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

As if hearing his question, the system spoke directly in his mind:

[Host, random copying requires direct skin contact with the other party. You only touched her clothes just now; clothes don't know martial arts.]

You can't expect a piece of clothing to know martial arts moves, can you?

"..."

Xiao Yaoqing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Hold.

He remembered. This was the first time the system had introduced this "random copying talent."

It was clearly stated at the time that skin-to-skin contact was necessary.

He stared at Zhao Min, who was still galloping ahead on horseback, with a strange expression.

Or... I could go up to her and ask if I could hold her hand.

Bai Zhou began to have doubts.

If I were to directly make that kind of request to Zhao Min right now, she would probably turn on me on the spot and slap me, right? And later, when I return to the Prince's Mansion, those two old geezers, the Xuanming Elders, would probably personally take action and deal with me.

Even though getting slapped does involve touching the skin, it's still incredibly embarrassing.

"Forget it..."

Bai Zhou thought to himself that he had just transmigrated, and it wasn't worth getting slapped over something like this; it would be too embarrassing if word got out.

Anyway, I'll have to stay in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion now, spending every day with Zhao Min.

Besides, wasn't my job at the Prince's mansion just to teach her martial arts? There's plenty of time ahead of me.

There are plenty of opportunities, why the rush?

No hurry, no hurry.

But as he thought about it, a memory suddenly flashed through Xiao Yaoqing's mind.

After he figured out where he had traveled to, bits and pieces about this world slowly began to surface.

Before long, Zhao Min will head south to settle those troubles in the martial arts world.

Once the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects was over, didn't Zhao Min devise a plan to capture all the experts sent out by the six major sects and imprison them in Wan'an Temple?

If Zhao Min goes to Wan'an Temple, she will definitely take me with her.

At that time, all I have to do is sneak into the pagoda of Wan'an Temple, and the people from the six major sects will sneak up one after another. Wouldn't that be incredibly fun?

For some reason, Xiao Yaoqing had a silly grin on his face.

Even Zhao Min, who was riding ahead on horseback, felt a chill run down her spine.

She couldn't figure out what had happened.

In short, the two men and their two horses, one in front and one behind, entered the Yuan capital.

Upon entering the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, Xiao Yaoqing felt quite emotional.

After all, the capital city of later generations was also located on this land.

Time flies, and these things that exist before us will be almost impossible to find in later generations.

A short while later, at the "Ruyang Prince's Mansion"

The four large characters flashed before Xiao Yaoqing's eyes.

Before Zhao Min and Xiao Yaoqing's horses even arrived, the servants from the Prince's mansion had already run out to greet them.

The two dismounted, and the servant quickly took the reins.

As soon as Zhao Min dismounted, she put one hand behind her back and stepped lightly up the stairs.

The moment Zhao Min stepped through the gates of the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, she shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Someone come here!"

Immediately, two little girls dressed in pink gauze, looking like maids, came forward to greet them:

"Princess."

Zhao Min turned around and cupped her hands in a respectful gesture towards Xiao Yaoqing.

Although she was bowing to Xiao Yaoqing, her movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hint of politeness.

Zhao Min's slender waist was taut and straight, exuding an innate arrogance, and she didn't bend even once.

A smile played at the corners of her lips, but no one could decipher its meaning: "Master Xiao, please stay at my residence tonight. I will personally visit you tomorrow to learn more about your skills."

Xiao Yaoqing followed Zhao Min's example and cupped his hands in greeting: "Princess, then I'll be waiting."

Without saying a word, Zhao Min turned and left, her demeanor remarkably swift.

The two maids gestured to Xiao Yaoqing: "Master, this way please."

Xiao Yaoqing nodded and followed.

His current state of mind is similar to that of someone traveling, looking around curiously.

The Prince of Ruyang's mansion was truly grand; Xiao Yaoqing could tell at a glance just how favored the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Army was.

Before long, the maid led him to a separate courtyard.

As soon as he stepped inside, Xiao Yaoqing saw the Bitter Monk—Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light—who had returned ahead of time.

Fan Yao was surveying the layout of the courtyard. He had ruined his face to infiltrate the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up the moment he saw Fan Yao.

He gripped the sword in his left hand—a sword that hadn't been drawn since he arrived—and strode forward, saying, "Master Ku, what a coincidence!"

Fan Yao had her eye on Xiao Yaoqing the moment he appeared.

This person gave him a very dangerous feeling, as if he could see right through him at a glance.

He has to be careful.

Seeing Xiao Yaoqing approaching so enthusiastically, Fan Yao secretly became wary.

However, he still wore that憨厚 smile on his face and kept saying "Aba aba".

He gestured with his hands clasped in a respectful greeting to Xiao Yaoqing.

That was as if to say, "Greetings, Master Xiao."

Xiao Yaoqing returned the greeting to Fan Yao, and then said, "Master Ku, you greet each other with a fist and palm salute here, but in my hometown, we shake hands when we meet."

"I wonder if Master Ku would do me the honor of letting me find a sense of home again?"

After speaking, Xiao Yaoqing extended his right hand to Fan Yao.

It's not that he doesn't want to follow the rules; he already clasped his hands in greeting just now.

The only reason they insisted on shaking hands was because of his "perverted" tendencies.

His little scheme... no, it was for his random replication!

