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

When Huang Rong saw that he was really going to start writing, she became anxious.

Even a tiny mosquito is still meat; every little bit helps.

A slender little hand reached out and grabbed Chen Yanzhou's wrist.

"Oh no, no, no!"

Huang Rong put on a smiling face, her one black and one white eye squeezed together, looking particularly comical. "I was just kidding with you, one tael is one tael."

Chen Yanzhou paused, glancing at her sideways: "Weren't you quite assertive just now?"

Huang Rong smiled apologetically and reached out to snatch the pen from his hand without saying a word.

Chen Yanzhou gave a soft hum and released his grip, letting her take the pen.

He stretched out his finger and poked Huang Rong's head lightly.

"You little brat, you think I can't handle you?"

Huang Rong rubbed her forehead, feeling quite unconvinced. She snorted softly, then spread out the letter paper, picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and moved with fluid grace.

"The sect leader has urgent business to attend to and his return date is uncertain. Elder Lu will temporarily take charge of all sect affairs. Please do not worry."

The two lines of calligraphy, with their strong and elegant strokes, exude the style of a master calligrapher.

Chen Yanzhou leaned over for a look and nodded in agreement.

Huang Rong raised her small face to look at Chen Yanzhou and smiled.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Chen Yanzhou ignored her, turned around and picked up the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword from the corner of the wall. The heavy sword pressed down on his back with a muffled thud.

He casually picked up the dog-beating stick and snapped his fingers at the corner of the wall.

"Wangcai, let's go!"

The dozing black dog suddenly sprang up, its tail wagging rapidly.

As dawn broke, the two men and their dog skillfully scaled the back wall of the branch headquarters, avoiding the patrolling Beggars' Sect disciples, and slipped silently into the morning mist.

The morning market in Xiangyang had just opened, and the air was filled with the aroma of soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Chen Yanzhou led Huang Rong through the stalls, buying more than a dozen large meat buns and two freshly roasted chickens.

With her panda eye, Huang Rong attracted the attention of many early-rising vendors along the way. She kept her head down, wishing she could bury her head in her collar.

After leaving the morning market, the two headed straight for the west of the city.

As Chen Yanzhou passed through a quiet alley, he paused and stopped in front of a courtyard that exuded a faint fragrance of herbs.

The courtyard gate was half-open, and the rhythmic sound of chopping herbs could be heard from inside.

Chen Yanzhou pushed open the door and entered. He saw that the courtyard was filled with wooden racks for drying herbs, and a young man with a simple and honest face wearing a blue cloth shirt was squatting on the ground sorting the freshly picked herbs.

"Junior brother," Chen Yanzhou called out.

The young man looked up, paused for a moment, then his face lit up with ecstasy. He stood up abruptly, almost tipping the medicine basket in his hands.

"Senior brother! You're finally back!" Hu Zhong strode up to greet Chen Yanzhou and patted him hard on the shoulder.

Chen Yanzhou smiled and looked him up and down: "Not bad, you've gotten much stronger. Where's Old Man Liao? Still not up?"

"Master was giving acupuncture to Master Wang in the east of the city yesterday, and it lasted until the middle of the night. He's catching up on sleep now," Hu Zhong said, his gaze shifting to Huang Rong behind Chen Yanzhou.

He stared at Huang Rong's dark eye for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Senior brother, who is this young lady...?"

"Oh, I found it on the road," Chen Yanzhou replied casually, then asked, "How's the old man's health? Has he stopped secretly drinking behind my back?"

"I'm fine, but I always talk about you, saying you're heartless, you disappear as soon as you run away." Hu Zhong chuckled. "I've been drinking less, but my temper has gotten worse."

Chen Yanzhou nodded and took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket.

Without even counting, he simply pulled out the top card and slapped it into Hu Zhong's hand.

Hu Zhong looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"One hundred taels? Senior brother, that's too much!" Hu Zhong waved his hand repeatedly, trying to stuff the silver notes back. "The clinic is doing well right now, we're not short of money."

