Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

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The moment he regained his freedom, Zhang Junbao clasped his hands together, flipped his palms, and instantly the palm shadows reappeared, dense and unpredictable, striking Yi Jifeng's arms and chest.

"Good!" Yi Jifeng praised, thrusting out his sword finger, emitting a sword cry like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. His nimble hand was like a giant axe splitting a mountain, carrying heavy waves of energy, using force to overcome skill!

Yi Jifeng deftly deflected Zhang Junbao's numerous palm strikes with a single finger, then continued his thrust with his sword finger, before transforming it into a seemingly effortless display of power. His massive axe became as supple as a silken thread, striking Zhang Junbao in the chest with a single finger, sending him flying three zhang backward.

As Zhang Junbao flew backward through the air, he grabbed a wooden stick from a monk's hand with his right hand. He swayed as he stood still, put his hands together in prayer, and performed the "Pilgrimage to Buddha" gesture.

Then, swaying unsteadily, he unleashed a series of "madman's staff techniques" on the spot, the staff whistling and the air waves rolling, leaving everyone watching bewildered, and Yi Jifeng completely confused.

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"You fool, he's in a state of enlightenment and wants to use you to integrate all his knowledge. Fight him!" a voice shouted from behind the crowd.

Yi Jifeng's face lit up with joy, and he said, "Second Uncle!"

The figure continued cursing, "He's currently trapped in a martial arts impasse. If he can't break through, he'll definitely go mad. Hit him hard, wake him up."

Before Yi Jifeng could speak, Zhang Junbao swung his long staff, executing a move called "Asking for Directions in the West," with the tip of the staff pointing directly at Yi Jifeng's face.

Yi Jifeng reached out and a sword fell into his hand. Then the sword transformed into a gentle breeze, formless and intangible, and pierced Zhang Junbao's wrist from among the shadows of the staff.

With his staff in hand, Zhang Junbao moved like a madman, his moves seemingly chaotic and without any rhyme or reason, yet each strike was coherent and orderly, each move unexpected and always followed by a series of counterattacks.

Yi Jifeng's longsword transformed into a gentle breeze, drifting erratically amidst the shadows of the staff, yet each strike aimed precisely at the staff's vital point, containing the poisonous dragon within a small space.

After finishing a set of staff techniques, Zhang Junbao tossed the long staff in his hand, snatched a long knife from the side, and with a flourish of the knife, unleashed a set of Bodhi Knife Techniques. The moves were ruthless, and the knife was like a demon, unleashing a scene of hellish bloodshed.

The move "Buddha Saves Asura" was extremely ruthless, slashing towards Yi Jifeng's chest like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

Yi Jifeng's moves remained unchanged, but his sword intent was completely different. His longsword was like a divine dragon fighting against the wind and snow.

With a swing of the longsword, a chill ran through everyone's hearts. It was as if they had arrived in the Kunlun Mountains, amidst a blizzard, witnessing a divine dragon battling a ferocious beast, each strike deadly and each sword piercing the soul.

Both fighters were incredibly fast, their unrestrained sword energy and domineering saber energy dominating the entire arena. A fallen leaf was caught in the fray from nowhere and torn to shreds the moment it entered the arena.

The others were stunned by what they saw, not daring to miss a single detail.

Zhang Junbao swung his longsword, its domineering blade energy flickering and shifting, unpredictable and relentless, gripping the longsword like a dragon. Yi Jifeng, however, used his longsword to guide the attack, breaking down the blade's energy into smaller, layered blocks, like a dragon reaching out with its claws, locking the longsword in place first.

In his half-awake state, Zhang Junbao sensed that the longsword's momentum had waned. He immediately released the sword, gathered strength in his waist with his left hand, and slapped his right hand. With a powerful and domineering dragon's roar, three long dragon phantoms rushed towards Yi Jifeng, which was the "Regretful Dragon Soaring High".

