Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 57: A "Specialized Martial Art" Surpassing Dugu Qiubai

Two plumes of toxic smoke simultaneously rushed towards the apricot grove.

Outside the apricot grove, an old Taoist priest with a fair face and red lips, holding a whisk, pretended to chant incantations and make hand seals. The wind direction changed as the old priest formed hand seals.

The essence of smoke-related toxins lies not in the toxicity itself, but in the wind direction—in short, it's all about the weather.

When the heavens are on your side, a fierce wind carrying a massive amount of poisonous powder sweeps past the enemy, utterly destroying their entire sect.

When God turns his back on something, the poisonous smoke is blown back by a strong wind, allowing his own experts to absorb it all.

To improve this situation, some masters skilled in the unity of man and nature created methods for controlling wind and fog on a small scale. The most skilled in this method is... the Ming Cult!
The Ming Cult was originally named the Great Ming Zun Cult. The earliest records of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains martial arts world can be traced back to the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

During the Sui Dynasty, Xu Kaishan, the leader of the Great Ming Sect, preached among the Uyghur tribes, and his influence expanded rapidly. At its peak, the Ming Sect was no less powerful than the Yin Gui Sect.

Unfortunately, Xu Kaishan liked to play the fool to take advantage of others. He played the fool too many times, lost his martial arts spirit, and turned into a big fat pig. In the end, he died a very frustrating death.

After Xu Kaishan's death, the lineage of the Great Ming Zun Sect was divided among the Holy Son, the Holy Mother, the Five Mingzi, and others.

Some of them fled to Kunlun, where they recuperated and established the Kunlun Ming Cult at Bright Summit.

Some of them were hiding in various parts of the Central Plains, and had considerable connections in Liangzhe Road and Lingnan. Tang Songting once wiped out two branch sects, and the Ming Cult fell into silence after that.

The direct lineage of the Great Ming Venerable Sect, the "Scripture of Wisdom that Controls All Laws and Their Roots," can unlock the divine treasures of wisdom, allowing one to control matter with spirit and manipulate elements such as earth, fire, wind, and water.

Controlling the wind is not about summoning wind and rain, but about acting in accordance with the natural forces of nature, leveraging their power, and guiding the wind direction by achieving harmony between humanity and nature.

The old rascal wearing a Taoist robe may not actually be a Taoist priest.

The Ming Cult's disciples are diverse, and anyone can join the Ming Cult. The five wandering disciples of the Kunlun Ming Cult include Buddhists, Taoists, Confucians, wandering disciples, and eclectic scholars.

Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy of Light, established the Four Gates of Heaven, Earth, Wind, and Thunder outside the Five Elements Banner. The "Wind Gate" included monks, Taoists, and people from all walks of life, a mixed bag.

It is said that, outside of the Heavenly Stars and Earthly Fiends list, below the One Immortal, Two Buddhas, and Three Demon Lords, there is a "Five Evils," which refers to five wicked and unorthodox sects, including Buddhists, Taoists, and wandering martial artists, who are actually all evil spirits.

Some were in the Qing Dynasty, some in the Yuan Dynasty, and some were hidden in the deep mountains and forests, serving the Wanyan family. This old Taoist priest with sparse hair was probably one of their successors.

The old Taoist priest was performing the Yu Step, chanting incantations.

Suddenly, the crown on his head exploded, and the old Taoist priest, with his hair disheveled, held a peach wood sword in one hand and a copper bell in the other, and shouted loudly at the sky, causing the wind to double in strength.

Thick smoke billowed over the apricot grove.

The safflower fragrance mist from the Western Xia Yipintang can leave one feeling utterly weak, with tears streaming down one's face, leaving one helpless and awaiting death.

The Qilin cigarettes used by the Manchu Qing Dynasty's Sticky Pole Office came from a cult that had a grudge against the Beggars' Sect. They were extremely poisonous, causing people to foam at the mouth, feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, and suffocate to death.

This assassination plot against the Beggars' Sect is led by the Manchu Qing dynasty, with the Western Xia and the Eastern Ying as accomplices. The goal is to annihilate the Beggars' Sect's elite forces and install a puppet leader.

