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

They exchanged a glance and huddled together again.

Yu Chifeng hesitated before asking, "Do you think Zha Yadu knows about this?"

Hebi Weng slowly shook his head: "He was so far away, and his skill wasn't good enough, he probably didn't hear it, right?"

Lu Zhangke's face darkened: "It's better to be safe than sorry!"

Yu Chifeng: "Then what do we do?"

The ascetic raised his hand and gestured towards his neck.

The remaining three people were stunned when they saw this action.

Yu Chifeng lowered his voice and shouted, "That's the heir of the Seventh Prince's family!"

Yes, he's the Seventh Prince's own son.

These three people should think twice before acting.

But the monk wished the prince would die sooner.

Not only the Crown Prince, but also the Seventh Prince and the Prince of Ruyang—it would be better if all these guys were dead. He doesn't care who's who.

At this moment, Lu Zhangke's eyes darted around, and he slowly spoke:

"We can make a show of it so that people think Zha Yadu was killed by someone from the Central Plains martial arts world."

Without a second thought, the ascetic nodded.

Hebi Weng hesitated a bit:

"But what if this kid really doesn't know anything? Wouldn't we have killed the wrong person?"

The ascetic pursed his lips and uttered a soft "hmm".

He made long, drawn-out sounds and gestured incessantly with his hands, as if performing a ritual.

The meaning is clear: it's better to kill ten thousand innocent people than to let one guilty person go free.

"But if he dies, won't it be difficult to explain to the princess?"

Yu Chifeng picked up the conversation:

"Let's keep an eye on him for a few days and see if he knows anything about it. If he knows nothing, let him go; if he really does know, then do as Master Ku said."

"Um!"

Upon hearing this, the other two nodded in agreement.

Only the Bitter Monk secretly pondered: How can I make these guys believe that Zha Ya Du knows everything?

Zha Yadu was unaware that he had become the prey of the four plague gods.

He lay in bed, his face full of resentment.

His mind was filled with Zhao Min's face; even with his eyes closed, he was still fantasizing, muttering to himself:

"Minmin, when can I marry you...?"

[Ding! Check-in complete, reward issued: Five years of pure internal energy!]

Look, does Xiao Yaoqing still need to practice martial arts?

In the blink of an eye, another thirty-five years of pure internal energy were obtained.

As soon as the system notification sounded, Xiao Yao woke up.

But he didn't open his eyes.

His profound internal energy made his senses extremely sharp—he noticed a sneaky figure slipping into his tent.

"county……"

The monk and Yuchi Feng, who had been awake for some time, almost cried out when they saw the figure.

The figure quickly waved his hand, signaling the two to shut up.

Then he made another gesture.

The two understood each other perfectly and quietly slipped out.

Only the furtive figure that had just slipped in remained in the main tent.

And then there's Xiao Yaoqing, who continues to pretend to be asleep.

In the darkness of night, a furtive shadow crept up to Xiao Yaoqing's bedside.

With his eyes closed, he could feel the person stop by the bedside.

Then, a warm breath touched his lips.

Then, a cool touch landed—

The system notification sounded simultaneously:

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the second-rate movement technique, Gecko Wall Climbing Skill!]

Xiao Yaoqing cursed inwardly.

Gecko climbing walls? What the hell is that?

Zhao Min even practiced this thing?

He opened his eyes.

It really was Zhao Min.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Just like her usual personality—bold and outspoken.

Xiao Yaoqing really didn't expect that after she sent away both the Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng, they would secretly come and do this kind of thing while she was asleep.

He curled his lips into a wicked smile.

As if sensing something, Zhao Min suddenly opened her eyes.

He met Xiao Yaoqing's deep eyes.

"Whoosh"

Suddenly, she stood completely still.

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but she still stubbornly demanded:

"Were you awake a while ago? Were you pretending?"

Xiao Yaoqing leaned back on the bed and lazily stretched:

"When you're out there trying to make a living, you have to be careful. Otherwise, if you get attacked by some petty thief, who can you complain to?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min blushed even more deeply and clenched her fist, waving it around.

"Who are you calling a petty thief?!"

Xiao Yaoqing looked at her with a smile:

"Whoever attacked me, I'll name them."

"You!...Who attacked you? I did it fair and square...Hey, what are you doing...Ugh!!"

Xiao Yaoqing's wicked smile didn't come out of nowhere.

He never does anything that puts him at a disadvantage.

While Zhao Min was speaking, he reached out and pulled her over.

Zhao Min lost her balance and fell onto the bed.

Xiao Yaoqing immediately retaliated in kind.

At first, Zhao Min was both shy and nervous, her body tense.

But within seconds, her pupils suddenly dilated.

That's right, Xiao Yaoqing is not from this era.

He felt it was necessary to show Zhao Min what French things were like.

Zhao Min's beautiful eyes trembled violently.

Time passed second by second.

The tent was quiet, and Zhao Min's eyelids had long since drooped.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside.

Someone dismounted, knelt on one knee at the entrance of the adjacent tent, and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Princess, the Emei Sect has mobilized!"

Zhao Min suddenly woke up.

She tried to stand up, but her body was too weak to exert any strength.