Zhang Junbao struck out with a palm, the force of which was continuous. Then, with the move "Autumn Wind Sends Three Times," he flashed to Yi Jifeng's left side and struck out with the same palm, "The Dragon Regrets," the palm force surging endlessly.

The next moment, his figure flashed again, and instantly twelve dragon shadows roared and attacked Yi Jifeng from all sides.

When Zhang Junbao struck out with his first palm, Yi Jifeng felt the fierce and domineering aura of "I have no regrets," and his expression changed.

As the twelve dragon roars resounded, Yi Jifeng and those around him felt a "buzz" in their ears and instantly lost their hearing. Yi Jifeng was surrounded by twelve long dragons. He waved his hands, and seven long sword qi weapons appeared around him.

The next moment, seven different sword intents appeared around him, with light and heavy, slow and fast, hard and soft, sharp, holy and bloodthirsty, etc., blocking the twelve palm strikes.

Zhang Junbao moved at will, his body shifting from four to eight, and with each palm strike he unleashed, the force surged forth relentlessly towards Yi Jifeng.

Remembering his elder brother's words, Yi Jifeng gathered his thoughts and clasped his hands in front of him.

“I lost my father at a young age. My grandfather was determined to revitalize the Famous Sword Manor. However, my elder brother was so intelligent that I didn’t need to work too hard, nor did my grandfather need to worry about me.”

"So my grandfather's requirement for me was to be a virtuous person, humble and polite."

“My elder brother is exceptionally talented. He can learn any martial art quickly and master it in no time. Most of my martial arts skills were taught by him, but he doesn’t want me to follow his path. He says that everyone should have their own ideas.”

"My second uncle was unconventional and devoted his life to love, never wavering in his original intentions."

"I never understood what I wanted. Now I do! I want Mingjian Villa to continue to dominate the world, and I want to live up to my lofty ambitions and continue to write the legend of the martial arts world."

Others didn't know what Yi Jifeng was talking about, but Yi Tianxing, who was watching from a distance, changed his expression. This was enlightenment!

"Therefore, I cannot see through fame and fortune. I have a sword, named 'Sword'! With a sword in hand, the world will follow. 'Sword' is a sword."

As they spoke, the seven weapons hummed and instantly shifted their positions, revealing a longsword three feet and four inches long, shaped like a dragon, with blood grooves on both sides of its blade.

With a single strike, Yi Jifeng gripped his hands, and the other seven qi weapons flew into the swords. As he swung his hands down, the overwhelming sword intent locked onto Zhang Junbao, and the sword energy blasted outwards.

The sword energy swept through like a hurricane, instantly turning the area within a three-zhang radius into a hellish landscape. Zhang Junbao's palm force scattered in an instant, and the sword energy pierced Zhang Junbao's left chest.

Zhang Junbao groaned, his eyes glazed over, and he was about to fall when a beautiful figure flashed past with nine afterimages. Her right hand grabbed Zhang Junbao, while her left hand glowed with jade-like color. As she swung her hand, it collided with the sword energy, producing a clanging sound.

With a muffled groan, Qianying dispersed the sword energy. Her figure tumbled and rolled with the agility of a fox. Grabbing Zhang Junbao, she didn't stop and instantly leaped over the wall, disappearing into the temple's corridors.

Chapter 235 Healing

Just as Zhang Junbao was being taken away, Yi Jifeng's weapon vanished into tiny sparks with a 'bang,' as this sword strike had already exhausted his mental energy.

Yi Tianxing moved swiftly from behind the crowd and was already in front of him. He picked up Yi Tianxing with his right hand and said to Abbot Liaohui, who was not far ahead, "Master, let's leave it at that for today. We'll meet again another day."

"Speak," he said, without waiting for anyone else to answer, as he picked up Yi Jifeng and soared into the air.

Just as Bingxin was about to jump up and down in the crowd, Qin Sirong grabbed her and her servant, leaped over the wall, and followed them. Several sword servants also followed closely behind.

