Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

On the other side, Lin Xuan, though seemingly at ease, was secretly marveling at his own performance.

Guo Jing, as depicted by Jin Yong, is indeed a bug in the system.

Lin Xuan could sense that as the battle progressed, Guo Jing's momentum was actually rising.

This is not just a matter of profound internal strength, but also a fighting instinct.

Guo Jing's ability to become stronger when facing stronger opponents and his capacity to turn simple moves into magic are simply unreasonable.

Lin Xuan was making plans in his mind.

Although his current strength is enough to suppress Guo Jing, he is not yet at the point where he can easily crush him.

After all, Guo Jing's decades of combat experience and his extremely strong and powerful internal energy are undeniable, making him a true top-five fighter in the world.

Another dozen or so moves passed.

The two finally finished their sparring session. Since it wasn't a fight to the death, they stopped after a few moves.

Lin Xuan stopped his attack and stood up, his face still ruddy, clearly indicating that he had not exerted his full strength.

Guo Jing also withdrew his palm and exhaled a long breath of white air, which shot out more than three feet like an arrow and lingered for a long time.

He looked at Lin Xuan and laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Xuan'er, I never expected it, I really never expected it! In just a few years, you have grown to this level!"

Guo Jing strode over. At this moment, the way he looked at Lin Xuan was no longer that of a junior, but a comrade-in-arms with whom he could fight side by side and even be entrusted with important responsibilities.

"The Yangtze River's waves push the previous waves forward. It is truly a blessing for our Great Song Dynasty to have a talent like you!"

Guo Jing was filled with emotion, "Judging from your current martial arts skills, there are probably very few people in the world who can surpass you."

Hearing Guo Jing's unreserved praise, Lin Xuan lowered his head slightly, adopting a humble and respectful demeanor.

He raised his head, his deep eyes looking at Guo Jing, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, and slowly said:

"Master, you flatter me. Xuan'er's achievements today are all thanks to your excellent guidance."

When he said the word "master," Lin Xuan emphasized it, and the image of the usually dignified and noble Chief Huang moaning and being completely conquered by him in the study last night flashed into his mind.

"Without my master's tireless and selfless teaching, how could my martial arts skills have improved so rapidly?"

Lin Xuan's words were loaded with hidden meaning; every word seemed to conceal a soft knife with barbs.

However, the simple and honest Guo Jing could not understand the mystery behind it.

He thought Lin Xuan was a good child who respected his teacher, and he was even happier to hear him attribute all the credit to Huang Rong.

“Your master is exceptionally intelligent, so her ability to teach disciples is naturally better than mine.”

Guo Jing laughed heartily, his face full of happiness. "Rong'er has put in a lot of effort for you. You must take good care of her in the future and not let her hard work go to waste."

"That's natural."

The smile in Lin Xuan's eyes deepened.

"This disciple will certainly take good care of Master, Master-in-law, please rest assured."

Chapter 240: I will take good care of you

In Xiangyang, at the Guo residence, candlelight blazed and the aroma of food filled the air.

Although there were no guests from outside the family, tonight's family dinner was still a joyful occasion.

Guo Jing remained seated in the main seat, a simple and honest smile on his face, serving food to Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and reminding them not to slack off in their training.

Huang Rong sat to one side. Although she was already a mother, her exquisitely beautiful face was still as fair and tender as a young girl's, illuminated by the candlelight.

Lin Xuan sat to the left of Huang Rong, and beside him, as always, was the same spot—to his left was the beautiful Guo Fu, and to his right was the elegant Cheng Ying.

"Come on, let's all drink to each other!"

Guo Jing raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone raised their glasses in response.

Huang Rong put down her wine cup with elegant movements, her beautiful eyes casually scanning the surroundings before finally settling on Cheng Ying, who was sitting next to Lin Xuan.

"Junior Sister Cheng Ying, from Peach Blossom Island to Xiangyang, it's been a long and arduous journey. Was the trip peaceful?"

Huang Rong asked with concern, her tone gentle, displaying the demeanor of an elder sister who acts like a mother.