Both the Junshan headquarters and the West Lake Plum Manor have secret assassins stationed there to kill Ren Ci and Hong Qigong. Even the lone wolf Dai Duxing is being hunted down by assassins.

When it moves, it is as powerful as thunder.

If Qiao Feng had participated in the conference alone, he would likely have been ambushed. Fortunately, Li Zhaoting noticed the problem in time and acted decisively, launching a surprise attack.

All the experts Quan Guanqing had invited to deal with Qiao Feng were forcibly pulled to Li Zhaoting's side.

They must fight to the death to kill the alien race.

Only in this way can they clear themselves of suspicion.

The martial arts world in the Central Plains is extremely xenophobic.

These old fogies cherish their reputation the most, and this time they've been tricked by foreign spies and ended up covered in dog shit.

Only blood can cleanse the filth.

Only killing can quell the doubts.

Only by risking his life can he salvage his reputation.

Without a word, from drawing their swords to striking, it took no more than three seconds. Most of the seasoned veterans were already prepared and followed Li Zhaoting to besiege the alien race.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three streaks of purple light flashed by.

Three Japanese ninjas were beheaded by the Purple Soft Sword.

The Purple Rose Soft Sword trembled rapidly, sensing Li Zhaoting's determination. The sword's edge shone brightly, and the aura of purple energy from the east revealed a touch of blood red.

Li Zhaoting's murderous aura, resolute killing intent, ruthless moves, and swiftness of killing surpassed even his killing of Ye Erniang in Dali by three or four levels.

Even if Dugu Qiubai were reborn, he would not have such a resolute will. The divine weapon has a spirit, and at this moment, the Ziwei Soft Sword and Li Zhaoting are completely integrated.

The Ziwei Soft Sword was originally Dugu Qiubai's personal sword. It was a precious sword forged based on Dugu Qiubai's height, arm length, and finger length. It was not a universal design and there were some minor discrepancies, especially in the sword's center of gravity.

At this moment, the swordsman and his divine weapon become one.

Its compatibility surpasses that of Dugu Qiubai.

In the past, Dugu Qiubai abandoned his sword, but the Ziwei Soft Sword retained its divine weapon power, quietly awaiting a new master.

If Li Zhaoting were to abandon his sword, the Purple Rose Soft Sword would inevitably become dull and rusty, turning into a piece of broken copper and scrap iron, unsuitable even for chopping wood, let alone for killing people.

The Purple Rose Soft Sword has come to life.

Like a serpent, like a vine, like a flying dragon, it moved with Li Zhaoting's changing emotions, striking freely and unrestrainedly, like Zhang Xu in a drunken stupor, like a banished immortal reaching for the moon, every move it made was perfect and breathtaking.

If the world is imperfect, how can any technique be perfect?

Ultimate perfection is ultimate imperfection.

Li Zhaoting's thoughts, killing intent, and determination were all in an extreme state, far from perfect, but the more passionate he became, the more powerful his sword energy and sword light became.

When Zhang Xu was drunk, he took off his hat and used his hair to dip in ink to write wildly. Was his handwriting really perfect? ​​Of course not, but it was the wildest cursive script ever.

The Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion is considered the best in the world, the Mount Everest of calligraphy, unmatched by anyone who has seen the original. However, if you have seen the original, you will know that there are traces of erasure on it.

When the mind is right, the mood is right, and with a solid foundation honed through countless trials, masterful skills, and unparalleled spirit, so-called "imperfections" are no longer fatal flaws, but rather the most exquisite embellishments.

It's easier said than done. Throughout history, how many people have been able to calmly lay a solid foundation? How many have been able to trigger a sudden burst of inspiration? How many have been able to go all in when inspiration strikes? How many have been able to fuse foundation, inspiration, and courage into one, and when the time, place, and people are all in sync, unleash their true selves without reservation?

A sudden spiritual awakening, a complete immersion in self-forgetfulness.

There is no secret to immortality, no sword of immortality, no victory or defeat, no grudges or honors, only the trajectory of a figure soaring through the air, only an unwavering heart.

Well-trained Japanese ninjas, blood-stained spies, and treacherous Manchu eunuchs—all were no match for the Purple Star Sword's light.

