Martial Arts, the Little Master of the Ancient Tomb, Becomes Stronger When You Drink

25: Chapter 25 Actually, he’s quite handsome when he’s not talking.That night, Su Xuan went out to relieve himself.

*Whoosh* *Whoosh*

Suddenly, he saw two figures flash across the roof, heading toward the direction where Huang Rong lived.

Su Xuan instantly held back his urine, his brow furrowing slightly as he leaped into the air to pursue the two.

Before long, the two black-clad men arrived outside Huang Rong’s room.

The two exchanged a glance and took out pre-prepared thin bamboo tubes from their robes.

Cautiously, they poked a small hole in the window paper and inserted the tubes.

They then blew knockout powder through the bamboo tubes, dispersing it into the room.

Inside the room.

Huang Rong was sitting cross-legged on the bed, circulating her Cultivation Technique and using her Internal Energy to slowly recover from her injuries.

Suddenly, Huang Rong felt her physical strength draining away rapidly.

By the time she realized what was happening, her body no longer had an ounce of strength left.

Huang Rong was greatly alarmed!

Oh no, knockout powder!

Just as the black-clad men outside felt enough time had passed and were about to break in...

Their vision suddenly went black, and they fell backward.

Looking at the two black-clad men he had knocked unconscious, a hint of curiosity flashed in Su Xuan’s eyes as he removed their masks.

These features...

Mongols! It seems the Mongols still haven’t given up on Huang Rong.

No wonder Huang Rong wanted his help.

Su Xuan shook his head helplessly. ”Troublesome.”

He then tapped the acupointss of the two black-clad men, pushed open the door, and strode inside.

”Why is it you?” Seeing Su Xuan push the door open and enter, Huang Rong’s beautiful eyes were instantly filled with vigilance.

Su Xuan rolled his eyes. ”Without me, those two black-clad men outside would have taken you away long ago.”

As he spoke, ignoring Huang Rong’s confused gaze, he walked straight to her side, grabbed her wrist, and checked her condition.

”What are you doing...” Huang Rong’s delicate body shuddered violently, as if she had been struck by lightning.

Since Guo Jing went to the battlefield, no one had come close to her for all these years.

Yet in these past few days, she had repeatedly had intimate contact with the young man before her.

A strange feeling couldn’t help but arise in her heart.

Su Xuan ignored Huang Rong’s words and said to himself,

”It’s just some knockout powder; you’ll recover in a few hours.”

”However, you can’t stay here anymore. It’s too far from my place. Next time the Mongols come, you might not be so lucky.”

As he spoke, ignoring Huang Rong’s horrified gaze, he directly picked her up by the waist.

”You... let me go...” Huang Rong’s pretty face instantly turned crimson. She wanted to struggle free, but she couldn’t muster any strength.

One must know she was currently only wearing a layer of undergarments; one could faintly see things that shouldn’t be seen.

Being held in Su Xuan’s arms, a wave of masculine aura washed over her. Huang Rong was utterly ashamed and indignant.

Su Xuan wasn’t a block of wood, so he naturally noticed this as well, especially from his current perspective...

A spark of heat couldn’t help but rise in Su Xuan’s heart.

Damn it, why do you take off so many clothes to sleep?!

Although he wasn’t a beast, he was still a hot-blooded young man!

”What are you looking at...”

”Shut up!” Su Xuan suppressed the heat in his heart and barked in a low voice.

Huang Rong was startled. She bit her lip, her beautiful eyes filled with timidity, not daring to speak further.

Su Xuan took a deep breath, then activated his Lightness Skill, his figure flickering.

Avoiding the night-watch maids and servants, he quickly carried Huang Rong back to his own room.

He placed Huang Rong on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then left the room.

Looking at Su Xuan’s departing back, a faint blush appeared on Huang Rong’s cheeks. She bit her teeth, unsure of what she was thinking.

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The next morning.

The effects of the knockout powder had dissipated. Huang Rong dressed herself and walked out of the room.

As soon as she came out, she saw Su Xuan sitting by the stone table, drinking wine.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Su Xuan’s bangs fluttered with the wind.

Huang Rong’s heart couldn’t help but flutter.

Actually, when this guy doesn’t speak, he’s quite handsome.

