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

Before long, Chen Yanzhou returned to the room, but did not rush to look at the "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" given to him by Liao Langzhong.

He first sat cross-legged on the couch, with his palms facing upwards, and gradually slowed his breathing, beginning to circulate the Hundred Gathering Return to Origin Technique.

The energy flow within the dantian travels slowly along the meridians, releasing a warm sensation at each acupoint, like a sip of hot tea on a winter's day.

About half an hour later, Chen Yanzhou focused his energy in his dantian and slowly opened his eyes.

Having learned his lesson yesterday, he dared not act rashly again.

Immediately, he jumped off the bed and stretched his limbs. Although his internal strength had increased only slightly, it was safe and secure.

Immediately afterwards, he assumed a stance, stood upright in the narrow room, gripped the ground with both feet, and arched his back. Once his body was slightly warm, he began practicing the Hun Tian Gong.

call!call!

The force of the punches was intense. Although it lacked the explosive power of internal energy, the heavy feeling of each punch landing on his flesh made him feel grounded. Before long, sweat slid down his forehead and soaked the back of his clothes.

After finishing a set of punches, Chen Yanzhou was drenched in sweat, his whole body steaming as if he had just been pulled out of a steamer.

He didn't fuss over anything, quickly boiled a bucket of hot water, washed himself briefly, changed into dry clothes, and then sat back down at the table, opening the thick medical book.

"The symptoms of Taiyang disease include a floating pulse, headache and neck stiffness, and aversion to cold..."

As he read, he frowned. It wasn't that he couldn't remember, but rather that he didn't recognize some of the classical Chinese characters at all. However, he didn't dwell on it and continued reading.

After an unknown amount of time, familiar footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"The roast goose smells delicious!"

Chen Yanzhou twitched his nose and looked towards the door.

The door was pushed open, and Hong Qigong, carrying two oil paper packages, and Lu Youjiao, carrying a jar of wine, walked in one after the other.

"Wow, has the sun risen in the west?"

Hong Qigong tossed the roast goose onto the table, leaned over, and almost pressed his greasy hand onto the pages of the book. "Not practicing martial arts anymore, now you're reading medical books? What, you think the old beggar isn't teaching you well enough, so you're planning to become a doctor?"

Without looking up, Chen Yanzhou reached out to protect the pages of the book, and casually tore off a goose leg from the oil paper package and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Master, don't you know the truth?"

He chewed on the meat and mumbled, "Yesterday I almost got killed by your amazing skill. I've learned my lesson. You're like a dragon, appearing and disappearing without a trace. What if I mess up my technique one day and you run off to the palace to steal some rare delicacies? Who will I turn to for help then?"

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Learn some medical skills to protect yourself, so you can at least keep your breath and wait for your return for the feast."

"puff--"

Lu Youjiao, who was pouring the wine, almost spat it out, then shook his head with a laugh.

Hong Qigong wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he laughed heartily, plopped down opposite him, tore off a piece of his breast meat, and threw it into his mouth.

"You little rascal, you really have a sharp tongue."

He took a swig of wine, wiped the stains off his beard, and his eyes showed a hint of admiration. "But then again, the world is a dangerous place, and having multiple skills means having multiple paths. Self-reliance is the right thing to do. I can't protect you forever, you old beggar."

"Of course, I'm counting on you to take care of me in my old age, so I have to make sure I keep my own life first," Chen Yanzhou replied casually, turning a page of his book.

The three of them sat around the table, eating meat and drinking wine by the light of an oil lamp, creating a rare and warm atmosphere.

After a few rounds of drinks, Lu Youjiao put down his wine bowl, his expression becoming more serious.

"Boss, let's set off tomorrow."

Chen Yanzhou paused, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and asked, "Where to?"

"Let's go to Junshan."

"Junshan? What are you going there for?" Chen Yanzhou asked after taking a sip of tea.

Lu Youjiao laughed and said, "Of course, it's to extend the 'Yiyun' method to the other three major branch headquarters; secondly..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Hong Qigong and continued, "Secondly, it is also to reconcile the conflict between the Dirty Clothes Faction and the Clean Clothes Faction within the gang."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou nodded. Having been in the Beggars' Sect for so long, he was well aware of the sect's internal conflicts. Furthermore, he had thoroughly read the original novel and, with his modern mindset, he understood the intricacies of the situation even better than Lu Youjiao.

The Beggars' Sect is known as the largest sect in the world, with hundreds of thousands of members. It looks powerful and imposing, but in reality, it has long been divided internally.

One faction is the "dirty clothes faction".

Most of these people come from truly impoverished backgrounds and uphold the traditional values ​​of the Beggars' Sect.

They believe that beggars should look like beggars: sleeping under the open sky, sitting on the ground, dressed in rags, and not accumulating personal wealth. In their eyes, this is called "not forgetting one's roots" and "integrity."

