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

Chen Yanzhou naturally sensed that Hong Qigong's tone was unfriendly. With a sincere expression, he leaned over and massaged Hong Qigong's back and shoulders while preaching.

"Master, your disciple knows he was wrong. To make amends, tonight at Zuixianlou, we'll have unlimited 30-year-old Daughter's Red wine, plus two crispy roast geese. Does that make my back feel better?"

Hong Qigong was still humming, but when he heard "Thirty-year-old Daughter's Red Wine", his ears twitched noticeably. When he heard "Crispy Roast Goose", his humming stopped abruptly.

"Ahem." Hong Qigong cleared his throat and said with a stern face, "Am I the kind of person who indulges in gluttony? It's mainly because I see your filial piety... Anyway, my back doesn't seem to hurt so much anymore."

"Master is magnanimous, Master is generous." Chen Yanzhou seized the opportunity, grinning obsequiously.

"Alright, stop getting in the way. Hurry up and make a reservation, or the roast goose skin won't be crispy." Hong Qigong waved his hand, shooing Chen Yanzhou away like a fly.

As soon as Chen Yanzhou's figure disappeared at the courtyard gate, Hong Qigong's pained expression vanished instantly, and his gaze fell on the empty wine cup on the stone table.

"Making a vortex at the Laogong acupoint... I can't believe this kid came up with that."

Hong Qigong muttered something, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

He stood still, without making any obvious moves, but with a slight shift of his inner energy in his dantian, he casually reached out and grabbed at the wine cup in mid-air with his right hand.

"rise!"

Without any awkwardness, the wine glass seemed to be guided by an invisible thread, flying into Hong Qigong's palm with a "whoosh," landing steadily without spilling a single drop of wine.

"Hey!"

Hong Qigong toyed with his wine cup, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

This so-called "Dragon-Capturing Skill" is far less lethal than the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but its skillful application and practicality are unparalleled.

"From now on, I won't have to get out of bed to drink water even if I want to lie in bed," Hong Qigong thought to himself with satisfaction. Then he shook his head and laughed, "This brat, what's wrong with his brain? His martial arts skills aren't great, but he's always coming up with ways to be lazy. However... it's rare that he can control his internal energy to this extent."

That night, the master and disciple drank heartily at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, which goes without saying.

……

The following morning, a thin mist enveloped the backyard of the Xiangyang branch.

The air was damp and cool, and glistening dewdrops clung to the leaves of the old locust tree.

Chen Yanzhou was waiting in the courtyard early, carrying a pot of freshly brewed Longjing tea.

Hong Qigong didn't sleep in either. He stood under the tree, holding his emerald green dog-beating stick, his expression unusually serious.

"Yanzhou, watch carefully."

With a flick of his wrist, Hong Qigong's unassuming bamboo stick instantly transformed into a green blur.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms emphasizes invincibility and using brute force to overcome skill. It is a martial art for battle and killing. One strike will either kill or injure the target."

Hong Qigong's voice was deep, and although the bamboo stick in his hand did not strike anything, it still created a series of sharp whistling sounds in the air.

"But the Dog-Beating Stick Technique is different. It is the culmination of the efforts of successive leaders of the Beggars' Sect, and it emphasizes the word 'skill'."

"A coincidence?" Chen Yanzhou stared intently at the object.

"That's right, the skill of using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds." Hong Qigong moved swiftly, his bamboo staff flicking like a snake's tongue. "This staff technique was originally created to deal with vicious dogs. Dogs are ferocious, clingy, and have a stable lower body. To beat a dog, you can't fight it head-on; you have to strike its joints, block its escape route, and use its force to hit yourself."

"The same principle applies to dealing with people. This staff technique excels at subduing enemies, not killing them."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Qigong slammed his bamboo stick down on the ground.

"First technique: Trip!"

This sweep, seemingly ordinary, was actually extremely cunning, skimming along the ground so closely that anyone standing there would have their ankle caught. Then, the staff twisted, ascending upwards like a vine.

"Focus on the lower body and lock down the opponent's feet. Once the opponent loses their balance, no matter how strong they are, they will be unable to exert any force."

Chen Yanzhou's eyes lit up as he looked at it.

"Look carefully, this is the eight-character formula!"

