Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Chen Yanzhou felt that he had never been this unlucky in his life, no, in both his past and present lives.

His last memory was of falling into an uncovered manhole while trying to avoid a scooter that ran a red light on his way home from work. The feeling was cold, weightless, and then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, the world had become very strange.

It was blurry and I couldn't see anything clearly, as if I were looking through frosted glass.

My ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear what the people outside were saying.

The worst part was that when he tried to move, he found that his limbs were as weak as noodles and completely unresponsive.

"Am I... paralyzed?"

A terrifying thought popped into his head, scaring him so much he almost lost his mind.

He tried desperately to shout and yell, but all he could manage were a series of incoherent "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.

When the sound came out, Chen Yanzhou was stunned.

Isn't that the sound of a baby crying?

His heart skipped a beat, and an even more outrageous and frightening guess popped into his mind: Could he have... been reincarnated?

Before he could process this astonishing fact, he felt himself being lifted up by a pair of rough but still warm hands. A blurry figure approached him, and a stench of rancidity mixed with a faint smell of alcohol wafted towards him.

"Oh dear, in this desolate wilderness, which heartless parents abandoned such a little child here?" A hoarse yet loud voice rang out above him, making his ears ring.

Chen Yanzhou felt extremely grief-stricken and indignant.

Good heavens, not only did I become a baby, but I also became an abandoned baby! This is hellish difficulty right from the start! When other people transmigrate, they are either princes or young masters, or at least from well-off families. How come I was just thrown into the wild?

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and desperate he felt. In his previous life, he worked diligently as a corporate slave and never enjoyed a single day of happiness. In this life, he was thrown out right from the start. God, do you not like me?

Unable to hold back his tears of grievance any longer, he let out a loud "waaaah!" as he cried out in pain, mingling with the instinctive wailing of a baby.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, don't cry, little one, don't cry." The old man holding him seemed a bit helpless, awkwardly shaking him. "Your crying breaks my heart. Well, you're lucky you met me. Come on, old beggar, I'll take you to find something to eat!"

Chen Yanzhou felt even more desperate. An old beggar?

It's over, it's really over. I'm an abandoned baby, picked up by an old beggar. What hope is there for the future? Beg with him? At least I was a white-collar worker in my past life, and now I'm starting as a professional beggar?

He cried even harder.

The old man carried him, muttering to himself as they walked.

"You little brat, you have quite a loud voice, full of energy. You're a good prospect for martial arts! It's a pity that you're following an old beggar like me. At most, you'll only learn a couple of dog-fighting skills to steal territory and beg for food."

Chen Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat. Martial arts? The skill of beating a dog?

He suddenly remembered something, and his crying subsided a little. He tried to open his eyes, which were still not very clear, to see the old beggar's appearance clearly.

The old man was dressed in tattered clothes covered in patches, his hair was messy, and his beard looked like it hadn't been groomed in a long time, with food scraps stuck to it. He carried a large gourd on his back and leaned on a shiny green bamboo cane.

This image... why does it look so familiar?

The old beggar was highly skilled in martial arts, loved to drink, and carried an abnormally green stick...

No way...

His heart was pounding, and he was so nervous that he forgot to cry.

Just as he was pondering, the old beggar leaped and shifted several times, arriving at a village.

"Hey boss, where have you been drinking again? There's a ton of stuff going on in the gang!" A rather rough voice came from not far away.

Chen Yanzhou looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man, also dressed in beggar's clothes but looking much cleaner and more organized, walking quickly over.

The old beggar chuckled and said nonchalantly, "What's the rush, Elder Lu? No matter how important the matter, we have to fill our stomachs first. Look, I've found something good."

As he spoke, he handed Chen Yanzhou, whom he was holding, forward.

Elder Lu? Lu with feet?

So the disheveled old beggar who picked him up was none other than the leader of the Beggars' Clan, "Northern Beggar" Hong Qigong!

The middle-aged man in front of us is Lu Youjiao, one of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect and later the leader of the sect!

I... I've been transported to the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes? And I even got picked up by Hong Qigong?

Chen Yanzhou's brain went blank for a moment.

One second she was heartbroken because she was abandoned and picked up by a beggar, and the next second she discovered that the beggar was one of the Five Greats who stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts world!

The ups and downs of life are just too exciting!

He wanted to cry, but it was from being so excited that he wanted to cry.

This isn't a hellish start! This is an absolutely perfect start!

If we latch onto Hong Qigong's coattails, won't we be able to roam freely in this martial arts world? The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms! The Dog-Beating Staff Technique! The Carefree Wanderer! The Manchu Han Imperial Feast!

Countless thoughts exploded in his mind, and he was so excited that his little hands and feet were kicking wildly.

"Hey, Chief, where did this...child come from?" Lu Youjiao looked at Chen Yanzhou in swaddling clothes with surprise and leaned over to take a closer look.

Hong Qigong took a swig of wine and said casually, "I picked him up on the road. He looked pitiful, so I brought him back. Go find a woman with plenty of milk, and feed this little guy first."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou felt extremely awkward.

As a transmigrator with an adult soul, the thought of being breastfed by a strange woman made him extremely uncomfortable.

But he's just a baby now; if he doesn't drink milk, he'll starve to death.

Is saving face more important than life? That's the only way he could console himself. He had to endure it! For the sake of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, he endured it!

Lu Youjiao was very efficient. Before long, he brought over a woman who looked clean and simple.

The woman was clearly a family member of one of the Beggars' Sect disciples. Upon seeing Hong Qigong, she bowed respectfully.