The other faction is the Clean Clothes Faction.

This group of people came from diverse backgrounds, including impoverished scions of wealthy families, martial arts masters who had learned their skills and sought apprenticeships, and even many small business owners who already owned businesses.

Although they joined the Beggars' Guild, they couldn't stand the filth and hardship. They dressed neatly and cleanly, had no worries about food and drink, and even did business.

That's where the contradiction lies.

The Dirty Clothes Faction thought the Clean Clothes Faction was ungrateful, making the Beggars' Sect a mess and disgracing their founder. The Clean Clothes Faction thought the Dirty Clothes Faction was stubborn and incorrigible, clinging to a broken bowl as if it were a treasure, and deserved to be poor.

The two factions disliked each other, and it was considered a favor to the gang leader that they didn't fight when they met.

In order to maintain the relationship between the two sides, Hong Qigong had no choice but to wear dirty clothes one year and clean clothes the next.

Later, Huang Rong was able to briefly subdue both factions by virtue of her prestige after she saw through the conspiracy of the Clean Clothes Faction and Yang Kang.

Later, due to the imminent threat of a major enemy, the two factions united against it, which gradually mitigated the internal conflicts.

Lu Youjiao sighed and said with a wry smile, "In recent years, the two factions have been fighting more and more fiercely. The dirty clothes faction accuses the clean clothes faction of colluding with the government and being only interested in profit, while the clean clothes faction thinks the dirty clothes faction is both stubborn and inflexible and only a hindrance."

Hong Qigong, who was gnawing on a goose foot, froze and threw the bone into the basin in annoyance.

"Don't even mention it! It's driving me crazy!"

Hong Qigong looked utterly dejected. "Becoming a gang leader was originally just about enjoying a carefree life, with plenty of wine and meat to eat. Who knew these brats would be arguing all the time, fighting over what clothes to wear and what food to eat? If it weren't for the sake of our patriarch, I would have thrown away the Dog-Beating Stick long ago and gone wandering the world!"

Chen Yanzhou looked at Hong Qigong's agitated appearance, but he knew exactly what was going on.

Although Hong Qigong complained that he was annoyed, he knew in his heart that neither of the two factions could be dispensed with.

Without the Dirty Clothes Faction, the Beggars' Clan would lose its foundation and become just an ordinary Jianghu gang, losing its ability to command widespread support. Without the Clean Clothes Faction, the Beggars' Clan would lose its source of money and food, and its hundreds of thousands of disciples would truly be left to starve. At that time, let alone resisting the Jin and protecting the Song, even survival would be difficult.

Chen Yanzhou held the plump, juicy roast goose leg in his hand, took a bite, and his mouth was filled with the salty and savory flavor of the oil.

After listening to Lu Youjiao's words, and glancing at Hong Qigong's face which seemed to say "I want to go on strike," he suddenly burst out laughing.

"I thought it was something terrible, like the sky falling down. It's just a trivial matter. Is it really worth worrying about like this?"

After saying that, he completely ignored the two people's astonished expressions and continued to struggle with the roast goose.

Hong Qigong and Lu Youjiao exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

The conflict between the two factions in the Beggars' Sect was a long-standing problem that had been brewing for decades, and successive leaders could only maintain the balance by trying to smooth things over.

When it came to Hong Qigong, he was even more exasperated. He had originally thought that Chen Yanzhou, this clever little devil, would have some unique insights, but he never expected that the kid would speak so lightly.

"Boy, explain yourself clearly." Hong Qigong slammed his wine bowl on the table, his gaze fixed intently on Chen Yanzhou. "Do you have a way to reconcile these two factions?"

Lu Youjiao leaned forward, his eyes full of hope: "Yanzhou, this is no joke. If you can really resolve the internal strife between the two factions, you will be a great hero to our Beggars' Sect."

Chen Yanzhou didn't rush to speak.

He slowly swallowed the meat in his mouth, then took a sip of slightly cool tea to moisten his throat before letting out a soft sigh.

"Ouch..." Chen Yanzhou tilted his head, making a series of cracking sounds. "I don't know why, but my shoulders are suddenly very sore, and my legs, I practiced the stance training too hard just now, and now they feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead, I can't move them at all."

Hong Qigong's eyelids twitched.

How could he not see that this kid was putting on airs? This little fox, with just a slight wag of his tail, knew exactly what the other person wanted to do.

Anyone else who dared to put on airs like that in front of Hong Qigong would have been slapped into the Han River and fed to the fish long ago. But the person in front of him was his darling.

"Alright, alright, you're the boss, kid."

Hong Qigong laughed and cursed, vigorously rubbing the grease off his hands on his greasy robe, then stood up and walked around behind Chen Yanzhou.