Cheng Ying quickly put down her chopsticks and respectfully replied, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. Although there were some minor setbacks along the way, we were all safe and sound thanks to Young Master Lin's help."

When she mentioned "Young Master Lin," she glanced at Lin Xuan subconsciously, her cheeks flushing slightly.

This subtle movement did not escape Huang Rong's notice, but she remained calm and composed.

"That's good. Try this Lotus Pond Moonlight dish. It was specially made by our chefs in the manor, imitating the style of Jiangnan."

Cheng Ying quickly put down her chopsticks and said respectfully, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

She wore a light blue long dress today, which, despite its lack of embellishment, made her look exceptionally elegant.

With Lin Xuan's company and guidance along the way, she had become much more relaxed, and although she didn't say much, she often showed a gentle smile.

"Father, Mother, you don't know, these past few days, my junior brother took Uncle Cheng to inspect the city's defenses, and everyone kept praising how beautiful she is!"

Guo Fu said with a hint of jealousy as she stuffed meatballs into her mouth.

Lin Xuan, however, remained calm and smiled as he added a spoonful of soup to Guo Fu's bowl: "Even eating can't shut you up. My uncle and I were on official business, checking for loopholes in the city's defenses. That was a serious matter."

"Hmph, I want to go with you too."

Guo Fu muttered something, but was quickly appeased by Lin Xuan's doting gaze.

Huang Rong sat to the side, taking in all of this.

Her intelligent eyes darted between Lin Xuan and Cheng Ying, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Huang Rong put down her chopsticks and bowl, her expression becoming slightly more serious. "Father instructed in his letter that Junior Sister Cheng Ying should come to Xiangyang so that she could gain some experience. Although her martial arts skills are not weak, and she has mastered the true teachings of Peach Blossom Island, whether it is the Jade Flute Sword Technique or the Eight Trigrams of Qimen Dunjia, she is still lacking in experience in the martial world."

Huang Rong looked at Lin Xuan, her eyes filled with a deep meaning that only the two of them understood: "Xuan'er, since you've been helping your junior sister get familiar with the environment these past few days, you have to take on this responsibility. Not only must you protect her, but you must also teach her how to survive in this treacherous world. You must not let your junior sister suffer any losses."

"Of course," Lin Xuan said solemnly. "This disciple will do his utmost to take good care of Junior Uncle."

Upon hearing the word "take care of," Huang Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gently kicked Lin Xuan under the table.

Lin Xuan remained expressionless, and even hooked his arm around Huang Rong's leg under the table, gently rubbing it.

Huang Rong stiffened, but she forced herself to remain calm, though her ears felt slightly hot.

She glared at Lin Xuan, her eyes filled with both reproach and a hint of alluring charm.

"Alright, everyone's finished eating, right?" Huang Rong stood up. "Brother Jing, take Da Wu and Xiao Wu to the study to test their knowledge of military strategy. Fu'er, take Junior Sister Cheng Ying for a walk in the garden. Xuan'er..."

She paused, then her tone became businesslike: "Come with me. There are some things about the Beggars' Sect that I need to discuss with you."

"Yes, Master."

Lin Xuan readily agreed, but he was secretly overjoyed.

What's the urgent matter?

This is clearly because Master is jealous and wants to interrogate her alone.

Inside the study, the candlelight flickered.

The moment the door closed, the serious atmosphere vanished instantly.

Huang Rong leaned against the desk, arms crossed, her usually awe-inspiring eyes now fixed on Lin Xuan with a half-smile, as if trying to see right through him.

"Speak, my good disciple."

Huang Rong spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of languor.

"On the way here, you took your junior sister sightseeing everywhere. Were you having so much fun that you forgot all about home? You didn't even think about your master?"

Lin Xuan smiled and stepped forward, reaching out to put his arm around her waist, but Huang Rong gently slapped his arm away.

"Don't touch me, answer my question first."

Huang Rong kept a straight face, but the spring-like feeling in the corners of her eyes was impossible to hide.

