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

Her mind raced, trying to find a reason to regain her faith in the imperial court.

The more I searched, the more I felt like I was deceiving myself.

She even spoke up somewhat anxiously: "But... but at least, if this place hadn't been occupied by the rebels, and there were Yuan Dynasty soldiers here, surely this kind of burning, killing, and looting wouldn't have happened, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yaoqing maintained his calm and composed demeanor, and smiled gently.

"Before the six major sects besieged Bright Peak, what did you think the people here were doing?"

"You could tell too that the people who made the move had nothing to do with the Ming Cult, right?"

After asking the two questions, Xiao Yaoqing didn't speak again.

Zhao Min's pupils dilated once again.

There was even a hint of disorientation in his eyes.

Because everything Xiao Yaoqing said was true.

The fleeing people hurried about, and the streets were in chaos.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at Zhao Min beside him, understanding perfectly well that this scene was inextricably linked to her. If it weren't for the machinations of the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, this place wouldn't be in such chaos.

Cheng Kun offered a plan, and the Prince of Ruyang sent someone to deliberately throw out the Dragon-Slaying Saber, causing an uproar throughout the martial arts world. The siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects was, in essence, a scheme orchestrated by them.

Zhao Min stood there, completely stunned.

Her lips moved, her voice filled with disbelief: "This... this was actually caused by me?"

Zhao Min was known as a "femme fatale".

She's ruthless and decisive, but deep down, she's not a bad person.

She couldn't stand anyone bullying the weak. Even if it was Yuan soldiers, if they laid a hand on ordinary people, she would still turn on them.

In the original story, she broke off her relationship with Prince Ruyang and left with Zhang Wuji. Was it really just for love?

Looking at Zhao Min's expression, Xiao Yaoqing knew she was re-evaluating her past actions. This was ultimately a good thing.

Just as Zhao Min was looking down, her mind racing, a commotion suddenly broke out in front of her.

A girl's voice was urgent and panicked: "You...don't chase me!"

"Please, let me go!"

Such commotion was nothing new in this dilapidated town. Everywhere were people fleeing for their lives, their cries and screams rising and falling.

But Zhao Min and her group still raised their heads and looked ahead.

On the main road, a girl with a face covered in mud fell out of the alley, landed on the ground, got up, and limped forward.

Although his face was dirty, it couldn't hide his true appearance.

Zhao Min frowned, and a surge of anger rose in her eyes.

The people behind her were also stunned.

Lu Zhangke, that old fellow, was the first to react. Aside from any other skills he might have, he was a womanizer. The moment he saw the girl's face, his eyes lit up, and he unconsciously licked his lips.

But when he looked at him a second time, all that was left on his face was disgust, and there was even a hint of contempt.

Xiao Yaoqing's gaze fell on the girl, and he was immediately stunned.

The girl clearly had a disability in her left hand and left foot.

It's so deformed, you can tell at a glance.

The way his hands and feet looked was hardly attractive, and Lu Zhangke's initial enthusiasm immediately cooled down.

After all, he is a person of some standing; he can't act like a street thug, grabbing anyone he can get his hands on.

Hebi Weng, on the other hand, didn't show any change in expression.

When the Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng saw the disabled girl, a hint of pity flashed in their eyes.

But none of these people, including Zhao Min, noticed Xiao Yaoqing's gaze at that moment.

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes held an indescribable strangeness at this moment.

He stared at the disabled girl, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

If I hadn't met Hua Yuenü before, then so be it.

But now, he has mastered the ultimate skill of the Yihua Palace, Yihua Jieyu, to the highest level!

That face, even covered in mud, couldn't hide its beauty, coupled with the deformity of its left hand and left foot.

Who else could it be but Lianxing, the Second Palace Master of Yihua Palace?!

Xiao Yaoqing simply couldn't believe that there could be a commoner girl in the world who was so beautiful that she could topple kingdoms, yet was disabled in her left hand and left foot.

But how could the Second Palace Master of the dignified Yihua Palace, a martial arts expert ranked second in the world, have fallen to such a state?

Were you bullied by a few thugs on the street?

Three thugs emerged from the alley.

Logically, they should have pounced on her, grabbed her, and dragged her into the alley while cursing.

But right now, all three of them were trembling.

My forehead was covered in cold sweat.

His eyes were filled with fear, as if it were seeping from the very marrow of his bones.

They forced themselves to speak, almost gritting their teeth as they shouted:

"You...you stop running!"

"Come and play with the old men."

"Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!"

Every word reeked of lewdness, yet the tone of his voice was incredibly tense.

Seeing this, Xiao Yaoqing finally understood:

"Those three thugs are the real culprits!!"

That sounds strange, but that's the truth!

Xiao Yaoqing knew who that woman was, but Zhao Min didn't!

Zhao Min was furious when she saw this scene.

Not to mention that she already had doubts about herself, and now she's run into this kind of thing.

How can we tolerate this?!

She leaped off the horse again, this time even drawing her sword!

"Hey, you..."

Xiao Yaoqing was a beat too slow and failed to stop Zhao Min.

