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

"The so-called anticipation of the enemy's moves means seeing through the opponent's intentions and attacking the point where the opponent has no choice but to defend before he exerts his strength and his moves have become stale."

Huang Rong walked half a circle around the large blue stone with her hands behind her back, kicking the pebbles on the ground with her toes, her tone light and cheerful.

At this point, she turned to look at Chen Yanzhou, her eyes and brows brimming with pride: "How was it? Did I solve it correctly?"

Chen Yanzhou spat out the grass root in his mouth, sat up straight, and there was a genuine sense of appreciation in his eyes.

"Not too stupid."

He laughed and said, "Now that you understand this principle, if you complete the first two steps I just mentioned and abandon those so-called sword manual moves, given time, you may be able to comprehend your own 'Nine Swords of Dugu'."

If others heard this, they would be overjoyed.

Creating one's own martial arts style is a quality only a grandmaster possesses.

But Huang Rong just pursed her lips and waved her hand listlessly: "Forget it, forget it, it's tiring to listen to."

She plopped down next to Chen Yanzhou, propped her chin on her hands, and stared blankly at the distant waterfall: "To memorize all the moves in the world, and then forget them all again... let someone else suffer that pain. Besides..."

She turned to Chen Yanzhou with a sly smile, revealing two small tiger teeth: "The few phrases you just taught me, like 'using the opponent's strength against them' and 'using four ounces to move a thousand pounds,' are more than enough for me."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You're quite the lazy one, taking what's readily available."

"That's called a smart person not doing stupid work," Huang Rong said confidently.

"wrong."

Huang Rong suddenly turned her head, her bright eyes narrowing slightly, like a little fox that had smelled fish, staring intently at Chen Yanzhou.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yanzhou felt uneasy under her gaze and subconsciously leaned back.

"You speak so eloquently," Huang Rong stood up, circled Chen Yanzhou twice, and gently tapped her Qingguang sword against her palm. "But apart from a few sentences about the period when swords were used, there isn't even a single sword manual in the Sword Tomb. You've never met Senior Dugu, nor were you born in that era. How do you know all this?"

She paused, then leaned closer: "You're not just making up stories here to make fun of me, are you?"

Chen Yanzhou was speechless.

This girl's mind works too fast, which isn't always a good thing.

He can't exactly say that he's from another time and has read Jin Yong's original works, can he?

Seeing that Chen Yanzhou remained silent, Huang Rong's suspicion deepened. Her eyes darted around, as if she had just realized something, and she suddenly clapped her hands: "I know!"

"What do you know?"

"You must have found the manual for the 'Nine Swords of Dugu' a long time ago!" Huang Rong pointed at Chen Yanzhou's nose, looking smug as if she had seen through the truth. "Well, you've kept it well hidden. Were you afraid I would learn it and surpass you, so you deliberately hid it and made up this whole bunch of nonsense to fool me?"

As she spoke, she even glanced seriously into Chen Yanzhou's pants, as if trying to find the non-existent secret manual.

Chen Yanzhou rolled his eyes and brushed away the finger she was pointing at his nose: "If I had a sword manual, would I need to practice swordsmanship under that waterfall every day?"

"That's hard to say," Huang Rong scoffed, clearly not believing it.

"If I had that kind of free time, I would have already left you behind and gone back to Xiangyang City to enjoy a life of luxury. Why would I suffer in these deep mountains and forests?" Chen Yanzhou shrugged helplessly.

Huang Rong tilted her head and thought about it, and it made sense.

"Then how do you know so much?" She still wouldn't give up.

Chen Yanzhou sighed and began to speak.

"While there are few rumors about Senior Dugu in the martial arts world, they are not nonexistent. Coupled with the sword inscription on the Sword Tomb, isn't it difficult to deduce his identity?"

"Reverse push?" Huang Rong was taken aback.

"That's right." Chen Yanzhou said seriously, and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner. "Look at that Xuan Tie Heavy Sword. It emphasizes 'a heavy sword has no edge, great skill is without artifice.' This is the ultimate way to overcome skill with strength. Since strength can overcome skill, there must also be a way to overcome strength with skill. Senior Dugu reached the realm of 'no sword is better than having a sword' in his later years. Doesn't that indirectly prove this point?"

Huang Rong was stunned.

Although she was intelligent, she was still young, and this was the first time she had heard of such backward reasoning based on the principles of martial arts. It sounded both mysterious and inexplicably reasonable.

Especially considering Chen Yanzhou's confident demeanor, it really didn't seem like he was lying.

"Really?" Huang Rong's doubts lessened slightly.

"Of course," Chen Yanzhou said without changing his expression.

Huang Rong nodded thoughtfully, muttering, "No wonder Father always said that all paths in the world lead to the same goal, and at a higher level, it's often not about the techniques that matter."

Upon seeing this, Chen Yanzhou immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Rong's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had discovered a new continent: "Since you can deduce this, doesn't that mean that as long as you master this method, no martial arts technique in the world will be a secret to you?"

If that's the case, then this skill is far more powerful than any sword manual!

Looking at her greedy expression, Chen Yanzhou reached out and pinched her cheek, saying...

"What are you thinking? You couldn't have imagined it happening this fast."

"Ouch!" Huang Rong rubbed her cheek and glared at him. "Why not? Doesn't it make sense?"

"The reason I was able to deduce this is because Senior Dugu's swordsmanship progresses from complexity to simplicity, from technique to the Way, and finally to the ultimate simplicity."

"If it were something else, it would be difficult."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong also felt that what he said made a lot of sense.

After thinking about it for a moment, she stopped worrying about it. She raised her hand and touched her flat stomach, changing the subject faster than turning the pages of a book.

"I've been practicing all afternoon, I'm starving! What are we going to eat tonight?"

Seeing that she had changed the subject, Chen Yanzhou breathed a sigh of relief, lay back down on the bluestone slab, put his hands behind his head, and said lazily, "You're the cook, you decide. Why are you asking me what to cook?"

Huang Rong's eyes darted around, her gaze passing over Chen Yanzhou and landing on Wangcai, who was sleeping on the ground not far away.

Wangcai seemed to sense something, opened its eyes and looked at them, then shrank back warily.

"I think Wangcai has grown quite robust lately..."

Huang Rong swallowed hard, her voice tinged with malice: "If I could stew a pot of fragrant dog meat hot pot, tsk tsk, I've been craving that taste for so long..."

Before she could finish speaking, a large hand landed on her forehead without any hesitation.

"collapse!"

The sound was crisp and clear; it hurt just to hear it.

"Ouch!"

Huang Rong clutched her head, tears welling in her eyes from the pain, and glared at Chen Yanzhou: "You hit me again!"

Chen Yanzhou withdrew his hand, sat up, and looked at Huang Rong with annoyance, saying, "Wangcai is my dearest friend, my brother! How dare you try to eat it?"

Huang Rong rubbed her forehead, pouted, and muttered to herself as she rubbed her head.

"Hmph, if you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it, you stingy person."

"You keep hitting my head, you're going to make me stupid. If I can't figure out kung fu by then, I'll blame you for the rest of my life."

Seeing her pitiful look, a smile flashed in Chen Yanzhou's eyes.

"Alright, stop playing the victim. As long as you stop messing with Wangcai, I won't hit you on the head anymore."

As he spoke, he rubbed Huang Rong's head.

Huang Rong looked at Chen Yanzhou and began to speak.

"You said it yourself, a gentleman's word is his bond!"

"What's done is done!"

"Hey, what if I really do turn out stupid?"

"If you ever become mentally unstable, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life!"

"I'm not short of money!"

"Tch, who needs you to support them!"

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