Xiao Yaoqing reached out and helped her up.

This usually bold and arrogant princess didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye now.

She reached out her soft little hand and gently pinched Xiao Yaoqing's arm.

He turned around, took a few deep breaths, and finally mustered up some strength.

But the blush on her face wouldn't go away anytime soon.

She put her hands behind her back and strode out.

However, his steps were clearly unsteady, and he looked like he was running for his life.

Xiao Yaoqing then rolled over and got off the ground.

He watched Zhao Min's retreating figure with a smile on his lips.

The scout knelt at the entrance of Zhao Min's tent, and after speaking, he waited for a long time without making a sound.

I was wondering about that.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Just as I was about to call out again, Zhao Min's voice came from the side:

"Pass down the order: pack your things, we're leaving!"

That sudden shout almost scared the scout to death.

He quickly turned around, knelt down before Zhao Min, and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Yes!"

As soon as the boy stood up, he saw Xiao Yaoqing following the princess out of the next tent.

The scout's pupils suddenly contracted.

He dared not show it, so he silently turned around, mounted his horse, and ran off to relay the order.

The shock in my heart was impossible to suppress:

"So early in the morning, the princess actually came out of Master Xiao's tent? And her face is so red? Has she been drinking?"

"Or...did they sleep together last night?"

"Hiss—Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The scout desperately tried to convince himself not to think that way.

I desperately tried to erase what I had just seen from my mind.

If something really serious happens, my life could be in danger.

Zhao Min breathed a sigh of relief after watching the scout walk away.

She turned around and glared fiercely at Xiao Yaoqing.

Then she raised her little fist and punched Xiao Yaoqing in the chest.

He turned around and dashed into his own tent.

I guess I'm going to hide inside and really figure out what kind of special feeling this is.

With Hua Yuenü gone, Xiao Yaoqing felt incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

But some people didn't have it so easy—Hua Yuenü, the personal maid of the two princesses of Yihua Palace.

That's right. After leading everyone to evacuate, she couldn't shake the image of Xiao Yaoqing's face from the last time she saw him. And the two of them, cheek to cheek, "dancing" together.

The image... Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn.

To stop thinking about that man, she didn't rest at all and led the people of Yihua Palace on a journey through the night, rushing desperately in one direction.

As dawn broke on the horizon, the "Flower Shifting Palace" appeared.

The three words finally appeared before my eyes.

Hua Yuenü landed in front of the palace gate and waved to the people behind her: "You must be tired from your journey. Everyone, go back and rest."

"yes!"

A group of women clasped their hands in response, and as soon as their clear voices fell, they disappeared into the palace gates in a few leaps.

Hua Yuenü frowned, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and floated towards the center of the palace.

The roadside was lined with pavilions and towers, and the gardens were full of blooming flowers, with a faint fragrance in the air.

It looks like a fairyland.

Don't be fooled by this pretty face. This is a notoriously dangerous place in the martial arts world. Especially for men, nine out of ten who enter the Yihua Palace never come back—not because they don't want to, but because they're completely lost.

Hua Yuenü landed at the entrance of the main hall, knelt on one knee, and said in a clear voice, "Grand Palace Master, Second Palace Master, Yuenü is back."

The sound echoed throughout the hall, but no one answered.

She didn't dare to move, so she just knelt there obediently, waiting for the higher-ups to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, a sweet, soft voice with a touch of girlishness rang out: "Yuenü, come to the back hall to find me."

Hua Yuenü bowed her head and replied, "Yes, Second Palace Mistress."

The voice sounded like a young girl's, but it was actually Lianxing, the second palace master of Yihua Palace.

Hua Yuenü stood up, using the unique lightness skill of the Yihua Palace, and flew towards the back hall that Lianxing had mentioned.

Soon, she stepped into the inner hall.

As soon as she entered, Hua Yuennu paused, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

On the bed behind the screen in the rear hall, there was a man lying.

A man suddenly appeared in the Yihua Palace.

If this gets out, the entire sect will be turned upside down.

The man's face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were furrowed, making him look like he was in great pain.

But when Hua Yuenü saw him, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The image of Xiao Yaoqing suddenly popped into her mind.

That's right, it's Xiao Yaoqing.

She even secretly muttered to herself:

"This man's looks... maybe only that other man can compare to him?"

This guy lying in bed is so handsome it makes you want to chop him up.

If Xiao Yaoqing were here, he would recognize him at a glance, and might even whisper in Hua Yuenü's ear:

"This man is your future husband, Yu Lang Jiang Feng!"

That's right, it's Jiang Feng.

In the martial arts world, he is known as the most handsome man in the world and the kindest person in the world.

Xiao Yaoqing still remembers the world of Yihua Palace.

This handsome young man, Jiang Feng, is the man every girl in the world dreams of marrying!

Even Yaoyue and Lianxing from Yihua Palace were no exception.

So no matter how high your martial arts skills are, as long as you are a woman, you can't escape the judgment of looks. But right now, what surprised Hua Yuenü the most was that their Yihua Palace's Grand Palace Master, Yaoyue, seemed to be treating this man's injuries.

Hua Yuen-nu knew the rules well and never asked questions she shouldn't.