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

Chen Yanzhou got out of bed and walked out of the house. The courtyard was quiet. Hong Qigong had gone somewhere to find some wine.

Chen Yanzhou didn't mind. After a quick wash, he stood under the old locust tree in the courtyard.

"Let's warm up first."

He stood with his feet slightly apart, took a deep breath, and his chest and abdomen bulged like bellows.

Begin with the Chaotic Heaven Skill.

Chen Yanzhou practiced this set of introductory boxing techniques taught by Hong Qigong for four whole years.

At first, I thought it was cumbersome and boring, but now that it has a solid foundation, the flavor has completely changed.

Each punch no longer pursues speed, but rather a sense of oppressive weight, as heavy as a mountain.

Before the fist even landed, the internal energy surged through the meridians like a river flowing into the sea, growing stronger with each acupoint it passed.

After finishing the Thirty-Six Styles of Chaotic Heaven Fist, Chen Yanzhou's forehead was slightly sweaty, and two shallow footprints were left on the bluestone slab under his feet.

Without any pause, the figure that had been as steady as a rock suddenly became elusive.

Chen Yanzhou's figure weaved through the dappled light and shadows falling from the locust tree, his movements agile, while his palm strikes whistled through the air.

When he stood still, his breathing was slightly rapid, but he showed no signs of fatigue.

He immediately closed his eyes, recalling the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in his mind.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it."

He gave a low shout and slowly pushed out his right palm.

This palm strike was extremely slow, so slow that it felt as if the palm was pushing a massive boulder.

Chen Yanzhou clearly felt the internal energy surging into his right palm.

Use seven-tenths of your strength and reserve three-tenths.

The three points left are not for defense, but to allow the seven points of force that were sent out to have room to maneuver and the possibility of change.

"Buzz!"

The palm strike landed in the void, producing a deep, muffled sound, like a muffled thunderclap from a clear sky.

This is different from the Hun Tian Gong, where the force comes and goes directly, while the Xiao Yao You has too scattered force.

But at this moment he suddenly realized that this Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms was both hard and soft, and soft yet contained hardness.

Chen Yanzhou withdrew his palm and stood up, looking at the old locust tree in front of him whose leaves were scattered by the palm wind. There was not much ecstasy in his eyes, but rather a hint of contemplation.

The force of that palm strike just now did indeed show signs of regret, but the internal energy that was withdrawn was extremely blocked and stagnant.

Chen Yanzhou muttered to himself as he picked up a fallen leaf.

The essence of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms lies in the word "regret," not simply in holding back strength. Thinking of this, Chen Yanzhou's lips curled up slightly.

He raised his hand again, without striking a pose of imposing weight, and simply slapped the millstone beside him.

This palm strike was so light it barely made a sound.

"Smack."

A crisp sound, like hitting a watermelon.

The thick bluestone remained completely still, not even a single stone chip fell off.

Chen Yanzhou patted the dust off his hands with satisfaction, turned around and went back into the house to change his clothes.

After he left, a gentle breeze blew by, and the seemingly intact bluestone suddenly emitted a series of fine "crackling" sounds. Then, the entire upper part collapsed into a pile of stone dust, just like a crispy biscuit.

Round on the outside, square on the inside, effortless in handling heavy tasks.

Although we are still a long way from Hong Qigong's level of "a gazelle hanging its horns on a tree, leaving no trace," we have chosen the right path.

Chen Yanzhou changed into a clean blue robe and sauntered out the door.

Although his martial arts skills had improved, he knew that in the world of The Condor Heroes, his meager skills were no match for someone of Ouyang Feng's or Huang Yaoshi's caliber; they would be defeated in just a few moves.

One should always be humble.

After leaving the branch headquarters, Chen Yanzhou headed straight for Baicaotang in the south of the city.

In recent years, apart from practicing martial arts and making money, he has spent most of his time at Liao Langzhong's place.

Initially, it was to understand the meridians and lay a foundation for better martial arts training. Secondly, it was to save money for treating the injuries of the Beggar Clan brothers. Later, it was discovered that the principles of medicine and martial arts were actually the same.

Especially after acquiring internal energy, his perception of the body's meridians and acupoints became even more acute than that of veteran doctors who had practiced medicine for decades.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of Baicaotang, I heard Liao Langzhong's hoarse voice coming from inside.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating! I prescribed you some medicine to clear heat and reduce internal fire, and you turn around and go eat pig's head? Do you even want this leg anymore? If not, I'll saw it off right now!"

Chen Yanzhou lifted the curtain and went in, only to see Doctor Liao spitting as he spoke to a fat, wealthy merchant.

The wealthy merchant hunched his shoulders, looking aggrieved, while his young apprentice, Xiao Hu, frantically grabbed some medicine.

Seeing Chen Yanzhou enter, Physician Liao smiled and said, "You've finally decided to come?"

"No way." Chen Yanzhou skillfully took out his apron from behind the counter and tied it on. "Money is just an external thing; healing the sick and saving lives is accumulating good deeds. Master, please calm down. Give this fat... this gentleman to me."

Upon hearing that the doctor had been changed, the portly merchant looked at the young boy with some hesitation: "Little miracle doctor, you've finally arrived?"

Chen Yanzhou sat down with a smile, placing three fingers on the square inch ruler.

In the past, he would have had to spend half a day examining the patient's body using traditional Chinese medicine methods.

But now, the moment the fingertips touched it, the primordial energy within the body traveled along the fingertips.

Without the other person speaking, a single circulation of true energy revealed the fat man's internal condition in his mind like a map.