Fan Yao is definitely among the top five masters of the Ming Cult.

Aside from Yang Dingtian and Zhang Wuji, there are only three people left who can rival him.

Xiao Yaoqing remembered clearly that Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Brightness Sect, was a martial arts genius.

He excels in internal martial arts, external martial arts, and movement techniques.

Fan Yao deliberately feigned weakness in front of Zhao Min, simply to conceal his true intentions.

When he sparred with Zhao Min before, he didn't use even a tiny bit of his internal energy.

Moreover, Fan Yao mastered eleven of the seventy-two Shaolin arts on his own.

Xiao Yaoqing stared at Fan Yao, his eyes practically shining – this guy is practically a walking treasure trove of martial arts!

Right now, what Xiao Yaoqing wants most is to replicate his incredible sword techniques.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to use this sword.

But when Fan Yao saw Xiao Yaoqing's outstretched right hand, his eyebrows twitched slightly:

"A handshake? Could there be a trap here?"

In his understanding, the martial arts world of the Central Plains emphasizes striking with both palms; that's what constitutes sparring and competition.

What's with this handshake? It's clearly an exchange of internal energy!

The problem is, the other person's smile is genuine, and you can't exactly show them a cold shoulder.

Fan Yao glanced at Xiao Yaoqing's clear, bright eyes and muttered to herself, "Could he be trying to find out what's going on with me?"

With this thought in mind, Fan Yao immediately became wary.

The body's internal energy circulates rapidly, ready to respond to any unexpected situations.

If Xiao Yaoqing dared to make any underhanded moves during the handshake, he could immediately retaliate.

Xiao Yaoqing watched as Fan Yao slowly extended his right hand, a hint of impatience hidden in his eyes, while he kept muttering to himself, "Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, you must give me swordsmanship..."

That's right, swordsmanship is what he lacks most.

If I can't get my hands on it, I'll just have to carry around this broken sword and pretend to be someone else.

Showing off can easily get you struck by lightning!

Xiao Yaoqing remembered this old story very clearly.

The two hands finally clasped together.

Under Xiao Yaoqing's guidance, Fan Yao witnessed this "modern etiquette" for the first time.

.

But to his surprise, he found that there was nothing unusual about Xiao Yaoqing's palm.

Murderous intent? No.

Hostility? Not at all.

Was it really just a simple handshake?

Because Xiao Yaoqing has already let go.

The ascetic Fan Yao quickly withdrew his hand and secretly circulated his inner energy to sense the sensation.

He was worried that Xiao Yaoqing had something on his hands that might get on him and affect his martial arts skills.

They found nothing.

"Well……"

"Is this really a custom from his hometown?"

"But this etiquette is so strange!"

As Fan Yao was pondering this, the system notification sounded in Xiao Yaoqing's mind.

The system notification sound suddenly rang out.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the advanced martial art—Acupoint Strike Technique!]

Xiao Yaoqing was taken aback.

This is not the sword technique he wanted.

To be honest, I feel a little disappointed.

But on second thought, this acupressure technique isn't bad either.

He remembered the time in the original story when the Bitter Monk asked Deer Staff Guest for the antidote to the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder.

The moment the truth came out, Fan Yao didn't even turn his head, and instead slapped the two brothers who were eating dog meat twice.

The acupoints for speechlessness and numbness are pressed accurately and forcefully.

Lu Zhangke, who was watching from the side, was full of admiration. He said that Fan Yao's acupoint striking skills were ridiculously fast and his acupoint identification was frighteningly accurate.

Fine.

Anyway, I won't lose money.

But another thought popped into Xiao Yaoqing's mind—

If we shake hands again, can we do something else?

Before the idea had even fully formed, the system beeped.

[Host, system reminder: You can only randomly copy talents once per day for the same target.]

once a day?

Ok.

The system's words directly blocked his path to exploiting the bug.

I didn't get the sword technique today, so I'll do it tomorrow.

If not tomorrow, there's always the day after.

Anyway, Fan Yao is an undercover agent in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, so he won't be leaving anytime soon.

Xiao Yaoqing cupped his hands in greeting to Fan Yao and said with a smile, "Master Ku, I'll go check on my accommodations first. I'll take my leave now."

Fan Yao also gestured with his fingers, as if to say goodbye.

But as soon as Xiao Yaoqing turned around, the polite smile on Fan Yao's face vanished.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This Xiao Yaoqing... he looks to be only in his early twenties, but how come his internal energy is so profound?"

During that handshake, Fan Yao secretly used his internal energy to probe.

As a result, the moment the internal force touched Xiao Yaoqing's palm, it was violently shaken back.

He quickly stopped.

It's not that I can't beat Xiao Yaoqing.

In fact, Fan Yao's internal energy was stronger than Xiao Yaoqing's.

But if the output is increased further, Xiao Yaoqing will definitely notice.

There's no need to make things unpleasant on the first day of meeting.

Fan Yao narrowed his eyes and made a mental note of the young man.

"This Xiao Yaoqing is definitely not simple."

At night, Fan Yao, disguised as a vengeful monk, turned and disappeared into the depths of the courtyard.

Xiao Yaoqing returned to the accommodations Zhao Min had arranged for him, feeling as if he were playing a live-action murder mystery game. The bed was hard as a rock, and the pillow was uncomfortable, but when you're traveling, you have to make do.