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

A gentle breeze blows across the river, and withered grass lies flat on the ground.

Chen Yanzhou sat cross-legged, the still-wet ink booklet lying on his lap.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, following the incantation, tentatively trying to mobilize the faint energy within his dantian.

At first, the sensation of energy was like a wisp of smoke, uncontrollable, darting around in his abdomen. Chen Yanzhou was not in a hurry. He calmed his mind and followed the path of "Hundred Gatherings Return to Origin" to split the energy flow in two.

The left side runs along the Ren meridian, and the right side runs along the Du meridian.

The originally unified aura was actually separated into two completely different forces. One was hot and fierce, like oil being poured over a raging fire; the other was warm and gentle, like a clear spring flowing.

The two streams of energy flowed upstream along the meridians, passed the coccyx, rushed up the spine, and finally converged at the Yuzhen acupoint before sinking back into the Dantian.

A soft buzzing sound seemed to be heard in my ear.

Chen Yanzhou felt his pores suddenly open, and an unprecedented warmth instantly enveloped his entire body, making him feel as comfortable as if he were soaking in warm water.

He immediately opened his eyes, his gaze filled with joy.

"It worked?" Chen Yanzhou looked at his hands, clenched his fists, and smiled. "It actually worked."

Hong Qigong, seeing his disciple open his eyes so quickly, was quite satisfied, but remained expressionless.

"Making a fuss over nothing." Hong Qigong scoffed, tapping Chen Yanzhou's shoulder with his bamboo stick. "You old beggar, you're one of the Five Greats, after all. If your casually created cultivation method didn't even have this much substance, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?"

Chen Yanzhou pursed his lips, about to say something sarcastic to the old man, when he noticed that Hong Qigong's expression suddenly became somewhat hurried.

"Alright, you should cultivate diligently here. Remember, don't try to do too much at once, just let things take their natural course." Hong Qigong straightened his patched clothes. "I have other important matters to attend to, I'll be right back."

"Important news? Which roast chicken is fresh out of the oven this time?"

"Go away! Stop being so cheeky!"

Hong Qigong glared at him, offered no explanation, and with a light tap of his toes, his figure soared up like a great bird, disappearing into the distance at the edge of the reeds in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yanzhou watched the departing figure, lost in thought.

That old man is running so fast, there's definitely something fishy going on.

However, he couldn't care less about his master's whereabouts at the moment; the newfound power within him was making him extremely excited.

"Again!"

Chen Yanzhou closed his eyes again and activated his mental cultivation technique once more.

This time, I was familiar with the process.

The internal energy circulates like a wheel, with two forces, one hard and one soft, surging through the meridians. When hard, it is like a great river crashing against the shore, destroying everything in its path; when soft, it is like spring rain nourishing all things, continuous and gentle.

Although the "Hundredfold Return to Origin Technique" is in its early stages, it is extremely profound. It is not simply about accumulating internal energy, but rather about creating a delicate balance within the body.

Even though Chen Yanzhou's internal strength was still shallow at the moment, the quality of this force far surpassed that of ordinary martial arts techniques.

After completing another cycle of Qi circulation, Chen Yanzhou exhaled a long breath and sprang to his feet.

"Let's test its quality."

His gaze locked onto the withered willow tree, as thick as a bowl, in front of him. He lowered his waist and stood at attention, throwing a simple straight punch without any fancy moves.

boom!

Before the fist arrives, the gust of wind arrives first.

The withered willow trembled violently, its bark cracked, and wood chips flew everywhere. Although it did not break, the fist imprint was deeply embedded in the wood, and the surrounding area was covered with fine cracks.

Chen Yanzhou withdrew his fist and stood up, looking at the fist imprint with a slight raised eyebrow.

"The power has indeed increased considerably, but it's not to an exaggerated degree."

After all, he has only just begun his studies and his internal strength is shallow, so it is already quite remarkable that he has such destructive power.

He suddenly remembered Hong Qigong's words before he left: "Cultivate yourself through movement and nourish your qi and blood through food."

"Since it's possible to cultivate while moving..."

With a thought, Chen Yanzhou assumed a fighting stance and began practicing the Hun Tian Gong.

He practiced this set of external martial arts for two months and had already memorized the moves. In the past, practicing this set of martial arts was purely physical labor, and he would be sore all over and drenched in sweat after completing a set.

But today is different. He begins his stance and throws a punch.

