Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 72: The Immortal caressed my head, tied my hair and received immortality

"Bai Yujing! Wake up!!"

Li Zhaoting banged on the table forcefully.

Bai Yujing raised her head and opened her sleepy eyes.

Miao Shaotian and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.

In order to obtain the peacock feather blueprint, they took Li Zhaoting to Fang Longxiang's inn, not daring to test Bai Yujing, and instead asked the eccentric Li Buyi to test him.

Unexpectedly, Li Buyi was incredibly audacious. He banged on the table to wake Bai Yujing, saying that Bai Yujing smelled terrible and that he should take a bath to wash away the smell of alcohol.

What's even more unexpected is that Bai Yujing neither drew his sword to attack nor smashed Li Buyi into a pulp. Instead, he obediently went back to his room to take a bath and change into a new set of clothes.

Bai Yujing liked to wear new clothes.

The new clothes made him feel refreshed.

The shoes, saddle, and sword sheath must be old.

An old saddle is comfortable to sit on.

Old boots are comfortable to wear.

The old scabbard will not damage his sword.

His sword is the "Sword of Immortality"!
The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor.

Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.

Among the famous swordsmen in the martial arts world, Bai Yujing is neither a sword immortal nor a sword god, nor a sword demon or a sword saint. His sword is the most special sword, named Changsheng (Eternal Life).

What swordsman can live forever?

The world is like a tide, and people are like water. How many swordsmen can have a good end? The more talented, vigorous, and famous a swordsman is, the easier it is for him to die.

He died in a conspiracy!

He died from poison!

More often than not, they die in duels!

Swordsmen need no reason to duel.

They met, locked eyes, drew their swords, and fought.

The victor's fame grows ever stronger, until he becomes lonely at the top and, in solitude, attains enlightenment in the way of the sword.

The losers die, awaiting the next cycle.

Even powerful figures like Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, and Yan Shisan wouldn't dare claim to be immortal.

Yan Nantian, a genius disciple of the Iron-Blooded Banner Sect and a master swordsman with divine skills, was ambushed in the Valley of Villains more than a decade ago and disappeared without a trace, his fate unknown.

Only Bai Yujing is the "Sword of Immortality".

No matter what dangers he encountered, no matter how many people plotted against him, Bai Yujing always managed to escape danger by either using ingenious methods or receiving help from benefactors.

Some say that Bai Yujing received a blessing from the immortals.

Some say that Bai Yujing was the son of a prince or nobleman.

Some say that Bai Yujing was a relative of the Song Dynasty emperor.

What is longevity?

Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!
Long live, long live, long live!
Princes and their concubines can be "a thousand years old".

The current emperor can proclaim "Long live the emperor!"

Wouldn't that grant immortality?

Isn't the emperor's sword the sword of immortality?
What grants immortality is not the sword, but power!

Li Zhaoting was very interested in Bai Yujing.

One reason is the rumors circulating in the martial arts world.

One reason is the mission assigned by the sect.

Why challenge Bai Yujing to a sword duel?
Is there a grudge between the sect and Bai Yujing?
The question was perfectly answered the moment Bai Yujing was seen: the two sides did indeed have a grudge.

Bai Yujing did indeed receive a "blessing from the immortals"!
Of course, there are no saints or immortals in the world.

However, there is a terrestrial deity in the world!
What a coincidence!

Li Zhaoting poured himself a drink and enjoyed it.

Bai Yujing bathed and changed her clothes, regaining her former glory.

"You brought a lot of tails."

"Finding you is not an easy task."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Let's have a sword fight!"

"You can go to Ximen Chuixue, or you can go to Yan Shisan, why do you have to come to me?"

"My master told me to challenge you to a sword duel."

"Who is your master?"

"do not know!"

"I can probably guess."

"I guessed you could guess it too."

"What else do you know?"

"I also know that you're out of wine."

Li Zhaoting turned the wine pot upside down and shook it a few times; there wasn't a drop of wine inside, only a lingering aroma.

Bai Yujing chuckled and ordered wine to be served.

The two of them took turns drinking.

The two had neither any favors nor any grudges. If they were to draw their swords and fight each other simply because of orders from their sect, neither Li Zhaoting nor Bai Yujing would feel any desire to fight.

Having reached this level of martial arts skill, their fighting spirit has a great influence on them. The Ziwei Soft Sword is an even more powerful weapon that can only unleash its full potential when punishing evil and upholding justice.