Seeing the two main figures leave one after the other, the martial arts forces and Shaolin Temple present looked at each other in bewilderment. After some discussion, the martial arts community of Jiangnan put forward Qingmeizi of Wanbingfang as their representative.

Qingmeizi said, "Abbot, now that Zhang Junbao has appeared at Shaolin, Shaolin must give an explanation regarding General Yue's relics!"

Abbot Liaohui now knew he was in a bind. Since Zhang Junbao had appeared at Shaolin, the previous rumors were no longer just rumors. Moreover, he had a guess in his mind that this matter was probably related to Chengkong.

But at this moment, Cheng Kong had disappeared, and Zhang Junbao had been rescued. If they couldn't explain it clearly, the news that Shaolin had embezzled Yue Fei's belongings would spread throughout the martial arts world.

Just as he was at his wit's end, a monk from the front courtyard rushed over and whispered a few words in his ear. Liao Hui's expression changed, and he said angrily...

"Regarding General Yue's relics, we still need to ask Zhang Junbao. At that time, it will be able to prove that they have nothing to do with Shaolin."

"Now there is another matter. Someone has broken into the Pixiang Hall of Shaolin Temple, injured the monks, and stolen a golden statue of a sleeping Arhat. How should we resolve this?"

Faced with Abbot Hui's questioning, the martial arts heroes present couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances. Some felt that it was Shaolin's own lax supervision, and what did it have to do with them? Others felt that Shaolin was trying to change the subject and avoid discussing the relics!

In short, because of this matter, the scene was in complete chaos again, with everyone holding their own opinions and arguing fiercely. In the end, it was decided that General Yue's relics would be dealt with after Zhang Junbao was found, while the lost golden statue relics of Shaolin Temple would be recovered by Shaolin itself. The meeting ended on bad terms.

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At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, there is an inn.

Bingxin released Yi Jifeng's wrist and said, "Brother Yi, don't worry. He just exhausted his mind in his haste and fell into a coma for a while. I'll prescribe some medicine to calm his mind and he'll be fine soon."

As she spoke, she asked the waiter for paper and pen, wrote out a prescription, and instructed a maid to fetch the medicine.

Yi Tianxing flicked his sleeves and asked, puzzled...

"I don't know what that old man Yi Yun was thinking, pushing him so hard. What's so good about Mingjian Manor, a dilapidated manor?"

"But this kid is indeed amazing. He has actually been able to comprehend his own sword heart. From now on, I'm afraid there are no more than a handful of people in the world who can defeat him."

Qin Sirong ignored his nagging and recalled the beautiful figure that took Zhang Junbao away. The more she thought about it, the more familiar it seemed, but she also felt that it was impossible.

"No, it can't be her. How could someone with no connections suddenly become so powerful?" Qin Sirong muttered to herself.

Upon hearing her words, Yi Tianxing turned around, sat down in a chair nearby, leaned forward, and asked, "Miss Qin, who are you talking about? Tell me and I'll help you analyze it!"

Just as Yi Tianxing was about to lean against Qin Sirong's face, Bing Leng snorted coldly and sat down on the coffee table between the two of them.

"Boring!" Qin Sirong leaned back, rolled her eyes, then picked up her sword, turned, and went out. Yi Tianxing wanted to chase after her, but Bingxin had already grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving.

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Just as Yi Tianxing was marveling at the situation yet feeling helpless, inside a cave somewhere in Shaoshi Mountain...

A figure flashed by and gently placed the person in his arms on a pile of straw in the cave. It was Ming Daohong, who had rescued Zhang Junbao.

She had indeed arrived at Shaoshi Mountain long ago, but the Shaolin Temple did not allow women to enter, so she could only find a cave nearby to take shelter. Later, she missed the time when the heroes paid homage to the mountain because she was in seclusion.

