The narration system of Wuxia Journey

At the end of August, Aniu led 500 cavalrymen and arrived at Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang with the Mingjiao members.

Zhu Yuchen and Zhang Wuji had a long secret talk, and no one knew what they talked about. There were many different opinions on this matter. However, after the establishment of the new dynasty, Chen Aniu was named the King of the South of the Desert, and his title would last forever.

In September, Zhang Wuji received the support of the Mingjiao members and succeeded to the position of leader at Guangmingding, and then led the Mingjiao Five Elements Flag into the Central Plains.

With the support of Aniu's 20,000 cavalrymen and the secret help of the Emei Sect, the cavalrymen entered Sichuan and Shu, and attacked from front and back with Liu Futong and others, breaking through Jianmen Pass and Sichuan, and subduing Fang Guozhen and others.

The following year, Zhang Wuji sent 80,000 troops and 20,000 cavalrymen from Sichuan, advancing from west to east and approaching Hubei; Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da, Chang Yuchun and others led their troops from Haozhou to the west, and the two sides met in Hankou to complete the Mingjiao's combined forces.

In June of the following year, the Mingjiao righteous army and Chen Youliang's army fought a decisive battle in Hunan. Zhang Wuji used the plan of burning the boats in Wu Mu's posthumous book to gather hundreds of artillery and sink Chen Youliang's navy.

In September of the following year, the Mingjiao righteous army broke through Jiangsu and entered Zhejiang, gathered other righteous armies and defeated soldiers in the south, and convened righteous armies from all over the world in Jinling to discuss matters.

After this battle, the rich land in the south fell into the hands of the righteous army. Zhang Wuji proclaimed himself king in Jinling, and history called it the advent of the Ming King, and the country was named "Ming".

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In July of the second year of Xinming, the world was peaceful. Except for a few remote areas, most of the Central Plains had returned to peace. After being away from war, everything was thriving.

It was July, the grass was lush and the warblers were flying in the south, and everything was full of vitality. At this time, on the official road leading to Wudang, teams of martial artists with swords on their waists rode their horses and galloped past.

In May of the second year of Xinming, a visiting card was sent from the palace of the King of Mo Nan to Wudang Mountain, which aroused the hearts of the people.

It was because the visiting card was sent to the recognized great master of the time, and it said: In July in Jiangnan, I will fight with you in Wudang, and the winner will ascend to heaven.

As soon as the news came out, the heroes of the world were in an uproar, and they gathered in Wudang to witness this event.

On the official road, one of the simple carriages was mixed in the middle and was inconspicuous. The big man driving the carriage had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a kind face, iron blood all over his body, and extraordinary momentum. Anyone who saw him would call him a hero.

When they arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and an inconspicuous young man in green clothes looked around indifferently, as if he missed something.

The big man driving the carriage waited quietly by the side, and waited for the young man to take a step, then followed behind, thinking of going to the top of Wudang Mountain.

Under the sword-unlocking stone, dozens of Wudang disciples stood quietly at the foot of the mountain. As long as they did not wear weapons, they could go up the mountain by themselves. There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the mountain road, and countless people were talking to each other.

Even those who had conflicts on weekdays would at most snort coldly at this time, and go up the mountain separately, and never make trouble here.

On the one hand, the parents of the new emperor both became monks in Wudang Mountain, and Wudang has become the royal Taoist temple of the new dynasty; on the other hand, there is a world-renowned grandmaster in the martial arts world, with a high status and unparalleled respect.

Along the way, disciples from Huashan, Qinghai, Kongtong, and Nanhai came to the meeting. More and more heroes from all over the world gathered, and the Taoist temples and side halls in Wudang Mountain were crowded with people everywhere.

Zhu Yuchen and Aniu shuttled among the crowd of heroes, looking inconspicuous. No one knew that one of them was the protagonist of today, and the other was the King of Mo Nan of the new dynasty.

"Aniu, after this battle, I will probably leave, and we will never meet again. If you are not happy with the throne in the future, you can go overseas or move to Obaro!" Zhu Yuchen said as he climbed the mountain.

Aniu scratched his head and smiled, saying, "Master, you have always regretted not being able to travel the world. If you leave, I will travel the world for you after Siyao gives birth to a child and grows up."

Zhu Yuchen smiled slightly, took out a book from his arms, and said...

"That's fine. You are not interested in this. It is difficult for you to be confined to this position."

"You have read the Taoist scriptures well in recent years. I can't help you much. Unfortunately, my own internal practice method requires too high qualifications and cannot be passed on to you."

