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

Thinking of this, Huang Rong's lips curled up slightly, and she subconsciously glanced at Chen Yanzhou, seeing him lying on the bench with his eyes half-closed and his breathing long and even.

A sly smile played on her lips as she lightly touched the ground with her toes.

With a sudden movement, he unleashed the full power of the Spirit Turtle Step.

"Woof!"

Wangcai, who was gnawing on a bone, suddenly raised its head and barked wildly at the window.

But it was too late.

Huang Rong's figure shot through the window like an arrow, leaving her suspended in mid-air. Feeling the cool breeze outside, her gloom vanished instantly.

You want to use me as a laborer? Keep dreaming!

Suspended in mid-air with nowhere to grab onto, Huang Rong turned her head and made a face at the lazy figure at the window.

"You stinking beggar! Thanks for the eight-treasure duck! Consider this one hundred taels of silver my first lesson for you: the world is a dangerous place, be more careful in your next life! See you later..."

Before the words "life imprisonment" could even be uttered, Huang Rong's smug expression froze instantly.

Chen Yanzhou, lying on the bench, didn't even lift his eyelids or change his posture.

But the hand that was originally resting on his abdomen casually rose up, his five fingers forming a claw, his palm facing inward, and he made a vague grabbing motion towards the plate of leftover fried peanuts on the table.

An invisible suction force suddenly erupted.

Three peanuts on the table flew into his palm with a whoosh.

Chen Yanzhou flicked his fingers lightly.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three sharp, piercing sounds suddenly rang out, their shrill and shrill quality even more terrifying than that of a powerful bow or crossbow.

Huang Rong was in mid-air, just as her old strength was exhausted and her new strength had not yet been generated. When she heard the sound of something cutting through the air, her scalp tingled instantly.

hidden weapon?!

She tried to dodge, but being in mid-air, she had nowhere to grab onto and could only watch helplessly as the three points of cold light magnified in her pupils.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three muffled thuds.

Huang Rong felt a numbness in the two major acupoints on her back, "Fengmen" and "Feishu". Immediately afterwards, a powerful force drilled into her meridians, instantly sealing off the internal energy flowing in her body.

Her once light body instantly became as heavy as iron.

"ah--!"

With a gasp, Huang Rong, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted straight out of the second-floor window.

"thump!"

A dull thud came from downstairs, followed by Huang Rong's furious cry of pain: "Ouch! My butt... You stinking beggar! You cheated!"

Inside a private room on the second floor.

Chen Yanzhou remained in that comfortable posture, as if he hadn't been the one who had just made the move.

He sighed, reached for a peanut on the table, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunch.

"Wangcai" (meaning "prosperous wealth")

"Woof!"

Wangcai barked excitedly, wagged its tail, and dashed towards the stairwell like a black lightning bolt.

……

The entrance to the store on the first floor.

Huang Rong was completely disoriented from the fall. Although Chen Yanzhou had acted with restraint, and the peanut had only sealed her acupoints without damaging her internal organs, falling from the second floor was no joke.

She lay on the ground, covered in dirt and grime, her already filthy face now looking like a big, messy cat.

"Bastard! Villain! Despicable scoundrel!"

Huang Rong tried to gather her qi, but found that her dantian was empty and she could not mobilize any internal energy.

"When my dad gets here, he'll tear down this shabby restaurant of yours and pull out all your dog teeth!"

As she was cursing, Huang Rong looked up and saw the big black dog baring its teeth, drooling, and charging towards her with a "malicious" look on its face.

"You...you stay away!" Huang Rong shrank back in fright. "You damn dog! If you dare bite me, I...I'll stew you!"

Wangcai clearly didn't understand the threat and squatted down next to her.

Upon seeing this, Huang Rong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, a face that Huang Rong hated so much peeked out from the second-floor window.

Chen Yanzhou, still holding a peanut in his hand, looked down at Huang Rong, who was lying on the street, as if she were a wild cat that had fallen from a tree: "Aren't you coming up?"

Huang Rong rubbed her bottom, which had been split into four pieces, and gasped in pain.

Although the fall didn't break any bones, the disheveled look was definitely real.

She tilted her head back, her face, which was painted like a flower, flushed bright red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"You surnamed Chen! What kind of hero are you, resorting to underhanded tactics!" Huang Rong pointed at the window and cursed, "If you're so capable, release my pressure points and let's have a real fight! Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by your fellow martial arts practitioners for using such despicable methods?!"

"Laugh at?" Chen Yanzhou seemed to have heard the funniest joke, casually tossing a peanut into his mouth. "We're beggars. We threw away our pride the day we entered this business. Besides, what's the point of talking about chivalry with a sly little devil like you who tries to dine and dash?"

"You—!" Huang Rong exclaimed angrily.

"And another thing," Chen Yanzhou interrupted her lazily, tapping the window frame lightly with the jade dog-beating stick in his hand, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound, "I just sealed your Qi Sea and Feng Gate, preventing you from gathering internal energy. If you don't behave yourself..."

He didn't elaborate, but with a flick of his wrist, the emerald green stick twirled beautifully between his fingers, accompanied by a chilling whistling sound.

The meaning is clear: I wouldn't mind if you actually broke a leg.

Huang Rong looked at the stick, her pupils shrinking slightly.

The force applied by those three peanuts was perfectly controlled, sealing her internal energy without actually damaging her meridians. This skill of identifying and striking acupoints is something that a brute who only knows how to use brute force cannot achieve.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. This beggar is stubborn and won't listen to reason. If we keep pushing him, we'll only suffer the consequences.

Hmph, a true man can bend and stretch, this young lady... this young lady is enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens!

Huang Rong mentally gave herself a way out, gritted her teeth, and got up from the ground.

Her tattered clothes were covered in dust, making her look even more like a beggar. She glared at Wangcai, who was squatting beside her like a door god.

"What are you looking at, you damn dog!"

Wangcai yawned, wagged its tail, and followed behind her like a dutiful supervisor.

Huang Rong limped back, each step feeling like she was stepping on Chen Yanzhou's face. Inside Changqing Restaurant, the waiter and manager huddled behind the counter, barely daring to breathe.

Back in the private room on the second floor, Chen Yanzhou had already sat back down on the bench.

"Please." Chen Yanzhou gestured for him to proceed.

Huang Rong plopped down on the stool angrily and said irritably, "Fine, fine!"

"It would have been so much better if we had done this earlier, then we wouldn't have had to suffer." Chen Yanzhou closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head.

Huang Rong looked at the four large boxes in front of her, which resembled coffins, took a deep breath, and casually picked up an account book.

It was only when she looked that she realized Huang Rong's delicate eyebrows were almost twisted into a pretzel.

"What kind of mess is this!" Huang Rong couldn't help but complain. "'On the fifth day of the third month, 500 shi of rice were delivered, and silver... about 50 taels was paid out?' About? You can only do accounting about 'about'? And this, 'Patients for Wang Ermazi's medical treatment, 3 taels, and then a chicken was ordered to nourish him, worth 5 qian of silver,' is this also recorded in the public accounts?"

Although she had never managed the household affairs, all the expenses on Peach Blossom Island were accounted for. She had never seen an account book that looked like a child's scribbles.

"If the accounts were clear, why would I need you?" Chen Yanzhou's voice drifted over. "These guys from the Zhangjiakou branch are good at fighting, but getting them to wield a pen is harder than slaughtering a pig. You'll have to do the work of cleaning up this mess for me."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes, but her pride was instead stirred up.

Without further ado, she reached into the box, grabbed a handful of account books, and spread them out on the table.