Lin Xuan dropped his playful grin and put on a wronged expression: "Master, you're wronging your disciple. I've been thinking of you the whole way here, afraid that you'd forget me while I was away from Xiangyang!"

"Get lost!" Huang Rong spat at him, her face flushing red. "Stop talking nonsense with me. Let me ask you, do you... have any ulterior motives towards Cheng Ying?"

She knows Lin Xuan too well.

This little devil looks like a respectable gentleman, but in reality he's a lecherous, heartless glutton.

He has his eye on every beautiful woman.

Moreover, Cheng Ying's cool and gentle temperament is most attractive to men.

"Wicked ideas?"

Lin Xuan stopped pretending. He stepped forward and forcefully forced Huang Rong to the edge of the table. He placed his hands on either side of her, encircled her in his arms, and looked down into her eyes.

"Master, what do you think constitutes 'evil thoughts'? If it refers to appreciating beautiful things and wanting to protect them, then perhaps there's a tiny bit of that. But if it refers to something else..."

Lin Xuan paused, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "Then it depends on fate. As the saying goes, let nature take its course, and things will fall into place naturally. I never force anything."

"Hmph, let nature take its course?"

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, her gaze full of charm, "I think you, you wicked rascal, had planned this all along, hadn't you? I think even Junior Sister Cheng Ying's eyes are strange when she looks at you; she's probably been bewitched by you."

Although she spoke with a hint of sarcasm, Huang Rong wasn't actually angry.

In this era of polygamy, it's perfectly normal for a capable man like Lin Xuan to have several women around him.

Moreover, her own identity was already awkward; she was his master, yet also someone else's wife. This taboo relationship meant she could never have Lin Xuan all to herself.

Moreover, perhaps because Lin Xuan had corrupted her values ​​somewhat, she even had a vague idea in her mind:

Since we can't stop them, we might as well keep these excellent women by our side; it's better than letting them benefit some random woman outside. Cheng Ying is well-educated and reasonable, and she's family, so she's easy to get along with.

"Alright, let's not talk about her anymore."

Lin Xuan didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer. He lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against Huang Rong's delicate cheek, inhaling her mature and alluring fragrance.

"No matter how many women I have, or who else I may have in the future, my master will always be number one in my heart, and no one can replace him."

Lin Xuan spoke these words sincerely.

Huang Rong's identity, status, beauty, and the thrill of immorality are all unique.

She was his first prey, and also his most perfect trophy.

Upon hearing these sweet words, Huang Rong's slight jealousy vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of sweetness and pride.

Yes, she was his teacher, the one who guided him into the world. Who could compare to this affection?

"At least you have a conscience..."

Huang Rong leaned softly against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice becoming soft and sweet, "Since you know that Master is the most important, how should you make up for neglecting Master these past few days?"

"compensate?"

A glint of fire flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, and he grabbed Huang Rong's plump and perky buttocks with his large hand and squeezed them hard.

"Then this disciple will serve his master well tonight and pay back the owed grain tax, with interest, how about that?"

"You scoundrel...who wants your public funds..."

Huang Rong feigned annoyance, but her body already gave the most honest response.

She took the initiative to unbuckle Lin Xuan's belt, and her delicate hands skillfully grasped the monstrous object that was already poised to strike.

"My darling... still so energetic..."

Huang Rong murmured softly and slowly squatted down.

Under the flickering candlelight, the wife of Guo Jing, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, knelt before her disciple without reservation.

She slightly parted her red lips, extended her pink tongue, and gently licked the tip of the dragon. Then, as if savoring the most delicious delicacy in the world, she deeply took it into her mouth.

"Well……"

Lin Xuan comfortably tilted his head back, placed his hands on Huang Rong's head, and ran his fingers through her smooth, black hair.

This dual stimulation of sight and touch is simply maddening.

Huang Rong's mouth was warm and tight, and her tongue moved nimbly around the sensitive spots, with the rhythm of swallowing and spitting out just right.

Sometimes she would take a deep throat, letting Lin Xuan feel the pleasure of being squeezed in his throat; other times she would take a light sip, teasing Lin Xuan's senses with her eyes.