Zhao Min's sword had already reached the three thugs.

Her eyes widened, and her voice was very low:

"You want to die, huh!"

The cold light shot straight towards the throats of the three people.

But the three guys seemed to have anticipated this move, and without even hesitating, they turned around and ran away.

Zhao Min's sword missed its mark.

She landed on the ground, staring at the three figures disappearing into the alley, and gritted her teeth as she cursed:

"Don't let me see you again!"

She heard soft sobbing behind her, so Zhao Min had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​chasing after her.

She sheathed her sword, turned around, squatted down, and looked at Lianxing with a worried expression, reassuring her:

"Big sister, it's alright now, they've all run away, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

Seeing Lianxing crying pitifully, and then looking at her frightening hand and foot, Zhao Min's heartache and regret were immediately written all over her face.

But Xiao Yaoqing, who was riding on horseback, felt that something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.

He began to have doubts:

"Is this really Lianxing? Where's that aloofness of the Second Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace? Why is she acting like a pushover?"

"Doesn't she feel ashamed?"

"Or... is this woman not Lianxing at all?"

In Xiao Yaoqing's memory, the Second Palace Master of Yihua Palace should have made a grand entrance with an imposing aura.

What's going on with this pitiful look?

But thinking about it, it makes sense—the Yihua Palace shouldn't even exist in this world, so who can he reason with?

At this moment, that "pitiful"

Lianxing spoke up.

As she wiped away the tears she had forced out, she said to Zhao Min:

"Thank you... but what's the use?"

"Um?"

Zhao Min frowned and pressed, "What's troubling you?"

Mentioning this made Lianxing's tears flow even more freely.

She said between sobs:

"My hands and feet are in this state, my family has abandoned me a long time ago..."

Lianxing was there, sobbing intermittently about how miserable she was.

A famous scene suddenly popped into Xiao Yaoqing's mind—"When I was little, my mother taught me that children from poor families..."

"Tsk..."

Even Xiao Yaoqing felt embarrassed for her.

But Zhao Min listened, her eyes reddening, her heart aching terribly.

"So pitiful..."

Xiao Yaoqing sighed inwardly: "Xiao Zhao is still too green."

Although Zhao Min is clever and quirky with a sharp eye, she is still young after all.

How could Zhao Min, with her limited cultivation, possibly fight against Lianxing, the second palace master of Yihua Palace?

They're not even on the same level.

Zhao Min even suggested, "How about you come with me from now on?"

Xiao Yaoqing was completely stunned.

Good grief, this move of yours is clearly inviting trouble!

However, Xiao Yaoqing dared not expose Lianxing's identity to her face.

Based on his understanding of Lianxing's strength, putting everything else aside, Lianxing alone could wipe out Zhao Min with a single Heart-Shattering Palm.

After listening to Zhao Min's words, Lianxing slowly raised her head, her eyes showing a hint of confusion.

Xiao Yaoqing wanted to applaud her: "If you weren't nominated for an Oscar, I wouldn't even watch the awards ceremony."

Lianxing's voice held a hint of pitifulness as she asked, "Are you...are you serious? You...don't mind me?"

Zhao Min shook her head directly and said, "How could I dislike you? Stay by my side from now on."

Lianxing's face instantly lit up with a mixture of surprise and joy, and she shouted, "Thank you, sister!"

elder sister?

The moment that name was uttered, Xiao Yaoqing's eye twitched. He really wanted to ask, "How can you even say that?"

Indeed, no one has ever been able to say for sure how old Lianxing is.

Some people have estimated that when she met Jiang Feng, she had already reached the eighth level of Mingyu Gong, which took her twenty years to master—according to this calculation, she was probably between twenty-five and thirty years old.

But Mingyu Gong's thing is amazing; she looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

When Hua Wuque turned eighteen and officially began his adventures in the martial world, Lianxing looked even younger than she had eighteen years ago.

Even though Lianxing is only twenty-five years old now, she is still eight years older than Zhao Min!

You call her "sister"?

Good grief, you actually dared to take advantage of this? You should just call the police!

Besides, Zhao Min is disguised as a man right now, and she hasn't even realized it herself!

After calling out "sister," Lianxing seemed incredibly excited and gave Zhao Min a tight hug.

But in the instant she was lifted up—no one noticed except Xiao Yaoqing—Lianxing's intact right hand secretly made a gentle push gesture towards the alley behind Zhao Min.

Inside the alley were the three thugs desperately trying to escape.

They kept running until they could no longer see Zhao Min's shadow before they dared to stop.

The three men were panting heavily, covered in sweat, and their faces showed signs of utter terror.

One of them stammered, "That's...that's terrifying! So scary!"

"We almost lost our lives there today!"

The three people said "no way to survive".

It wasn't referring to Zhao Min at all, but to that lame girl.

The other two nodded vigorously after hearing this.

One of them lowered his voice, trembling, and said, "That cripple... how could he be so scary?"

"She just glanced at the three of us, and we all knelt down, completely unable to move!"