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

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Yanzhou was overcome with drowsiness.

When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust... no, it should be "think of sleep".

He yawned without any regard for his image, squeezing out two physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, and leaned to one side, as if he wanted to collapse onto the haystack.

"Hey! Chen Yanzhou!"

A clear shout came from the side, carrying a spirit that gave people a headache.

Chen Yanzhou laboriously lifted his eyelids and saw Huang Rong sitting cross-legged beside him, her big eyes shining brightly in the firelight.

"What?" Chen Yanzhou muttered irritably, "Eat your fill and then sleep. That's the least you can do to respect food."

"But I'm so bored!" Huang Rong clearly wasn't going to let him off the hook. She picked up a dry twig and poked at the fire. "You have no ambition at all. What's the difference between you and that clumsy eagle?"

The eagle, which was preening its feathers not far away, paused, rolled its eyes in a remarkably human-like manner, and shifted its rear end in a different direction to express its dissatisfaction.

Chen Yanzhou sighed and sat up straight resignedly.

This girl has an excess of energy.

His gaze swept over Huang Rong's bare feet. She had lost her shoes long ago while fleeing for her life in the forest, and now her feet were covered in mud and grass clippings, making her look as if she had just come back from digging in the mud.

"Stretch your feet over here." Chen Yanzhou reached out and pulled over a snakeskin that had just been dried.

Huang Rong was taken aback and subconsciously shrank back: "What are you going to do? Let me tell you, although I admire your barbecue skills, if you dare to have any improper thoughts..."

"You're overthinking it." Chen Yanzhou rolled his eyes, drew the short blade from his waist, and brandished it on the snakeskin. "You're planning to run barefoot in this deep mountain forest? If your soles get blistered, I'm not carrying you."

Huang Rong blinked, realizing that he wanted to make shoes for her.

A strange emotion welled up inside me, like being gently tickled by a feather.

But this girl, who was always stubborn, grinned from ear to ear and stretched out her dirty little feet, almost touching Chen Yanzhou's face.

"Here, measure it!"

Chen Yanzhou looked at the pair of dark, grimy feet in front of him and his lips twitched.

Despite being covered in mud, it must be said that these feet are exceptionally well-shaped. The arch is like a crescent moon, the ankle is slender, and the five toes are round and adorable.

only……

"Couldn't you at least wipe it a little?" Chen Yanzhou pinched her ankle with two fingers with a look of disgust. "Even Brother Diao would shake his head at the smell."

"It doesn't smell!" Huang Rong protested, deliberately pushing her foot forward, her five toes wiggling as if playing a piano. "This is the fragrance of the earth! Don't you understand?!"

Snapped!

Chen Yanzhou slapped her on the back of the foot without any hesitation.

"Behave yourself!"

Huang Rong winced in pain, shrinking her neck and muttering, "How can you be so insensitive to a woman's feelings?"

But those feet were much more obedient, only occasionally when Chen Yanzhou's hand touched the soles of their feet, they felt a little itchy and tingly.

Chen Yanzhou held up the snakeskin and measured its size on her foot.

chi chi-

The blade sliced ​​through the snakeskin, making a sickeningly loud sound.

Chen Yanzhou moved quickly; although not very precisely, his movements were efficient.

Cutting, punching holes, and casually tearing off a few tough snake tendons to use as thread, two simple snakeskin boot prototypes emerged in the blink of an eye.

Huang Rong was originally swinging her toes and amusing herself, but as she watched, her expression changed.

She leaned closer, staring curiously at Chen Yanzhou's hands: "Wow, you can do this too? You're so skilled!"

Without even raising his head, Chen Yanzhou flicked his wrist, the snake tendon piercing through the hole, and tightened it forcefully: "Don't you understand that having more skills is never a burden?"

"Tch, bragging." Huang Rong curled her lip, resting her chin on her hands. The firelight reflected in her pupils, flickering with tiny sparks. "You're really strange. Your martial arts are ridiculously high, your cooking is better than the imperial chefs, and now you can even make shoes... Just how much stuff is in your head?"

