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

On the official road, the sun was scorching.

Chen Yanzhou carried Huang Rong on his back, trudging along the dirt road, his steps uneven.

This girl looks slender and light as a cat, but if you carry her for more than ten miles, she's a real hundred or so pounds of flesh.

The key issue is that this "goods" is not behaving properly.

A rhythmic snoring sound came from beside me, occasionally accompanied by a few indistinct murmurs in my sleep.

Chen Yanzhou felt a wetness on his neck, and without even looking, he knew it was from the girl's drool.

"You have such a big heart."

Chen Yanzhou bounced the person on his back and shook his head helplessly.

Wangcai followed beside him, sticking out its tongue, and would occasionally look up at its owner.

Chen Yanzhou ignored the silly dog ​​and continued on his way while rapidly calculating the next route in his mind.

In the original novel, after Yang Guo lost his arm, he encountered the Divine Condor in the deep mountains outside Xiangyang City and was subsequently taken to the Sword Tomb.

That place had a striking feature—the Divine Eagle would drag Yang over every day to practice swordsmanship in the mountain torrents, and later even went to the seaside to cultivate internal strength using the power of the tides.

Xiangyang is located inland, so where does the sea come from?

Chen Yanzhou frowned slightly. If it wasn't the sea, then it must be a river or lake.

The largest water system outside Xiangyang City is the Han River. Yang Guo's so-called "tides" are most likely the rapids of the Han River during the flood season, or undercurrents formed by a special terrain.

If you follow the Han River deep into the mountains, looking for steep cliffs with rapid currents and few people, you'll most likely find it.

As the sun began to set, the originally hot air gradually began to feel cool.

Chen Yanzhou carried Huang Rong and Wangcai, in the middle of nowhere, with only a dilapidated mountain god temple standing alone by the roadside, half of the door panel hanging diagonally on the frame, creaking in the wind.

That's it for tonight.

Chen Yanzhou walked into the temple, found a relatively clean pile of dry grass, lowered his body, and threw the person on his back off.

"thump."

After being thrown, Huang Rong groaned in a daze, turned over, smacked her lips a couple of times, and actually wanted to go back to sleep.

Throughout the bumpy journey, she truly treated Chen Yanzhou's back like a cradle.

Chen Yanzhou found it amusing, reached out and pinched her dusty little nose, shaking her from side to side: "Wake up, it's getting dark, time to get up and work."

"Well……"

Huang Rong was having trouble breathing, her brows were furrowed, and she suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused, clearly not yet aware of where she was.

She froze for two seconds, her gaze focusing on Chen Yanzhou's ambiguous smile. Her previously dazed eyes instantly cleared, and she instinctively shrank back, covering her chest with her hands: "You...we're here?"

"It's still a long way off." Chen Yanzhou stood up and stretched his sore shoulders. "It's the middle of nowhere, how can it be that fast?"

Huang Rong rubbed her sleepy eyes, and her stomach made a loud "gurgling" sound as if to cooperate perfectly.

Her face flushed slightly, but she couldn't care less about being reserved at this moment. She stretched out her hand confidently and said, "Where's the food? Didn't you bring some dry rations? I want to eat eight-treasure duck, or beggar's chicken if you really can't make do."

Chen Yanzhou looked at her as if she were an idiot, took out an oil paper package from his pocket, and casually tossed it over.

"then."

Huang Rong's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly took it, unfolding the oil paper with anticipation.

The next second, her expression froze.

Lying inside the oiled paper was neither a juicy duck nor a fragrant chicken, but a hard, lifeless flatbread that could be used as a shield.

This pancake looks quite old; the surface is cracked and the color is dull. It feels heavy in your hand; if you threw it, it could probably kill a dog.

"You're just going to make me eat this?"

Huang Rong pinched the piece of cake, her face scrunched up in disgust. "This thing is edible? Are you trying to knock my teeth out so you can save money on food?"

"It's good enough to have something to eat."

Chen Yanzhou ignored her complaints, turned around and picked up some dry branches and leaves from the surrounding area. He skillfully built a fire in the center of the temple. "These cakes are filling and will keep you full. We're out here on business, not to go sightseeing in Lin'an Prefecture."

"I won't eat it!"

Huang Rong threw the cake onto the pile of dry straw and said angrily, "I'm not your laborer, why should I eat this kind of pig swill?"

"Not eating?"

Chen Yanzhou didn't try to stop him. He took out a tinderbox, blew on it, and lit the dry branches. The flames leaped up, dispelling the chill in the temple.

"If you don't eat, then go hungry. Anyway, there's nothing else here in the middle of nowhere. Oh, by the way, I saw some wild vegetables outside when I came in. If you think this pancake isn't good enough for your status, you can dig up some grass roots to eat; they're fresh."

After saying that, he picked up the piece of cake that Huang Rong had thrown away, patted off the bits of grass on it, and put it by the fire to roast.

In no time, the bread was baked until it turned golden brown, emitting a faint aroma of wheat.

Although it wasn't exactly delicious, the smell had a fatal attraction for a starving person.

Huang Rong huddled in the corner, watching Chen Yanzhou slowly break off a piece of cake, put it in his mouth, and chew it carefully. Her throat involuntarily bobbed.

She was really hungry. Although the lunch at noon was plentiful, it was only enough to fill her stomach. She had also slept the whole way, so her stomach was completely empty.

Huang Rong sat down beside him and couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me? You're being so mysterious."

Chen Yanzhou swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, picked up his water pouch and took a sip, then looked through the broken window at the dark mountains in the distance.

"I'll take you to a paradise."

"A paradise on earth?" Huang Rong pursed her lips, looking completely disbelieving.

Although she didn't believe it, a sense of curiosity was piqued in her heart. Did he really know about the paradise on earth?

Just then, a hot, freshly baked flatbread suddenly flew over and landed right in her arms.

"Eat it or don't, I don't have money to buy you a coffin if you starve to death."

Chen Yanzhou didn't turn his head and continued to gnaw on the remaining half of the pancake in his hand while facing the fire.

Holding the slightly hot pancake, Huang Rong watched Chen Yanzhou's retreating figure, and the resentment she felt from being kidnapped inexplicably dissipated a bit.

She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively took a small bite.

Hard, really hard.

Like a stone.

"Ugh, this tastes awful."

Huang Rong muttered something stubbornly, but her hands didn't stop moving. Like a little hamster guarding its food, she hugged the pancake, which was bigger than her face, and started munching on it.

The flickering firelight illuminated their faces.

After finishing the last bite of the pancake, Chen Yanzhou patted the crumbs off his hands and lay down.

Judging by the distance, it will take another three or four days to reach the Han River. As long as we follow the Han River, we will definitely find the Sword Tomb. The thought of being able to eat snake gall and learn the Dugu Nine Swords makes me very excited.

He swung his legs and, out of the corner of his eye, saw Huang Rong still munching on a pancake, so he spoke up to remind her.

"Eat quickly, then go to sleep. We still have a long journey ahead tomorrow. If you make me carry you again, I'll charge you one tael of silver per mile."

"miser!"

Huang Rong took a big bite of the pancake, as if she were biting into Chen Yanzhou's money bag.

Chen Yanzhou ignored him, patted Wangcai beside him, and then closed his eyes.