Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 355 The Happy Life of a Family of Oddities!
"Husband, what is he doing...is he going to...if I'm not mistaken, Guo Dalu is planning to rob the rich to help the poor?"

Wang Shenglan lay in Li Zhaoting's arms, experiencing a strange feeling as she felt about her completely different identity.

They used to be powerful figures in the martial arts world, always surrounded by followers and showered with drinks and gifts. Now, one is a wandering Taoist priest, and the other is a down-on-his-luck bodyguard. It's quite an interesting situation.

The only pity is that Li Zhaoting and Mei Zhu can sleep in the same bed, but Wang Shenglan cannot.

Every night, he would climb through the window. Although she was the third wife, whom he had married through proper channels, he felt like he was having an affair. He would climb into the house through the window when it got dark and leave before dawn.

Of course, it was Master Wang who climbed through the window!
Wang Da Guanren felt that doing this was so enjoyable, even more so than being the head mistress of the household. His blood was boiling and his spirits were getting more and more excited. He wanted to have a night out under the open sky.

Li Zhaoting laughed and said, "Guo Dalu is not good at this kind of business. He is too soft-hearted and his judgment is not very good. He actually went to Fugui Manor."

Is Fugui Manor dangerous?

"Not at all."

"Are there penniless people living in Fugui Manor?"

"To be precise, he is a greedy, lazy, and destitute penniless man who made a mistake when he was young and can't get over it, so he is now exiling himself."

How poor is this guy?

"So poor that all they had left was a cotton quilt."

"It seems Guo Dalu will return empty-handed!"

Guo Dalu certainly wouldn't leave empty-handed.

Not only did they not return empty-handed, but they also brought back two crispy roast ducks, five catties of cartilage, ten catties of liquor, and found a place for the three of them to live in where they would never have to pay rent.

The price was... the sword was gone!

Guo Dalu left the dilapidated temple with great fanfare, only to be terrified by the graves halfway up the mountain. He then discovered that the luxurious manor, with its dozens of rooms, had no maids, servants, cooks, or grooms, and not even a ghost in sight.

Just as Guo Dalu felt he had entered a haunted house, a lazy, greedy, and down-on-his-luck ghost spoke weakly. For some reason, after the ghost said a few words, Guo Dalu pawned the sword.

Guo Dalu's sword is worth one hundred taels.

At a pawnshop, a "live pawn" costs about twenty taels.

With over twenty taels of silver, even if you eat crispy roast duck and roasted cartilage every day, you can last for ten days or half a month.

Wang Dong, the owner of Fugui Villa, was very hospitable. He said that there were more than 30 rooms in the villa that could be occupied, and he would not charge you rent. You only need to fetch water and cook.

And so, the group settled into the Fugui Mountain Villa.

Every morning, Li Zhaoting would set up his stall with a banner, Mei Zhu would call out to customers, and Wang Shenglan would wave a small flag to attract business next to the stall.

Guo Dalu was surprised to find that the three people he considered a burden were making money very quickly.

Li Zhaoting could easily persuade those fat and stingy people to open their wallets with just a few words, and Wang Shenglan could earn her food money by taking on a few errands.

Wang Dong can provide accommodation.

Guo Dalu has become someone who freeloads.

People feel bored when they have free time.

When I'm bored, I want to chat with someone.

Guo Dalu looked down at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong lay on a large bed, covered with a dull gray quilt rolled into a cylinder, his whole body inside, completely still.

Since I met Wang Dong, I haven't seen him do anything except eat, drink, poop, and pee.

Cook?

There isn't even an iron pot in the house.

Because Wang Dong took the last iron pot to the market to exchange for sesame cakes, all that was left at home were a few earthen stoves.

Even the most skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.

Guo Dalu wanted to show off his skills, but he had neither an iron pot nor any seasonings, let alone rice, flour, oil, or vinegar.

Fortunately, "Wu Mei" was very reliable. When he came back from closing up shop, he brought back pots, pans, rice, flour and oil. Guo Dalu was finally able to show off his skills and not just freeload.

Guo Dalu made a horrifying discovery.

The "Master of Turning Over" is incredibly accurate at fortune telling; the more confused and nonsensical he is, the more precise his predictions become.

"Master Fanshen" said that Guo Dalu met a benefactor and turned his life around, and shamelessly claimed that the benefactor was himself. Since the two met, Guo Dalu has indeed been free from hunger and cold, and everything has gone smoothly.

As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they think about other things!
Having eaten and dressed well, Guo Dalu couldn't help but think of Li Zhaoting's talk about romantic luck, and his mind began to wander. Just as he was lost in his thoughts, he saw a pair of feet.

Yan Qi's feet.

Yan Qi's feet were no different from others, but her boots were extremely special. The boots were made of calfskin, with exquisite craftsmanship and patterns, no less than the shoes of royalty. The only difference was that they had no soles; the soles were smooth. Her clothes were gorgeous, but they were torn to shreds and patched in dozens of places.

