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

Hong Qigong moved with incredible speed, reaching the riverbank in just a few leaps.

From afar, you could see that small figure sitting cross-legged on the sand, like a clay Buddha, completely still.

Hong Qigong didn't stop walking and landed in front of Chen Yanzhou.

As soon as he got closer, the old beggar frowned.

Chen Yanzhou's face was as white as paper, without a trace of blood, and even his lips were bluish-purple.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he looked like a wick that had been drained of its energy, so weak that it could be broken by a gust of wind.

"Yanzhou?"

Hong Qigong shouted and reached out to pat his shoulder.

Chen Yanzhou's eyelids trembled, and he struggled to open them a crack. The world before him spun around him, and his master's old face appeared and disappeared in his vision like a kaleidoscope.

"Master..."

The sound was so faint it was barely audible, almost indistinguishable from a mosquito's hum.

"If you had arrived just one step later... you could have joined us for the feast..."

Chen Yanzhou tried to force a smile, but as soon as his lips moved, a strong sense of dizziness shot straight to the top of his head, as if a piece of his body had been hollowed out.

"Dizzy...blurred vision..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yanzhou's head lolled to the side, and his body went limp as he fell backward.

"broken!"

Hong Qigong reacted swiftly, grabbing Chen Yanzhou from behind and placing his fingers on his pulse point.

The pulse was weak and thready, but there were no abnormalities.

Hong Qigong breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease. Thankfully, his meridians were fine, and his internal energy hadn't gone astray; it was just that the kid's body was too fragile.

This is like stuffing a torch into an oil lamp; the oil will burn out instantly, and the wick will naturally go out.

"You little brat, you scared the hell out of me!"

Hong Qigong cursed, but his movements were extremely gentle. He picked up Chen Yanzhou and held him in his arms. With a light touch of his toes, he rose into the air.

This time, Hong Qigong did not hold back. He used the Free and Easy Movement Technique to its fullest extent, transforming into a gray shadow that swept across the river, causing withered grass to bend and the water to remain calm.

……

On the other side, in the backyard of the Beggars' Sect stronghold.

Lu Youjiao was directing several of his gang members to pour hot water into the huge wooden tub.

Steaming hot, with white mist swirling around.

"Hurry up! Throw in all the angelica and astragalus! And that deer antler powder, don't skimp on it, pour it all in!"

Lu Youjiao paced anxiously, his bamboo cane clattering on the ground.

"call--"

A gust of wind swept over the courtyard wall.

Lu Youjiao felt a blur before his eyes, and Hong Qigong was already standing in the center of the courtyard. He was holding someone in his arms, and his face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

"Boss!" Lu Youjiao rushed forward and immediately saw the unconscious Chen Yanzhou. His heart skipped a beat. "What... what happened?"

Hong Qigong strode into the house, speaking very quickly, "It's nothing serious, he just fainted from excessive energy depletion."

Upon hearing this, Lu Youjiao's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "That's good, that's good..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Hong Qigong kicked open the door and gently placed Chen Yanzhou on the bed. "Did someone brew the wild ginseng?"

"It's burning!" Lu Youjiao nodded quickly. "It's using strong fire, so it'll only take a short while."

Go and urge them!

Without turning his head, Hong Qigong sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his hands moving like lightning, striking Chen Yanzhou's acupoints on his chest several times.

"I'll first massage his meridians. Don't just stand around; adjust the temperature of that medicinal bath water. We'll do both internal and external treatments together!"

"yes!"

Lu Youjiao dared not delay and turned to run to the kitchen.

The room fell silent.

Hong Qigong looked at his pale-faced disciple and sighed.

"You're just lucky to have a master like me. If it were anyone else, they'd be crippled even if they didn't die today."

He extended his right palm and pressed it against Chen Yanzhou's Mingmen acupoint on his back.

A powerful and intense internal force slowly flowed into Chen Yanzhou's body.

Time passed second by second.

A faint blush finally appeared on Chen Yanzhou's pale face. His breathing also changed from rapid to steady and long.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Here it comes! The ginseng soup is here!"

