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

Chen Yanzhou lay on a makeshift bed made of long benches, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, looking quite content.

Wait a minute, I seem to have forgotten about a wonderful adventure I had in Xiangyang. It's a really great place!

Indeed, what he was thinking about was Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb.

The Sword Tomb not only contains the sword techniques created by Dugu Qiubai, the Dugu Nine Swords, but also the Bodhi Curved Serpent.

Snake gallbladders are treasures that can increase internal strength and strengthen muscles and bones. In the original story, Yang Guo ate a lot of snake gallbladders after losing his arm, and his internal strength increased by leaps and bounds.

If I were to eat that snake gall, wouldn't my internal strength also improve by leaps and bounds?

However, the snake gallbladder smelled incredibly foul, making it impossible to eat raw.

Chen Yanzhou turned his head and his gaze fell on Huang Rong, who was engrossed in calculating opposite him.

Although this girl looks disheveled now, her cooking skills are top-notch, comparable to those in Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

Even someone as discerning as Hong Qigong was completely charmed by her few dishes, and even handed over his signature move, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

If we could lure this girl to the Sword Tomb and turn those snake gallbladders into all sorts of soups and dishes...

It allows you to practice your skills, satisfy your appetite, and play with birds—it's a win-win-win situation!

Thinking of this, Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but smile slightly, filled with anticipation.

However, the most urgent task is to sort out these messy accounts.

If this mess isn't cleaned up properly, Grandpa Lu will be in trouble again when he gets back to Xiangyang.

At the same time, Huang Rong, who was sketching in the ledger with a brush, suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

The feeling was like being targeted by a malevolent predator.

She looked up at Chen Yanzhou and saw that he was resting with his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips, looking harmless.

"illusion?"

Huang Rong wrinkled her nose, but the ominous premonition in her heart lingered.

She snorted but didn't think much of it, burying herself in the accounts.

……

Time slipped away quietly amidst the clinking of the abacus beads.

As darkness fell outside the window, the waiter tiptoed in, lit the lamp, and brought over a plate of sliced ​​seasonal fruits before discreetly leaving.

The flickering candlelight cast a long, thin shadow of Huang Rong.

"Bang!"

With a sharp crack, Huang Rong slammed the brush in her hand onto the table, splattering ink everywhere.

Chen Yanzhou, who was enjoying a pear, raised an eyebrow upon hearing the voice: "What, all done?"

"Nonsense!"

Huang Rong finally snapped.

"I quit!" Huang Rong stood with her hands on her hips, her chest heaving violently, looking as if she were ready to die. "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Kill me if you want, torture me if you want, but if I ever hold a grudge again, I'll change my surname to yours!"

Chen Yanzhou slowly finished the last bite of the pear and casually tossed the pear core into the spittoon.

"Wow, you've got quite a temper."

He sat up from the bench, pulled a cloth over to wipe his hands, and spoke in a tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated? If those poor scholars who would bow down for a mere five pecks of rice heard this, they would probably laugh their heads off."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Huang Rong retorted, her neck stiff with arrogance. "If you're going to fight, then make it quick!"

She bet that Chen Yanzhou wouldn't dare to really do anything to her.

After spending the whole day together, although this person was a bit sharp-tongued and ruthless, he didn't have that kind of bloodthirsty ferocity. At most, he was just trying to scare me.

However, the next second, she saw Chen Yanzhou stand up.

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a muscular forearm, with his signature, infuriating smile on his face.

"Since you have such a special request, as the eldest brother, if I don't fulfill it, it would seem unreasonable of me to refuse."

Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat: "What...what are you going to do?"

Before he could finish speaking, everything went blurry before his eyes.

Chen Yanzhou's figure approached like a ghost.

Huang Rong subconsciously wanted to use the Azure Wave Palm Technique, but her dantian was empty. With her internal energy sealed, she was now just an ordinary person with slightly more agility.

Before she could even see Chen Yanzhou's actions clearly, her hands were already tied behind her back and pressed against the thick stack of account books.

"You dare hit me! I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!" Huang Rong was filled with shame and anger, struggling desperately and kicking her legs wildly.

Chen Yanzhou acted with great restraint, neither causing serious injury nor failing to teach her a lesson.

"Kill me? You can talk about that after you've settled your score."

"I don't count! Go ahead and kill me!"

"Help! Murder! The Beggars' Sect leader is bullying a child!" Huang Rong shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice shrill and piercing.

Unfortunately, Chen Yanzhou had already paid to book the entire floor. The shopkeeper and waiter downstairs heard the commotion, but who dared to come up and risk getting into trouble?

"Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out." Chen Yanzhou uttered this classic villain line without pausing his actions. "Weren't you pretty tough just now? Weren't you saying you'd rather die than be humiliated? What, you can't take it now?"

After being beaten, Huang Rong immediately became obedient.

The pain was secondary; the main problem was how embarrassing it was!

"Waaaaah... Stop hitting me... I was wrong... Waaaaah..."

Huang Rong finally relented, tears and snot washing away the soot from the bottom of the pot on her face, making her look both comical and pitiful.

Chen Yanzhou then stopped and released his grip.

"If you had been this obedient from the beginning, everything would have been fine."

He clapped his hands, sat back down in his chair, picked up an apple and wiped it on his clothes. "Let's continue. If we don't finish this box tonight, breakfast is canceled tomorrow morning."

Huang Rong covered her bottom and huddled in a corner, sobbing for a long time.

Seeing that Chen Yanzhou was really ignoring her and instead eating an apple and reading a book on his own, she felt even more aggrieved.

This man is a devil!

They have absolutely no compassion for women!

But... my butt really hurts.

Huang Rong sniffed, wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve, and reluctantly moved back to the table while sobbing.

She picked up the abacus, tears welling in her eyes, and began to fiddle with it with a pitiful expression.

"Three taels... Waaah... minus five mace... Waaah... Waaah..."

Under the dim light, the future female strategist of the Beggars' Sect was writing furiously in the ledger while weeping bitterly.

Chen Yanzhou took a bite of the crisp, sweet apple, listened to the rhythmic sobbing and the clatter of the abacus, and nodded in satisfaction.

This kid just needs more practice.

Beating someone up is obviously much more efficient.