The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Yi Yuchen manipulated his Qi and slowly put Yi Yun on the bed, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

[You combined the techniques of One Yang Finger and Pure Yang Wuji Qi to cure Yi Yun's legs. Use Qi to warm up the Yang every day, and he will return to normal after a year]

Seeing the system's narration, Yi Yuchen confirmed the effect of the treatment and put aside his worries. He flicked his sleeves and the closed door opened without wind.

Yi Liang, who was outside the door, heard the noise and walked in immediately. He looked excited. Looking at Yi Yun's rewrapped legs, he asked, "Young Master Sun, how is it?"

Yi Yuchen looked at his and Yi Yun's expectant eyes and said with a smile...

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission! If nothing unexpected happens, the injury will be stable in half a month at most, and the plaster should be removed after a month."

"You can try to walk slowly after that, but don't worry, it will take at least three months to recover."

"Grandpa, don't move recently. Just tell Yi Liang anything. Your legs can't move now. I will come here every day to warm your legs' bones and meridians with my true qi."

"Wait until you confirm that you have fully recovered, then try to run your true qi again; if the situation is good, your legs will be back to their peak state in a year at most."

Hearing this, Yi Yun could no longer suppress his expression. He laughed and said, "Good, good, good! King Xiaoyao, I didn't expect there would be a day to fight again!"

Yi Yuchen knew his knot in his heart, so he didn't say much. After all, Yi Yun's defeat that year was really unfair.

If it weren't for the shamelessness of King Xiaoyao, who dragged Yi Yun to fight for three days at the cost of hundreds of lives, and then took advantage of Yi Yun's lack of physical strength and true energy to attack, it would be unknown who would win or lose.

If he could fight King Xiaoyao fairly and put an end to Yi Yun's years of depression, Yi Yuchen would have nothing to hinder him. Even if King Xiaoyao has made progress in recent years, Yi Yun has the Da Huan Dan to catch up.

After spending some time with the old man and confirming that he was fine, Yi Yuchen left the space for him and Yi Liang.

This master and servant have been together for decades, and no one cares about him more than Yi Liang.

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Yi Jifeng soon discovered Yi Yun's situation, but Yi Liang and others did not tell him in detail. He only knew that Yi Yun's legs had improved.

That day, Yi Yuchen was reading the court report and saw that Zhang Jun was attacked by civil officials. The report listed his ten major crimes.

After reading it carefully, Yi Yuchen found that the charges were not serious. At most, he was asking for favors for his disciples and seeking official positions.

This was not a big problem at the moment, or in other words, most officials had done it.

Until he saw that Emperor Gaozong Zhao Gou kept it to himself, Yi Yuchen sighed and realized that Zhao Gou was waiting for Zhang Jun to resign on his own and wanted to maintain his last bit of dignity.

"Although the civil officials of the Southern Song Dynasty looked down on military officials, they still had at least some integrity. I'm afraid Zhang Jun is unwilling to give up his position as the Minister of State Affairs. In this case, he will be in danger." Yi Yuchen said to himself.

As Yi Yuchen expected, as time passed, Zhang Jun had no intention of resigning, and the incident gradually fermented.

In the court, the charges against Zhang Jun by the peace faction became more and more serious, from spending money to seek official positions, to cultivating wings, showing off power, and even some people accused him of suppressing the imperial power and wanting to be a powerful minister who monopolized the government.

Although Emperor Gaozong Zhao Gou still kept the report in his heart, he also asked Zhang Jun to defend himself.

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In the study, Yi Jifeng and Yi Liang were both there.

"I'm afraid Zhao Gou's patience is about to run out! This is Zhang Jun's last chance!" Yi Yuchen put down the report and sighed.

Yi Liang looked distressed. He didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Yi Jifeng couldn't help but ask, "Is there no other way?"

Yi Yuchen shook his head and explained...

"Zhao Gou wants to take this opportunity to show the court his inclination to negotiate peace. Then the prime ministers who advocate war must quit this game."

"Now the Political Affairs Hall is headed by the pro-war faction, and Qin Hui is not allowed to enter the center. Zhao Gou's will will be rejected before it leaves the Political Affairs Hall."

"Zhang Jun and Zhao Ding are not Lu Yihao, Zhao Gou doesn't have so many concerns. I'm afraid Zhang Jun is in trouble!"

"However, civil officials in this dynasty are precious, and Zhang Jun will at most be dismissed and exiled, and his life will not be in danger. There is nothing to worry about."

Originally, it was thought that the matter would end with Zhang Jun's exile, but who knew that a few days later, the matter took a big turn.

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Lin'an, Southern Song Dynasty.

This morning, in front of a high gatehouse in the inner city where the dignitaries of Kyoto gathered.

Four servants stood outside the door to welcome the guests. Two majestic stone lions stood in front of the door, and the two golden characters "Zhang Mansion" on the plaque shone brightly.

A carriage pulled by two horses slowly drove to the door of the mansion. As the carriage approached, the door opened from the inside, and a thin and elegant old man walked out.

The old man was Zhang, one of the vice ministers of the Political Affairs Hall.Jun, as he boarded the carriage, he was escorted by the Imperial Guards and the Six Gates Constables in front, behind, and on both sides of the carriage to the palace.

After the carriage entered Zhuque Street, the leader of the Imperial Guards frowned and looked at the vendors on the roadside. Although he felt that it was a bit lively today, he didn't think much about it.

It was not until the carriage passed halfway through Zhuque Street that the leader of the Imperial Guards and the vendors on the roadside accidentally exchanged glances and realized that something was wrong.

He only had time to shout: "Not good, protect the Prime Minister!" On the top of the high-rise building on the roadside, with the sound of a crossbow, a sharp arrow shot towards his chest as fast as thunder.

With a "boom" in his ears, all the sounds and movements of the pedestrians on the street slowed down, and he was pierced through the heart by the sharp arrow, and the huge force carried him back from the horse.

With the sound of the arrow, the vendors on both sides drew long knives from the carrying poles and stalls and rushed towards the carriage.

The last thing the leader of the imperial guards saw was the panicked pedestrians, the fierce killers, and the imperial guards and the six-door constables who were unable to react.

As his eyes fell into darkness, everything was completely quiet.

With the death of the leader of the imperial guards, the streets were in chaos, and the innocent passers-by who were affected screamed and crawled into the buildings on both sides.

Soon, the windows on the second floors of the inns and restaurants on both sides of the street opened, and a series of black-clothed and masked figures jumped down and surrounded the carriage.

At this time, the imperial guards and the six-door constables reacted, formed a battle formation, surrounded the carriage in the middle, and the two sides fought in a mess.

At the top of the tall building where the sharp arrow was shot, a slender figure holding a longbow looked down, her hand on the sharp arrow, the bow was like a full moon, and as she let go, the long arrow whistled towards the carriage.

At the moment when the long arrow approached the carriage, a hand wearing golden armor stretched out from the carriage, grabbed the long arrow and broke it directly.

The slender figure on the tall building fixed her eyes, threw away her longbow, picked up the hilt of the sword from the side, and jumped down towards the carriage.

As she moved, the carriage door was pushed open, and a figure in golden armor walked out. The figure was well-proportioned, white-faced and beardless, with a pair of eyes like tiger eyes, giving people a feeling of choosing people to devour.

Seeing the long sword approaching, the man in golden armor sneered, clenched his right fist to gather strength, and punched out with a whistling sound of the wind and a sharp hissing sound.

As the fist and sword collided, after a series of ding-dong sounds, the man in golden armor did not move, and the owner of the long sword groaned and jumped back.