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

On the Han River, the sun was setting in the west, turning the river surface into a patchwork of shattered gold.

Chen Yanzhou lay on the bow of the awning boat, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, enjoying himself as the boat rose and fell.

In four years, not only has the Yiyun Division become a prestigious name in the Hunan and Hubei region, but this body has also fully matured.

The twelve-year-old boy, though not particularly robust, had firm muscles and smooth muscle lines hidden beneath his coarse linen clothes. These were the result of countless days and nights of soaking in medicinal soup and honing his skills with his fists and feet.

Within the body's dantian, a powerful internal force circulates naturally through the meridians.

Chen Yanzhou spat out the grass roots and reached out to touch the wine gourd by the side of the boat.

Just as his fingertips touched the gourd's mouth, he suddenly stopped.

The boat, which had been swaying gently in the breeze, suddenly sank, as if some heavy object had pressed down on the water's surface, only to vanish without a trace in the next instant.

Chen Yanzhou's eyes narrowed, and he exerted force in his waist and abdomen, as if he were suddenly lifted up by an invisible thread. He did a somersault in mid-air and landed steadily on the roof of the boat.

I looked up.

On the river surface a few dozen feet away, a gray figure was walking on the waves.

The man's feet were not on reeds or dead wood. With each step, a faint ripple was stirred up under his feet, and his body glided several feet away, just like an old crane flying close to the water.

"Good heavens, crossing the water on a flat surface."

Chen Yanzhou's lips had just begun to curve into a slight smile, and before he could even call out for help, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Even though the figure was still some distance away, the emerald green bamboo stick in its hand had already slipped out of its grasp.

"call--"

The dog-beating stick tore through the air with a piercing whistle, creating a straight wave of air on the river that rushed straight toward Chen Yanzhou's face.

He didn't hold back with this strike.

"Well done!"

Chen Yanzhou let out a low shout and advanced instead of retreating. He tapped the boat's awning with his toes, causing the boat to sink slightly. Using the recoil, he shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for the bamboo stick.

In mid-air, he stretched out his hands, his fingers spread wide, and his palms exhaled internal force.

The moment his fingertips touched the stick, an overwhelming force surged through the bamboo, making his hands go numb.

Chen Yanzhou dared not meet the attack head-on, and with an extremely nimble flick, twist, and pull of his wrist.

Wander freely and follow the natural course of things.

The dog-beating stick, which carried immense force, was deflected three inches by his seemingly light touch, grazing his ear and temple and breaking a few strands of hair.

Chen Yanzhou seized the end of the stick and, using the momentum, drew a strange arc in the air, like a boomerang, and lunged in the opposite direction at the figure walking on the water.

"Old beggar, watch the beating!"

The boy's clear laughter echoed across the river.

The bamboo stick in his hand transformed into a flurry of green shadows, crashing down upon him.

The figure that came stepping on the water was none other than Hong Qigong.

Seeing that his apprentice not only caught the test but also dared to retaliate, the old beggar's greasy face blossomed into a chrysanthemum-like smile.

"Hey! You little brat, you've really gotten bolder!"

Hong Qigong didn't dodge. He lightly touched the water's surface with his feet, his body rising several feet higher. He reached out with his right hand and flicked his finger with unparalleled precision amidst the countless shadows of clubs.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

Chen Yanzhou felt as if the bamboo stick in his hand had hit an iron mountain. The force of the impact rushed up his arm and into his internal organs, causing his blood and qi to churn.

But he reacted extremely quickly. Using the force of the recoil, his body twisted strangely in the air, like a boneless fish, and instantly slid to the side and behind Hong Qigong.

Chen Yanzhou changed his move with lightning speed, abandoning his staff and unleashing both palms simultaneously. The palm wind howled, carrying a scorching wave of energy, striking Hong Qigong directly in the back of the heart.

"Oh ho? This is interesting!"

Hong Qigong's eyes lit up; the boy's internal strength was far beyond his expectations.

Without turning his body, he slapped backward with his palm.

"Bang!"

He clapped his hands together in the air above the river.

The force exploded, stirring up waves several meters high, like a torrential downpour.

Chen Yanzhou felt as if he had been slapped into a ball of rapidly spinning cotton. His palm strike was like a mud ox entering the sea, followed by a surge of unparalleled force.

He groaned and flew backward, his toes tapping the water's surface seven or eight times before he barely managed to dissipate the force.

"Again!"

A young spirit grows stronger with each setback.

Chen Yanzhou moved with incredible speed, his body shifting left and right, leaving afterimages on the water's surface. He had pushed the Free and Easy Movement Technique to its limit.

The master and his disciple fought back and forth on the Han River, locked in a fierce battle.

At first, it was Hong Qigong who was feeding Chen Yanzhou the moves, but later, seeing that Chen Yanzhou's moves were exquisite and could often attack from unbelievable angles, Hong Qigong couldn't help but use 30% of his true skills.

"Splash!"

