Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Although this Three-Point Sword Technique emphasizes the combination of feints and real attacks, the strength in your wrist is still somewhat stiff when you draw your sword, which makes the transitions between sword moves less smooth. Moreover, your lower body is not stable enough, which makes it easy to expose weaknesses when you unleash a killing move."

Huo Qingtong nodded repeatedly as she listened. She had vaguely noticed these problems herself, but she had never known how to improve them.

"In your opinion, young master, how should Qing Tong be improved?"

"Theory without practice is never enough; let me demonstrate for you, young lady."

As Lin Xuan spoke, he walked naturally behind Huo Qingtong.

He did not draw his sword, but instead extended his right hand and grasped Huo Qingtong's right hand that was holding the sword.

"what……"

Huo Qingtong exclaimed in surprise, her body stiffening abruptly.

She never expected that Lin Xuan would actually take action directly!

Lin Xuan's large and warm palm made Huo Qingtong's heart skip a beat.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Lin Xuan's voice rang in her ear, his warm breath spraying against her ear, bringing a tingling sensation.

His left hand naturally wrapped around Huo Qingtong's slender waist and gently touched her abdomen.

"The girl's waist strength was not fully utilized. When drawing the sword, the force should originate from the ground, pass through the waist pivot, and be transmitted to the tip of the sword."

As Lin Xuan spoke, he gently pressed and guided her waist with his left hand.

The two were in an extremely ambiguous position at that moment.

Lin Xuan hugged Huo Qingtong almost from behind.

Huo Qingtong could clearly feel Lin Xuan's broad and sturdy chest pressed tightly against her back, and she could even feel his strong heartbeat.

The intense masculine scent enveloped her, leaving her mind blank.

"Young Master Lin...aren't we...getting too close...?"

Huo Qingtong stammered, her cheeks as red as ripe apples.

She grew up in Xinjiang and, although she has a forthright personality, she has never had such intimate contact with a man before.

"Martial arts practitioners are not bound by trivialities. If I don't do this, how can I help the young lady truly understand the key to generating power?"

Lin Xuan spoke with righteous indignation, as if he were truly imparting martial arts skills wholeheartedly, without any selfish motives.

Huo Qingtong felt somewhat ashamed by his frank attitude.

Yes, Young Master Lin is a gentleman; I was just overthinking things.

With such meticulous guidance, how could I possibly judge him with the petty mind of a gentleman?

Thinking of this, Huo Qingtong suppressed the pounding in her heart and tried her best to relax and cooperate with Lin Xuan's movements.

"Watch closely, this 'Three Kingdoms' move should be executed like this."

Lin Xuan held Huo Qingtong's hand, guiding the short sword in her hand to draw a mysterious arc in the air.

At the same time, his left hand, which was wrapped around Huo Qingtong's waist, exerted a little force, guiding her waist to twist.

"Shh!"

The sword flashed, and this thrust was indeed much sharper and smoother than Huo Qingtong's previous moves.

"Amazing!"

A hint of amazement flashed in Huo Qingtong's eyes as she became completely immersed in the mysteries of martial arts.

Lin Xuan half-embraced her and personally broke down and demonstrated the essence of the Three-Part Sword Technique.

During this process, Lin Xuan's hands inevitably "inadvertently" touched Huo Qingtong's body.

Sometimes it glided over her flat stomach, sometimes it brushed against the side of her firm chest, and sometimes it gently lifted her pert buttocks.

Every touch made Huo Qingtong's heart beat a little faster.

Although she felt something was amiss, Lin Xuan's actions were so natural and his explanations so exquisite that she couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Moreover, under the subtle influence of the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique, she actually developed a slight longing for this kind of intimate contact deep in her heart.

"Alright, girl, try practicing it yourself."

After instructing him for half an hour, Lin Xuan finally let go and took two steps back.

Huo Qingtong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if she had been pulled out of the water, her whole body soaked.

She calmed her breathing and, following Lin Xuan's instructions, performed the Three-Part Sword Technique again.

Sure enough, the sword technique became much more powerful and had far fewer openings.

"Thank you for your guidance, young master! I have benefited greatly!" Huo Qingtong sheathed her sword and looked at Lin Xuan with gratitude on her face.

"Practice makes perfect. How about we spar a few moves?" Lin Xuan suggested.

"Very well! Please enlighten me, young master!"

Huo Qingtong was full of fighting spirit. She swung her short sword and took the initiative to attack Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan did not draw his sword, but instead used his fingers as a sword, displaying exquisite finger techniques to deal with Huo Qingtong.

He didn't use his true energy; he simply relied on the exquisite techniques to neutralize Huo Qingtong's attacks one by one.

The two exchanged blows on the field, creating a very lively scene.

Huo Qingtong became more and more excited as she played, bringing her three-point sword technique to its fullest potential.

However, just as she unleashed a move called "Flying Swallow Returns," preparing to strike Lin Xuan mid-air...

A sly glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

His seemingly casual step landed right on Huo Qingtong's only path.

At the same time, he flicked his finger lightly, and a barely perceptible gust of wind struck Huo Qingtong's knee.

"oops!"

Huo Qingtong felt her knees buckle and her foot slip, causing her to lose her balance and fall straight forward.

"careful!"

Lin Xuan exclaimed in surprise, opened his arms, and steadily caught Huo Qingtong who rushed towards him.

