuchs.

"Eunuch Wang, what is it?"

Li Zhaoting gave a wink, and Mei Zhu handed over a silver note. Wang An accepted it without hesitation, wiping his sweat: "It's a matter of the martial arts world, something big has happened in the martial arts world!"

　I burned out yesterday and overslept this morning, so the next chapter will be an hour later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)