The two fought their way from the middle of the river to the riverbank.

The moment he landed, Chen Yanzhou's demeanor changed drastically.

Floating on water without roots is a contest of lightness skills; being grounded is the true skill of solid foundation.

"Master, be careful!"

Chen Yanzhou lowered his waist and stood on his horse, his feet digging into the sand like tree roots, his joints cracking and popping. When he threw a punch, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; it was pure force and energy.

Hong Qigong put away his playful smile, put one hand behind his back, and lightly pushed out with the other.

"Bang!"

Dust storms are rising.

Chen Yanzhou took three steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint in the sand.

Hong Qigong's upper body swayed slightly, and his heels sank half an inch into the sand.

"Good lad!"

Hong Qigong laughed loudly, no longer holding back, and in a flash, he closed in.

At this moment, Chen Yanzhou felt that all he could see were palm shadows, some as fierce as a dragon descending, others as agile as a free spirit, all seemingly real and illusory, making it impossible to distinguish which palm was real.

He gritted his teeth, reacting to each move as it came; if he couldn't counter, he would dodge; if he couldn't dodge, he would tough it out.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

Thirty moves.

Chen Yanzhou was drenched in sweat, his chest heaving violently, his internal energy was being circulated to its limit, and his meridians were aching slightly.

"That's about it."

Hong Qigong's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Chen Yanzhou was startled and was about to change his move when he felt a tightness on the back of his neck.

That rough, large hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped the back of his neck.

He couldn't dodge this move four years ago, and four years later... he still couldn't dodge it.

"Stop! Stop! Master, let go! Don't you know how to give me any face?"

Chen Yanzhou deflated instantly, like a chick being lifted up, his limbs hanging limply, shouting loudly.

Hong Qigong laughed heartily and casually tossed Chen Yanzhou onto the shore.

"Face? What face do you need in front of an old beggar?"

Hong Qigong dusted off his hands, his sharp old eyes scanning Chen Yanzhou up and down, his eyes full of undisguised admiration.

"Great, really great."

Hong Qigong reached out and grabbed the dog-beating stick that flew back, then stuck it into the sand.

"I originally thought that you'd been so busy making money and being a big manager these past few years that your skills had long since deteriorated. I didn't expect you to have such a solid foundation than I thought."

"Especially your internal energy, it's profound and pure, without a trace of superficiality. It seems you've been soaking in chili water quite a bit these past few years, and you've suffered quite a bit."

Chen Yanzhou rubbed his sore neck as he got up, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"That's right. If I don't practice harder, what if I get cornered in an alley by my enemies one day? It would be a disgrace to you, Senior Hong."

Stop being so cheeky.

Hong Qigong laughed and kicked him in the buttocks, but the force was very light.

"That punch just now was quite skillful. If it were a martial arts expert with weaker internal strength, they probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it."

At this point, Hong Qigong's smile faded, and he said seriously, "However, your moves are still too varied. While the Free and Easy Wandering Technique is agile, it lacks lethality. Although the Hun Tian Gong has abundant internal energy, it lacks a method for guiding and releasing it. If that old beggar had truly intended to kill you during those thirty moves, you would have been dead by the tenth move."

Chen Yanzhou brushed the sand off his body and his expression became serious.

"Disciple understands. Although I have sparred with many friends in the underworld over the years, it has mostly been a matter of reaching a point, or I have been bullying people by relying on my internal strength. When I really encounter a master, I feel that I have strength but cannot use it."

"Good to know."

Hong Qigong drew his Dog-Beating Stick, casually twirling it with a flourish. His movements were fluid and graceful, exuding an indescribable air of mastery.

"I came back this time to see if you've been slacking off. If you're indulging in that life of wealth and comfort, then this old beggar should take back his skills to prevent them from causing trouble in the martial arts world in the future."

He glanced at Chen Yanzhou, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It seems that although you're obsessed with money, your heart isn't completely corrupted."

Chen Yanzhou chuckled and stepped forward to massage Hong Qigong's back.

"Master, what are you saying? What do I earn money for? Isn't it so that our Beggars' Clan brothers can have enough to eat, and so that I can buy you the best Shaoxing wine and the fattest roast chicken?"

Don't give me that.

Although Hong Qigong said this, he squinted his eyes comfortably, clearly enjoying the flattery.

"Now that you've laid a solid foundation, there are some things I should teach you."

Chen Yanzhou paused in his movements, his eyes instantly lighting up like two searchlights.

"Master, you mean...?"

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

Hong Qigong snorted, neither admitting nor denying, but simply looking at the shimmering river surface, and said leisurely, "Your Righteous Transport Bureau is doing well, but in the martial world, it's all about fists. If you want to do business all over the world, without some special skills to keep the place in check, you're just dreaming."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Yanzhou.

"Fill your stomach first. Tonight we'll go to the bamboo forest and see if the old beggar is as shrewd as you are in business."

Chen Yanzhou was overjoyed: "Alright!"