This is very similar to Little Li Flying Dagger, Spiritual Finger, and Treading the Moon and Leaving Fragrance. It is a great test of one's inner strength. If one's intentions are not pure, the moves will inevitably go in the opposite direction.

Li Xunhuan's flying daggers never miss their mark because his opponents are evil spirits and heretics. He uses his daggers to eliminate evil, and with the blessing of justice, his flying daggers are invincible.

The Spirit Finger can clamp any weapon, especially in critical moments, allowing it to turn the tide in desperate situations and uphold the righteous path of the martial world.

Most of the opponents Chu Liuxiang encountered were stronger than him on paper. Shi Guanyin, Yuan Suiyun, Shui Mu Yin Ji, Xue Yiren, and Shi Tianwang could all push Chu Liuxiang to the brink of defeat. They truly did push Chu Liuxiang to the brink of defeat, but in the end, Chu Liuxiang was the victor. Chu Liuxiang was invincible.

Everyone who seemed capable of defeating Chu Liuxiang always failed for reasons that were either obvious or hidden. No one knew why, not even Chu Liuxiang himself.

Chu Liuxiang's explanation is justice. Because I am in a state of justice, I have endless fighting spirit. Everyone in the martial arts world knows that Chu Liuxiang is the most audacious.

No matter how much Mr. Orchid calculated and plotted, even the most vicious and unsolvable trap in history, he still managed to kill Chu Liuxiang.

The result speaks for itself!

The righteous path of the martial world is invincible.

Therefore, Chu Liuxiang will not fail.

Li Zhaoting wouldn't dare say he was a chivalrous hero like Guo Jing, nor was he a selfless and desireless knight-errant, but he still had his bottom line and wouldn't draw his sword indiscriminately.

If Li Zhaoting cannot muster the will to fight, he cannot defeat Bai Yujing. Similarly, if Bai Yujing has no will to fight, he can only last for twenty or thirty moves at most.

If the righteous are accidentally injured again, it will be an ominous sign. Even without Li Zhaoting abandoning it, the Ziwei Soft Sword will shatter its own sword heart. Divine weapons possess a spirit, and this spirit is a double-edged sword.

Li Zhaoting and Bai Yujing silently drank together.

Miao Shaotian and the others were so angry that their noses were crooked.

Who is "Li Buyi"?
He was able to drink with Bai Yujing at the same table.

"Gongsun Jing, who is this guy? Where did you find him? This kid looks shady!"

"He's a hotel guest." "I think he came for the blueprints."

“You can ask Li Buyi. He’s a fortune teller. Give him money and ask him for a reading.”

Zhang San, the White Horse, scoffed at Miao Shaotian.

Taihang Zhao Yidao sneered: "Stop talking, what's the use of saying all this? Now we should investigate his identity. Is there a master in the Central Plains named Li Buyi? In recent months, the most famous master in the martial arts world is named Li Zhaoting. It is said that Li Zhaoting has an ugly horse. Is he Li Zhaoting?"

Young Master Zhu of Wan Jintang swallowed hard; the wine Bai Yujing was drinking smelled so good that it aroused his craving for alcohol.

"Damn it, you bunch of useless trash! Let me, the young master, go and test the waters. Wait for my good news!"

Young Master Zhu swayed his round body as he walked into the inn, then plopped down on a long bench, taking up the entire bench.

"Drinking with just the two of you is no fun. Count me in. I won't take advantage of you. You drink one cup, I'll drink two. Today's drinks are all on my tab!"

Young Master Zhu threw out a gold ingot.

Fang Longxiang floated over like a ghost, and with a move of "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve," he took away the gold. He then had the waiter bring out fine wine, and Young Master Zhu broke the mud seal and gulped down the wine.

Li Zhaoting glanced at Young Master Zhu.

You bastard, what are you pretending for!

When Li Zhaoting was handling the case in Suzhou, he visited Wan Jintang, and the two met.

Pretend you don't know me...

Ha ha!

interesting!
Previously, Li Zhaoting and Bai Yujing had been drinking together, each cup a little higher than the last, and they still maintained some gentlemanly demeanor. But as soon as Young Master Zhu joined them at the table, all that demeanor vanished.

Bai Yujing is a drinker.

Li Zhaoting is a wine connoisseur.

Young Master Zhu is a beast who's being forced to drink.

He picked up the wine jar and gulped it down.

One person drank Li Zhaoting and Bai Yujing under the table.

"Snapped!"

The wine jar shattered into pieces.

Young Master Zhu wiped his mouth and laughed wildly, "Now you know how powerful I am, right? You two little chicks, you don't even have four ounces of meat on you, yet you want to compete with Fatty in drinking!"