Hong Qigong let out a low shout, and his figure suddenly accelerated. In an instant, the courtyard was filled with green staff shadows, as if a bamboo forest had sprung up out of thin air.

"hack!"

The bamboo stick was raised high, but there was no sound of it cutting through the air until the moment it fell, when the force suddenly burst forth.

Unlike the sharpness of swords and blades, it carried a heavy, overwhelming feeling, as if it would split the air in front of it in two.

"This is a direct, forceful attack; the goal isn't to kill the enemy, but to intimidate them and force them to retreat!"

"Entangle!"

The wind suddenly changed, transforming the bamboo stick from hard to soft. It seemed to have lost its bones, becoming sticky and mushy, moving with the wind.

Hong Qigong demonstrated by pointing the bamboo stick at a tree trunk. The stick seemed to have a suction force, spinning rapidly along the trunk and impossible to shake off.

"Use softness to overcome hardness, borrow strength to strike back. The more the opponent struggles, the tighter the entanglement becomes, like a maggot clinging to a bone."

Chen Yanzhou clicked his tongue in amazement. Wasn't this just an advanced version of "persistent pursuit"?

"stamp!"

This move is the most insidious... no, ingenious. The bamboo stick transforms into countless cold stars, specifically targeting joints and acupoints where the muscles are weak or numb. Swift and precise, a single strike followed by immediate retreat, never greedy for victory.

"pick!"

With a flick of his wrist, Hong Qigong deftly lifted the bamboo stick upwards, striking a point in the void with remarkable ease, as if gently relieving a tremendous burden.

"Neglect the enemy's force and counterattack their weaknesses. The essence of using minimal force to overcome great strength lies here."

Immediately afterwards, Hong Qigong shrank his body, and his bamboo stick danced into a light screen, impenetrable to water.

"Seal it! The defense is tight, not a drop of water can be leaked. Let the winds blow from the east, west, south, or north, I will remain unmoved."

Then, he used the Free and Easy Walking Technique to move quickly through the courtyard, striking east and west with his bamboo stick, and south and north.

"Turn! Your movements are agile and unpredictable. Make the enemy unable to figure out your intentions, and throw them into chaos before the battle even begins."

Finally, Hong Qigong suddenly stopped, revealing a huge opening.

Chen Yanzhou instinctively wanted to speak up to warn him, but he saw Hong Qigong's lips curl into a cold smile as the bamboo stick emerged from under his ribs with utmost concealment.

"Lure! Lure the enemy deep into your territory, then use their momentum to launch a powerful attack—this is the essence of the 'Lure' technique!"

After completing a set of staff techniques, Hong Qigong stood still.

Fallen leaves fluttered in the courtyard, yet not a single one touched them.

The old locust tree looked perfectly fine, but as a breeze blew by, the bark fell off in a flurry, revealing the white trunk underneath, covered with countless red dots—marks left by the force of the stick.

Chen Yanzhou was dumbfounded.

Hong Qigong breathed a slight sigh of relief, sweat beading on his forehead.

He turned around, looked at his stunned apprentice, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

"How's it going? How much of it did you understand?"

Chen Yanzhou came to his senses and exclaimed sincerely, "Master, this staff technique... is amazing. Especially that 'entanglement' technique, it's simply outrageous... no, it's divine skill."

"Hmph, you know your stuff." Hong Qigong rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "This Dog-Beating Stick Technique, though it has moves, has no fixed form. These eight characters are just the foundation; there are thirty-six stick techniques and seventy-two variations within it. When facing an enemy, one must be adaptable and not be bound by a single move."

As he spoke, he weighed the emerald green bamboo stick in his hand, and suddenly his wrist flicked.

"then!"

The bamboo stick transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for Chen Yanzhou's face.

Chen Yanzhou subconsciously raised his hand to catch it. It was slightly cool to the touch, heavy, and had an excellent feel.

"Now that you understand, show your skills to your master." Hong Qigong walked to the stone table, sat down, picked up the teapot, and took a sip. "Don't be afraid of making mistakes. This staff technique was originally developed by a beggar when he was fighting with vicious dogs for food. The more spontaneous you are, the greater the power."

Chen Yanzhou gripped the dog-beating stick, took a deep breath, and replayed the image of Hong Qigong in his mind.