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

"When you talk to me, can you please lift your head?"

The little girl was clearly flustered when she heard this.

"This...this servant dares not...what if I anger Master Xiao..."

Xiao Yaoqing almost lost his composure. "I told you to look up, and you said you were afraid of making me angry? What kind of logic is that?"

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, his tone becoming serious: "Xiaoyu, you are my servant, aren't you?"

Xiaoyu nodded.

"Then I'm your master?"

She nodded again.

Xiao Yaoqing pressed further, "Alright. As a servant, what should be done if you disobey your master?"

No sooner had she said that than Xiaoyu's foot thudened.

He knelt down with a shout.

Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled with tears: "Master Xiao, I was wrong! Please punish me!"

Xiao Yaoqing was completely dumbfounded.

As he watched the little girl kneeling before him, six black dots slowly appeared on his forehead.

He never expected that the maid's conditioned reflexes could be so exaggerated.

He stood up helplessly and reached out to pull her arm.

Xiaoyu instinctively shuddered.

But Xiao Yaoqing didn't let go; he simply lifted the person up.

"look up."

He lowered his voice.

Xiaoyu was tense all over, her face filled with fear.

However, she still shakily raised her face.

Now, Xiao Yaoqing finally got a clear look at what she looked like.

To be honest... although she's not quite as good as Zhao Min, in his eyes she's definitely among the top beauties.

Xiao Yaoqing clicked his tongue twice in his mind: "These officials in ancient times really knew how to enjoy life."

Seeing that Xiaoyu had finally raised her head, he sat back down at the table, picked up his bowl, took a bite of rice, and casually said, "That's good. From now on, when you talk to me, look up at me. You're so pretty, what kind of image do you have with your head down all the time?"

"what……"

Xiaoyu's face immediately burned, and she subconsciously lowered her head.

A blush instantly spread across her tender face.

No wonder.

Before Xiao Yaoqing transmigrated, if you complimented a girl on the street about her beauty, she might even puff out her chest and ask you, "Is she just pretty?"

But the world is completely different now.

The young maid had never seen anything like this before; it was the first time a man had complimented her on her beauty.

She was young and easily embarrassed, and her ears turned bright red on the spot. She was so ashamed that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

But then Xiao Yaoqing's voice drifted over again:

"Why are you looking down again? Lift your head up."

Xiaoyu trembled, bit her lip, and slowly raised her flushed face.

"Ah, that's right, I only have an appetite when I see you eating."

"What the hell do you mean you have an appetite?" Xiao Yaoqing casually teased her.

But the little maid was completely distraught.

What does it mean to have an appetite?

Do you mean I have to stare at your face to swallow my food?

"How could Master Xiao say such a thing!"

Xiaoyu was so embarrassed that she wanted to lower her head again, but remembering Xiao Yaoqing's words, she could only hold on.

But her heart was still pounding, and her bright eyes darted around, unable to meet Xiao Yaoqing's gaze.

Xiao Yaoqing is one of them.

Can't you just eat your food properly? Why do you have to bring your little maid?

Even if they are young.

Even if she is beautiful.

Well then... fine... forget it.

In short, after finishing the meal, Xiaoyu cleared the dishes very quickly, almost running out of Xiao Yaoqing's room as if she were escaping.

Before leaving, he left behind a sentence:

"Master Xiao, the princess requests that you wait for her at the martial arts training ground!"

Martial arts arena?

No need to guess.

It's definitely going to mean that Zhao Min will start learning his skills.

What skills does he have?

Even Zhao Min couldn't master the Xuanming Divine Palm or the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

However, he's not currently known as "Master Xiao".

Is his reputation just something to hide in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion?

We have to go through the motions, right?

Just as Xiao Yaoqing reached the door, he suddenly remembered something:

"Oh, right, my sword!"

That's right, every martial arts practitioner traveling the world needs a weapon, right?

Although he can't even wield a sword properly yet, he's already made his debut with this kind of image, and this sword might have already become his signature move.

So, you still have to bring it.

The training ground wasn't far from the accommodations Zhao Min had arranged for him; it was just around the corner.

The venue was quite large, with a small arena of at least fifteen square meters in the middle.

The arena was surrounded by various weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, and knives.

It has that feel of a TV drama.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't find him unfamiliar.

Two people had already arrived at the venue.

One of them was the Bitter Monk who was taken into the Prince of Ruyang's mansion with him yesterday; he was actually Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult.

The other one is said to be the leader of the Iron Palm Clan, known as Yuchi Feng, the ruthless Iron Palm.

Xiao Yaoqing couldn't figure out why the Bitter Monk had come to the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.

However, when the two people appeared, an indescribable light immediately appeared in Xiao Yaoqing's eyes.

He rubbed his hands together and took a few steps to meet him.

"Good morning, Master Ku!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yaoqing had already reached out his hand again.

Yes, it was another handshake.

The system's copy talent is supposed to be used on only one target per day, right?

Another day has passed.

When the monk saw Xiao Yaoqing's outstretched hand, he was taken aback.

Then, he quickly realized—this was a custom from Xiao Yaoqing's hometown.

But we can't come here every day, can we?

Is there... a trap here?