The only response to Young Master Zhu was snoring.

Li Zhaoting and Bai Yujing were slumped over the table, reeking of alcohol, completely drunk. Even if someone was forging iron next to them, they wouldn't move an inch.

Young Master Zhu: 乂(Д三Д)乂

I looked around a few times.

Young Master Zhu picked up Bai Yujing and tossed him to the innkeeper, Fang Longxiang: "He's your friend, right? You're in charge of settling him in. Leave this little bastard to me."

Fang Longxiang stared at Young Master Zhu expressionlessly.

Young Master Zhu threw out a gold ingot.

"Is that enough?"

"Only enough for three days."

"That's too cheap! This young master is giving you one day's room rate, and the rest is a tip for you. Go find some pretty girls and serve this young master well!"

Young Master Zhu carried Li Zhaoting upstairs.

A person like him would definitely want to stay in a private room when staying at an inn.

I don't care about rent or anything like that.

It doesn't matter whether there are guests or not.

Even if Li Zhaoting is sleeping in the room that Fatty has his eye on, he has to obediently give up his bed.

Just like it is now.

Young Master Zhu lay on the large bed, his chest heaving more violently than a bellows, snoring loudly. Each time he snored, he exhaled the smell of alcohol, blowing the bed curtains away.

Li Zhaoting lay on the small bed next to him, covered with a quilt and with a towel on his head.

The smell of alcohol has been wiped away.

To restore the demeanor of a refined gentleman amidst the turbid world.

In another room, Bai Yujing was enjoying a massage from a stunningly beautiful woman named Yuan Zixia. She was the one who had gotten Bai Yujing drunk earlier; she was a very mysterious woman.

Her eyes held an indescribable affection, like a thousand soft threads that entangled Bai Yujing's hands and feet.

Bai Yujing didn't know Yuan Zixia's background, but he knew that Yuan Zixia was difficult to deal with because she possessed one of the most powerful weapons in the martial arts world...laughs!

As the saying goes, a thousand pounds of loyalty cannot compare to four ounces of a beautiful woman's bosom; another saying goes, even heroes cannot resist the charms of a beautiful woman; yet another saying goes, even the hardest steel cannot withstand the gentle touch of a silken hand.

Master Gu Long ranked seven weapons: the Longevity Sword, the Peacock Feather, the Amorous Ring, the Parting Hook, and the Overlord Spear. None of them could compare to the "smile that could topple a city" of a stunning beauty.

A smile is the most terrifying weapon in the world.

This weapon is far more lethal than the Longevity Sword, the Purple Rose Soft Sword, the Peacock Feather, and the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles. Even someone as powerful as Bai Yujing could only obediently submit to its control.

Gongsun Jing and others gathered at the inn.

They dared not reveal their identities.

Zhao Yidao disguised himself as a lotus root starch seller.

Zhang San, disguised as a street constable.

The Red-Haired Gang's experts disguised themselves as laborers carrying loads.

The most ingenious one was Gongsun Jing, who disguised himself as a corpse and was carried into the inn by his trusted subordinates.

Who would bring a coffin to the hotel?

Doing so would obviously arouse suspicion.

However, no one would doubt the dead.

The people carrying the coffin drew all the attention.

Gongsun Jing just needs to wait patiently.

Gongsun Jing is a master of hidden weapons and very patient.

Setting up a hidden weapon requires patience. You must seize the enemy's fleeting opening, and if you miss the first time, immediately flee the area and wait for the next opportunity to strike.

Masters of concealed weapons tend to live long lives.

Because they are the most cautious people in the martial arts world.

Gongsun Jing is that kind of person.

Young Master Zhu has no need to hide anything.

His physique is too conspicuous.

Even if he asked the world's number one master of disguise, the Master of No Trace, to disguise him, he still couldn't change his appearance.

Disguise is not about having seventy-two transformations.

Bone-shrinking kung fu is not Pym particles.

I have so much fat that I can't seem to get rid of it no matter what I do.

The bodyguards in black followed behind Young Master Zhu.

Everyone could see that Young Master Zhu's martial arts skills were top-notch, but his bodyguard was a third-rate scoundrel. Young Master Zhu didn't need a bodyguard; this guy was just an accessory.

Not every person in the martial arts world likes a job that pays well and has little work, especially those who are skilled in unusual weapons. They are often quite arrogant and hope to be appreciated.

Young Master Zhu wouldn't appreciate a bodyguard in black.

Because he's an undercover agent!
(End of this chapter)