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

"We won! Hahaha! Old beggar, how did that kick taste?"

Chen Yanzhou stood there, hands on his hips, laughing so hard he was doubled over, looking as arrogant as could be.

For the past two weeks, I've been beaten up every day and kicked around like a punching bag. Today's kick is a way of getting my money back, with interest.

Hong Qigong on the ground moved his fingers and then let out a painful groan.

"Ouch... my back..."

Chen Yanzhou's laughter stopped abruptly, and the smugness on his face instantly froze.

It seems like he forgot to hold back his power in that kick.

"Master?" Chen Yanzhou called out tentatively.

Hong Qigong remained lying on the ground, his face buried in the dirt, his voice muffled as he said, "Stop calling my soul! Get over here and help me up! My back... my back is broken!"

Chen Yanzhou panicked and rushed over in three steps, squatting down next to Hong Qigong and reaching out to help him up.

"Don't scare me, old man. I didn't use any internal force in that kick."

"No internal energy used?" Using Chen Yanzhou's strength, Hong Qigong grimaced and rolled over, revealing an old face covered in mud. His once ruddy complexion was now somewhat pale. "You brat, you didn't use internal energy? You used every ounce of strength you had!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was your mortal enemy, the murderer of your father!"

Looking at his master's disheveled appearance, especially the clearly visible shoe print on his buttocks, Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but want to laugh again, but he held it back, his face turning bright red.

"Well... I got a little excited and forgot to hold back, forgot to hold back." Chen Yanzhou chuckled as he brushed the dust off Hong Qigong's body. "Plus, your lightness skill is unparalleled, and your flying posture was too graceful, so you might have landed a little... a bit too lightly."

"Stop your nonsense!" Hong Qigong glared at him irritably, clutching his lower back. "Ouch...ouch,ouch,ouch! This old bone of mine is done for by you. I, Hong Qigong, have roamed the martial world for decades, and I didn't fall to Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance, but I got kicked flat on my face by my own disciple. If word gets out, where will I put my face?"

"It won't get out, it absolutely won't get out," Chen Yanzhou assured confidently. "Anyone who dares to gossip will never be able to beg for food in Xiangyang City again."

As he spoke, Chen Yanzhou reached out and touched Hong Qigong's lower back.

The moment his fingers touched her, Hong Qigong flinched: "Gently! Do you think you're kneading dough?"

Chen Yanzhou ignored his complaints and his expression instantly became focused.

Since learning medicine from Liao Lang, his understanding of the human skeleton and meridians has improved dramatically. His fingers gently traced the lumbar spine of Hong Qigong, and he felt a subtle sensation at his fingertips.

"Thankfully, your bones are fine." Chen Yanzhou breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just that a tendon was sprained and slightly dislocated. You usually seem quite robust, how come you're so weak after this fall? Have you been drinking too much lately and developing osteoporosis?"

Hong Qigong cursed, "Hurry up, can you cure me? If you can't, carry me back inside to lie down."

"A piece of cake."

Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into a mischievous smile, and he suddenly pointed to the top of the courtyard wall: "Master, look who's that?"

"Who?" Hong Qigong subconsciously turned his head to look.

In that very instant.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound.

"Awooo—!"

Hong Qigong let out a bloodcurdling scream, startling the sparrows in the trees into a flurry of flight. He whirled around, glaring at Chen Yanzhou: "You little bastard! You're trying to murder your own teacher!"

"Would you like to try again?" Chen Yanzhou clapped his hands, looking relaxed.

Hong Qigong was taken aback and tentatively twisted his waist.

Huh?

The piercing pain from before had disappeared, replaced by a warm and comfortable sensation.

He stood up and jumped around a couple more times. Apart from a slight burning pain in his buttocks, his back was as nimble as ever.

"Hey." Hong Qigong rubbed his lower back, his gaze towards Chen Yanzhou becoming somewhat strange. "Really all better?"

Chen Yanzhou chuckled, then rubbed his hands together, his eyes becoming eager as he stared intently at the emerald green bamboo stick at Hong Qigong's waist.

The meaning is self-evident.

Hong Qigong felt uneasy under his gaze and instinctively protected his Dog-Beating Stick, taking a step back: "What? Trying to snatch it?"

"Master, we have a gentleman's agreement." Chen Yanzhou smiled and took a step closer. "According to the agreement, this Dog-Beating Stick Technique..."

Hong Qigong's face flushed red. After grumbling for a while, he finally slammed his bamboo stick on the ground and said stiffly, "Fine, fine! This old beggar is a man of his word! I'll teach you! I'll teach you, okay?"

At this point, he couldn't help but roll his eyes again: "Besides, would I dare not teach you? What if you kick me while I'm asleep one day? My old bones can't take that kind of abuse."

Chen Yanzhou was overjoyed and bowed deeply, clasping his hands in thanks: "Thank you so much, Master, for your kindness!"

He bowed sincerely.

"Get up, stop with all this nonsense." Hong Qigong waved his hand, but his expression suddenly became somewhat serious.

He walked to the stone table, sat down, picked up the wine gourd and shook it, only to find it was already empty, so he could only put it down dejectedly.

"Don't rush the staff techniques." Hong Qigong raised his eyelids, his gaze fixed intently on Chen Yanzhou. "Tell me first, what exactly happened with that last strike?"

"That grab wasn't the style of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, nor was it the Free and Easy Wandering Technique."

Chen Yanzhou patted the dirt off his sleeves, not intending to hide it.

"That's something I just came up with by guesswork. I call it 'Dragon-Capturing Skill'."

"Dragon-Capturing Skill?"

Hong Qigong muttered it to himself.

"This move is not offensive; it relies on the external projection of internal energy to control the internal energy and retrieve objects from a distance. It's easy to learn, as long as you have a strong internal energy foundation and extremely skillful control over it."

Chen Yanzhou nodded and said with a smile.

"This is all thanks to the medicinal baths I took for those years."

As Chen Yanzhou spoke, he slightly spread the five fingers of his right hand, pointing towards the bluestone three steps away.

"Liao Langzhong taught me about meridians. I discovered that when internal energy circulates in the body, if you create a vortex at the Laogong acupoint, the energy will be drawn in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yanzhou's eyes narrowed, and the internal energy in his dantian surged wildly through his meridians to his right hand.

He made a grabbing motion in the air, and a surge of energy stirred the bluestone beneath him. The stone actually jumped up and landed steadily in Chen Yanzhou's palm.

Chen Yanzhou weighed the stone in his hand and looked at Hong Qigong with a smile.

"Like this."

Hong Qigong was stunned.

"Wow, that's interesting, let's do it again."

Without wasting words, Chen Yanzhou casually tossed the stone three steps away and repeated the same action.

"Making a vortex at the Laogong acupoint... How did you even come up with that idea!"

"You're a real genius, kid. This method requires an extremely high level of control over internal energy."

Hong Qigong looked at Chen Yanzhou, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise and satisfaction.

He originally thought Chen Yanzhou only had some talent in business and comprehension, but he never expected that this kid could actually create his own martial arts. Although this "Dragon Capturing Skill" doesn't seem to have reached its full potential yet, the idea of ​​"controlling objects with qi" has already touched a higher threshold of martial arts.

Chen Yanzhou touched his nose, quite proud of himself.

"How long have you been practicing this move?"

"It's only been about half a month," Chen Yanzhou answered honestly. "I get beaten up during the day and think about it at night. That was the first time I used it in actual combat, and I didn't expect it to work so well."

"good?"

Hong Qigong was amused and annoyed, his tone laced with gritted teeth.