When she finished her seclusion, she rushed to Shaolin Temple and just happened to see Zhang Junbao seriously injured. In her haste, she had no choice but to take a sword from Yi Jifeng and escape from Shaolin with Zhang Junbao.

At this moment, the sword energy within her body surged, indicating that she had already suffered considerable internal injuries. However, she disregarded these injuries and hurriedly examined Zhang Junbao. Apart from the sword piercing through his left chest, he had no other injuries.

However, this sword strike, with its lingering sword intent and the sword energy piercing her chest, made her injury difficult to heal. Besides divination and the martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual, she knew nothing else.

Faced with this injury, she lost her composure. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the unconscious Zhang Junbao and realized that apart from stopping the bleeding, she had no way to treat his internal injuries.

"No, think, there must be another way... there must be another way... What should I do? What should I do? That's it! The Nine Yin Manual!" Ming Daohong muttered to himself.

She carefully recalled the original text of the Nine Yin Manual that she had memorized, and quickly found the section on healing. Immediately, she disregarded everything else and carefully recalled Yi Yuchen's teachings.

After confirming that he had mastered the content of the healing chapter, he helped Zhang Junbao up, and the two sat cross-legged facing each other to begin healing together.

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In the battle at Shaolin, both Yi Jifeng and Zhang Junbao were seriously injured. Yi Jifeng suffered mental damage and was rescued by Yi Tianxing and his group; Zhang Junbao was rescued by Ming Daohong.

The gathering of heroes to visit Shaolin Temple has attracted the attention of the martial arts forces in Jiangnan. Lightning and Thunder, disciples of the Carefree King, have already arrived in Jiangnan.

The Carefree King has arrived at Mount Taihe in search of the Holy Monk; his next stop is the Famous Sword Manor.

Inside the Famous Sword Manor, Yi Yuchen silently put away the book in his hand after seeing the system's narration. Just as he was about to ask A Niu to find Yi Liang, he heard his footsteps approaching hurriedly.

Yi Yuchen reached out and inhaled, and the two wooden doors opened by themselves without any wind. He looked at Yi Liang outside the door and asked, "What happened?"

Yi Liang steadied himself before saying, "I just received news that the Emperor has issued an edict to bury General Yue at Qixia Ridge in West Lake, posthumously granting him the title of Wu Mu and the title of Marquis Zhongwu."

Yi Yuchen was slightly taken aback. Realizing that the Prince of Xiaoyao had already quietly arrived in Jiangnan, he understood that a major upheaval was likely about to occur in Lin'an. Zhao Gou's actions were probably forcing Qin Hui and his associates to take desperate measures.

"Good, what a righteous move! Qin Hui is finished! Any other news?" Yi Yuchen clapped his hands and said.

Yi Liang said, "General Yue's eldest son, Yue Yun, succeeded as the Marquis of Zhongwu, and the title has remained unchanged for three generations. His eldest daughter, Yue Yinping, was granted the title of Lady of Zhaowu County. Other units of the Yue Family Army also received their own rewards."

Yi Yuchen said knowingly, "It seems that after having an heir, Zhao Gou is no longer satisfied with being a figure like the last emperor of the Southern Chen Dynasty. He wants to launch a northern expedition! However... it's happening much faster than I expected."

Chapter 236 The Carefree King Makes His Appearance

Three days later, at night.

The night was deep, and under the howling wind, the lanterns hanging at the entrance of Mingjian Manor swayed back and forth. The wind swirled up fallen leaves, making them spin from time to time, creating a particularly desolate scene.

For some reason, the moonlight tonight seemed particularly somber, and the silvery moonlight falling on the deserted streets added to the cold and lonely atmosphere.

In the misty fog of the Jiangnan water towns, a sedan chair carried by eight men moved silently through the desolate streets, heading towards the Famous Sword Manor.