Well, in the eyes of the Bitter Monk, Xiao Yaoqing was digging pits every day.

However, he still cautiously extended his hand and shook hands with Xiao Yaoqing.

This time, nothing went wrong again.

The ascetic then began to believe it; this was probably how people in their homeland met.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yaoqing was already receiving a system notification in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the superb skill, the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts: Flower-Picking Capturing Hand!]

"Forehead……"

The result left Xiao Yaoqing speechless once again.

He desperately wanted swordsmanship, but he didn't get it in the draw.

Fan Yao possesses eleven of the seventy-two Shaolin arts.

Xiao Yaoqing heard "Shaolin"

When I heard those two words, I thought the system could extract all of Fan Yao's special skills in one go.

As a result, they gave him one.

Damn it, does that mean the chances of me drawing my sword technique are too low?

But something is better than nothing.

Xiao Yaoqing then turned his attention to another person—Iron Palm Ruthless, Yuchi Feng.

He also extended his hand to Yuchi Feng, smiling as he said:

"Master Yuchi, is this our first time meeting? Please take care of me in the future!"

"this……"

Yu Chifeng stared blankly at the outstretched hand.

"This is……"

Xiao Yaoqing quickly replied, "Oh, this is an old custom from my place, a handshake greeting. Master Ku learned it yesterday."

The ascetic Fan Yao even nodded in agreement with Yu Chi Feng.

"Okay... alright."

Even the ascetic monk has offered his opinion, so what else can he say?

So, Yu Chifeng followed the example of the ascetic monk and shook hands with Xiao Yaoqing.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the top-tier skill, Iron Palm!]

16. Why provoke someone like that if you have nothing better to do?

Although Xiao Yaoqing couldn't understand what the system meant by "superb"

And "top-notch"

What exactly is the difference?

Zhao Min, dressed in men's clothing, strolled over with her hands behind her back, her chin slightly raised, and her signature smile on her lips.

When dressed as a woman, she was ethereal and graceful; now, dressed as a man, she exuded a sharp and heroic air.

Xiao Yaoqing thought to himself: It's no wonder that Zhang Wuji was defeated by this vixen.

The two elders of Xuanming followed behind her, their faces stiff, clearly still reeling from Xiao Yaoqing's spiel the night before.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at them, almost unable to suppress the urge to smile.

Good morning, three masters.

Zhao Min spoke first, her voice clear and bright.

Yuchi Feng and Ku Toutuo bowed simultaneously.

Xiao Yaoqing followed suit and greeted them as well.

Zhao Min clasped her hands in a fist salute, her smile undiminished: "From today onwards, the three of you will be my masters. I humbly request your guidance and that you teach me all your most secret skills."

He spoke politely, but his demeanor and tone showed absolutely no respect whatsoever for someone seeking a master.

Yu Chifeng was the first to nod and bow: "If the princess has spoken, this subordinate will have no objection!"

The ascetic monk also pretended to say "Aba aba".

He made two sounds.

Only Xiao Yaoqing remained silent.

He was pondering: What can I teach?

The skills the system gave him, if you pick any one of them, all require a solid foundation of internal strength, plus several years of hard training before you can even get a basic grasp of them.

It's not the kind of fancy display you can just glance at and expect to see.

Besides, the martial arts techniques he copied from the Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng weren't just something he could throw around casually.

The most important thing is—

According to the system's assessment, the Iron Palm technique is actually classified in the same category as the Xuanming Divine Palm!

This is no small amount.

Iron Palm is completely different from the Iron Sand Palm that is rumored outside.

Iron Palm training involves relentlessly grinding your hands in iron sand until thick calluses form, enabling you to break gold and rocks.

But a real iron palm looks no different from an ordinary palm.

The Iron Palm Clan has two closely guarded secrets: one is the Iron Palm technique, and the other is an extremely exquisite lightness skill.

Back then, the gang leader Qiu Qianren relied on his "Iron Palm Water-Walking" technique.

His name is renowned throughout the martial arts world?

As for the ruthless and iron-fisted Yuchi Feng in front of him, Xiao Yaoqing didn't really take him seriously.

It wasn't because he was later defeated by Cheng Kun in one move, but because there was really nothing to gain from this person.

Compared to the ascetic Fan Yao, he's far inferior—Fan Yao possesses a vast array of martial arts skills, any one of which would be a treasure.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Zhao Min's figure came into the three people's sight.

The two elders of Xuanming behind Zhao Min immediately noticed the expression on Xiao Yaoqing's face.

He Biweng was still angry. He had been fooled by Xiao Yaoqing last night, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

Seeing Xiao Yaoqing's disdainful expression, he couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at Xiao Yaoqing, "Xiao Yaoqing, didn't you hear what the princess said?"

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Why is this big oaf showing up again?

If he hadn't played a trick on them yesterday, he might have had to think carefully about how to phrase his words. But now—

Xiao Yaoqing's gaze turned cold as he stared at Hebi Weng: "Are you sure you want me to reveal all my skills?"

"That's natural, this is the county—"

He Biweng choked on his words halfway through.

Shake it all out?

If Xiao Yaoqing were to truly teach Zhao Min all his best skills, wouldn't that mean he'd have to pass on even the Xuanming Divine Palm?!