The damp heat is flowing downwards, causing blockages in the meridians. The most critical issue is that although this fat man looks strong, he actually suffers from kidney deficiency, making him outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

"Have you been feeling heavy in your legs lately, especially in the afternoon, like they're filled with lead?" Chen Yanzhou withdrew his hand and asked casually.

The portly businessman's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice: "Amazing! That's exactly how it feels! And I even have night sweats and wake up feeling chilly."

"That's just a false heat."

Chen Yanzhou picked up his pen, and his brush moved with incredible speed and fluidity.

"Forget about the pig's head meat; replace it with winter melon and barley soup. Take this recipe, boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and drink it twice a day, morning and evening. Also..."

Chen Yanzhou paused, glanced at the fat man with a half-smile, and lowered his voice, saying, "That young lady from Yihong Courtyard, we haven't seen her much lately, have we? It's her own body to take care of; at her age, she should be careful."

The portly businessman's face turned a deep shade of liver, a mixture of embarrassment and admiration. He repeatedly bowed, saying, "The young miracle doctor is right, he's right!"

After seeing off the wealthy, fat merchant, Physician Liao glanced at the prescription written by Chen Yanzhou.

Alisma plantago-aquatica, Poria cocos, Paeonia suffruticosa...

All the ingredients are common medicinal herbs, but the combination is extremely ingenious. It removes dampness and heat while protecting the body's vital energy. In particular, the dosage of the guiding herb, Achyranthes bidentata, is extremely precise.

"Interesting." Doctor Liao handed the prescription to Xiao Hu to get the medicine, took a sip of tea, and said, "Looks like you haven't been idle at home studying these past few days while I've been away."

"That's right, the master leads you in, but the cultivation is up to you." Chen Yanzhou didn't mince words, grabbing a handful of melon seeds and cracking them open.

Liao Langzhong smiled without saying a word and went off to study the prescription.

As the sun began to set, the patients who had come for their consultations gradually dispersed.

It's rare for Baicaotang to be quiet.

Xiao Hu was squatting in front of the medicine cabinet, diligently pounding the medicine.

Chen Yanzhou was happy to have some free time, so he moved a rattan chair to lie down under the grape trellis in the yard and casually picked up a copy of "Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold" and covered his face with it.

The pages turned, and the scent of ink filled the air.

As Chen Yanzhou looked at the records about meridians and acupoints in the book, his mind was filled with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms that Hong Qigong had taught him last night.

"A dragon that soars too high will regret it; fullness cannot last long..."

He muttered to himself silently, his fingers gesturing unconsciously on the armrest of the wicker chair.

After practicing at noon, his understanding of this palm technique became more profound. The reason why the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is so fierce and unparalleled is not because of its great strength, but because of its ultimate control over internal energy.

That palm strike was seven parts power for the killing blow and three parts power for a follow-up attack.

This three-tenths of power is contained within the palm, rotating like a vortex. It can both protect oneself and be transformed into an attack at any time, making it impossible to defend against.

Chen Yanzhou licked his lips and glanced at the teapot on the stone table not far away.

That was a purple clay teapot, Liao Langzhong's prized possession. It was said to be handmade by a famous craftsman from a previous dynasty, and he treasured it dearly. Only Chen Yanzhou, with his influence, dared to use it to brew those few coins of fine silver.

It was about seven or eight steps away from the rattan chair.

Chen Yanzhou sighed and muttered to himself.

"If I could just make this teapot fly over by itself, how much easier that would be."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yanzhou was stunned.

Retrieving objects remotely.

Just like Qiao Feng's "Dragon-Capturing Skill" in the battle at Juxian Manor, which amazed everyone and allowed him to grab people and weapons from a distance as easily as taking something out of a bag.

"Dragon-Capturing Skill..."

Chen Yanzhou's eyes suddenly lit up, and he sat up abruptly.

The dragon that soars too high will regret it; that is to keep it. The skill of capturing the dragon is to reclaim it.

What if I were to take back all the internal energy I had released?

Chen Yanzhou stared intently at the purple clay teapot.

After some thought, I roughly understood the principle behind the Dragon-Capturing Skill.

It's simply about using internal force to project outwards, treating internal force as an extended hand, and focusing more on the exquisite control after the internal force is projected outwards.

"Give it a try!"

Chen Yanzhou is a man of action; he does what he sets his mind to.

He took a deep breath, focused his energy in his dantian, and channeled his true energy along his meridians, converging at the Laogong acupoint on his right palm.

"go!"

Chen Yanzhou let out a low shout, and his right palm suddenly shot out, his five fingers forming a claw, covering the purple clay teapot from afar, his inner force bursting forth.

He didn't use a forceful palm strike; instead, he tried to create a pulling force around the teapot.

However, imagination is often grand, while reality is often harsh.

Internal energy is invisible and intangible. Once it leaves the body, it's like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins, and it can no longer heed even the slightest commands.

Chen Yanzhou felt a heat in his palm as his internal energy was released.

There is no rotation, and no suction.

Only a powerful gust of air roared towards the stone table.

"broken!"

Chen Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but the force had already left his body, and there was no way to take it back.

"Bang--!"

A crisp sound rang out in the quiet courtyard.

The ancient purple clay teapot that Liao Langzhong treasured, along with the four small teacups that came with it, instantly shattered into countless fragments.

Tea splashed everywhere, mixing with purplish-red pottery shards, spilling all over the floor with a clatter. Even the thick bluestone tabletop was shaken open by the force of the blow, leaving several fine cracks.

Chen Yanzhou remained frozen in place, his claws extended, his lips twitching.