The eight palanquin bearers were dressed in silver-white trench coats, their faces obscured by their clothes and hats. The eight men moved silently, like ghosts, each step covering two meters, landing as lightly as if they were nothing, clearly demonstrating their extraordinary martial arts skills.

Inside the dark red sedan chair, through the gauze curtains, a tall, slender figure could be seen sitting motionless.

The howling night wind occasionally lifted the gauze curtain, revealing an old, dignified, and cold face. The closed eyes concealed the owner's emotions, and the long, white hair fluttered in the wind, the ends of which appeared unusually cold in the night.

A man and a woman walked alongside the sedan chair on either side.

The man was dressed as a lama from the Western Regions, holding a black iron wheel in his hand, its sharp gears reflecting a silvery-white killing intent under the moonlight; the woman was dressed as a martial arts practitioner from the Central Plains, holding a long sword in her hand, her phoenix eyes sweeping across the world as if she regarded all things as ants.

The two remained silent, their footsteps mirroring the breathing of the person inside the sedan chair, clearly indicating a close and intimate relationship.

A dozen or so breaths later, the sedan chair arrived outside the gate of the Famous Sword Manor. The person inside the sedan chair stretched out his right hand to lift the gauze curtain, opened his eyes, and revealed a pair of cold and ruthless eyes.

Without him making any move, he floated out of the sedan chair and stood in front of the Famous Sword Manor. He waved his hand, and the eight sedan chair bearers turned around and disappeared into the morning mist again, leaving only the man and woman following behind.

"Yi Yun! An old friend has come to visit, aren't you happy to see him?" the visitor whispered to the empty door.

The voice was deep yet continuous, echoing through the gate and into the Famous Sword Manor.

Without a sound, the gates of the Famous Sword Manor opened quietly. The newcomer let out a cold laugh that was hard to understand, and then, like a night breeze, he blew into the manor. Two people followed closely behind him.

After the two went inside, the door closed silently again, and no one knew that someone had been there.

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The visitor entered the gate, closed his eyes for a moment, and seemed to have already confirmed the direction. He walked around the corridors and pavilions of Mingjian Manor and arrived at an octagonal pavilion on the back mountain of Mingjian Manor.

Under the dim lantern light, Yi Yuchen sat on a stone bench in the corner pavilion, looking at the chess game on the stone table. Yi Yun sat in a wheelchair, holding a chess piece, his brows furrowed, hesitant.

Upon closer inspection, the black and white pieces on the chessboard are densely packed, resembling sword strikes, while a large dragon is almost cut in half, its sword strikes frozen, leaving the second player with no chance of winning.

At this moment, Yi Yun suddenly sensed something, threw the chess piece in his hand into the chess box, and looked towards the moon gate, where a figure was faintly visible in the shadows.

"You carefree king, after all these years, you are still just as arrogant, conceited, and shameless as ever!" Yi Yun mocked without any politeness.

"Heh... Yi Yun, you're still as foolish as ever." The newcomer stepped out of the shadows and retorted without any politeness, "In martial arts competitions, only victory and defeat matter. Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. We must fight for the right time, the right place, and the right people!"

The Carefree King looked at Yi Yun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and sneered, "You are just as foolish as that Holy Monk. If you could learn the Yi Jin Jing, you might be able to recover from your injuries. Unfortunately, you have no chance!"

"Oh?" Yi Yun raised an eyebrow and said, "You killed the old monk!"

The Carefree King stood three zhang away from him and nodded...

“Before coming to see you, I went to see him. Unfortunately, he was injured by my ‘Thunderbolt Hand’, his meridians were severed, and his injury has not yet recovered. He only fought me for fifty rounds before he went to the Western Paradise.”

"You martial arts world of the Central Plains are so protective of your own possessions. That's fine, only in this way can I defeat them one by one, integrate the strengths of all schools, and reach a higher level!"

Yi Yun patted the wheelchair and said, "Are you so sure that you won't be the one dying today? Don't forget, I still have a grandson."