Hong Qigong waved his hand and pointed at Chen Yanzhou: "Alright, enough with the formalities, hurry up, this little guy is probably starving."

The woman took Chen Yanzhou from her, found a sheltered corner to sit down, and unbuttoned her clothes.

Chen Yanzhou resignedly closed his eyes.

That's enough...

Hong Qigong and Lu Youjiao, two grown men, were naturally too embarrassed to watch a baby breastfeed.

The two walked out of the courtyard one after the other, found a stone stool, and squatted down on either side.

Hong Qigong took the wine gourd from his waist, took a big gulp with relish, and exhaled a breath of wine with a satisfied sigh.

"Master, what do you plan to do with this child?" Lu Youjiao asked hesitantly, looking towards the courtyard.

He was puzzled. His boss was always a loner, living a carefree life. Why would he suddenly have a change of heart and take in a child? This wasn't a kitten or puppy; it was a living, breathing person. From now on, eating, drinking, and relieving himself would all be a hassle.

Hong Qigong took another swig of wine, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said nonchalantly, "What do you mean, 'what to do'? We've already picked them up, are we going to throw them away again? Our Beggars' Clan can afford to raise another child."

"That's true..." Lu Youjiao scratched his head, "but the child needs a name, right? We can't just keep calling him 'little baby' or 'little guy' all the time, can we?"

"Hmm, you make a good point." Hong Qigong stroked his messy beard and fell into thought.

Chen Yanzhou, though engrossed in eating in the courtyard, was keeping his ears perked up. Hearing them discussing his name, he felt a surge of nervousness.

A name is a lifelong matter, especially in ancient times, when both the given name and courtesy name were given great importance.

Although Hong Qigong was a beggar, he was still a grandmaster with a wealth of knowledge and experience. Surely the name he chose wouldn't be too bad?

Chen Yanzhou prayed silently in his heart.

Outside, Hong Qigong pondered, "I found him at the entrance of a village called Chenjia Village. Maybe... we should give him the surname Chen. It would be a way to give some closure to his parents, whose whereabouts are unknown."

Chen Yanzhou nodded in agreement.

"It's good to have the surname Chen, it's good to have the surname Chen." He muttered to himself, "I also had the surname Chen in my past life, this is perfect, so I won't feel uncomfortable in the future."

"Surname Chen?" Lu Youjiao's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh. "The boss is brilliant! What about a courtesy name? What would be a good name?"

Hong Qigong was stumped again. He scratched his head and thought for a long time.

In his life, he has either been studying martial arts or figuring out how to cook; he's really not good at things as literary as naming things.

Seeing the leader's troubled expression, Lu Youjiao volunteered, "Leader, how about I think of one? You see, this child is someone you picked up; he's a blessing to our Beggars' Sect. How about naming him... Chen Fugui? It has a good meaning, wishing him great wealth and prosperity in the future!"

"puff--"

Chen Yanzhou, who was in the courtyard, almost spat out his milk.

Chen Fugui?

Holy crap! Dude, are you serious? This name is so corny! It's incredibly tacky!

A million curses ran through his mind. "I, a promising young man from the 21st century, have been transported to a martial arts world, and you named me Chen Fugui?! How am I supposed to introduce myself now? 'I am Chen Fugui of the Beggar Clan'?"

No, absolutely not!

Chen Yanzhou panicked and forgot about drinking milk. He opened his mouth to protest, but all he could make were "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds, which sounded like he was choking.

The breastfeeding woman was startled and quickly patted his back gently.

Hong Qigong outside was clearly also very dissatisfied with the name. He slapped Lu Youjiao on the back of the head and cursed, "You blockhead! Can't you even name someone? Chen Fugui? How could you even think of that! It's so tacky! Absolutely tacky!"

Lu Youjiao covered his head, looking aggrieved: "Isn't wealth and status good? It's much more practical."

"What a load of rubbish!" Hong Qigong glared at him. "We Beggars' Clan value chivalry and unwavering loyalty! Naming ourselves 'Wealthy' makes people think we're some nouveau riche's bodyguards!"

Chen Yanzhou nodded repeatedly as he listened from inside.

Well said! No wonder you're the gang leader! Cultured! Good taste!

Hong Qigong paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed.

"Surname Chen...surname Chen..." he muttered, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the stone table and benches in the courtyard, and an inkstone in the corner.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he stopped in his tracks.

"Got it!"

Lu Youjiao quickly stepped forward: "Boss, have you thought of a good name?"

Hong Qigong pointed to the inkstone in the corner, which had been washed clean by the rain, and then to a small boat on the river in the distance outside the courtyard, a smug look on his face.

"Look at that inkstone, so steady and weighty, symbolizing a solid foundation and profound knowledge. And look at that small boat on the river, drifting with the current, yet carefree and at ease, symbolizing a spirit that is unconventional and has integrity."

He paused, then said, word by word, "Let's call him... Chen Yanzhou."

The inkstone is the character for ink, and the boat is the character for a flat boat.

"Chen Yanzhou... Chen Yanzhou..." Lu Youjiao repeated it twice, then slapped his thigh and looked at Hong Qigong with admiration. "Chief, you are truly learned! What a beautiful name! It sounds like someone destined for greatness!"

Hong Qigong snorted smugly and took another big gulp of wine, clearly very satisfied with his impromptu creation.

"Of course! Don't you know who I am!"

"Alright, go find some children's clothes. From now on, this kid will be my last disciple, Hong Qigong."

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