"clang"

A samurai sword blocked Li Zhaoting's path.

"You idiot, how dare you..."

"Noisy!"

The anger between Li Zhaoting's brows solidified, and blood-red demonic patterns condensed on his jade-like skin. One demonic pattern ran through the center line, and two demonic patterns split on both sides.

At this moment, Li Zhaoting was neither a gentle and refined scholar nor a wise and shrewd fortune teller, but a bloodthirsty and madman fighting a bloodbath.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword coiled upwards, and as his body moved in a blur, an arm flew into the air.

The Japanese samurai was horrified. The sword was so fast that even as his severed arm flew into the air, he felt no pain, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito. A sharp pain shot through his heart.

Li Zhaoting used his left hand in a move reminiscent of Su Qin carrying a sword, shooting out sword energy from his little finger that pierced through his back.

Qiao Feng's mental state was extremely unstable after his true identity was revealed. Only when he smelled blood did he suppress his chaotic emotions and unleash the ferocity in his bones.

Qiao Feng is a chivalrous hero, not a Confucian hero, nor a saint who repays evil with kindness. He believes in settling scores and repaying debts. If you push Qiao Feng too far, he will become another kind of demon.

That thief is despicable!

Qiao Feng couldn't determine the truth of his origins for the time being, but he knew that today's ambush was a trap aimed at him. Since the enemy had already made their move, Qiao Feng certainly wouldn't hold back.

"Ouch~~"

A dragon's roar rose from the apricot grove.

Qiao Feng waved his hand and used the move "Dragon Appears in the Field" to send the assassin who launched the sneak attack flying more than ten meters away. He then followed up with a forward punch, sending two Japanese ninjas flying.

Taizu Long Fist!

The boxing style created by Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyin built the mighty Song Dynasty with just his fists and a staff. His martial arts were superb, sweeping across the land. Naturally, the martial arts he passed down must have been extraordinary.

Taizu Changquan is a powerful and bold style of martial arts. People of all ages, genders, and professions, including monks and Taoists, can use Taizu Changquan to improve their health and become more proficient with practice.

Like Shaolin Luohan Fist and Wudang Mianzhang, they are both beginner-level skills and highly promising ultimate techniques. Those who don't want to put in the effort can use them to improve their health, while those who focus on them will become stronger and stronger. Their versatility is unparalleled.

Only martial arts masters who cultivate both inner and outer strength, achieve harmony between humanity and nature, and attain divine enlightenment can create "fitness exercises" based on the characteristics of the human body.

Qiao Feng became a disciple of the Shaolin monk Xuanku at the age of eight. Following the Shaolin training model, he learned from Luohan Fist and Weituo Palm, progressing upwards. At the age of fourteen, he learned the Demon Subduing Palm. After graduating from the Shaolin Martial Arts School, he pursued postgraduate studies at the Beggars' Sect Martial Arts School. At the age of twenty-two, he passed the examination and became the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

After eight or nine years of diligent work, the Beggars' Clan has shown signs of becoming the largest gang in the world. The Beggars' Clan has a loose structure, and its current prestige is largely due to the efforts of Qiao Feng.

This is not an exaggeration of Xiao Feng.

This is the truth.

Unlike other gangs, the Beggars' Sect's power rests entirely on its leader. If Qiao Feng, Hong Qigong, or Huang Rong were to serve as leaders, the Beggars' Sect would be a top-tier gang in the martial arts world.

If mediocre individuals like Zhou Ji, Lü Qing, and Yi Zhongmou were to become gang leaders, they would inevitably be beaten senseless by the Fourfold Asura Yin Sha Technique.

If it's someone as useless as Jie Feng, the Beggars' Sect might as well give up and go to sleep; they have no future in this life.

The leader of the gang is strong, and so is the Beggars' Gang.

The leader of the gang is weak, and the Beggars' Gang is weak.

The leader is strong, overshadowing the elders.

The leader is weak, and the elders are not up to the task.

This is an unsolvable contradiction.

Qiao Feng chose to turn a blind eye.

Hong Qigong chose to avoid seeing it and being bothered by it.