Even the clothes of the Beggar Clan's Nine-Bag Elder didn't have so many colorful patches. It didn't look like clothes, but more like a sail. Such clothes would look out of place on anyone else, but on Yan Qi, they looked very gorgeous and comfortable. It seemed as if he should wear such clothes; it was a fashion trend.

Yan Qi was brought back by Wang Shenglan.

He was groggy and mumbling to himself, as if he hadn't eaten in a long time, and his stomach was rumbling.

Guo Dalu fed Yan Qi a bowl of porridge.

"one more bowl!"

Guo Dalu drank another bowl.

"Another bowl, please! You're so stingy!"

Yan Qi called out six times.

Guo Dalu drank seven bowls of thin porridge.

Just then, Yan Qi slowly woke up: "I just drank seven bowls of your porridge, so just call me Yan Qi! The name doesn't matter, just call me whatever sounds nice!"

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "Young man, how did you end up in this state? Did you lose money gambling?"

"If you were suffocated in a coffin and buried underground for two days and two nights, you wouldn't be much better off than me!"

"Hiss~ Who have you offended?"

"I made a bet with an ant!"

A few days ago, Yan Qi lost money gambling and planned to borrow some money from a notorious bandit. The two parties agreed that if Yan Qi could lie in a coffin for two days, Ant would lose 10,000 taels of silver to Yan Qi. Yan Qi lay in the coffin for two days, but Ant lost the bet and refused to pay up, so he launched a shameless sneak attack.

Yan Qi was poisoned, but escaped to this place with her tenacious will to live. She was picked up by Wang Shenglan. Yan Qi was confused and unaware of the situation outside. She only knew that someone was using internal energy to expel the poison from her. Then someone fed her. When she woke up, Guo Dalu was right in front of her.

Could it be that this guy saved me?
A blush flashed across Yan Qi's face.

Yan Qi has a delicate face with big eyes and a small mouth. When she smiles, she has two dimples. When she doesn't smile, she immediately becomes cold and her face turns pale, making people hesitant to approach her.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I must be going now!"

Yan Qi got up to leave.

Guo Dalu said, "Young man, don't go! You have enemies outside, they will kill you!"

"If I don't leave, they will kill you!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"who are you?"

"I am the famous Thousand-Armed Buddha, renowned throughout the martial world, the elusive and swift-handed drunken swordsman, the Iron Fist Guo Dalu! Little brother, I'll protect you!"

Guo Dalu patted his chest forcefully, then clenched his fist and shook it vigorously in front of Yan Qi.

Yan Qi had an urge to die.

How could I possibly think that this guy saved me?

Are all the people here crazy?
“Young brother, stay here! It’s very safe here. I’ve just surveyed the terrain. This place is blessed with abundant resources and is a pure land in the martial world, like a paradise on earth.”

Li Zhaoting mumbled some incantations as he calculated with his fingers.

Upon hearing the sound, Yan Qi shuddered.

Yan Qi is from Jinan. Two years ago, at a lavish banquet, the owner of this voice used unparalleled swordsmanship to kill hundreds of bandits and blast the notorious Di Qinglin into pieces. He plowed through the martial arts world of Jinan, and the blood flowed like rivers in the fighting.

For two or three months in a row, Yan Qi had nightmares every night, fearing that when he woke up, the owner of the voice would be carrying a blood-stained sword and slaughtering his entire family.

Yan Qi's father had a terrible reputation in the martial arts world, so it was perfectly normal for him to be targeted by the Jiazi Tai Sui.

It would be abnormal if they didn't come knocking on your door.

This means that you haven't done enough bad things, or that you haven't done bad things enough!

Two years later, when Yan Qi heard a similar voice, he was still trembling with fear. He turned around and saw that the speaker was a handsome Taoist priest with a big yellow dog by his side and a peach wood sword on his back.

Guo Dalu comforted him, "Yan Qi, don't let his mystical talk fool you, his fortune-telling is incredibly accurate. He says who will turn their life around, and they will!" "May I ask your Taoist name, Master?"

"Turn over!"

"Hehe! Hehe! Haha!"

Yan Qi chuckled twice and asked, "Those chasing me are notorious bandits. They're very dangerous. Do you have any mounts? Lend them to me, and I'll leave immediately!"

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "Yan Qi, we're already incredibly lucky to be able to eat two meals a day. We can't afford to keep a mount; our only pet is a yellow dog!"

Yan Qi felt slightly relieved upon hearing this.

Li Zhaoting will definitely ride a wine jar when he goes on a long trip.

This kind of steed, Lao Jiu, is one of a kind in the world.

The absence of aged wine indicated that it wasn't Li Zhaoting, only that the voice was very similar. Yan Qi didn't want to implicate others, but unfortunately, she had just eliminated the toxins and was weak, so she couldn't run too far and could only find an empty room to stay in.

Fugui Mountain Villa has no shortage of empty houses.

There was nothing they could do; the area was surrounded by graveyards, and who would live in such a place except for desperate paupers? A ghostly wail in the middle of the night terrified them.

No one living here is a normal person.

He's a penniless guy who's ten times lazier than the laziest man in the world, yet he's named Wang Dong.

