The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Kong Xing's eyebrows were wide open, and he was unruly. When he heard Aniu calling them trash, he wanted to retort on the spot: "My Shaolin is the leader of the martial arts world, how dare you..."

Aniu didn't tolerate him, and kicked him directly in the heart, knocking him out on the spot.

He Taichong and Ban Shuxian couldn't help but shudder when they saw him fighting over a disagreement, and silently reduced their presence.

"Amitabha!"

Kong Wen's eyebrows trembled, and he chanted a Buddhist name, saying: "Please show mercy, benefactor, we came here with no ill intentions."

Aniu pouted and ignored him.

………………

He then bowed to Zhu Yuchen and said…

“I and others just learned from Master Miejue in Wudang that the secret book of the Sword of Heavenly Sword fell into your hands. In order to prevent the secret book from being leaked and causing disputes, we came here specially.”

“My junior brother Kong Xing has a straightforward personality. If you have offended me, please forgive me.”

“Since you know me and others, you should know that what I said is true.”

Aniu made a ‘pah’ sound, raised his eyebrows, and said disdainfully: “Do you think I am deaf, or do you think your junior brother farted outside the door just now!”

Zhu Yuchen waved his hand, and Aniu said nothing.

Zhu Yuchen looked at the three Shaolin monks. Just by looking at their faces, Kong Wen was very cunning, thick-faced and black-hearted; Kong Zhi was narrow-minded and jealous; Kong Xing had a dull look in his eyes, but he was a person with a romantic nature.

He couldn't help but sigh: "Since Kong Jian, Shaolin has lost its compassion. You three, how can you be the Zen monks of Buddhism? You don't practice Buddhism, but only know how to be violent and ruthless. Has Shaolin declined to this point?"

"Amitabha!"

Kong Wen frowned and said: "Donor, you have a deep prejudice against my Shaolin. How could you know..."

Zhu Yuchen waved his hand and asked...

"I have a question. As far as I know, someone on Wudang Mountain was hit by the Mysterious Palm. This palm is cold and vicious. You need the complete Nine Yang Manual to overcome the extreme yin with extreme yang."

"If Master Zhang goes to Shaolin in person, I wonder if the abbot is willing to give up the Shaolin Nine Yang Gong to save a life?"

"Amitabha!" Kong Wen chanted a Buddhist name and shut up.

Kong Zhi, who was standing by, said indignantly, "How can I teach others the martial arts of my sect so easily?"

Zhu Yuchen smiled slightly and asked Kong Wen, "If I ask Emei Miejue this question, what do you think she will choose?"

Kong Wen sighed and closed his eyes to recite the sutra. Kong Zhi snorted coldly, looking disdainful, but his eyes flickered, obviously guilty. He defended himself, "He Wudang and Emei are as close as family, how can they be compared!"

[Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji to Shaolin in person a month ago and was sent down the mountain by Shaolin courtesy; Master Miejue learned about this in Emei and sent Master Jingxu to Wudang to orally teach Emei Nine Yang Gong]

Seeing the system narration, Zhu Yuchen had some meaning Pointing, he said: "In terms of closeness, Shaolin and Emei are both from Buddhism, while Wudang is from Taoism."

Seeing that the two were stubborn, Zhu Yuchen sighed and tried to say: "In the past, there was the story of the Buddha cutting his flesh to feed the eagle, and then there was the story of Bodhidharma sacrificing his life to enter the palace of Emperor Wu of Liang. After that, Bodhidharma crossed the river to the north, and the Zen Buddhism began to flourish. Do you understand the mystery?"

Kongwen put his hands together and said...

"How can we pass on the hard work of our predecessors lightly? If we use it improperly, it will be our fault. Our Shaolin also believes in goodness and copies Buddhist scriptures to guide people to be good."

"The Buddha has a compassionate heart, and I should hold the Vajra mind and protect the Tao with myself."

Zhu Yuchen shook his head and was too lazy to say anything more. He looked at He Taichong and Ban Shuxian and said...

"You two are far away in Kunlun in the Western Regions, but you also come to the Central Plains to covet the martial arts secrets in the Sword of Heavenly Sword?"