Even the "female Zhuge Liang" Huang Rong could only rely on the pressure of war, coupled with Guo Jing's martial prowess, to forcefully suppress the conflicts and turn the Beggars' Sect into a family business.

Not to mention the pressure from the imperial court.

Numerous contradictions, a tangled mess.

Qiao Feng had no time to think about these issues.

To hell with his background, to hell with the imperial court, to hell with heroism and chivalry, Qiao Feng now only wants a final battle, only wants to kill to his heart's content.

Qiao Feng wielded the invincible Dragon Subduing Palm with his left hand, and with his right hand, he snatched a bronze staff. He was tall and strong, and what others used as a staff to reach their eyebrows, Qiao Feng weighed and used as a walking stick, unleashing the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.

The Dog-Beating Stick Technique is exquisite, relying on clever moves to defeat enemies. Although it contains many unorthodox and strange tricks, the Beggars' Gang's kung fu is definitely based on gentleness.

In the original story, Xu Zhu felt that the Dog-Beating Stick Technique was exquisite but lacked power, and was not as good as the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, because he possessed the lifelong power of the Three Elders of Xiaoyao.

With Xu Zhu's skill level at the end of Tian Long Ba Bu, how many people could withstand him if he swung his whip and mace around randomly?

The problems that Xu Zhu could discover, Qiao Feng could also discover, and he consciously modified the style of the staff technique, adding a few powerful variations to the exquisite changes.

If one's skill is insufficient or one's adaptability is lacking, one can use the left hand to perform the Dragon Subduing Palm technique, using palm techniques to compensate for the shortcomings of the staff technique, thus integrating the Beggars' Sect's unique skills into one.

One hand is fierce and domineering, the other is exquisite and ingenious.

One hand is extremely large and powerful, while the other hand leverages external forces to generate power.

One hand is simple and sharp, the other is flashy and elaborate.

One hand moves straight and direct, the other twists and turns endlessly.

The interplay of yin and yang, a balance of strength and gentleness that would be impossible for ordinary people, was effortless for Qiao Feng. He could easily win people's hearts with a move he made casually.

They surrounded Yipintang and the sticky pole area.

Hundreds of Beggars' Sect disciples fell victim to the poisonous smoke.

Even with Blue Phoenix's help to remove the poison, with so much poisonous smoke sweeping in, plus the added chaos from experts, who could stay calm in such a chaotic battlefield?
"Whoosh!"

The Purple Rose Soft Sword slashed towards Kang Min.

Kang Min was so frightened that she urinated and defecated incessantly.

Just then, Lan Fenghuang flicked her finger, and a Gu worm crawled onto Kang Min's ankle and bit her hard, causing Kang Min to fall into a trance.

Miao Gu Technique: Bewitching Gu!
It's not a bewitching spell, but rather a way to fully unleash emotions, making anger even angrier, resentment even more intense, and pain even more excruciating.

Extreme emotional changes overwhelm reason.

It makes people confess the truth without them even realizing it.

Kang Min, who knew no martial arts, was already terrified amidst the mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and severed limbs. The way Li Zhaoting looked at her like an ant fueled her rage, leaving her with nothing but resentment and disregarding everything else!

"You son of a bitch! You dare to ignore me? I'll ruin your reputation!"

"Li Zhaoting, I'm beeping beeping beeping..."

Kang Min was a frail woman with a soft voice, speaking in a low, gentle tone. In the midst of the battlefield, where everyone was wielding swords and killing each other, who would care about Kang Min?

Of course!
One is Bai Shijing, who is infatuated with Kang Min's beauty.

Secondly, they are a "burden" because they don't know martial arts.

For example, Master Zhiguang was originally ranked thirty-third on the Earthly Fiends list. Later, a plague broke out in a certain place. In order to treat the plague, he went overseas to collect medicinal herbs. While collecting herbs, he was poisoned by miasma, and all his martial arts skills were lost.

They gathered together, and Duan Yu protected them.

Li Zhaoting brandished his sword to frighten Kang Min, while Lan Fenghuang used a mind-altering poison to stimulate Kang Min's mind and will. How could Kang Min withstand this? She lost all reason.

Then, she vented her anger by shouting everything out!

(End of this chapter)