Chen Yanzhou's hands continued moving, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "I have plenty of poses in my head, so just learn them."

Huang Rong scoffed, not pursuing the matter further, but her eyes darted around as she began to have other ideas.

"Hey, Chen Yanzhou." She reached out and poked Chen Yanzhou's face with her finger.

"Spit it out."

"Since there's the Divine Eagle here, the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, and this strange snake that can increase internal energy..." Huang Rong lowered her voice and leaned closer mysteriously, "You must know of other treasure troves, right? Like, where there are peerless martial arts manuals hidden..."

After all, Chen Yanzhou brought her here with a very clear purpose.

It was like going back to my own backyard to get something; I knew the way like the back.

This made her suspect that this guy might be holding some kind of treasure map.

Chen Yanzhou tossed the finished snakeskin boots over: "That's all. Don't be too greedy."

"Really none left?" Huang Rong took the boots and, without any hesitation, put them on her feet.

Surprisingly, they fit quite well.

There's even a soft membrane inside the snakeskin, which feels cool and breathable against the skin – the craftsmanship is amazing.

She stood up and stomped her feet twice, nodding in satisfaction. Then she plopped back down opposite Chen Yanzhou, persistently pressing, "I don't believe you. You're a cunning person, you're definitely hiding something. We're partners now, sworn brothers, we should share good things!"

Chen Yanzhou gathered up the remaining scraps, leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes: "It's in my dreams, go to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."

"you!"

Huang Rong was furious.

This person is like a clam, their mouth is incredibly tight.

Her eyes darted around twice before her gaze fell on the emerald green dog-beating stick at Chen Yanzhou's waist.

"Then we won't talk about treasure," Huang Rong leaned forward, her face full of flattery. "Could you teach me your Dog-Beating Staff Technique?"

Huang Rong had naturally heard of the Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Staff Technique, which was unparalleled in the world. If she could learn even a move or two, it wouldn't be a loss...

Chen Yanzhou didn't even lift his eyelids, his breathing was steady, as if he were asleep.

"Hey! Stop playing dead!" Huang Rong snapped, reaching out to push him. "I didn't learn for nothing! I'll trade you all the martial arts from Peach Blossom Island! Falling Flower Sword Palm? Finger Flicking Skill? Even the Azure Sea Tide Melody will do!"

This is a huge investment.

Any martial art from Peach Blossom Island, if placed in the martial arts world, could cause a bloodbath.

Chen Yanzhou remained motionless, and even gave a perfunctory snoring.

Teach her the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique"? Are you kidding me?

If this is passed on to her, she might hit herself on the head with a bamboo stick one day.

Seeing that he was unmoved by reason, Huang Rong immediately moved closer.

"Say something!"

She stretched out her finger and jabbed it hard into Chen Yanzhou's cheek.

The moment my fingertips touched my skin, they were precisely grabbed by a large hand.

Chen Yanzhou suddenly opened his eyes, which were still full of sleepiness.

"I said, Ms. Huang."

He sat up, still holding onto Huang Rong's fingers tightly, and leaned forward slightly, getting closer to her.

Their faces were so close they could hear each other breathing.

Huang Rong could even see the faint red blood vessels in his eyes.

"Sister, I saved your life and made you shoes. Now all I want to do is sleep. Can you please shut up?"

Huang Rong was startled by his sudden action and instinctively tried to pull her hand back, only to find that the other person's grip was surprisingly strong.

"I...I was just asking..." She shrank back a little guiltily, her voice dropping eight octaves, "If you don't want to teach me, then you don't have to."

Chen Yanzhou released his grip, then lay back down on the stone bed, turning his back to her, and pulled his outer robe over his head.

"sleep!"

Huang Rong rubbed her fingers, which had been pinched red, made a face at his back, and raised her fist to make a feint.

……

"Chen Yanzhou, are you asleep?"

"The fire's out, I'm a little scared..."

"Close your eyes and go to sleep!"

"Hey, you're hugging me too tight, I'm feeling a bit suffocated..."

……