Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Mu Wanqing has been "educated" quite a bit by Li Canghai these past few days. It wasn't beatings or scoldings, but rather the establishment of rules.

They said her martial arts skills were too poor, so they taught her a lot of martial arts techniques, and of course, they also taught her a lot of rules, such as how to speak at home and how to behave when she went out.

Mu Wanqing had been adventuring in the martial arts world with Qin Hongmian since she was a child, and had never been subject to such constraints before.

But Li Canghai couldn't stop the bullying of the weak by the powerful.

If they don't listen, then use direct suppression.

After a few times, although Mu Wanqing denied it verbally, her actions betrayed her.

At least now people knock before entering the hall.

"Another one?" Mu Wanqing said coldly. In recent days, through the Lingjiu Palace's channels, she had heard a lot about Qin Han having many women.

That voice definitely has a temper about it.

Zhong Ling quickly tugged at Mu Wanqing's sleeve and whispered, "Sister, eldest sister is still here..."

Li Canghai ignored Mu Wanqing's words, seemingly indicating that she still needed more discipline, and gave an order to the outside of the hall.

"Bamboo sword".

"Yes."

A clear female voice rang out from outside the hall.

"Prepare a room; Xiao Zhao will live in the palace from now on. Take her there to familiarize herself with the place."

"clear."

Li Canghai got up and carefully put away the three bamboo scrolls.

When they reached the entrance of the palace, he turned his head and glanced at Xiao Zhao.

"Do you know what my husband is going to Xiangyang for?"

Xiao Zhao shook her head, "Young Master didn't elaborate, he only said that he had something important to attend to."

Li Canghai nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions.

As I stepped out of the main hall, the night wind blew through my long hair.

This little rascal never lets himself be idle. What important matter does he have this time?

Hmph, I heard about some Liao princess last time.

What about this time?

Is he going to Xiangyang to find women again?

Li Canghai silently added a sentence in his mind.

"I'll deal with you when I get back."

……

Xiangyang.

Qin Han has been sneezing several times in the past two days for no apparent reason, and he keeps feeling like someone is thinking about him.

We are now at the foot of a barren mountain.

After a short period of restoring his breathing, his internal energy recovered to about 70-80%.

These past two days have been spent traveling at almost full speed; in my previous life, this speed was comparable to that of a commercial airliner.

While it can't maintain peak speed all the time, it can definitely maintain 70-80% of its speed.

It's at least comparable to the Five Greats in terms of strength.

Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, this mountain area is extremely desolate.

The area is covered with jagged rocks and waist-high weeds, and there isn't even a decent path.

Qin Han only had a rough guess about the exact location of Dugu Sword Tomb. According to the original work, it was located deep in a valley near Xiangyang, where a divine eagle with human-like intelligence was guarding it.

He had crossed three mountains and two streams before finally finding this secluded valley entrance as the sun began to set.

The valley entrance is narrow, and the moss and ferns on the two stone walls have already been cleared away.

Qin Han had a bad feeling...

Once you step inside, your view opens up.

There was an open area in the valley, with some dead leaves and pebbles on the ground, and some faint marks could be seen on it, as if it had been chopped by a blunt weapon.

There is no divine eagle.

Upon reaching the innermost part of the grotto, two lines of text are carved on the upper two walls:

"The Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, having no equal under heaven, buried his sword here."

"Alas! The heroes are helpless, their long swords are useless; how tragic!"

On the other side of the stone is an inscription detailing his life's swordsmanship and state of mind:

"Having roamed the martial world for over thirty years, I have slain all my enemies and defeated all heroes..."

"Throughout my life I have sought a worthy opponent but have never found one; this is truly a lonely and unbearable situation."

Each character is written with vigorous and powerful strokes, penetrating seven-tenths of the stone!

Even across the vast expanse of time, one can still almost feel the endless loneliness of that sword demon, who looked down upon the world and sought defeat but could not find it.

Qin Han's gaze slowly swept across the cave.

I saw the sharp sword stuck in the stone wall, the soft sword carelessly discarded in the corner, and the wooden sword, but I didn't see the heavy, blunt black iron sword.

"It seems Yang Guo has already been here."

Qin Han understood this and had considered it before, so he wasn't too surprised.

as expected.

It seems Yang Guo has already been here.

But it doesn't matter.

Qin Han left the stone cave and came to the center of the valley.

He raised his right hand and looked at the faint dragon pattern emerging on his arm.

The burning sensation from the tattoo intensified, and the overflowing energy within my body seemed to be compressed to a critical point.

If they don't release them soon, something really bad will happen.

Qin Han held his palms together, beginning to recreate the scene from Leigu Mountain.

He mobilized all the true energy in his dantian and guided the plundered fortune to the meridians throughout his body.

Fortune is formless and intangible, but under the influence of the dragon pattern, it becomes controllable.

"go!"

Qin Han shouted loudly.

Press both palms down, palms facing the ground.

An invisible energy poured out from his body and into the ground beneath his feet.

The earth trembled.

This scene was several times more effective than the python-patterned all-in bet back then.

That force of destiny penetrated the soil and rocks, spreading deeper and creating a mysterious connection with the valley.

The dragon pattern throbbed violently a few times, then subsided and disappeared deep into the skin.

The feeling of fullness disappeared.

That feeling of being so full I felt like I was going to explode disappeared instantly.

Qin Han exhaled.

Goodness, this time the feeling was even stronger than when he first released it at Leigu Mountain.

He received Wu Yazi's true teachings back then when he played all-in at Leigu Mountain, and also learned the Six Secrets of Aohan and the Blood Drinking Mad Saber.

What will we get from this all-in bet on Dugu Jianzhong?

Qin Han stood there and waited for a moment.

Everything was quiet and peaceful, with nothing changing.

Another cup of tea's time passed.

Nothing happened.

Qin Han frowned slightly.

Logically speaking, an opportunity should be triggered soon after going all in. Last time at Leigu Mountain, Su Xinghe came out right after I went all in.

What happened this time?

After waiting a while, Qin Han prepared to go out and come back in. Did he really have to come back in again?

Just as I reached the cave entrance, I suddenly heard a sound.

The sound of water.

It wasn't the gentle murmur of a stream, but a deeper, more resonant sound, almost booming.

It looks like a waterfall.

But when we came in before, there was no waterfall in this valley at all.

Moreover, how could there possibly be a waterfall in a valley surrounded by mountains on all sides?!

Qin Han turned and followed the sound.

After passing through a dense forest and around several jagged rocks, a crack that I hadn't noticed before came into view.

Is there a valley within a valley?

The crack was hidden between two huge rocks, concealed by thick vines and moss. If it weren't for the sound of water, one would never have discovered it.

Qin Han flicked his sleeve, shaking off the vines, and slipped into the crevice.

The crack widened as we walked deeper, the stone walls overhead grew higher, and the sound of water grew louder.

After walking about a hundred steps, I finally got a clear view of the scene before me.