A man of many talents, skilled in both literature and martial arts, yet his bad temper blocks every path he takes, and his name is Guo Dalu (meaning "Guo the Great Road").

There is also an immortal cockroach whose vitality rivals that of Madam Qian and can compete for the title of the world's most resilient creature.

It looks very abnormal no matter how you look at it.

These oddballs happen to be very happy.

Every moment was filled with laughter and joy.

Even though the notorious bandits blocked the gates of Fugui Manor, everyone was still very happy, as if they didn't see the little ants dressed in glittering gold.

"Four ants" are not to be trifled with.

The "white ant" moves with incredible agility.

The "Red Ant" is covered in hidden weapons.

The "silver ant" is invulnerable to knives and spears.

"Golden Ant" is skilled in both fist and sword.

They were all dwarfs, the tallest being about one meter tall.

If such a person hides in the shadows, such as a dark corner that no adult could possibly enter, and launches a surprise attack, very few people can withstand the assassination attempt.

They don't like surprise attacks.

They prefer direct confrontation.

This may be related to physical disability.

Because of their short stature, the four ants suffered countless scornful looks from a young age. When they were training in martial arts, every master said that they were good candidates to be assassins and should hide in the shadows and launch a sudden assassination. Everyone looked down on them.

What they hate most is "assassination!"

They want to make money through honest and aboveboard means.

Even if their main business is... robbery!
Robbery is also a blatant act of robbery.

Therefore, they appeared openly and honestly.

So they took the initiative to announce their names and then quickly launched an attack. White ants soared into the sky, red ants shot out dozens of hidden weapons, silver ants roared and charged towards Li Zhaoting, and gold ants punched Guo Dalu.

Wang Dong roared and made the first move.

Wang Dong was usually lazier than anyone else, but when it came to action, he was the most diligent. The rolled-up quilt, like a dark and heavy cloud, rolled towards the red ants. The red ants' hidden weapons hit the quilt, but they all slid down.

It turned out that Wang Dong never left his bed while eating or drinking, and he liked to wipe his hands with a cotton quilt. The quilt was covered with countless oil stains and had long since become shiny and slippery. This bizarre weapon was unique in the whole world.

"brush!"

The red ants were wrapped in a cotton quilt.

She was short and couldn't escape, so Wang threw the red ant at the white ant. The two were husband and wife, and the white ant instinctively caught it.

With just a light touch, the white ant's movement path was revealed. Wang Dong flicked his five fingers in quick succession, striking the white ant's pressure points, causing the white ant to turn red with anger.

"You don't need to look at me like that! Being able to defeat the enemy is real skill! There's no need to be angry about it!"

Wang Dong tucked the blanket away, rolled himself up into a ball again, and lay leisurely on the bed.

The white ant looked back.

Silver Ant's head was held down by Wang Shenglan.

Wang Shenglan was tall and had superhuman strength. Silver Ant's arms and legs were so small that no matter what moves he made, he couldn't move forward an inch and was overpowered.

The fight between Jin Mayi and Guo Dalu was spectacular. Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, Jin Mayi bumped into Li Zhaoting's signboard, causing his right leg to go weak and slow down for a moment. Guo Dalu then delivered a punch to his head, smashing his nose.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the ants collapsed to the ground.

"What should we do with them?"

Yan Qi rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Although he was being chased by four ants, seeing their pitiful appearance, Yan Qi neither wanted to kill them nor let them go; he just thought they were a real pain in the ass.

Li Zhaoting laughed and said, "Do you four know Qu Benlei? Go find him and tell him that the hermit of Fanshen recommended four disciples to him, and ask him to accept them."

"This gentleman is..."

"I am Fanshen Jushi!"

"I've heard so much about you! I've heard so much about you!"

The four ants thought to themselves, "If you dare let us go, we'll run away right now and you'll never find us again!"

The thought had barely formed when a voice transmission came through my ear.

"My name is Li Zhaoting!"

"Ah~~"

The four ants stared wide-eyed, their bodies trembling.

Wang Shenglan casually patted their pressure points.

The four ants scrambled away.

Guo Dalu praised, "Brother Li, you're really capable! You've passed the buck so quickly! I really don't know what to do with these four little ants!"

Yan Qi asked curiously, "You know Qu Benlei?"

We've met a few times!

What is your relationship with the other two?

"He worked as my groom!"

"Pshaw! You're just bragging!"

Yan Qi naturally recognized Qu Benlei and knew that this guy was a firecracker, someone who wouldn't listen to even the Heavenly King himself, and wouldn't even flinch if he were attacked with knives and axes.

How could someone like that be a stable boy?

Even when bragging, they don't change their target.

Why don't you just say you're Li Zhaoting!

Your voices do sound quite alike!

Yan Qi felt utterly powerless and could only mutter complaints to himself.

Guo Dalu and Wang Dong openly criticized the situation.

Guo Dalu's singing and commentary were full of ups and downs.

Wang Dong threw out a chicken bone.

"Boss Wang, what are you doing?"

"Sing after I fall asleep!"

"I sing very well! People travel hundreds of miles just to hear me sing, and all the opera troupes near my hometown want to become my apprentices!"

(End of this chapter)