Lu Youjiao rushed in carrying a large, rough porcelain bowl filled with amber-colored broth that emitted a rich medicinal aroma.

That was a fifty-year-old wild ginseng, the kind that high-ranking officials and nobles used to prolong their lives, but now it had been boiled into a thick soup.

"Give me."

Hong Qigong finished his practice and took the large bowl.

The soup was scalding hot, but he didn't care at all.

He helped Chen Yanzhou up, pried open his chin, and slowly poured the priceless ginseng soup down his throat.

Although Chen Yanzhou was unconscious, his body's instincts were still intact. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the ginseng soup.

"This is good stuff."

Lu Youjiao watched from the side, swallowing hard. "This bowl alone would cost at least fifty taels of silver."

"Fifty taels?" Hong Qigong rolled his eyes at him. "This is a life-saving concoction; we'd drink it even for five hundred taels!"

He finished the bowl of soup.

Hong Qigong didn't stop, and once again pressed his palms against Chen Yanzhou's back.

"This wild ginseng is too potent. He is currently too weak to handle the nourishment. We need to help him refine the medicinal power within his body."

"rise!"

Hong Qigong let out a low shout, and his internal energy surged.

A surge of heat flowed from his palm into Chen Yanzhou's body. The ginseng soup that had just entered his stomach was instantly transformed into pure medicinal power under the catalysis of his internal energy, rushing to his limbs and bones like a flood bursting its banks.

Chen Yanzhou's body trembled slightly.

Above our heads, wisps of white steam began to rise, carrying a faint scent of ginseng.

Lu Youjiao stood to the side, watching nervously.

Chen Yanzhou's originally bluish-purple lips quickly turned red, and some color returned to his cheeks.

A thin layer of sweat also seeped from Hong Qigong's forehead.

This task looks simple, but it is actually extremely mentally taxing. It requires controlling one's internal energy to avoid damaging Chen Yanzhou's fragile meridians, while also guiding the medicinal power to repair the deficiencies.

Another cup of tea's time passed.

Hong Qigong abruptly withdrew his palm and let out a long breath.

"How's the help going?"

"Alright, it's nothing serious."

He wiped the sweat from his face, looked at Chen Yanzhou, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

"This kid has turned misfortune into blessing. With the help of the medicine, he broke through several major acupoints in one fell swoop. His future training will be much more efficient."

Lu Youjiao gave a thumbs-up: "It has to be you, Boss!"

Hong Qigong waved his hand, got off the bed, and stretched his stiff neck.

"Stop flattering him. Hurry up and bring in that tub of medicinal bath. While he's still warm inside, throw him in for a soak. Internal and external treatments, let's thoroughly strengthen his body too."

"Yes, sir!"

Lu Youjiao agreed and turned to call for help.

"etc."

Hong Qigong suddenly called out to him, his gaze falling on Chen Yanzhou's youthful face, his expression somewhat complicated.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"From now on..." Hong Qigong paused, then said in a deep voice, "This kid's meals need to be changed. Every meal must include meat, and every few days we need to prepare some medicinal cuisine."

Lu Youjiao was taken aback for a moment, then grinned.

"Don't worry, Chief. We used to be poor beggars, eating chaff and wild vegetables because we had no other choice. Now we have the 'Beggars' Guild Logistics,' so let alone meat, even if we ate dragon liver and phoenix marrow every day, as long as it's available in this world, we can afford it!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Qigong laughed heartily.

"That's true, it's just a coincidence that this kid was born at this time. If he had met me a few years earlier, he probably would have had to come with me to steal leftovers from the imperial kitchen."

After saying that, he looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky.

"Alright, once they bring the bucket in, just throw him in. I'm going to rest for a bit."

Lu Youjiao nodded and responded.

"Don't worry, boss."

Before long, several members of the Beggars' Gang carried the large wooden bucket into the house.

Lu Youjiao quickly stripped Chen Yanzhou naked and threw him into the wooden bucket.

In a daze, Chen Yanzhou regained some consciousness and muttered to himself, "Damn it, what's going on? Am I being boiled?"