"He Zudao, one of the Three Saints of Kunlun, is famous in the Western Regions for his zither, chess, and sword. He once used chess and sword to intimidate Shaolin outside the Shaolin Temple. Isn't the martial arts he left behind enough for you two to study?"

He Taichong dodged his eyes and kept looking at his wife Ban Shuxian; while Ban Shuxian's eyebrows were full of hostility. The couple didn't look like the leaders of a big sect at all.

Zhu Yuchen said no more, waved his hand, and said to Aniu: "Hang the five of them on the flagpole outside the inn. If anyone comes to cause trouble again, don't hold back."

Aniu bowed and responded. Kongwen was stunned and said angrily: "Donor, please consider it carefully..."

Zhu Yuchen was too lazy to talk. He flicked his sleeves and hit him in the chest with a strong force. Kongwen's face turned pale and blue. He was already injured and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Zhu Yuchen then said: "You don't have to use Shaolin to pressure me. I don't even take the three trash in the back mountain of Shaolin seriously. If you dare to say more, I will flatten Shaolin."

Although the voice was plain, Kongwen felt cold in his heart, and a murderous intent filled his body and mind. He knew that this person was not talking nonsense. He said bitterly: "I don't know what it takes for the donor to be willing to reconcile?"

Zhu Yuchen ignored him, walked to the table beside him, and wrote: On this Mid-Autumn Festival, I hope to spend a good time with youPlease do not refuse it in a moment.

While sealing it in an envelope, he said to Aniu: "I have a letter. Send someone to deliver it to Master Zhang in Wudang. Wait for the person to come back and then let them go."

Aniu responded, nodded and agreed, then took the letter, kicked and kicked the five people out of the room.

There were Shaolin monks and Kunlun masters who were hung on the flagpole and humiliated. After that, no one dared to be ignorant and everyone hid far away.

It was not until Zhu Yuchen received a reply from Zhang Sanfeng that Aniu let the five people go. The five people turned around and left with their disciples without saying a word. The face of Shaolin and Kunlun was completely trampled.

………………

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, a carriage slowly drove to the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Under the Jiejian Stone, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Zhang Cuishan had been waiting for a long time.

Although he had heard about it from his two junior brothers, Song Yuanqiao was still shocked for a moment when he saw Zhu Yuchen's appearance. He thought to himself, "I'm afraid this man is not even 20 years old."

However, he has been in charge of the sect for more than ten years. He has long been indifferent to his emotions when dealing with people. He will not be obsessed with his real age. He just went forward to greet him normally.

After the two sides greeted each other, Song Yuanqiao did not ask whether they brought weapons. He said bluntly, "I learned that you are visiting me during the Mid-Autumn Festival. My master has prepared a bed for you. Please come in."

Zhu Yuchen nodded and said, "I am fortunate to meet the great master of Taoism. I should visit Wudang in person."

Seeing that he was polite and did not come to Wudang to provoke him, Song Yuanqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and introduced the scenery of Wudang Mountain while leading the way.

When they entered the Taihe Hall in the front mountain, there was no one else except the Seven Heroes of Wudang. Zhang Sanfeng was already waiting at the edge of the cliff. Beside him, there were ancient pines and breezes, and the movement and stillness were harmonious. His robes fluttered, and he looked like a real immortal.

Zhu Yuchen couldn't help but clap his hands and said, "The real person is indeed worthy of being a great master. Seeing this scene, he is transparent inside and out, and his realm is no less than mine."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled...

"Daoyou is too kind!"

"In the past, when Lianzhou returned to the mountain, he talked about Daoyou. He hurt people with his eyes and impressed them with his heart. He was quite like Bodhidharma. At that time, I was also quite inspired. I knew that Daoyou's soul had surpassed me!"

"Today, I saw that Daoyou was free and easy. Although it was the first time to come to Wu When, but the aura of the body merged with Taihe Mountain, the old Taoist no longer had the advantage of the location. "

"Daoyou benefited from wherever you were, and you were successful in any place. I can't do that."

Zhu Yuchen nodded and said, "Zhu has achieved success in martial arts. No matter where he is, within ten feet of his body, he is one with the heaven and earth."

Zhang Sanfeng praised, "The old Taoist has lived in Taihe for a long time, but I didn't know that there was such a genius as you in the world. Judging from your age, you are only in your teens, which has never happened before."