The narration system of Wuxia Journey

"This is really... a bad start!" Yi Yuchen's mouth twitched. Fortunately, fortunately, this body has practiced martial arts, otherwise he would not know how to explain it to the old man.

Could it be that he was possessed by a ghost? Or was he the reincarnation of an immortal? I'm afraid the first thing the old man would do is to chop himself with a sword to protect his eldest grandson.

As for why no one came to worship, hehe, Yi Yuchen knew that these people were probably waiting. Some people were waiting to see the joke, some people were waiting to climb over the wall to "worship" at night, and some people were waiting to see the final outcome and make a decision.

"Let's eat!" The old man came back to his senses, clapped his hands, and broke the silence of the side hall. The old housekeeper outside the door bowed slightly, and soon six dishes and a soup were served.

Yi Yuchen glanced and nodded. It was worthy of being a martial arts family with hundreds of years of history. The food was good. Just by the smell, he knew that a lot of precious medicinal materials were used, all of which were medicinal foods that replenished blood and qi and strengthened the body.

Maybe the old man was not interested, or maybe the noble family pays attention to "no talking while eating and no talking while sleeping". The meal was eaten quietly, except for the occasional clash of bowls and chopsticks, there was no communication between them.

Yi Yuchen arranged the food for his younger brother, and watched him finish eating, then he sped up and swept away the food, which made Yi Yun slightly stunned, but he did not ask more questions. After observing for a moment, he confirmed that Yi Yuchen was not overeating, and then ordered: "Yi Liang, tell the kitchen to double the amount of food in the future."

The old housekeeper named Yi Liang bowed and agreed, and ordered the servants to remove the tableware. The group rested for a while and returned to the mourning hall again.

Back in the mourning hall, the old man Yi Yun continued to stare at the coffin of his son and daughter-in-law in a daze. Yi Yuchen took the hand of little Yi Jifeng and knelt in the main seat to entertain the guests. The mourning hall returned to tranquility.

The old housekeeper Yi Liang bowed and quietly retreated, and Mingjian Villa returned to a dead silence.

Because he had to deal with uninvited guests at night, Yi Yuchen had no mood to coax the child. Little Yi Jifeng looked at him several times, and seeing that he did not respond, he curled his lips and knelt beside him in a daze.

Before taking action at night, Yi Yuchen used his spiritual sense to observe the meridians in his body. Those that were slightly wider must be the direction of the true qi. Soon, he calculated the approximate true qi running diagram based on the meridian acupoints.

After several attempts, it was confirmed that it was correct, and then the true qi in the body was activated to accelerate the digestion of medicinal food and replenish the amount of true qi.

After a long time, looking at the slight increase in the total amount of true qi in the dantian, Yi Yuchen couldn't help but sigh secretly. This amount of true qi was too little. If he rashly changed it to his own internal power method, he was afraid that he would not even be able to complete a cycle before it would be consumed.

The internal power method of Mingjian Villa can only be said to be superior, but it is still far from the peerless mind method, not to mention his own "Dao Qinglian Chapter" which has integrated many peerless mind methods.

"Forget it, wait until these seven days are over, and then start practicing again. It's more important to save your life now." Yi Yuchen thought.

Time flies, and it's night. For a whole day, no one came to pay homage. Even if Yi Yuchen is a person of low character, he couldn't help but curse inwardly that he looked down on others.

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As the sky gradually darkened and night fell, the old man Yi Yun finally gave up the last thought in his heart. Looking at the coffin at the top, he couldn't help but say to himself: "Forget it! Forget it! No one came, so no one came!"

He glanced at the two grandsons who were still kneeling beside him, and a trace of love flashed in his eyes. The children were still young, and there was no need to let them suffer with an old man like him.

Turning the wheelchair, he reached out to help the two grandsons up, looked at the clear eyes of the eldest grandson, and nodded. This child suddenly encountered a big change, but he could still take good care of his younger brother. He was not as bad as he thought. Maybe if he cultivated him, Mingjian Villa still had hope.

He turned his head, pushed the wheelchair away, and said, "Let's have dinner! No need to stay, go to bed early tonight, and come back tomorrow to keep vigil."

Little Yi Jifeng didn't understand these things yet. He couldn't help showing a little joy when he heard about eating, and then he quickly lowered his head, fearing that others would see him.

Yi Yuchen held his hand and looked at him and smiled when he raised his head. Little Yi Jifeng smiled, took his brother's hand, and chased after his grandfather.

At dinner, seeing that the amount of food had almost doubled, Yi Yuchen couldn't help but sigh that the rich were "inhumane". Just this table of food would have cost an ordinary person a year.

"Do it in moderation, don't be too greedy, and don't go too far." Yi Yun suddenly said.

Yi Yuchen smiled slightly, looked around the food, and said, "It's just right, grandpa, don't worry. Wealth enriches the house, virtue enriches the body, so a gentleman must be sincere in his intentions."

It means that I must be sincere and upright, I will not waste wealth, nor change my mind, and do my best. The old man Yi Yun showed a hint of surprise, then nodded and stopped talking.

EatAfter dinner, the brothers held hands, mainly little Yi Jifeng and Yi Yuchen, and walked towards their residence.

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Back to the residence, push open the door of the small courtyard, the small courtyard is clean and tidy, except for the weapon rack in the corner, there is nothing else. Push open the door, it is a bedroom, round table, round stool, bed, a curtain on the left, a table behind, behind the table is a row of bookshelves against the wall.

Little Yi Jifeng came back here, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then he let go of Yi Yuchen's hand and ran towards the bed. When he took off his shoes and socks, a servant soon brought a copper basin to help him wash up.

Yi Yuchen waved his hand and said, "It's still early, you can go down, just leave the water, and come back to clean up tomorrow."

The servant didn't say much, bowed and agreed, and then retreated.

Yi Yuchen didn't know how to coax the child. Looking at the silly and cute eyes of the kid on the bed, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He turned his eyes and walked to the table in the wing room on the left. He took a look and saw a copy of "Yi Family Sword Manual" and a copy of "University" on the table.

He picked up the sword manual and found a gossip novel from the bookshelf. Then he leaned on the bed, waved the book in his hand, and asked, "How about I tell you a story?"

Little Yi Jifeng nodded, lay in the bed, looked at Yi Yuchen, and suddenly said, "Brother is a little different!"

[Young Yi Jifeng was the first to notice your difference, but he thought it was a good thing. What bad thoughts could a child have?]

Yi Yuchen raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Oh? What's different?"

Little Yi Jifeng thought about it, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

Yi Yuchen touched his head and asked, "Do you like it?"

Little Yi Jifeng nodded, "Brother treats me better than before."

"That's it! Okay. Lie down and tell you a story. Well, how about the story of Meng Mu's three moves?" Yi Yuchen opened the novel and found one that he remembered.

Seeing little Yi Jifeng nod, Yi Yuchen turned to the passage and said, "Mencius' mother moved three times to choose her neighbors. This means that when Mencius was young, his mother..."