Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 49 The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: I've Got All the Wrong Ideas?
Liu Mansion.

The melee is over.

The courtyard was littered with corpses lying haphazardly.

Some were disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, some were maids and servants of the Liu family, and some were assassins in black. The leader of the assassins was shot in the chest and pinned to the ground by Tang Zhuquan.

Tianmen, Ding Mian, Ding Yi, Mo Da, Fei Bin and other masters were all seriously injured. Even Yuan Chengzhi was stabbed three or four times, but fortunately none of them hit vital organs.

Mu Renqing clutched his chest, his face ashen.

There was a corpse lying next to me.

The corpse belonged to an ordinary maid in the Liu household. She had been replaced at some unknown time and suddenly launched an assassination attempt at the end of the battle, piercing Mu Renqing's chest with a single sword.

Liu Zhengfeng was the most seriously injured.

The assassin hadn't killed him, but instead pierced his vital organs, leaving him with a breath.

The last breath of life before death.

Tang Zhuquan, panting, cursed, "Who are these people? Who have you messed with?"

Liu Zhengfeng smiled bitterly: "What's the point of saying all this now? They spared my life to test whether I knew this secret. If I told you, my whole family would be wiped out."

Ding Mian waved his hand to indicate his refusal.

Tianmen coughed twice and then fainted.

Master Dingyi closed her eyes and recited scriptures.

Mo Da looked distressed, his face covered in blood.

Mu Renqing fell into a deep coma without hesitation and whispered to Yuan Chengzhi to carry him and run quickly.

To be honest, these people are quite lucky.

Liu Zhengfeng invited the Hengshan Sect!
The Hengshan School is most skilled at treating sprains and bruises!

At least their lives can be saved; whether they can regain their martial arts skills is uncertain.

Normally, Ding Mian would definitely cause a ruckus, but now he only regrets that his parents didn't have two more legs, and he wishes he could return to Mount Song immediately and never pay attention to these things again.

Liu Zhengfeng gave a bitter laugh and handed the Liu family land deed to Mo Da: "Senior brother, I'm sorry. I have nothing to compensate you with but this money."

"Junior brother! Why did it have to come to this!"

Mo Da's face was filled with grief and indignation.

What else could Liu Zhengfeng say?
With a long sigh, he instructed the remaining disciples to all become disciples of the Mo family, and then he staggered off to the depths of Hengshan.

Everyone knows that the place Liu Zhengfeng went to last must contain a great secret, but how many people dare to follow him? Aren't they afraid of being silenced?
Some people are afraid!
Some people aren't afraid!
Some people are born with incredible audacity!
……

Mount Heng has seventy-two peaks and is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, making it a suitable place to build safe houses. Liu Zhengfeng has a bamboo house deep in Mount Heng, which is where he used to live in seclusion.

Qu Yang had been waiting there for a long time.

He knew that Liu Zhengfeng would definitely come.

The two looked at each other with a bleak expression.

Without complaint, without resentment, and without uttering a single extra word, he took out his personal musical instrument.

Qu Yang gently stroked the zither.

Liu Zhengfeng plays the xiao (vertical bamboo flute).

The two top assassins severely injured the two men, giving them time to make their own arrangements and see if Qu Yang had revealed any secrets or left any cryptic messages.

As it turns out, the assassin had misunderstood.

Qu Yang avoided these matters at all costs.

Liu Zhengfeng was too lazy to bother with these matters.

They just wanted to finish one last performance together.

All the conspiracies and schemes, the grudges and grievances between the high court and the far reaches of the world, were cast aside.

Whether it's the Seven Eagles of Chongqing or the elders of the Demonic Sect, there's no need to dwell on their rights and wrongs, or get entangled in them.

The waterfall cascades down with a loud gurgling sound.

The sounds of the zither and flute echoed throughout the valley.

The two played "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," a piece derived from the ancient masterpiece "Guangling San." They revised and modified the incomplete score to create the final composition.

It should be noted that "Guangling San" is not a piece of music for expressing feelings in a gentle breeze and under the bright moon, but rather a piece full of passion and fervor, the melody of which originated from an assassin.