"boom!"

Huo Qingtong crashed heavily into Lin Xuan's firm chest, her full breasts being squeezed out of shape.

Lin Xuan tightened his arms around her, pulling her close.

The two embraced tightly, their posture extremely intimate.

Huo Qingtong's cheek was pressed tightly against Lin Xuan's chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat and smelling his alluring scent, she was completely stunned.

"Miss Huo, are you alright?"

Lin Xuan lowered his head, looking at the pretty face in his arms that was blushing with embarrassment, and his voice was so gentle it could melt water.

Huo Qingtong then seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly struggled to get out of Lin Xuan's arms.

"No...it's nothing..."

She lowered her head, not daring to look Lin Xuan in the eye, twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands, as shy as a child who had done something wrong. "I...I'm sorry, Young Master Lin, it's because I'm not skilled enough, I slipped..."

"It's nothing, young lady, don't worry about it."

Lin Xuan was overjoyed to see her shy and charming appearance.

He reached out and gently tidied her slightly disheveled hair, his gesture intimate and natural.

"In martial arts practice, minor bumps and bruises are inevitable. As long as the young lady is not injured, that's fine."

Huo Qingtong felt the warmth of his fingertips, and her heart pounded even harder.

She looked up and saw Lin Xuan's concerned eyes, and her feelings of affection grew wildly like weeds in spring.

This man is not only a peerless martial artist, but also so gentle and considerate.

If only I could be with him...

Huo Qingtong dared not think any further and quickly turned around to hide her panic.

"I...I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

After saying that, she fled the place as if she were escaping.

Chapter 274: If you don't open the door, I'll come in myself.

As the sun set, lanterns were lit throughout the Yin residence.

The spacious dining room, which had originally been set with a sumptuous spread of famous Jiangnan dishes, now seemed rather deserted.

At the large round table, only Lin Xuan and Huang Rong sat facing each other.

Today, Huang Rong changed into a light blue silk dress with the neckline slightly open, revealing a section of her long, swan-like, snow-white neck.

The dress was well-tailored, perfectly outlining her mature and voluptuous figure, which resembled a ripe peach.

In the candlelight, her pretty face, which could be both happy and angry, shone with a captivating glow, and her eyes, as they moved, exuded a timeless charm.

"This West Lake Vinegar Fish is quite good; the cooking time is just right."

Lin Xuan picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, savoring it carefully. Then he put down his chopsticks, his gaze sweeping across the empty seat, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Huang Rong picked up the white porcelain wine cup in front of her, took a small sip of the osmanthus wine, and looked at Lin Xuan with a half-smile:

"Alright, stop pretending."

Huang Rong put down her wine cup, her beautiful eyes seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

"Miss Huo sent someone to say that she was tired from practicing swordsmanship this afternoon and had no appetite, so she's resting in her room. Su Su even claimed to be sick and didn't come. Is it because of you, my little rascal, that neither of them is coming to eat?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan feigned surprise, widening his eyes and spreading his hands innocently.

“Master, you’re wronging me. What do you take me for? This afternoon I was kindly instructing Miss Huo on swordsmanship. As for Madam Yin… she’s not feeling well, perhaps it’s a relapse of an old illness.”

"Pooh!"

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, her charming appearance making Lin Xuan's heart flutter.

"Who can you be? You're a complete and utter lecher!"

Huang Rong lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, but without much real anger.

"Even I, your master, have been seduced by you, you rebellious disciple! In broad daylight, in someone else's residence, you dared to lay a hand on me. Do you think I don't know your tricks? I bet those two didn't come because you bullied them, and they're avoiding you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan not only wasn't annoyed, but instead burst into laughter.

"My master is the one who truly understands me."

He stood up, walked around half the table, and came directly to Huang Rong's side.

Before Huang Rong could react, Lin Xuan stretched out his long arm, grabbed her slender waist, and with a little force, lifted the famous female strategist and leader of the Beggars' Sect and placed her on his lap.

Hey! What are you doing? We're still eating!

Huang Rong gasped and struggled symbolically for a moment, but her hands naturally wrapped around Lin Xuan's neck.

"No food tastes as good as my master's food."

Lin Xuan lowered his head and gave Huang Rong a deep peck on her luscious red lips. Then, he picked up a wine glass from the table and held it to Huang Rong's lips. "Come, Master, let your disciple toast you."

Huang Rong blushed slightly at his domineering yet intimate gesture and took a sip of wine from his hand.

As the wine entered her throat, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus and a hint of spiciness, her eyes became somewhat glazed.

Lin Xuan's large hand slid inside her water-red skirt, roaming freely over her plump, smooth thighs, sometimes gently pinching, sometimes caressing.

"Ugh... Xuan'er... stop fooling around..."

Huang Rong's body went limp instantly, leaning against Lin Xuan's broad chest, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.

Although she verbally refused, her body honestly responded to Lin Xuan's actions.

In this empty dining room, the thrill of being caught at any moment amplified the secret desire deep within her heart.

While enjoying the softness under his hand, Lin Xuan picked up a piece of crystal-clear shrimp and fed it to Huang Rong.

“Master, since they’re not coming, then this table full of delicious food will just be for the two of us. We need to eat our fill so we can have the energy to get down to business.”