Sensing Huang Rong’s gaze, Su Xuan smiled and looked toward her.

”Want to come over for a drink?”

Hearing Su Xuan’s voice, Huang Rong suddenly snapped back to her senses. She felt slightly unnatural but still walked over to him.

Su Xuan took out a new cup, poured a cup of wine, pushed it in front of Huang Rong, and gestured, ”Try it.”

”Mm.” Huang Rong picked up the wine cup and took a small sip.

As the wine entered her mouth, Huang Rong’s eyes suddenly lit up.

”This... what kind of wine is this?”

It wasn’t sour or unpleasant like ordinary wine. When drunk, it was spicy at first, but then she could slowly taste a hint of sweetness.

It left an endless aftertaste.

Su Xuan wasn’t surprised by Huang Rong’s reaction. After all, it was wine brewed by the System.

Su Xuan dared to say that even the ’Maotai’ from his previous life couldn’t compare to the taste of this wine, let alone the wine of this world.

”I brewed this myself; it doesn’t have a name.”

A flash of surprise appeared in Huang Rong’s beautiful eyes.

Not only had he become a Grandmaster at such a young age, but he also brewed such unique and fine wine.

Just what was this person’s identity?

Huang Rong took another small sip, her eyes moving slightly. ”We’ve known each other for so long, yet I still don’t know your name...”

“Su Xuan.”

Su Xuan poured another cup for Huang Rong and asked, ”By the way, is there any news about the person I asked you to find?”

Huang Rong shook her head. ”Not yet, but don’t worry. My Beggars Sect Disciples are all over the world; there should be news soon.”

Every time this topic was mentioned, Su Xuan would become serious. This made Huang Rong somewhat curious.

”Is that woman your lover?”

For some reason, after asking this question, Huang Rong felt an involuntary sense of nervousness in her heart.

The corners of Su Xuan’s mouth curled up as he looked at Huang Rong. ”Want to know?”

Huang Rong rolled her beautiful eyes.

Why would I ask if I didn’t want to know?! You’re just talking nonsense!

Su Xuan held up a finger and grinned. ”You can know! Just add another medicinal herb.”

The corner of Huang Rong’s mouth twitched, and she said somewhat angrily, ”I don’t want to know!”

She then picked up her wine cup, drained it in one gulp, stood up, and walked out of the small courtyard in a huff.

All he cares about all day is medicinal herbs. What, are those herbs more attractive than her?

In all her years, this was the first time she had felt a sense of defeat because of a medicinal herb.

Looking at Huang Rong’s back, Su Xuan reminded her, ”Don’t forget to move over here. Otherwise, if anything else happens to you, this Young Master won’t care!”

Speaking of which, Huang Rong suddenly remembered something and turned around. ”What about those two black-clad men from last night?”

”Dead.”

”Oh.” Huang Rong didn’t doubt him and resumed walking out.

Su Xuan wasn’t lying; those two black-clad men were indeed dead.

After settling Huang Rong last night, Su Xuan had gone back intending to deal with the two men.

But when he returned, the two black-clad men had already committed suicide by biting their tongues.

He was only responsible for protecting Huang Rong’s personal safety and didn’t care about anything else.

If the black-clad men were dead, so be it. He didn’t think much of it and returned after disposing of the two corpses with Corpse-Dissolving Water.

Inside the central command tent of the Mongol camp.

In the head seat sat a man with a burly build and a rugged face.

The man was playing with a jade pendant in his hand.

If Huang Rong were here, she would definitely recognize at a glance that this was the jade pendant she had lost.

One side of the jade pendant was engraved with the words ’Guo Jing,’ and the other side was engraved with ’Huang Rong.’

Even a fool would know who this jade pendant belonged to.

The man sitting in the head seat suddenly spoke, ”Kukon the National Teacher.”

As his voice fell, a monk wearing yellow fur robes with a sarira around his neck walked to the center of the tent. He placed his right hand over his chest and bowed slightly. ”Prince.”

Kublai Khan’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. ”Since Gang Leader Huang is unwilling to come to my Mongol camp as a guest, then I must trouble the National Teacher to make a trip to Xiangyang and pay a visit to our former Golden Knife Consort!”

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