Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Close the door.

She instructed the maids guarding outside to prepare some nourishing soup for Wang Yuyan later, and also asked someone to call Abi over to take care of her.

This fairy-like lady must have had quite a ordeal last night.

Having just entered into sexual relations, and being a well-bred young lady who knew nothing of martial arts, her body simply couldn't handle it.

Qin Han couldn't help but smile smugly as he recalled that alluring expression from last night.

"Li Qingluo is really generous. She's the goddess that others can only dream of, and I was indeed a little..."

He paused, then noticed that the remaining two maids were still standing with their heads down, their faces flushed and not daring to utter a sound.

Qin Han waved his hand, signaling them to leave and get back to work.

Back in a side hall, where Ju Jian was in charge of his daily life, the prepared clothes had already been delivered.

Instead of royal robes, he wore a dark brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist. Due to the approaching autumn, he also prepared a coat for Qin Han to make it convenient for traveling around the world.

Qin Han looked in the bronze mirror and gently kneaded his face with his fingers.

The bone structure hasn't changed.

With slight adjustments to his facial features and a touch of weariness in his brows, he transformed from someone in his early twenties into a chivalrous hero in his thirties.

He lost the majesty of the King of Shu, but gained a more carefree and chivalrous air of an older man.

Ju Jian watched in amazement.

"Master's skill in disguise is so great that even Lady A'Zhu would have to praise him."

"That's authentic craftsmanship."

Qin Han smiled.

"I'm just using a shortcut, relying on internal energy to change my muscles and bones. Although it's easy to change, I can't use it often."

The Nine Yang Divine Skill includes a technique called "Bone Shrinking Skill," which allows one to shrink their bones, become smaller, and hide by squeezing into crevices. With Qin Han's current skill level, it wouldn't be difficult for him to simply make slight adjustments to his appearance.

Ju Jian straightened his clothes and revealed her own thoughts.

"Master, aren't you taking us sisters with you this time?"

"This palace needs someone to manage it, and the Langhuan Manor behind it also needs someone to keep an eye on it."

Qin Han looked at Ju Jian.

"You four sisters have followed Canghai for many years. The Prince's mansion needs your assistance so that Chengmei and the others can have an easier time."

Ju Jian pouted, but eventually nodded obediently.

"Rest assured, Master, anyone who dares to provoke the lady of the manor will be the first to behead her."

"Don't resort to violence so easily."

Qin Han raised his hand and tapped her forehead.

"The four of you are now the stewards of the Prince's mansion, the face of the mansion. Many things must pass through you before they can reach the mansion. You must now follow the rules and not use the fighting and killing methods of the martial arts world."

Ju Jian covered her forehead, but smiled happily. Her master was still the same master, and he still favored the four sisters.

I checked the items on my body.

Qin Han pushed open the door of his bedchamber and walked alone toward the backyard.

This place is usually where the ladies of the royal palace enjoy flowers and play music, but this morning, all the maids and servants here have been transferred away.

Because there was someone waiting for Qin Han in the pavilion.

Someone I haven't seen in a long time.

The morning breeze swept through the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms from the osmanthus trees in the courtyard.

As you walk along the path, you can see the outline of the pavilion in the distance. On the stone table in the pavilion, there is a pot of tea that has been brewed long ago, and there is a faint steam rising from the teacups.

Below the steps of the pavilion, a figure stood quietly.

Who else could it be but Lin Pingzhi, whom we haven't seen in a long time?

Lin Pingzhi has changed quite a bit since the last time we met at Mount Hua.

The naivety and restraint of a young nobleman have faded considerably. He has lost weight, but his spirit and energy are much more refined than before.

Especially those eyes, which used to hold an barely concealed hatred, now have a calmness born from having seen the world.

The effects of practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual on the body are also quite noticeable.

Lin Pingzhi was already handsome, and now that some of his sharp features have been smoothed out, his features are even more refined, with a touch of androgynous femininity.

Coupled with his reddish outfit today, he exuded an indescribable air of sinister charm.

Sensing someone's arrival, Lin Pingzhi turned around.

When I saw Qin Han's current appearance, I was stunned for a moment, but at least I had seen what Qin Han looked like before.

Now, with only slight modifications made by Qin and Han, it's immediately recognizable.

He knelt on one knee, his voice filled with respect.

"My lord."

Get up.

Qin Han raised his hand, walked straight into the pavilion, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup.

The tea is the newly produced "Qingcheng Sparrow Tongue" from Qingcheng Mountain, which is clear yet not bland, rich yet not astringent, fragrant yet not overpowering, and sweet yet not cloying.

It is said that much of this tea is sold to Wudang and Quanzhen sects, so it can be said to be a tea recognized by Taoism, and Master Zhang seems to like it very much.

I took a sip and thought it was actually pretty good.

It has a Taoist feel to it, which explains why Taoists often like this tea.

He then sat down and looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was standing opposite him.

"When did you arrive in Chengdu?"

Three days ago.

Lin Pingzhi clasped his hands and bowed to show his respect.

"After I returned, I went to see Left Envoy Yang. He told me to wait in the mansion and said that the lord would summon me after he came out of the pass."

Qin Han nodded. Yang Xiao was always handling things properly these days. After all, his daughter had already entered the Prince's Mansion. As long as he didn't make any big mistakes, his position as the father-in-law was secure.

"sit."

Qin Han glanced at the stone bench opposite him.

"Thank you, my lord." Lin Pingzhi sat down as instructed, but only half of his bottom touched the stool, making him appear somewhat restrained.

Qin Han observed this and thought to himself that the kid was still too reserved, but upon reflection, it was understandable.

The last time we met was at Mount Hua, when I was the Venerable Master of Lingjiu Palace. Later, Lin Pingzhi was captured by Zhao Min for a period of time.

This trip lasted for several months.

Having not seen each other for several months, it's understandable that Lin Pingzhi would be nervous given his current status.

"Don't be so tense." Qin Han poured Lin Pingzhi a cup of tea and pushed it towards him. "Have a sip of tea first, then we can talk slowly."

Lin Pingzhi looked at the cup of tea in front of him.

The tea was poured by the lord himself.

He picked up his teacup, took a serious sip, and felt that he should learn to drink tea in the future, and learn from his lord.

Qin Han waited until he finished drinking before asking the question that concerned him most.

"Hiraji."

"exist."

"Tell me about that Mongolian princess."

Qin Han gazed intently, trying to combine Lin Pingzhi's account to determine whether Zhao Min's situation was currently following the plot.

Why did she arrest the six major sects? And why did she release them?

"besides……"

Qin Han held the teacup and twirled it twice.

"What's the current situation of the six major sects?"

Lin Pingzhi put down his teacup, his expression turning serious, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"My lord, the princess captured the leaders and elders of our six major sects for the martial arts manuals of each sect."

"Martial arts manuals?" Qin Han raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that Zhao Min was indeed after the martial arts of the Central Plains.

"Yes." Lin Pingzhi nodded. "That Princess Zhao Min wants to collect the superior martial arts techniques from various sects and then pass them on to the Mongol soldiers to improve the Mongol army's combat effectiveness."