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

At dinner, servants from the Prince's residence brought the food. To be honest, the cooking skills of that time couldn't compare to those of later generations, but the taste was quite good. I guess only the Prince of Ruyang's residence could afford such treatment.

After finishing his meal, Xiao Yaoqing, having no phone to watch videos to pass the time, decided to ponder how to live peacefully in the Prince's mansion. But just as he calmed down, there was a knock on the door.

Looking up, I saw two figures standing outside the door.

Xiao Yaoqing frowned and asked, "Who?"

Two hoarse voices came from outside the door: "Lu Zhangke! Hebi Weng!"

Xiao Yaoqing's heart tightened: Could Zhao Min really have sent these two to kill me? But I don't think I've done anything lewd... Could it be the Xuanming Divine Palm?

11 We're clearly here to cause trouble, aren't we?

It's definitely the Xuanming Divine Palm incident.

This was the signature skill of the Xuanming Elders; it was suspicious that he had somehow learned it. But since he was going to stay in the Prince's mansion, he had no choice but to open the door.

The image of "Hundred-Loss Taoist" popped into my head.

With those four words, Xiao Yaoqing instantly felt confident, a smile playing on his lips as he stood up.

To be honest, he didn't know much about Bai Sun Dao Ren, but he knew that the insidious Xuanming Divine Palm was created by Bai Sun Dao Ren. He wasn't sure if Bai Sun Dao Ren was the master of the Xuanming Elders before, but after casually mentioning it on the stage, their reaction confirmed it.

Now that this relationship is established, the current trouble is much easier to handle. Xiao Yaoqing already knows how to deceive... uh, resolve it.

He walked to the door, and the moment he opened it, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a cold expression, with barely suppressed anger in the corners of his eyes.

The door was pulled open, and two people were standing outside.

Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng had long faces and furrowed brows.

Hebi Weng isn't very bright, has a short temper, and always starts swearing.

But who would have thought that Xiao Yaoqing would preemptively utter a cold remark:

"snort!"

"You two, you still have the nerve to come looking for me?"

Deer Staff Guest, Crane Pen Elder: ? ? ?

Three question marks simultaneously appeared above their heads.

His previously gloomy expression froze instantly.

Just stupid.

Hey, wait a minute, what are you being so arrogant about here?

Hebi Weng instinctively wanted to open his mouth and start cursing.

As a result, Xiao Yaoqing turned around and walked into the house, coldly uttering a sentence as he went:

"Get your ass in here! Standing at the door, aren't you ashamed?"

Deer Staff Guest, Crane Pen Elder: ? ? ?

Three more question marks appeared on his forehead.

The two were completely dumbfounded.

They were the ones who came to cause trouble!

Why did I get a barrage of criticism as soon as I opened the door?

What's going on here?

Did we offend him?

And what gives him the right?

A junior putting on airs in front of two elders?

He Biweng's anger surged, and he wished he could slap Xiao Yaoqing on the back.

But Lu Zhangke was quick-witted.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was off about Xiao Yaoqing.

Reaching out to stop his junior brother, he lowered his voice and said:

"Don't rush, let's see what he's up to first."

Hebi Weng also knew that he wasn't as quick-witted as his senior brother, and he always listened to others on important matters.

The two exchanged a glance and stepped into Xiao Yaoqing's room.

As soon as they entered, Xiao Yaoqing spoke directly:

"Close the door."

As if reflexively, Hebi Weng, who was walking behind, turned around and closed the door.

The moment he closed the door, he realized:

"Hey, why should I listen to you?"

As he spoke, he stormed toward Xiao Yaoqing.

Seeing Xiao Yaoqing sitting on a stool by the table, Hebi Weng casually pulled over a stool and prepared to sit down.

Before his buttocks even touched the stool, Xiao Yaoqing suddenly channeled his inner strength, his voice booming like thunder:

"Stand up straight!"

"bass!"

Hebi Weng's body was like a fully drawn bowstring, and he immediately stood at attention!

Looking at this guy who was all brawn and no brains, who was now standing like a wooden stake, Xiao Yaoqing almost burst out laughing.

But he held it in tightly, deciding he would only laugh after the two people left.

Looking at Hebi Weng now, he doesn't resemble a top-notch master at all; he's just a big, clumsy fool.

Lu Zhangke looked at Xiao Yaoqing in front of him, and a surge of indescribable surprise welled up in his heart.

This kid's got some skills.

Even though it was the two brothers who came to cause trouble, the moment the door opened, the other party seized the initiative completely, not even letting them finish their sentences.

He Biweng, who was standing next to him, also realized something was wrong. "Wait a minute, why am I being so obedient to Xiao Yaoqing?"

He took a sudden step forward and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey, it's me—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yaoqing interrupted him again, his tone as cold as a knife: "Who else could it be but you?"

"what?"

Even Lu Zhangke was stunned.

What do you mean by "if not you, then who are you"?

What kind of question is this?

How did you end up here?

Could it be that... they really did something they shouldn't have done to Xiao Yaoqing?

No way, I have absolutely no recollection of it.

Lu Zhangke's heart sank. He couldn't let himself be led by the nose any longer. He quickly spoke, his words coming out in rapid succession, afraid of being cut off again:

"We've come here today to ask you one question—where did you learn your Xuanming Divine Palm technique?"

