Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

But she also knew in her heart that she had indeed said she would treat everyone yesterday, but after drinking, it seemed that Xiao Yaoqing ended up paying for it.

Gritting her teeth, Zhao Min pulled the purse from her waist and threw it directly to Xiao Yaoqing.

"I keep all my money here. If I drink too much again, you can use my money to pay, okay?"

Xiao Yaoqing pursed his lips.

That's more or less.

He flicked Zhao Min's purse and said casually:

"Let's go! What do you want to eat? It's on me!"

After saying that, he strode forward.

Zhao Min stared at Xiao Yaoqing as he walked away, her fingers clenching tightly inside her sleeve.

In the end, it still came down to her paying for dinner?

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upwards.

She actually found this way of getting along quite interesting.

The two hadn't walked far when a commotion suddenly broke out ahead.

Several teenagers were yelling at the top of their lungs, shouting things like "ugly monster" and "ugly man."

Zhao Min was curious, so she naturally moved her feet in that direction.

But she didn't notice that Xiao Yaoqing's expression had changed.

Upon hearing the children's shouts, Xiao Yaoqing immediately knew who it was—even without seeing the people, he already knew.

Zhang Wuji.

A hint of surprise and excitement flickered in his eyes.

I never expected this kid to arrive so early.

He remembered clearly that Zhang Wuji had already mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill at this moment.

Xiao Yaoqing's mind flashed back to the Pure Yang Body mentioned by the system. To master the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, one either had to unleash a powerful palm technique or follow the path of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

He followed Zhao Min forward, his palms unconsciously rubbing together.

The plot was racing through my mind.

Zhang Wuji will be staying at Yin Li's place today; his leg injury hasn't fully healed yet.

If things continue as before, this silly boy will be defeated by Abbess Miejue tonight.

Xiao Yaoqing pondered—before Abbess Miejue arrests people, could he sneak over first and find an opportunity to touch Zhang Wuji?

This guy has quite a lot on him.

If you were incredibly lucky and managed to copy the Nine Yang Divine Skill directly, wouldn't that save you a tremendous amount of effort?

He knew what kind of person Zhang Wuji would become, and he was also aware of how terrifying that guy's future strength would be.

There are very few opportunities to get close to Zhang Wuji.

But if you want to get the Nine Yang Divine Skill, you have to seize every opportunity to strike.

After all, no one can guarantee that they can make a copy in one go.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up, and he quickly followed Zhao Min.

Zhao Min didn't take it to heart at all. She was just curious and went over to take a look, feeling a pang of sympathy for the scar on Yin Li's face.

Then, she looked at the ugly man with a limp on the stretcher.

In that one glance, a question suddenly popped into Zhao Min's mind.

As she was pondering this, Xiao Yaoqing had already walked up to her.

He didn't even look at Yin Li—although the girl would look quite pretty if the scar on her face disappeared.

When Zhang Wuji was picked up by Yin Li, he was indeed a sorry sight. His hair was a mess, his face was filthy, and his clothes were stained with something that smelled sour. No wonder the children around him pointed at him and called him an ugly monster; they weren't wrong.

However, Xiao Yaoqing knew perfectly well that once this guy washed up and changed his clothes, he'd be a perfectly fine young man. After all, he was Zhang Wuji's nominal wife's man, so he couldn't be bothered with the gossip. His eyes were fixed on the person on the stretcher, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head—why not pretend to trip and fall right onto Zhang Wuji, and maybe even touch him? No one would know anyway.

Just as he took a step, Zhao Min's voice came from behind: "Xiao Yaoqing, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and go."

When Zhao Min passed by, she glanced at the disheveled man and felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him before. But she didn't think much of it and walked away. After walking a short distance, she noticed Xiao Yaoqing still staring at the stretcher, even trying to get closer. She frowned and called out again.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced around and realized that now was indeed not a good time to make a move. Anyway, it was still early, no rush. He silently memorized the location of the inn and turned to follow Zhao Min.

He had just left when two women dressed in pink and light green were resting in a corner on the first floor of the inn. The girl in the pink dress, upon hearing "Xiao Yaoqing,"...

Upon hearing those two words and that voice, he immediately turned his head.

She could see Zhao Min's retreating figure at a glance, and the man she could never mistake in her lifetime.

Zhou Zhiruo paused for two seconds, then abruptly turned to Ding Minjun beside her and said, "Senior Sister, it was that person yesterday!"

Ding Minjun slammed her teacup on the table, grabbed her sword, and stood up: "I want to see which blind fool dares to mess with someone from Emei!"

Zhou Zhiruo quickly reached out to stop her: "Senior Sister, Master said we can only follow, not fight!"

Ding Minjun wasn't about to listen to her. She waved her hand and said, "Are you the senior sister or am I? Listen to me!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already stepped across the threshold.

"Hey! Senior sister!"

Zhou Zhiruo's heart sank, and she hurriedly chased after him. If it were just the person who killed the Emei disciple, she wouldn't stop Ding Minjun from taking action. But the problem was—Xiao Yaoqing was also there.

Zhou Zhiruo had already memorized Xiao Yaoqing's name, appearance, and figure.

What happened next was pretty predictable.