This assassin's name is... Nie Zheng!
When Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, a white rainbow pierced the sun!

This is the "Nie Zheng".

Nie Zheng is included in "Biographies of Assassins", but according to the definition of an assassin, he does not belong to the assassin category.

Assassins like Jing Ke, Yu Rang, Zhuan Zhu, and Yao Li all disguised themselves, used self-inflicted injury to deceive their opponents, and then seized the opportunity to strike a fatal blow; these are all assassin techniques.

Nie Zheng charged into the Prime Minister's residence with his sword, unleashing his full power against a group of guards. He single-handedly cut through the guards with his sword, slashing and killing his target before disfiguring himself.

Is this an assassin?

This is clearly a berserker!
Based on this historical period, the melody of "Guangling San" is naturally stirring. The score includes section titles such as "Assassinating Han," "Raging with a Crown," "Getting Angry," and "Reporting with a Sword."

Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng certainly didn't have Nie Zheng's courage and decisiveness, but on the verge of death, they let go of everything, and their melody was filled with relief, giving them a strange kind of carefree spirit.

Li Zhaoting and Feng Suzhen listened intently.

Be a witness to this wonderful ensemble performance.

On the nearest mountain peak, a gaunt and slender swordsman sat in a pavilion, listening quietly, neither drawing his sword nor revealing the slightest hint of killing intent.

The person blends seamlessly with the pavilion, resembling a bird in the jungle or a wooden stake.

He is the leader of the assassins.

However, he is not the person in charge.

He was the one responsible for cleaning up the mess.

He has to clean up the traces and erase the evidence. If the assassin in black messes up, he'll have to clean up the mess.

After completing a mission, assassins sometimes need to kill people to cover their tracks in order to prevent the secret from being leaked.

His name is... Feng Yihan!
According to the original plan, Feng Yihan would kill all the assassins, leaving behind a headless unsolved case.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

Li Zhaoting's martial arts skills far exceeded expectations.

Long Qianshan was killed by Li Zhaoting.

Long Qianshan's apprentice was killed by Tang Zhuquan.

Feng Suzhen and Lan Fenghuang were unharmed.

Feng Yihan was not confident that he could escape unscathed.

Feng Yihan could outrun the poisonous clouds, but he couldn't outrun the sound.

The Demon-Slaying Harp is the nemesis of assassins.

Unless one's lightness skill is faster than their sound, as long as they leave a trace of their attack, they will be countered by the music. Once their mind is disturbed by the music, they might as well buy a coffin.

Blue Phoenix will poison him without hesitation!

When it comes to fighting alone, Feng Yihan fears no one.

With a combined attack, Feng Yihan is doomed.

Feng Yihan looked down at the valley.

Two sharp gazes met their eyes.

Li Zhaoting and Feng Yihan exchanged glances.

The two of them ran up and down the mountain without prior arrangement.

They went up and down, and soon met halfway up the mountain.

“You can’t beat me now!” Feng Yihan looked calmly at Li Zhaoting.

"I want to run away, and you can't stop me!"

Li Zhaoting looked at Feng Yihan with complete confidence.

"You've come to talk business with me?"

"How about we make a deal?"

You want me to stop?

“I have no objection to you killing Qu Yang, but some people are innocent. Too many people have died tonight.”

"Why do you negotiate terms with me?"

"I'll trade one of my people for you."

"Who?"

“You should know about the Luzhou case, right? In the Luzhou case, I caught a Liao spy named Xiao Jun, a Liao imperial relative. He was very valuable.”

Where is Xiao Jun?

"Of course, in Luzhou, the Imperial City Guard's target was Boss Qian and his group, and they overlooked Xiao Jun's identity."

"They can't possibly ignore these things!"

“I didn’t write the case report. The person in charge of writing the report didn’t know Xiao Jun’s background. Given the nature of the Imperial City Guard, they would definitely take what’s right in front of them first.”

“Li Zhaoting, you are a genius swordsman, a rising star in the martial arts world. Stop investigating. This matter is extremely complicated. Don’t get involved.”

"I have three questions."

I will try my best to answer your questions.