This time, Xiao Yaoqing didn't stop him.

He had already guessed that the other party would ask this, and he knew it perfectly well. He calmly and slowly replied:

"Besides you two elders of Xuanming, is there anyone else in this world who can wield the Xuanming Divine Palm?"

Ok?

Lu Zhangke's brow twitched. Wait a minute, we came here to ask you a question, why are you asking us the same question?

Crane-Pen Old Man, slow-witted as ever, blurted out, "Of course, that's our master, the Hundred-Loss Taoist!"

"But Master has been gone for forty years! You're so old..."

Hebi Weng suddenly froze halfway through his sentence.

He suddenly remembered those legends in the martial arts world—things like the art of preserving youth and reversing aging.

Could this person in front of me be one of those old monsters?

"So... how old are you exactly?"

...Hebi Weng actually asked that question.

No wonder, in the original story he was a simpleton who was completely fooled by the Bitter Monk, and even the shrewd Lu Zhangke was tricked along with him.

He actually believed that the Bitter Monk and Abbess Miejue had an affair and even had a daughter named Zhou Zhiruo.

What a pair of clowns!

Xiao Yao glanced at Hebi Weng and casually announced a number: "Twenty-two."

Crane Pen Elder's voice suddenly rose, as if someone had stepped on his tail: "Twenty-two? Are you kidding me! My master has been dead for almost twenty years, and you're only showing up now? How did you learn the Xuanming Divine Palm? We clearly learned that manual a long time ago—"

"cough!"

Lu Zhangke coughed abruptly, effectively silencing his junior brother from saying the rest of his sentence.

He Biweng then realized he had spoken too quickly, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, and he quickly shut up.

But a smile had already appeared in Xiao Yaoqing's eyes: "It seems that you really did destroy the secret manual."

He relaxed, turned to stare at Hebi Weng, and asked in a low voice, "How can you be so sure that Master is dead?"

"Um?"

Hebi Weng was taken aback.

Lu Zhangke, however, astutely noticed the wording in Xiao Yaoqing's words—he didn't say "the Hundred-Loss Taoist".

It refers to "master".

.

Lu Zhangke immediately pressed on, "Are you also Master's disciple?"

Xiao Yaoqing completely ignored the conversation.

I know perfectly well: I never said that, and I would never admit it.

So he raised his voice and shouted sternly, "Answer my question!"

The two elders of Xuanming exchanged a glance.

Hebi Weng honestly replied, "Master's breath ceased completely, his internal energy dissipated, and he passed away peacefully at the summit. We witnessed it with our own eyes and verified it ourselves."

Xiao Yaoqing pressed on, "And then, what did you do?"

Hebi Weng was as obedient as a student at this moment, answering every question: "My master instructed before he passed away that he should not be buried after his death, but should return to the world. So we erected a monument ten steps away from him, kowtowed, and then went down the mountain."

Xiao Yaoqing: "What happened after we went down the mountain?"

Hebi Weng: "After descending the mountain, I went to Dadu (Beijing) and never went back to see it again..."

After hearing this, Xiao Yaoqing understood the situation.

His tone suddenly turned cold: "So you conveniently destroyed the Xuanming Divine Palm manual, the culmination of your master's life's work, along with it, right?"

How did you know—

He Biweng almost blurted it out.

But then I realized that I almost let it slip just now.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't give him time to react, continuing to press, "Do you know how angry Master was when he saw that tombstone that he almost vomited blood?"

"What?!"

The two elders of Xuanming widened their eyes simultaneously.

Lu Zhangke blurted out, "You mean Master isn't dead?!"

Xiao Yaoqing: "He's dead."

The Xuanming Elders: "..."

Xiao Yaoqing added, "However, he only died five years ago."

"this……"

The two elders of Xuanming were filled with shock, and they couldn't close their mouths for a long time.

That's right, their master, the Hundred Losses Taoist, had only passed away five years ago—this news was enough to keep them tossing and turning at night!

"That can't be..."

"Could it be that Master was simply in seclusion at that time?"

Besides shock, their eyes also held a deep sense of confusion.

"We investigated it ourselves; there's no way we could be wrong!"

"Master's internal energy has already dissipated!"

To be honest, for martial arts practitioners, determining whether someone is dead or alive is extremely easy.

You can even figure out what's inside someone's body just by touching them.

But Xiao Yaoqing immediately followed up:

"Is it possible for you to see through Master's cultivation level?"

That's true. Even if the two elders of Xuanming joined forces, they wouldn't last more than a few moves against Bai Sun Dao Ren.

That's a true master.

Xiao Yaoqing stared at them:

"If Master really leaves, and the internal energy within him is no longer suppressed, and it suddenly erupts—can you withstand that power?"

"Well……"

Upon hearing Xiao Yaoqing's words, the two Xuanming elders were completely stunned.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing himself wasn't sure if what he said was right or wrong. He remembered watching a video before, where a master, on his deathbed, specifically instructed his disciple not to get close to him or something.

Xiao Yaoqing wasn't sure if such a thing was true, but anyway, he'd just make do with it.

Anyway, he's completely fooled these two people.

Look at the expressions on the Xuanming Elders' faces now—they're clearly wavering!

For a moment, the two of them forgot why they had come there.

Especially when it comes to the matter of Bai Sun Dao Ren, their minds are already in complete turmoil.