Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 13 What a coincidence! You have just met me.
In the next few days, no one knew what Huang Rong was thinking, but she kept following Zhuang Bu Ran, and Guo Jing naturally followed as well.

During this period, Huang Rong acted like a demon from time to time, as if she wanted to take revenge for the anger she had suffered, but she always failed.

One day, she couldn't help but ask why she always managed to avoid eating the dishes with ingredients added.

Then I heard Zhuang Bu Ran reply lazily:

"A doctor is naturally familiar with pharmacology, and therefore well versed in poison techniques. Of course, he can tell that something is wrong."

From then on, Huang Rong no longer wanted to teach Zhuang Bu Ran a lesson by eating him.

One day, the three of them came to the bank of the Yangtze River. Guo and Huang, who had long since reconciled, jumped into the river to play in the water, while Zhuang Bu Ran was strolling on the shore. However, he heard a slight, dull sound from his chest, like the croaking of a toad.

As he practiced the Qigong for seven or eight major cycles, his entire abdomen began to make slight humming sounds, and his internal organs slowly moved, one after another, from top to bottom and from bottom to top, just like the arrival of spring, and the fields and ponds, where countless toads appeared and fell.

After Guo and Huang got ashore, they started to make a fire and took out the clothes in the pack to change into. While Guo Jing was drying his wet clothes, he looked at Zhuang Bu Ran who was still practicing diligently and couldn't help but sigh:

"After all these days, I finally understand why Brother Zhuang, at such a young age, has such profound martial arts skills. He even practices while walking and resting."

He said this, deliberately lowering his voice:
"Rong'er, I've discovered that he is truly a rare martial arts genius in the world."

"What do you mean?" Huang Rong looked puzzled.

"Master Ma of the Quanzhen Sect taught me some techniques for breathing, sitting, walking, and sleeping. Later, I learned that these were authentic Xuanmen internal exercises."

"I noticed a couple of days ago that Brother Zhuang's actions seemed to be increasingly similar to mine, and that's when I started paying close attention."

"I finally understood. Through our frequent interactions during this period, he had grasped the essence of Quanzhen Sect's internal energy from my daily breathing, sitting, walking, and sleeping."

Huang Rong was so angry after hearing this:
"Oh, we're really at a loss. I cook every day, and you let him learn the inner skills secretly."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She had originally intended to seek revenge and vent her anger, but she hadn't expected that the longer she stayed with someone, the more losses she would suffer.

"I was wondering, given his martial arts-obsessed nature, he shouldn't like interacting with people. Why would he let us stay around him all the time?"

Huang Rong gritted her teeth secretly: "Now everything makes sense. It turns out there was another plan."

"Rong'er, Taoist Ma taught me the internal skills, and Brother Zhuang watched it for himself. It shouldn't be considered that I taught it privately, right?" Guo Jing said with a wry smile.

"Of course not. Who would have thought there were such evildoers in the world? Most Xuanmen martial arts require a thorough understanding of Taoist terminology. Otherwise, if you're not careful, you might go astray."

"But this person is so good that he can steal martial arts from other people's daily lives."

Huang Rong turned her head to look at Zhuang Bu Ran who was still practicing:
"God is truly blind. How could he allow such a person to appear? He should be struck to death by a thunderbolt. It's ok for him to be a genius, but he works himself to death. How can all the martial artists in the world cope with this?"

She turned back to look at Guo Jing, a sly smile on her pretty face:
"Brother Jing, doesn't he look like he's being chased by a dog? That's why he can only keep running forward."

"Rong'er, Brother Zhuang is just practicing diligently. Did he offend you?"

Huang Rong was immediately displeased when she heard what Guo Jing said: "Whose side are you on? He secretly learned your internal skills, and you actually defended him."

Guo Jing looked hesitant, unsure of what to say. From his perspective, Zhuang Buran was Huang Rong's closest blood relative. Even though their relationship might seem strained, they were still family. He was caught in the middle, feeling awkward and unable to say much. He could only try his best to balance the two.

Afterwards, after the wet clothes dried, Huang Rong, who was in a bad mood, simply asked Guo Jing to buy three chickens and planned to make beggar's chicken.

When Huang Rong's beggar's chicken was almost ready, Zhuang Bu Ran stopped.

"Hey, Mr. Zhuang, you've been eating my free food for so many days, and you even cunningly stole Brother Jing's authentic Xuanmen internal skills. Don't you have any expression for that?"

"Learn secretly? Why do you say that? It was obviously you who created the opportunity for me to learn openly!" Zhuang Bu Ran raised his eyebrows.

"Shameless little thief." Huang Rong said hatefully.

Zhuang Buyan spoke calmly:
"If you hadn't followed me, how would Guo Jing have caught up with me, and how could we have traveled together? Since that's the case, since I'm free anyway, I might as well learn something and make up for my own shortcomings in martial arts."

At the end he did not forget to say:
"Oh, you want to express your gratitude, right? Then I, Zhuang, would like to express my gratitude in advance. I really can't refuse your kindness."

Such words were like rubbing salt into the wound. Huang Rong was so angry that she threw a beggar chicken roasted on the fire at Zhuang Bu Ran's head.

"Zhuang's martial arts skills are so strong that he can be said to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire. You seem to be just throwing food away."

Zhuang Buyan quickly and efficiently peeled off the mud from the beggar's chicken. The chicken feathers fell with the mud, revealing the tender white chicken meat, and then a rich aroma hit his face.

He was about to make a move when his expression froze, as if he had noticed something.

Huang Rong noticed that Zhuang Bu Ran didn't eat as usual and started to eat first, so she had a mocking look on her face.
"Oh, is it because you have a change of heart or are you feeling guilty that you waited for us to eat together today."

At this moment, Guo and Huang were startled when they heard a sudden shout from the treetops not far away:
"Little brother, isn't a whole beggar's chicken a bit too much for one person? Why don't you tear it into two portions? Remember to give me the one with the chicken butt."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man jumped down from the treetop. The three of them looked and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a beggar. He had a rectangular face, a slight beard under his chin, big hands and feet, and his clothes were patched here and there, but they were washed clean and looked very neat.

In his hand he held a green bamboo stick as bright as jade, and on his back he carried a large vermilion lacquered gourd, with a greedy and anxious look on his face.

"Zhuang is young and strong, has a big appetite, and is always very protective of his food."

Zhuang Bu Ran recognized who it was, but he didn't give him any face and refused directly:
"So, no."

"Good boy, this old beggar has never met a young man like you who doesn't give face." Hong Qigong shook his head and laughed.

"That's such a coincidence, you've met him now." Zhuang Bu Ran looked calm and composed.

Hong Qigong was choked and couldn't help but look at Zhuang Bu Ran carefully:
"Boy, don't you know how to respect your elders?"

"I really don't know." Zhuang Bu Ran uttered a few words.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet someone with a personality conflict with this old beggar again today."

Hong Qigong kept looking at Zhuang Bu Ran:
"When I saw you, I couldn't help but think of an old friend. But when I looked at you more closely, I found that you looked like another old friend of the old beggar. It was really strange."

(End of this chapter)