"You and I are master and servant. This "Yin Yang Life and Death Poem" is the essence of my Quanzhen Heart Method, Tai Chi, Nine Yin, Nine Yang, and Qiankun Da Nang Yi. You can keep it for self-defense."

Aniu responded and put the secret book in his arms. At this time, he had arrived at the gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Here, Song Yuanqiao, Master Miejue, and the disciples of Wudang and Emei had been waiting for a long time.

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“Amitabha, I didn’t expect that the day we met again would be the day when Senior and Master Zhang would fight. I just hope that both of you are safe and sound.” Nun Miejue folded her hands and said.

Zhang Cuishan looked calm, but he couldn’t hide the hesitation in his eyes: “Senior, you and my master are both rare great masters, do you have to fight?”

Song Yuanqiao frowned and shouted: “Fifth Junior Brother! Be careful with what you say and do!” He stopped Zhang Cuishan from saying.

Then he bowed and said: "My master is waiting at Zhenwu Cliff in the back mountain. Please follow me, senior!"

The group came to the back mountain, hundreds of meters away from Zhenwu Cliff. It was blocked by hundreds of elite soldiers. Zhang Wuji and the leaders of various sects gathered here.

Zhu Yuchen looked at the old Taoist on the cliff. When he moved his footsteps, everyone saw a green figure on the cliff.

Zhu Yuchen looked around and saw that the Taoist was still wearing his robes, with his sleeves fluttering in the wind. Only his eyes seemed to be changing with the flow of yin and yang. He couldn't help but smile: "The Taoist has made great progress in his cultivation. I am more confident about today's battle."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and looked at the young man in front of him. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "The Taoist friend wrote to me in the past and asked me to fight him in Wudang. I wonder if you have any advice."

Zhu Yuchen looked at the dead pine on the cliff and said indifferently: "In the past, I entered into a state of meditation and received spiritual enlightenment. If I want to leave this world, I have to fight with the Taoist."

As he spoke, Zhu Yuchen's true energy kept flowing, his whole body was fully displayed, and his green clothes moved without wind. Outsiders didn't notice it, but in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, the void behind him kept solidifying, but it was always a little short.

"Daoyou's three treasures of spirit, energy and soul are condensed as one. This means that you are about to enter the realm of Taoist Yuanshen. I am very happy to see you today and have you as my companion." As Zhang Sanfeng spoke, an illusory Tai Chi Bagua diagram appeared behind him.

Zhu Yuchen couldn't help but sigh. Zhang Sanfeng is indeed a rare great master in a century. His progress is beyond his imagination. This has already caught up with his accumulation of several worlds.

Before the two sides made a move, the collision of their true energy and Yuanshen had already begun. Everything around them seemed to be under a huge force of tens of thousands of tons, with grass and trees crouching and sand and rocks flying.

In a flash, the sunlight around the two seemed to dim for a moment. At the moment when the floating clouds covered the sun, the two moved at the same time.

Zhu Yuchen was as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder, bringing up many phantoms, as if there were countless of himself, and each of his moves was different.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped on the eight trigrams, and a figure appeared in all directions, mastering Tai Chi, the flow of yin and yang, borrowing and releasing force, and his strength was as strong as a thousand pounds. Every punch and palm can split mountains and rocks.

The eyes of the people watching the battle flashed, and they were already filled with dense figures. In an instant, they felt their vision shrink, their minds were as fast as drums, and they were dizzy.

The two people fighting didn't care, their moves were endless, and their qi was as soft as silk and rain. When they were waving, they opened deep pits on the cliff. When they were strong, they were like thunder and fire, blasting up gravel. Their strength was extremely fast, comparable to bed crossbows and artillery.

In a flash, the battle area of ​​hundreds of acres had sunk three feet and turned into a scorched earth.

The two people moved, and everyone had lost their traces. They could only watch the phantoms in front of them overlap and dissipate.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Yuchen put his fingers together like a sword, and a bright light appeared from nothing to something on his fingertips, like a flash of light; it collided with the Yin and Yang Qi condensed to a point in Zhang Sanfeng's hand.

In an instant, it was like a sword light opening the sky, the Yin and Yang Qi broke apart, and a dark spot emerged in the chaos. Before the two could react, Zhang Sanfeng's figure was sucked away by the dark spot.

The next moment, Zhu Yuchen's figure flashed and turned into a silver-white light and disappeared.

Historical Records: In the second year of Xinming, a peerless grandmaster fought a decisive battle at the Zhenwu Cliff of Wudang, and both ascended to heaven. Since then, martial arts have flourished in the world.