The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Yi Yuchen had no intention to pursue the matter. There have always been many extraordinary people in the mountains and wilds, so why bother to get to the bottom of it.

However, after this incident, he had no intention to stay. He left a piece of silver and walked out of the city in the sunset, intending to live wherever fate allowed.

Along the way, the news that Zhang Junbao had received the treasure from Yue Fei had spread all over the world, and countless martial artists on the official road flocked to the Zhang family in Jiangnan.

Yi Yuchen was mixed in the crowd, as if shrouded in a layer of clouds and mist, and would be ignored at a glance, as if he did not exist.

That night, Yi Yuchen did go to the wild, and he did not despise it. He made a fire by himself and stayed in the mountain temple beside the road.

As the night deepened, pedestrians who were on the road at night gradually arrived here and squeezed in.

The first to come was a young master and servant. Yi Yuchen only took a glance and saw that although the other party was dressed as a man, they were a pair of women.

Not to mention that the other two were slender, walked gracefully, and did not cover the ear holes on their earlobes. But these had nothing to do with him.

"Brother, we, the master and the servant, are passing by here. We can only stay for one night. Sorry to bother you!" The leading woman's voice was light and firm, with a hint of heroism.

Yi Yuchen nodded gently and said, "I am just staying for the night. You two can go anywhere else in this mountain temple."

The woman nodded, and chose a corner not far from Yi Yuchen with another person. The woman took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom and sprinkled some powder, and then heard a rustling sound that instantly disappeared.

Yi Yuchen was surprised. This girl was also an expert in refining medicine. No wonder she dared to walk at night without martial arts.

The woman smiled at Yi Yuchen's eyes, then turned around and picked up some firewood with another woman who was obviously a maid, and lit a bonfire next to her.

The two of them were busy, but it was mainly the maid who was busy, while the other one just sat there and waited quietly.

When the bread and braised meat and vegetables on the bonfire were heated, the woman asked politely: "I see you didn't bring any food, would you like to eat some together?"

Yi Yuchen shook his head, and the woman thought he was on guard, and she also knew that her kindness could easily be misunderstood, so she didn't say anything more.

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When the two were half full, they heard the sound of carriages and horses on the official road, and then heard a rough voice: "Brother, there is a wild temple here, why not stay here!"

Then another voice said in a low voice: "Okay, it's hard for everyone to travel at night, let's stay here for the night and set off tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, the temple door was pushed open with a creak, and with a "Huh...", the previous rough voice said: "Brother, there are already people here!"

As he spoke, the man walked in, but he was a middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth short jacket, seven feet tall, majestic and powerful, with a full beard on his face, holding a ghost-head knife in his right hand.

Following closely behind him was a somewhat handsome man wearing black clothes, with slender fingers and a nine-section whip wrapped around his waist.

The man took a look at the situation in the mountain temple, and his eyes shrank when he saw Yi Yuchen alone. Those who ventured into the world would never travel alone without two brushes, of course, except for those desperate people.

He glanced at the other two and turned around and said, "Let's go to the left corner to fix it." It was diagonally opposite Yi Yuchen and the others.

Then a burst of horse hoof noise came in, and three carts were seen. More than 20 people came in with weapons in their hands. The first cart had a flag of "Fuyuan Escort Agency" hanging on it.

These people escorted the carts to the left corner and then gathered outside, lit a bonfire, and muttered to themselves, looking at Yi Yuchen and the others from time to time.

At first, these people were very defensive. After a few of them drank some wine, they couldn't control their mouths. They laughed and told some dirty jokes, and glanced at the two people next to Yi Yuchen from time to time.

However, the master and servant did not pay attention to them. Only the little maid glared at them fiercely, but in return, they laughed loudly.

The woman whispered a few words, and the little maid put down the hidden weapon in her sleeve, still complaining indignantly. The woman smiled, glanced at the leading escort, and turned her head back.

The martial artists who were guarding the escort had no idea that they had just walked from the edge of death. Only the leader who had been letting them test him shrank after seeing the woman's eyes. That was the look of looking at a dead person.

"Shut up! You don't know how much you weigh after drinking some horse urine? Go to sleep if you have nothing to do." The leading escort scolded.

The martial artists stammered and shrank back one by one, looked at each other, and gathered around the campfire to reduce their voices.

The leading escort came over, stood five steps away, and bowed.: "I am Chen Taolong, the head of Fuyuan Escort Agency. I am honored to meet you three. My friends are all rough people, please don't be offended!"

Yi Yuchen sat cross-legged on the side, closed his eyes and said nothing; the master and servant next to him also looked at the bonfire and said nothing.

The man named Chen Taolong was bored, his face was ugly for a moment, and then he bowed and retreated.

After retreating, Chen Taolong and several escorts whispered for a while, and then arranged for their own people to rest and keep watch.

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[Yue Fei was killed in Fengbo Pavilion, he asked for benevolence and got it, but he was unwilling to miss such a good opportunity]

The narration system suddenly appeared in his mind, and Yi Yuchen felt a pain in his heart, and a sense of sadness surged in his heart.

"When the king's army conquers the Central Plains in the north, don't forget to tell your father during the family sacrifice." Yi Yuchen silently recited the poem, knowing that the Southern Song Dynasty would never have the opportunity to unify the Central Plains again.

As his mood became depressed, an unspeakable sadness spread wantonly. Everyone who stayed in the mountain temple felt uncomfortable and burst into tears without realizing it.

Chen Taolong and the master and servant, who were half asleep, suddenly woke up and sat up, only to find that they couldn't help crying, and their hearts were even more sad.

"Hurry... get up!" Chen Taolong shouted while wiping his tears.

The night watchmen, who had been distracted, came back to their senses and wiped their tears. Many people panicked and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Several martial artists from the escort agency cried silently while kowtowing to the mountain god statue, mumbling to themselves and counting the mistakes they had made.

At this time, the young lady of the master and servant gently pulled the sleeve of the maid, pursed her lips and looked in the direction of Yi Yuchen. Under the moonlight bonfire, Yi Yuchen seemed to be filled with a layer of undispersed sorrow fog, which made people feel sad at a glance.

"Ah... there's a ghost!" The little maid suddenly screamed, scaring the rest of the escort agency so much that they all huddled together and formed a circle to look outside.

This scream also woke up Yi Yuchen, and he retracted his emanating spiritual power, and the sad atmosphere in the temple finally dissipated.