Ding Minjun chased after them and bumped into Yin Li, who was about to enter. The two exchanged a few words and a couple of blows before Yin Li's expression changed drastically. He immediately lowered his head, apologized, and made way for her.

Ding Minjun was in a hurry to pursue Zhao Min and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

But a chilling murderous intent had already been hidden in Yin Li's eyes.

Zhao Min was strolling down the street with Xiao Yaoqing when a voice suddenly boomed from behind: "You dog of the Ming Cult! Wasn't it you who attacked my Emei sect yesterday?"

The two of them turned around together.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes met Xiao Yaoqing's again.

Their eyes met, and a faint ripple appeared in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes. Instinctively, she hid her right hand behind her back, as if afraid of being seen.

Zhao Min noticed Zhou Zhiruo and the strange woman beside her, but showed no panic. Instead, she teased Xiao Yaoqing, "Oh, Xiao Yaoqing, your little fairy couldn't bear to leave you and chased after you?"

Xiao Yaoqing: →_→

What? A fairy godmother is chasing me? Are you out of your mind?

That's Zhang Wuji's little fairy, okay!

But then again, Zhao Min's tone sounds strange, like... she's jealous?

Forget it.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her: "I think they're after you, aren't they? I haven't offended anyone from Emei."

Haven't provoked them yet?

You've even pulled your paws up!

Zhao Min curled her lip in disdain.

Zhou Zhiruo's face quietly turned red, without her even realizing it.

Ding Minjun frowned and shouted, "What little fairy!"

"You beast, if I don't chop you up today, I, Ding Minjun, am not Ding!"

He was about to draw his sword.

Zhao Min raised her hand: "Slow down, slow down. I'm not fighting with you. I don't bully disabled people."

After saying that, he waved to Xiao Yaoqing and said, "Let's go."

"you--"

Just as Ding Minjun was about to give chase, her head suddenly felt dizzy.

Immediately afterward, Zhou Zhiruo exclaimed, "Senior Sister, your hand!"

Fifty-five, I wonder which girl is going to be unlucky~

Zhao Min saw it—Ding Minjun's right hand was purplish-black and swollen like a pig's trotter.

Xiao Yaoqing also saw it.

That memory resurfaced in his mind:

"That Emei woman in the blue dress must be Ding Minjun."

Zhao Min's gaze fell on Ding Minjun's palm, and she said in a low voice, "Judging from this, she just fought with Yin Li."

Xiao Yaoqing knew perfectly well what was going on. Yin Li's martial arts skills weren't particularly high, but the technique he practiced was extremely unorthodox. What was it called again—the Thousand Spider Venomous Hand? During practice, he had to be bitten by poisonous spiders every day. Just thinking about that scene made him feel extremely uneasy.

As for replicating this skill from Yin Li?

Xiao Yaoqing didn't even consider that possibility.

Not just any lousy martial arts technique would catch his eye. Otherwise, he wouldn't have complained that the 72 Shaolin Arts and various acupoint striking techniques he obtained from the Bitter Monk were not up to par.

However, Ding Minjun's poisoning gave Xiao Yaoqing more confidence for their actions that night.

The first thing Abbess Miejue would do is save her disciple's life. In this short time, even if he sneaked into the inn, the old nun might not notice.

But Yin Li was still blocking Zhang Wuji's way. Could he withstand the Thousand Spider Poison Hand technique?

Never mind, we'll talk about it tonight.

For now, let's accompany the princess to finish strolling along this street.

"Big sister!"

Xiao Yaoqing couldn't help but yell, "It's almost dark! Aren't you tired at all?!"

Zhao Min had been dragging him around since morning after practicing swordsmanship with the Bitter Monk. His thirty years of refined internal energy were finally giving way; his legs felt like they were made of lead.

Zhao Min glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Tired already? All that martial arts training of yours, was it for nothing?"

"What does this have to do with martial arts!"

Xiao Yaoqing groaned in despair, "This is a racial talent!"

"What?"

Zhao Min couldn't understand what he was rambling on about.

Xiao Yaoqing had seen through it all—women of any era seemed tireless when they went shopping. What else could it be but a racial talent?

But he couldn't stay any longer. He still had to go touch Zhang Wuji's thread that night.

"Didn't you want to drink?"

Xiao Yaoqing said directly, "Let's go, right now!"

"Now?"

Zhao Min looked up at the sky. "Isn't it a bit early?"

"It's too early!"

Xiao Yaoqing stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Min's hand, and pulled her towards a small restaurant by the roadside.

Zhao Min was stunned for a moment when he held her hand.

She looked down at the spot where their hands were clasped, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

A light pink blush quietly rose on her cheeks.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't say anything, resignedly letting her drag him along, and randomly picked a restaurant to go inside.

He only had one thing on his mind right now—to get Zhao Min drunk and then carry her back to Green Willow Manor.

Who knows when that Abbess Miejue will come to kill us?

Once inside the restaurant, Xiao Yaoqing finally released Zhao Min's hand.

But the moment he loosened his grip, Zhao Min tightened her fingers and almost grabbed him back.

She stopped abruptly halfway through the action.

My eyes darted around rapidly, and my heart pounded in my chest.

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhao Min has always been a woman of strong emotions, and she always speaks her mind directly.

But before that, you need to give yourself some time to think things through, right?