The narration system of Wuxia Journey

[Zhao Gou has an heir, which is extremely disadvantageous to Qin Hui. As the wind direction in the court changes, Qin Hui, unwilling to surrender, decides to give it a try]

[Qin Hui once again cooperates with the Jin people and invites King Xiaoyao to go south, intending to kill the fetuses of the concubines in the harem]

[Zhao Gou believes that the rivers and lakes should be the rivers and lakes, and the court should be the court, so he issued an edict to confer Yi Yun as Marquis of Wuyang]

[Zhao Gou believes that you and him have a tacit understanding. When Mingjian Villa receives the imperial edict, you should help him solve the problem of King Xiaoyao]

In Mingjian Villa, Yi Yuchen was slightly stunned when he saw the system narration, and then he understood. It seems that the news that Zhao Gou has an heir has spread throughout Lin'an City.

Yi Liang, who was reporting on the side, saw that he was distracted and stopped talking. Yi Yuchen waved his hand and said...

"These unimportant things, you can make your own decisions, you don't need to tell me everything."

"Also, get ready, get ready to receive the imperial edict!"

Yi Liang was stunned, not understanding why he was talking about the imperial edict, and who was the imperial edict for? However, Yi Yuchen did not explain, and he did not ask much, just go and prepare first.

Soon, Mingjian Villa became busy. There were many things to prepare to receive the imperial edict. Just repairing the house, arranging flowers and plants, etc. would take a lot of effort.

While Mingjian Villa was busy preparing, Qin Hui's men had crossed the Yellow River, and a martial arts dispute was about to begin.

………………

Shaolin Temple, Sutra Pavilion.

At this time, Zhang Junbao, dressed as a monk, sat bored by the escalator on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion, staring at the bald monk downstairs in a daze.

Since he had confused the monk with a tongue twister last time, he thought he could be free from now on. Unexpectedly, he was caught up by the monk before he had walked far.

As a result, the monk was crazy and insisted that he teach him to talk to animals, but Zhang Junbao was helpless. This was natural, okay!

As a result, under the monk's relentless insistence, he moved his hands a little. Really, Zhang Junbao swore that he just wanted to scare the monk and let him stop pestering him.

But unexpectedly, the monk was pretending to be crazy and stupid. He used a set of Thousand Hands Tathagata Palms, not only beat him without any ability to fight back, but also knocked him out!

When he woke up again, he returned to the previous Zen room.

After that, Zhang Junbao tried a few more times, but he was blocked by the monk every time and beat himself to death.

Later, the monk locked himself in a dry well. No matter what he said, the monk just wouldn't listen. In short, he wouldn't let him go unless he was taught to talk to animals.

Forced to do so, Zhang Junbao could only swear that he would not leave here, so that he would not stink in the dry well.

In the next few days, after Zhang Junbao's own visit, he realized that he had come to Shaolin Temple, and the monk downstairs was actually the monk who guarded the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion: Monk Chengkong.

Zhang Junbao turned over and lay down directly on the corridor on the second floor. He had read the "Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm" several times.

This Shaolin monk's unattainable miraculous skill was learned by an outsider like him, and the monk didn't care.

Zhang Junbao grabbed the secret book and threw it casually, and the secret book smashed downstairs.

Hearing the sound of the wind, Monk Chengkong's ears moved, his footsteps moved, he jumped into the air, and with his five fingers bent and clawed, he grabbed the secret book in his hand and jumped to the second floor.

"Wow! Master, what kind of martial arts is this?" Zhang Junbao asked curiously.

"Martial arts? What martial arts? I don't know martial arts, Amitabha!" Monk Chengkong said with a silly face that he didn't know martial arts.

Zhang Junbao imitated him and made a grabbing motion, looking at him and said: "Hey, hey, hey! You said you don't know martial arts, then how did you grab this secret book and how did you jump up?"

Monk Chengkong touched his bald head and said in confusion: "Is this martial arts? Why don't I know? Don't change the subject, when will you teach me to talk to a donkey?"

As he said, he took another look at the secret book in his right hand, showing a trace of distressed emotion, and said bluntly that this is just an ordinary scripture.

While nagging Zhang Junbao for not cherishing the scriptures, Monk Chengkong smoothed out the wrinkles on the secret book and put it back to its original position.

Seeing that he could even slip when walking, and he didn't look like a master at all, Zhang Junbao was helpless.

"Wow! Are you really crazy or pretending to be crazy? Why do your martial arts appear sometimes and disappear sometimes?" Zhang Junbao said helplessly.

Monk Chengkong snorted and ignored him.

Zhang Junbao's heart moved, thinking that he also followed this monk last time to find the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm from thousands of scriptures, so he stood up and followed him.

Monk Chengkong walked around the bookshelf and finally found a place to put the secret book in, and waited forAfter he left, Zhang Junbao immediately walked over and took a closer look.

Then he reached out from a pile of books and took out a tattered booklet, on the cover of which was written "Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand".

"No way! You can find it by following me? I don't believe you even if you say you are crazy!" Zhang Junbao muttered.

Then he sat on the ground and opened the book to read Dragon Claw Hand.

………………

In the valley behind Mingjian Villa, Yi Yuchen stood on the top of the cliff and watched Yi Jifeng practicing sword in the wind and snow, and nodded.

Yi Jifeng originally had good qualifications, and he also had his own cheats. The original Flying Dragon Nine Styles and Emei Qingfeng Swordsmanship were forcibly integrated into the artistic conception of Xiaoyaoyou by him.

"There is a fish in the North Sea, named Kun, hiding in the abyss, jumping out, turning into Peng, spreading its wings and hanging down the clouds in the sky!" Yi Yuchen nodded and exclaimed.

When Yi Jifeng finished practicing swordsmanship, Yi Yuchen waved his hand, and a stream of true energy gathered in his palm like a dragon sucking water, gathering the snow and wind in his palm, forming an ice ball that sparkled like a pearl in the sun.

"Brother!" Yi Jifeng put away his sword and said to Yi Yuchen who was standing beside him.

Yi Yuchen nodded and said...

"Now you can go to the secret room to observe the Jueming Sword and Qingming Sword, and comprehend the artistic conception! Your progress is faster than I expected."

"However, you should have seen Yi Tianxing's swordsmanship."

Yi Jifeng nodded, not knowing why his brother said this.

Yi Yuchen motioned him to follow, and said...

"The last move of the Eight Swords is called Liuli. What is Liuli? It is transparent inside and out, untainted by dust, and bright in body and mind."

"This move has surpassed the other seven swords. It is not about form, but about cultivating the mind! If you can't have no distracting thoughts and be clear inside and out, you can't merge with the sword."

"So the second uncle didn't comprehend this sword?" Yi Jifeng thought of Yi Tianxing's martial arts and said suddenly.

Yi Yuchen nodded and said...

"Without enough life experience and mental cultivation, this sword may not be comprehended in a lifetime."

"So people like Yi Tianxing chose to forge their own path."

"Yi Tianxing was unrestrained throughout his life and despised all etiquette. He was a wanderer, but he described himself as crazy for love."

"So, his eighth sword is called 'Chi', which means he is infatuated and infatuated in his heart!"