Why was my father exiled to Lingnan?

"Punished for words!"

Did my father serve in the imperial palace?

"Absolutely not!"

"Do I have any imperial physicians or eunuchs in my household?"

"never heard of that!"

"Am I thinking the wrong thing?"

"Judging from your question just now, you must have been misled. Don't think too much about it, and don't investigate this case anymore. It won't do you any good."

"Thanks for the reminder. In return, I can do you a favor and give you a good beating!"

"Beat him up?"

"You've messed things up and you want to go back unscathed?"

"Uh... let's get started!"

Feng Yihan drew his sword and pointed it at Li Zhaoting.

A murderous glint flashed in Li Zhaoting's eyes.

"Do you know that I am an expert in face reading?"

What will my fate be like from now on?

"When the birds are all gone, the bow is put away; when the rabbit is dead, the dog is cooked."

How many years do I have left to live?

"No more than three months."

"You talk like a fortune teller."

"I am telling the truth!"

"maybe!"

Feng Yihan remained unmoved.

Suddenly, the two swords clashed together.

The sounds of swords clashing, the roar of waterfalls, and the fading strains of Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang's zither music echoed through the valley, creating a stirring melody.

Swordsmanship, killing intent, waterfalls, zithers and flutes combine to form a complete melody, the ancient "Guangling San," which reappears in the valley, fully embodying the heroic spirit of the martial world.

The melodies of the qin and xiao are extremely complex and varied, while the sword techniques are extremely fast, precise, and simple, sometimes completely reversed. The qin and xiao tunes are both popular and elegant, while the sword techniques are extremely varied.

Feng Suzhen sat cross-legged, with the famous Tang Dynasty zither, Jiuxiao Huanpei, lying across her knees. She played the zither in response, while Lan Fenghuang took out a whistle and played a Miao folk tune.

The music, including Guangling San, Xiao Ao Jiang Hu, Pu An Zhou, and Miao Jiang Xiao Diao, was not originally in harmony, not to mention the roar of swordplay. However, in a strange feeling of being completely immersed in the music, all the sounds in the valley became harmonious and integrated with the heaven and earth.

It's not about the unity of heaven and man, but rather the unity of heaven, earth, and man.

"Zheng!"

The song is over.

"Qiang!"

The sword was sheathed.

The intense killing intent had long since dissipated, leaving only the bright moon in the sky, the twinkling stars, and the shadows of the trees in the forest.

Qu Yang sighed, "Being able to play a duet with Brother Liu before I die, with many other heroes generously harmonizing with me, I have no regrets in this life. It's just a pity that innocent people were implicated."

Liu Zhengfeng looked somewhat distressed.

"What other wishes do you have?"

Feng Suzhen asked softly.

Liu Zhengfeng shook his head.

He has already made arrangements for his funeral.

Qu Yang glanced at Qu Feiyan.

Qu Feiyan looked at Feng Suzhen obediently.

Feng Suzhen said, "Follow me!"

"Thank you, Lady Feng. In principle, I should give you all my martial arts skills and tell you all the secrets I have ever known. But my martial arts are all evil, and secrets will bring disaster. All I have left is a musical score."

Qu Yang handed the sheet music to Feng Suzhen.

Li Zhaoting said, "I won't ask about that secret. I'm only curious about one thing: do I really look a lot like your sworn brother, Li Si?"

Qu Yang nodded: "Ling Datang, Zhang San, Li Si, Yang Wu, Zhu Liu, Zhuo Qi, I am Zhuo Qi. You are much more handsome than Li Si, but your eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar. When I first saw you, I did think of Li Si."

My father is the second oldest in his family.

“Your father is definitely not Li Si.”

Do you recognize my swordsmanship?

"Why ask this question?"

"I'm very curious about who my master is?"

"Your swordsmanship...your master..."

Qu Yang, having served as a palace guard, was a man of wide experience. Recalling the scene of Li Zhaoting's attack, a handsome and dashing figure flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Young Master Li, this question..."

"Is my master's identity very mysterious?"

"You should ask Master Zhang."

"My master often challenged Master Zhang to fights."

(End of this chapter)