"Take it." Chen Yanzhou pressed his hand down, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This isn't for the clinic, it's for you, kid. Old Liao is getting on in years, so make sure he gets all those precious medicinal herbs, good wine, and good meat. If he's reluctant to buy them, you buy them for him."

"But……"

"No buts." Chen Yanzhou patted his shoulder. "It's just a small token of my filial piety. I have urgent business to attend to and need to go on a long trip. I don't know how long I'll be gone."

Seeing Chen Yanzhou's serious expression, Hu Zhong carefully tucked the silver note into his pocket, his eyes slightly reddening.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely take good care of Master."

"Alright, I'll drink with that old man when I get back."

After Chen Yanzhou finished speaking, he grabbed Huang Rong and ran towards the city gate.

Huang Rong quickened her pace, caught up with Chen Yanzhou, and asked, "Who was that person just now?"

Chen Yanzhou didn't even turn his head, and casually said, "My junior brother."

"Junior brother?" Huang Rong asked again, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Hong Qigong has taken on disciples? I've never heard of that before?"

Chen Yanzhou paused slightly, turned his head to look at her, and a half-smile appeared on his lips.

"Who told you I only have one master?"

Huang Rong was taken aback: "How many do you have?"

"Three." Chen Yanzhou held up three fingers and waved them in front of Huang Rong.

"Three?" Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise, her mouth agape. "You've got a pretty wild approach."

Chen Yanzhou ignored her teasing and said slowly as he walked, "The one who taught me martial arts was naturally the old beggar Hong Qigong."

He tucked one finger in: "There's a private school in the south of the city, and the old scholar there is surnamed Xu. He was my mentor. He taught me to read and write, and to understand principles and righteousness."

Chen Yanzhou lowered another finger and pointed in the direction of the clinic behind him: "That doctor Liao from earlier was my third master. He taught me to identify herbs and medicines, and to perform acupuncture. When traveling the world, it's inevitable to suffer some injuries. It's better to rely on yourself than on others."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong nodded thoughtfully.

Chen Yanzhou didn't stop walking; he untied the oil paper package.

A rich aroma of meat instantly exploded in the cool morning air.

Those were freshly baked large meat buns, with thin skins and generous fillings, still steaming hot.

Chen Yanzhou reached out and grabbed one, handing it to Huang Rong: "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Huang Rong looked at the plump, white buns, and her stomach rumbled loudly. Without any hesitation, she reached out, took the buns, and took a big bite.

The piping hot broth flowed into my mouth, and the delicious meat filling mixed with the soft dough instantly soothed all my morning grumpiness.

"Phew... It's hot, hot, hot..." Huang Rong said indistinctly while breathing out warm air, "The taste is not bad."

Chen Yanzhou took one for himself, swallowed it in a few bites, and looked satisfied.

After finishing a steamed bun, Huang Rong licked her fingers with lingering satisfaction and quickly caught up with Chen Yanzhou.

"Where are we going?" Huang Rong asked again.

Chen Yanzhou gazed ahead and uttered two words calmly: "Mount Song".

"Mount Song?"

Huang Rong paused, her brows furrowing slightly.

Although she often resided on Peach Blossom Island, she was also very familiar with the geography of the Central Plains. Mount Song was located in Henan Province, and although it was not too far from Xiangyang, it was certainly not close either.

More importantly, the most famous place on Mount Song is the ancient Shaolin Temple, which has stood for thousands of years.

"What are you going to Mount Song for? You haven't seen through the illusions of the world and are thinking of becoming a monk at Shaolin Temple, have you?"

Huang Rong looked Chen Yanzhou up and down.

Chen Yanzhou stopped, turned around, looked at Huang Rong, and said irritably.

"Even steamed buns can't shut you up, so you might as well not eat them at all."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong quickly protected the steamed bun in her hand and said with a smile.

"Just kidding!"