The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Little Yi Jifeng was obviously still a little scared of Yi Yun. He was jumping around just now, but he immediately quieted down after seeing Yi Yun.

Yi Yuchen, who was following behind, shook his head and waited for him to sit down before saying...

"Grandpa doesn't need to be so serious in teaching me. It's normal for children to be lively and agile. This spirituality is innate and the foundation of martial arts."

"As long as you keep your heart right, you will naturally be right. Otherwise, if you are too rigid, you will be taught to be a rigid gentleman, lacking flexibility. Then his swordsmanship will become rigid and dull, lacking spirituality, which is not good for his future martial arts practice."

After that, he said to little Yi Jifeng...

"You should be serious in class and martial arts practice; you can make noise in your spare time without restraining yourself. As long as things are done well and you know what is right and wrong, it's okay."

"I don't have time on weekdays. Grandpa loves you deeply, so it's inevitable that he will be strict. As long as you study hard and practice martial arts well, you will understand when you grow up!"

Little Yi Jifeng looked at Yi Yun and nodded when he saw that he didn't say anything.

After dinner, Xiao Yi Jifeng had his own schoolwork, and Yi Yuchen also had to go to discuss cooperation with the Lu family and deal with miscellaneous matters. The two brothers were busy with their own things.

Until returning to the courtyard in the evening, Yi Yuchen stood under the eaves, watching Xiao Yi Jifeng perform a set of swordsmanship, and nodded and applauded...

"Not bad, not bad, little brother, you are already familiar with the moves and routines. The next step is to understand the essence of this set of swordsmanship and consider how to apply it in actual combat."

"This set of swordsmanship and sword meaning comes from the Confucian "Great Learning". You need to have a noble spirit, an upright heart, and a gentleman's style. When you finish studying "Great Learning", you will naturally have your own understanding."

"As for the changes in the moves, you can think about it more in your spare time, ask grandpa to teach you, and your elder brother will find another way."

When Xiao Yi Jifeng fell asleep at night, Yi Yuchen was busy until midnight again. Looking at the thick stack of drawings on the table, he couldn't help but smile.

[You use the art of mechanical numbers to set up 108 mechanisms, which can control one, four, eight, sixteen, and up to one hundred and eight undercurrents in sequence]

Early the next morning, Yi Yuchen called Yi Liang, handed him the blueprint in his hand, and said...

"Arrange someone to dig a lotus pond in the mansion and lead the water from Taihu Lake into the mansion."

"The mechanisms on these blueprints are used to control the undercurrents at the bottom of the pond. They can form undercurrents of different numbers and directions."

"After it is built, arrange Jifeng to practice swordsmanship at the bottom of the pond, starting from one undercurrent to one hundred and eight undercurrents, slowly. That's good, these undercurrents are the best enemies. "

Although Yi Liang didn't understand these, he frowned just looking at the data on the paper and said, "Young Master Sun, this project is not small. I'm afraid it won't be completed in three or four years."

Yi Yuchen also understood this and comforted him, "Don't worry, Jifeng is still young now, and it's still in time when he's two years older."

After receiving the order, Yi Liang hurried down. It was not a matter of words to move the layout of the mansion and dig the lotus pond again. How to layout, how to position, and whether it would disturb the feng shui of the mansion were big problems.

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Time passed by under Yi Yuchen's step-by-step arrangement, and four years had passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, in the quiet room where Yi Yuchen was in seclusion, a whistle rose to the sky, and the roar of dragons and tigers continued for ten miles, wandering in Mingjian Villa.

The sound of the dragon's roar was like a huge rock thrown into the water, the grass and trees spontaneously bent outward, the lotus pond in the mansion vibrated with ripples, and the servants who were doing the work lost their minds in the roar of the dragon and the tiger.

When the roar stopped, Yi Liang had already arrived at the courtyard with Yi Yun in a wheelchair. In the courtyard, Yi Jifeng and Li Tieniu, who were already fifteen or sixteen years old, used internal energy to resist the sound waves, staggering and refusing to fall down.

Yi Yun took a look at his little grandson and knew that he was not seriously injured, but was temporarily exhausted due to excessive use of true energy.

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In the quiet room, Yi Yuchen opened his eyes, a flash of lightning flashed in his eyes, and his limbs and bones made a crackling sound; when his fingers rubbed, there was a sound of metal; his slightly pale skin occasionally had a trace of golden light, as if it was an illusion.

"I have been here for four years. Today, I finally have the power to protect myself. Now my body is indestructible, my true qi is full, and my spirit, energy and soul are united again. My soul is no longer a waterless source, and I can practice the eight famous sword styles."

When Yi Yuchen raised his hand, his true qi moved as he wished, and a three-foot sword appeared in his hand. It was the Xuanwu heavy sword.

As his mind moved, his martial arts soul urged the Xuanwu heavy sword to wander around the room. The sword had a majestic and heavy sword intent that could split mountains and seas, but it was not released. When it moved, it would shake the world.

After practicing a set of sword techniques, Yi Yuchen's soul moved, and the Xuanwu heavy sword turned into true qi by itself and flowed back to the Dantian Qi Sea...…

"Qi turns into weapons, objects turn into shapes, this already has some of the meaning of Taoist cultivation magic. It is true that one method leads to all methods. The essence of the great way is indeed the same."

"After learning the eight sword styles, I can use this as a basis to evolve the qi into my own qi weapon. By then, the man and the sword will be one, and perhaps I can reach a higher realm."

Feeling the purple and green qi in the dantian like a sea, Yi Yuchen couldn't help but sigh at the importance of being born well. He didn't need to worry about anything, and naturally there would be things like the Great Return Pill delivered to his door.

Since he was in seclusion, Yi Yun quietly sent him five Great Return Pills, which gave him the total amount of qi he has now. Otherwise, if he just accumulated qi, he would not know when it would be gone.

Looking inward for a moment, his Dantian was like the sea, his meridians were like surging rivers, his Qi flowed freely, filling his whole body, and the Qi was stored in every acupuncture point. As long as he thought about it, he could send out a blow that could split the sky and the sea; after making sure that there were no more omissions, Yi Yuchen stood up.

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After the whistling stopped for a long time, the door of the quiet room opened silently, and Yi Yuchen, dressed in green, walked out of it with light steps.

A ray of sunlight fell on the green clothes, and the boy seemed to be covered with a layer of golden clothes, with strands of golden light jumping on his hair, making the boy look like a fairy. Anyone who saw him would praise him as a wise and beautiful man, a spirit of heaven and earth.

With a thought in his mind, Yi Yuchen took a step forward, and he had crossed a distance of five or six feet and stood in front of Yi Yun's wheelchair.

"Good! Good! Good! God has treated me well. Mingjian Villa has successors, successors!" Yi Yun looked at the immortal-like boy and couldn't help crying.

Yi Liang bowed and pulled Tie Niu out, leaving time and space for the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren.

"Grandpa! Finally, you have lived up to your trust. Mingjian Villa will be revived in the future." Yi Yuchen held the armrest of the old man's wheelchair and pushed him towards the ancestral temple.

Glancing at the boy beside him, Yi Yuchen promised: "I will also teach Jifeng well. Mingjian Villa must be the best in the world."

Anyone can hear the firmness and sincerity in the boy's words. Time is silent, but it leaves traces of a turning point at this moment.