As the limbs stretched, the internal energy, a balance of strength and gentleness, began to circulate automatically, flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians along with the movements of the fist.

Each punch is no longer just a simple exertion of muscle power, but is accompanied by a surge of heat.

call!call!

With a whooshing sound, Chen Yanzhou fought faster and faster, and with each punch, he became more and more fluid.

The feeling was like a dry, rusty gear being suddenly doused with a bucket of lubricating oil.

After finishing a set of punches, I felt not the slightest bit tired, but rather completely relaxed and incredibly excited.

"Cool!"

Chen Yanzhou laughed loudly, feeling an inexhaustible energy coursing through his body.

only……

When he stopped moving, after the excitement subsided slightly, a strange sense of emptiness welled up from the depths of his bones.

It's not that I'm tired, it's that I feel weak.

It's like someone who's been starving for three days and three nights suddenly running a marathon. Their stomach isn't growling, but every cell in their body is screaming for energy.

My legs felt a little weak, and I saw stars before my eyes.

"That's strange, why do I feel like my body has been hollowed out?"

Chen Yanzhou shook his head, assuming it was because he was too excited after just developing internal energy and had overexerted himself.

Without thinking much, he sat down cross-legged on the spot, intending to circulate his qi through a few more cycles to recover.

……

Meanwhile, inside Xiangyang City.

At the entrance of the largest pharmacy, "Huichuntang," the shopkeeper was bowing and scraping as he saw an "old man" off.

Although this "old man" was dressed in tattered clothes and looked like a beggar, he was incredibly generous with his money.

"Please take your time, sir! This is a 50-year-old ginseng that just arrived from Changbai Mountain, along with deer antler and lingzhi mushrooms—all top-quality goods. Please take them!"

Hong Qigong carried a huge burlap sack on his back and several packets of medicinal herbs in his hand, waving his hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, stop delivering. Remember, if there's any good stuff left, save it for the old beggar."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, watching Hong Qigong's departing figure, a question lingering in his mind. These days, even beggars are so rich? That stack of silver notes just now must have been worth at least a thousand taels!

After leaving the pharmacy, Hong Qigong turned around and went into a carpentry shop.

A short while later, he came out carrying a huge wooden bath tub that could fit two people.

This ostentatious display attracted the attention of passersby.

An old beggar, carrying a large wooden bucket and a big bag of medicinal herbs, looked eerie no matter how you looked at it.

Hong Qigong ignored all of that and, with lightning speed, headed straight for the Beggars' Sect's stronghold.

Just as they entered the courtyard where Chen Yanzhou lived, they saw Lu Youjiao heading this way.

"It has legs!"

Hong Qigong slammed the large wooden bucket into the middle of the courtyard, making the ground tremble. "Where's Yanzhou? Has he come back yet?"

Lu Youjiao looked completely bewildered.

"No, I guess he's practicing martial arts by the river."

"Not back yet?"

Hong Qigong's expression changed drastically, and his leisurely demeanor vanished instantly.

"broken!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Youjiao's heart skipped a beat: "Chief, what happened? Could it be that mental cultivation technique...?"

"The cultivation method is fine!" Hong Qigong wrung his hands anxiously. "The problem is that the boy's body is too weak!"

He pointed to the medicinal herbs on the ground, speaking very quickly.

"For those who practice martial arts, internal strength is formed from essence, energy, and spirit. The so-called 'refining essence into energy,' where does this 'essence' come from? It comes from one's own flesh and blood, and from the five grains and other foods!"

"Before, he practiced external martial arts without internal energy; it was just about building up strength, which he could replenish by eating meat a few times. But now he has cultivated internal energy, and cultivating internal energy is extremely taxing on one's qi and blood!"

As Hong Qigong spoke, he became increasingly anxious, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"He's so small and thin to begin with. If he only focuses on training without taking proper nutrition, he's risking his life! Right now, I'm afraid..."

Lu Youjiao's face turned deathly pale: "Then...what are you all standing there for! Go find them now!"

"I bought some wild ginseng. Have someone brew it into medicine immediately. Also, fill this pot with hot water and pour in these packets of powder!"

Hong Qigong shoved everything in his hand into Lu Youjiao's hands, and before he finished speaking, he had already become a blur and rushed out of the courtyard wall.

He unleashed the full power of the Free and Easy Movement Technique.

Hong Qigong flew over the rooftops of Xiangyang City like a hawk, heading straight for the Han River outside the city.

This brat, he better not get too carried away with his training and ruin himself!