The narration system of Wuxia Journey

After Yi Liang left, Yi Yuchen had time to look at the system narration...

[The Shaolin treasure you fabricated successfully attracted the attention of Shaolin and Zhang Qiqiao]

[Zhang Qiqiao has been trying to get rid of the control of King Xiaoyao, and he is very interested in the treasure of Shaolin Temple]

[The Shaolin treasure map you fabricated will accidentally fall into the hands of Wanyan Chang's guests after leaving Guanzhong]

[The Shaolin treasure map fell into the hands of the Liao Kingdom and the Southern Song Dynasty royal family. Some people think it is fake, and some people think it is real. Congratulations, you made up a treasure map and guessed the location of some of the real Shaolin treasures.]

[Shaolin Temple was caught by the Southern Song Dynasty Imperial City Division and the Liao Dynasty Night Rain Tower while secretly transferring the treasures. Shaolin had to reveal some of its cards in advance and kill the royal spies.]

[You successfully diverted King Xiaoyao's attention from you, and he also became interested in Shaolin's treasures.]

"This is really... an accidental planting of willows and a forest of willows!" Looking at the system narration, Yi Yuchen laughed dumbly.

But these are all small things. Before Qin Hui returns to the court, it may not be a bad thing to make the rivers and lakes move.

Compared with the overall situation, these are insignificant. Yi Yuchen thought about it and let it go. What is important now is to grasp the layout in Luliang.

………………

Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin lay disciples are all over the world. Shaolin disciples can be found in scholars, farmers, merchants and courts.

So when the rumors came out, Shaolin Temple already knew about it. At the beginning, Shaolin Temple held the idea of ​​keeping things quiet and that rumors stop with the wise, and did not interfere.

However, as time went by, the rumors not only did not stop, but became more and more intense, and even reached the point where everyone in the world knew about it.

As a result, the Shaolin Temple, which had always deliberately kept a low profile, attracted the attention of the Southern Song Dynasty and Wanyan Chang of the Later Jin Dynasty at the same time.

After all, if such a large amount of gold and silver treasures were true, how much military expenses would it be? How many weapons could be built? Even if everyone shared a little, it would be enough to pass down the family for three generations, right?

At this time, in the Zen room where Abbot Le Hui lived, the first masters of all the halls and halls of Shaolin gathered here.

"Now that there are rumors everywhere, what do you think?" Abbot Le Hui, who was sitting at the top, asked.

"I still say that rumors stop with the wise. Now there are rumors everywhere, but there is no real treasure map. If there is no harvest after spreading it, those people will naturally stop!" said the master of the temple.

"Brother, what you said is not right. Can we just let those people from the underworld wander around in Songshan?" The head of the Arhat Hall, Lefan, objected.

Leyin folded his hands and chanted "Amitabha", then said: "It is better to be still than to move! This matter has attracted the attention of the Southern Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty. If we move now, wouldn't it be a confirmation of the treasure!"

Yaoshi Hall Lezhi said: "This makes sense! Those people from the underworld are just minor details, don't worry about them, but the courts on both sides are the most urgent matters. If one is not handled well, it will be a disaster for the whole family."

Lefan snorted coldly and said: "This matter must be the work of Mingjian Villa. Such a mean person is not worthy of the leader of the martial arts world. "

After this, everyone was silent, only Le Hui sighed, took out a letter from his bosom, and said: "Today, the deacon monk received a letter from Mingjian Villa, saying that rumors were spreading in the Jianghu, and Mingjian Villa was willing to stand with Shaolin. "

After everyone had read the letter, Le Hui put the letter on the Zen couch beside him and said: "Don't talk about what Junior Brother Le Fan said in the future. If it spreads out, it means that Shaolin doesn't know the good intentions. "

"Amitabha!" Le Yin sighed, "Do things without leaking a single drop, I'm afraid the contents of the letter have spread all over the world."

Liao Hui nodded and said...

"In this way, Mingjian Villa has stood at the pinnacle of chivalry, and my Shaolin has no choice but to continue on this path."

"In the future, when dealing with Mingjian Villa, we must be careful! That Mr. Yi is really not to be underestimated!"

"But this is also an opportunity. Publish this letter and let those people in the world know the determination of Shaolin and Mingjian Villa to join forces, so that they will be cautious and will not mess around."

" Amitabha! This Master Yi is so calculating! In this way, Shaolin Temple has to accept the favor of Mingjian Villa. We will be inferior to each other when we meet in the future!"

"If the King Xiaoyao really comes to the Central Plains one day, my Shaolin will no longer be able to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts world."

When the monks heard this, they all bowed their heads and shouted: "Amitabha!"

After discussing for a long time, the Shaolin monks decided to wait and see. At this time, the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes, the court, and the aristocratic families are all on Shaolin Temple, and every move will be deliberately magnified and interpreted.

After the other monks left, only Hui and Master Liaozhi of the Medicine Master Hall were left in the Zen room.

Liaozhi was silent for a moment and said: "Now that Master Yi has come, I am afraid there are stillBackhand, our plan to divert the trouble to the east and sit back and watch the clouds rise may not work! "

Abbot Liao Hui lowered his head and said nothing. After a moment, he said: "He must have a backhand. If it were me, I would not stop there. I am afraid that the trouble cannot be diverted to the east, but will burn myself instead."

Liao Zhi was silent and said: "Brother, are you talking about the King Xiaoyao?"

After a long silence, the two people in the Zen room were indifferent and silent. Abbot Liao Hui whispered: "Brother, go to the Bodhidharma Cave! It's time to invite a few uncles out of retreat! "

"Ah..." Thinking of his uncle who sealed his life and death in the Bodhidharma Cave, Liaozhi couldn't help but sigh. This is the foundation that Shaolin Temple can only use when it encounters a disaster of extermination.

………………

Somewhere in Jiangnan, in a secret room.

Three men and two women gathered in the secret room in silence. Three of the men were dressed in the northwest area. The woman sitting next to the three had a charming look in her eyes.

Another woman was holding a sword in her arms, sitting opposite the four people, dressed in a Central Plains style, looking at the four people opposite with indifference.

The woman with charming eyes moved her eyes and smiled, "Oh! You really look like a delicate little beauty, sister really loves you!"

The woman holding the sword snorted coldly and said, "If you want to have a fever, go outside and find a man!"

The woman opposite slapped the table and pointed at her and said, "Qin Sirong, don't think that I have... to support you, you don't know what's good for you! You are a vegetarian when I am your matchmaker! "

The sword-holding woman named Qin Sirong sneered, slapped the sword on the table, and said with her hand on the hilt: "I don't know if you, Hongniang, are vegetarians, but the three of them must know your reputation. Why didn't you give them a taste of it?"

"I'll beat you to death..." The Western woman named Hongniang pulled out a soft whip from her waist and pointed at Qin Sirong.

The other three sat aside and watched the show with a smile, but they didn't care. Instead, they hoped that the two would fight.

At this moment, the secret passage leading to the secret room was filled with ticking footsteps. After a moment, a man in black clothes with gold wire armor on his chest walked in.

He glanced and shouted: "What are you doing? Want to die? It's fun to fight your own people?"

Qin Sirong and Hongniang snorted coldly and took back their weapons. The man walked to the main seat and sat down, looking at the two and said: "Sit down!"