She gently placed her hands on Chen Yanzhou's small shoulders.

"Hiss—be gentle! Old man, are you trying to murder your own disciple?" Chen Yanzhou shrank back.

Hong Qigong chuckled, lightening his grip considerably. "How's this strength? This old beggar has never massaged anyone's shoulders in his life; you're the first."

Chen Yanzhou squinted comfortably, like a kitten basking in the sun.

Seeing this, Lu Youjiao was also very perceptive.

He chuckled, moved a small stool to sit in front of Chen Yanzhou, rolled up his sleeves, and began to massage Chen Yanzhou's legs.

"Yanzhou, although Grandpa Lu's skills are not as good as the gang leader's, he has the strength to back it up. Just bear with it."

If this scene were to get out, the martial arts world would be in an uproar.

The dignified Beggar Hong Qigong, one of the Five Greats, and Elder Lu, who is second only to the Beggar Clan, actually teamed up to serve a little brat.

Chen Yanzhou was delighted to receive such high-level treatment in the martial arts world.

In fact, he knew very well that the conflict between the dirty clothes faction and the clean clothes faction was essentially a conflict of class and ideology. In modern corporate management, this is called "departmental barriers" and "cultural conflict".

The "dirty clothes faction" consists of long-term employees who are conservative and stubborn, but highly loyal and form the cornerstone of the company. The "clean clothes faction" consists of new hires or key business personnel who are flexible and wealthy, but are prone to becoming detached from the masses and may even develop rebellious tendencies.

Trying to reconcile them through reasoning is pure wishful thinking. The only way is to bind them together by mutual benefit.

"Comfortable..." Chen Yanzhou hummed twice, and said with his eyes closed, "Master, Grandpa Lu, I've decided, I'm going to the Junshan Gathering this time too."

Hong Qigong was kneading with great effort when he heard this, so he stopped and frowned.

"No way." Hong Qigong refused decisively. "Junshan is far from here, and the world is in chaos right now, with bandits and rebels everywhere. With your mediocre skills, you'd be a burden. This old beggar would have to spare some of his strength to protect you, which would be too much trouble."

Chen Yanzhou opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a sense of desolation.

He sighed deeply and said quietly, "Fine, if they don't want me to go, they don't want me to go. Sigh, I just had a sudden inspiration for a way to resolve the conflict between the Dirty Clothes Faction and the Clean Clothes Faction, but why can't I remember it now?"

As he spoke, he slapped his forehead in a mock-funny manner.

"Oh dear, what a terrible memory."

Hong Qigong's face changed instantly.

His old face beamed like an old chrysanthemum, and his hands moved even faster, with a hint of ingratiation.

"Look at what you're saying! Master was just teasing you!" Hong Qigong lowered his voice, his tone incredibly gentle. "I'll take you! Of course I'll take you! It's just going to Junshan, how could Master not take you?"

Chen Yanzhou glanced at him sideways: "Really?"

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!" Hong Qigong patted his chest and guaranteed.

"That's more like it." Chen Yanzhou sat up straight again, his face regaining its usual smug composure.

Hong Qigong leaned closer and chuckled, "So...that plan? Why don't you give your master a heads-up now? So that the old beggar can finally get a good night's sleep?"

Chen Yanzhou glanced at him, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Master, are you trying to trick me again?" Chen Yanzhou shook his head. "If I tell you now, I guarantee that when I wake up tomorrow morning, there won't be a single feather left in this house. You'll have already abandoned me and made a run for it."

Hong Qigong's thoughts were exposed, his old face flushed slightly, and he coughed awkwardly twice.

"How could that be? In your eyes, is Master that kind of person?"

"You've done this kind of thing quite often before," Chen Yanzhou bluntly exposed. "So, this plan, once we get to Junshan and meet those elders, I'll naturally tell them. For now... it's a secret."

Hong Qigong immediately deflated.

His eagerness vanished without a trace. He stopped pinching and bending over, slumped into a chair, and muttered irritably, "You brat, you're getting harder and harder to fool. Alright, alright, go to sleep. We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning."

His change of attitude was so rapid it was astonishing.

Chen Yanzhou wasn't angry. He suddenly jumped down and stood on the stool next to him.

This movement made him appear taller than Hong Qigong, who was sitting down.

"Old man, be polite to me. I hold the key to the Beggars' Sect's peace for the next few decades. If you keep giving me attitude, my memory might not be what it used to be."

Hong Qigong stared blankly at his disciple, who was standing on the stool and acting like a bully, for a long time before finally laughing out of anger.

He rummaged through the oil paper package next to him and pulled out a leftover goose leg, handing it over.

"Fine, you're the boss. Here, boss, have a leg to calm down."

Chen Yanzhou gave a light snort, like a victorious general, and took the goose leg and took a big bite.

"This tastes authentic."

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