The narration system of Wuxia Journey

No one knew what the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren said in the ancestral hall, but all the servants of Mingjian Villa knew that Mingjian Villa had risen again.

The next morning, after Yi Yuchen had breakfast, he learned that Yi Jifeng had gone to the bottom of the lotus pond to practice sword.

His figure disappeared like clouds and wind, and when he reappeared, he was already at the edge of the lotus pond, and it was here that he saw the seventeen sword servants carefully selected by Yi Liang.

When Yi Yuchen glanced at them, everyone subconsciously felt a chill in their hearts, and only felt that those eyes were like stars and moons, with a bottomless coldness.

Yi Yuchen stared at the bottom of the pond silently for a moment, and nodded. At this time, deep in the bottom of the pond, Yi Jifeng held a long sword and fought against the undercurrents from all directions. Each undercurrent was equivalent to a master, and his moves were always unexpected.

Moreover, the undercurrent drives the pool water to surge constantly. If you are not careful and your steps are unstable, you will lose your balance; the bottom of the pool is turbulent and constantly changing, without a fixed pattern; in this way, the undercurrent has no direction and the changes are more unpredictable.

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With a "bang", the water splashed, Yi Jifeng flew into the sky, jumped out from the bottom of the pool, and saw Yi Yuchen standing on the shore in mid-air: "Brother!"

Yi Yuchen waved his hand and said, "Come, let me see your swordsmanship."

Yi Jifeng was not polite when he heard it. As his figure floated down, he stepped on the lake stone on the shore, and his figure rotated. With an indomitable momentum, the sword body rotated and changed constantly, and the tip of the sword covered Yi Yuchen's body.

Yi Yuchen nodded, and when the sword body was three inches away from his body, he raised his right hand, and flicked his index finger and middle finger together, hitting the sword body seven inches in the heavy phantom, which was the weakest point of the sword.

Yi Jifeng's palm felt numb, and the long sword in his hand bent. A gentle force pushed back, and his hand loosened.

He immediately let go of his palm, letting the sword rebound. He landed on the ground, flipped his body backward, and touched the rebounded sword with his right foot. The long sword shot towards Yi Yuchen with a "hum".

With the power of flying in the air, Yi Jifeng followed behind, holding the hilt first, and the long sword shook out five sword flowers, covering Yi Yuchen's chest.

These changes were simple and swift, not limited to moves, and the changes were exquisite and lightning fast. Combined with the unstoppable momentum, it has reached the world's first-class level.

Yi Yuchen praised repeatedly, his body did not move, his feet did not move, his right hand was like pinching an orchid, constantly changing in a small space, his fingers flicked on the sword body, and all the changes in the sword technique were blocked in a small space.

Yi Jifeng saw that he could not break through Yi Yuchen's fingers, but he was not discouraged. The sword skills in his hand became more and more simple and ancient, as fast as thunder, with an indomitable and unyielding momentum, and his moves were flexible, making the entry-level sword skills as he wished.

The more Yi Yuchen watched, the more he admired it. The orchid finger in his hand changed. It was no longer like an orchid in the valley, but with a momentum that was enough to cause a landslide. The fingertips were as heavy as mountains. Yi Jifeng felt his heart sink, as if he was pressed by the eternal sacred mountain.

With a "dang" sound, Yi Jifeng groaned. Although he did not have much true energy, the momentum made him feel depressed, as if he was pressed under the mountain and could not move.

Yi Jifeng held the hilt of the sword in his hand in vain. With the will honed at the bottom of the pool, he kept telling himself that this was an illusion. Instead of retreating, his body moved forward. As the sword body vibrated, the long sword in his hand was as light as nothing. Then Yi Yuchen stabbed Yi Yuchen's waist with his own strength.

Yi Yuchen stroked with his fingers, and the next moment, the fingers that were as heavy as a mountain became as free as orchids again, and lightly tapped the sword body, rebounding the long sword back.

Yi Jifeng turned and retreated, holding the hilt with his fingers, and continued to retreat with the strength of Yi Yuchen, with the sword body surrounding his body, not giving Yi Yuchen a chance to counterattack.

When he retreated three feet, Yi Jifeng swung his long sword, moved his feet lightly, and flew down from the air. The long sword chopped down straight, as fast as lightning, with a "booming" sound, like a tsunami covering his head.

Facing this sword that thousands of troops avoided, Yi Yuchen put his right hand together and pointed, and his fingertips waved as if commanding thousands of troops, and tapped the sword body seven times in a row.

Yi Jifeng was forced back by a move, but he was not discouraged. He moved his footsteps lightly, his body shape changed, and he moved around Yi Yuchen. He instantly slashed out eight swords, and his force was sometimes fierce and overbearing, like a divine axe that split the mountain; sometimes it was as light as a floating feather, dense and swift.

Facing the changes in Yi Jifeng's swordsmanship, Yi Yuchen turned his wrist, and his finger shadows flew, and his finger techniques kept changing. Sometimes he was like a general commanding troops, planning and commanding; sometimes he was like a good young man in the world, outstanding and harmonious like a warm breeze; sometimes he was like an emperor, majestic and overbearing, commanding the world.

As the finger shadows flew, the moves tended to be simple, and slowly evolved into a sword technique, guiding Yi Jifeng to continue learning.

Yi Jifeng was shocked. He saw the shadow of Mingjian Villa in these moves, but they were very different from what he had learned. He immediately changed the long sword in his hand, and the moves were very simple.The swordsmanship of Yi Yuchen changed.

After an unknown amount of time, Yi Yuchen withdrew, leaving Yi Jifeng alone in the field, swinging his sword. His moves were sometimes domineering and cold, and sometimes like a spring breeze. They were noble and elegant, and they dominated the four directions, attracting people's attention.

Slowly, the swordsmanship in Yi Jifeng's hands gradually became round and harmonious, and the moves were coherent and thorough, galloping in all directions. For a time, the sword energy was dense, like a net and a mountain.

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"Brother, what kind of swordsmanship is this?" After practicing the thirteen swordsmanship moves, Yi Jifeng swung the long sword in his hand and held it behind his back and asked.

Yi Yuchen waved his hand and said as he walked: "This sword technique has no name yet. I just created it casually. It has become perfect in your hands. You can give it a name yourself!"

Yi Jifeng touched his head and wondered: "This sword technique is so strange. The changes in the moves and the sword meanings contained in it are completely different. The styles are very different, but they can be perfectly integrated."

Yi Yuchen nodded and agreed...

"Yes, this sword technique is a combination of many finger techniques, which incorporates different wills. It has both the power of an emperor and the spirit of aristocrats and princes in the world."

"One of the finger techniques comes from the emperor's family, and one of the finger techniques is the Confucianism of saving the world; this sword technique can be said to be the sword of the court. If you understand it well, it will be of great benefit to your future study of the eight famous swords. . "

"Famous Sword Eight Styles?" Yi Jifeng was shocked and couldn't help but said, "But grandpa said I can't learn the famous sword eight styles now."

Yi Yuchen waved away the others and said...

"Your current martial arts are indeed not suitable for learning the famous sword eight styles. First, the famous sword eight styles require enough true energy, second, it requires enough talent, and third, you need enough experience and knowledge."

"You don't have to worry about true energy. Mingjian Villa has its own way to make you have a hundred years of skills; in terms of qualifications, my brother once taught you the Yijing bone forging chapter. As long as you persevere, it is enough to improve your qualifications. You should feel it. "

"In terms of knowledge, you have been in Mingjian Villa and have not traveled around the world. It is inevitable that you are lacking, so my brother can only find another way. "