Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

He casually said, "I'm not feeling well, so that's all for today. You can handle the rest."

After saying this, without waiting for a reply from his confidants, he staggered across the threshold, like a walking corpse, and headed out of the palace walls towards the Prime Minister's residence.

Qin Hui's behavior along the way was naturally observed by others...

"Bah! The emperor has an heir, let's see how long this old dog can keep up his arrogance!"

"Zixu, watch your words!!!"

"What's there to be afraid of? How long can he still hold absolute power in the Council of State?"

"Alas! As long as the Emperor doesn't issue an edict, he still calls the shots in the Council of State Affairs."

"Don't rush, wait for the signal! If the pro-war faction re-enters the Council of State, that will be the Emperor's signal."

"I still need to remind Your Majesty to be careful. Zhao Yuan has been dreaming of becoming the Crown Prince for so long, and now he may resort to desperate measures."

"He dares..."

"It concerns the throne. What was once thought to be a sure thing has now been turned upside down. He may not be willing to accept it!"

"Shall we go and discuss this with the gentlemen later?"

"Let's go together..."

"Let's go together..."

"That day shouldn't be too far off, the Northern Expedition!!!"

"The Northern Expedition..."

"The Northern Expedition..."

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At Qin Hui's residence.

Since Qin Hui returned to the mansion and locked himself in his study, everyone in the mansion has been in a state of panic.

The news that the Emperor had an heir spread throughout Lin'an City and beyond in just half a day, so how could Qin Hui's household not know?

Hearing the occasional sound of porcelain shattering coming from the study, everyone subconsciously slowed down, trying not to make a sound and avoiding the eye of the storm.

The head steward of the Qin family hesitated for a long time at the door of the study, but when he thought that the message he had received was too important, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

"What is it?" The door opened, and Qin Hui roared furiously, as if he were about to devour someone at any moment.

The head steward instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his forehead covered in beads of sweat that he couldn't hide. He held up the secret letter in his hand and said, "It just came from the Hall of State Affairs. It says it's extremely urgent. Please take a look, Your Excellency."

Qin Hui snorted coldly, took the secret letter, and slammed the study door shut. The head steward then wiped away his cold sweat and ran off in a flash.

Qin Hui opened the secret letter, his previously tyrannical eyes instantly turning bloodshot. He swept away the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk, and then kicked the desk over while panting.

"Why? Why? How is this possible? How is this possible?" Qin Hui's face was still full of disbelief.

Just now, the Imperial Horse Administration and the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs, two of the twenty-four departments of the Imperial City Guard, simultaneously executed all the chief officials of the six palace administrations. These people had all curried favor with Qin Hui and Zhao Yuan.

There were also the Imperial Guards responsible for guarding the palace gates. Three of them were transferred, and two were completely withdrawn from the palace walls. This... this interrupted the tentacles that all the ministers, nobles, and Zhao Yuan and others were reaching into the palace.

Qin Hui collapsed to the ground, his crazed eyes filled with madness...

"Your Majesty, you are truly formidable! Your lightning strikes are swift and decisive; once you move, you strike my Achilles' heel."

"But I am not reconciled. It was you who wanted to stop the Northern Expedition, it was you who wanted me to purge the court, and it was you who wanted Yue Fei to die."

"I did what you wanted to do, and now you want to kick me while I'm at it? I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

"Since you want me dead, then let's see who comes out on top! Zhao Yuan, right, Zhao Yuan, would he willingly hand over the throne that's already in his grasp? Hahahaha..."

Qin Hui calmed himself down. Complaining and blaming others was useless now. Once the prince was born, the political climate in the court would inevitably change completely. He could not sit idly by and wait for his doom.

He sat up, paced back and forth for a moment, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Once he made up his mind, Qin Hui no longer hesitated.

He rearranged his desk, found his writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, quickly wrote a letter, sealed it with ink, clapped his hands, and a black-clad, masked figure appeared in the study.

"It's extremely urgent. Give this to Wanyan Chang and ask him to invite the Prince of Xiaoyao to come south on my behalf," Qin Hui instructed, handing him the letter.

The figure took the letter without saying a word and disappeared from the study the next moment, as if it had never been there.

After Qin Hui walked out of the study, he resumed his image as a refined gentleman.

He instructed his steward, "His Majesty has ordered Zhao Yuan to move outside the palace. I am worried that he may have some concerns. Please invite him to my residence for a chat."

After giving his instructions, Qin Hui did not linger. Instead, he returned to the Hall of State Affairs to begin handling state affairs.

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Inside the palace.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Qin has returned to the Hall of State Affairs to govern." The old eunuch appeared silently beside the imperial desk.

Zhao Gou paused, then nodded and said calmly, "Keep an eye on him. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, I don't mind giving him a way out."

The old eunuch thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid Prime Minister Qin might not be willing to surrender easily! He still has Wanyan Chang to rely on. We must also be wary of Zhao Yuan."

Zhao Gou smiled dismissively and said...

"Whether it's thunder or rain, it's all the Emperor's grace! If he's sensible, that's good. As his subject, I don't wish to drive him to the brink of extinction!"

"As for Zhao Yuan, I have never promised him anything. If he knows what's good for him, he can just be a carefree prince. If not... then don't blame me for being ruthless. It's just that he thought about things he shouldn't have."

"By the way, you mentioned before, that martial arts master from the Western Regions, that hermit, what was his name again?"

“The Carefree Prince,” the old eunuch said.

Zhao Gou smiled and said, "Draft an edict for me. Mingjian Manor has rendered meritorious service in protecting the country and deserves to be rewarded. Yi Yun is hereby granted the title of Marquis of Wuyang."

The old eunuch bowed and agreed, and seeing that he had no further instructions, he withdrew.

Chapter 225 Yi Tianxing and Zhang Junbao's Progress

[Zhao Gou had an heir, which was extremely disadvantageous to Qin Hui. As the political winds shifted, Qin Hui, unwilling to surrender, decided to take a desperate gamble.]

Qin Hui once again collaborated with the Jurchens, inviting Prince Xiaoyao to travel south with the intention of causing the unborn children of his concubines to die in the womb.

Zhao Gou believed that those in the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world) should remain in the Jianghu, and those in the imperial court should remain in the imperial court. Therefore, he issued an edict to confer upon Yi Yun the title of Marquis of Wuyang.

Zhao Gou believes you and he have a tacit understanding; when Mingjian Manor receives the imperial decree, you should eliminate the Carefree Prince for him.

Inside the Famous Sword Manor, Yi Yuchen was slightly taken aback when he saw the system's narration, but then he understood. It seemed that the news of Zhao Gou having an heir had spread throughout Lin'an City.

Yi Liang, who was reporting to him, noticed that Yi Yuchen was distracted and stopped talking. Yi Yuchen waved his hand and said...

"You can make your own decisions about these unimportant things. You don't need to tell me everything."

"Also, make preparations to receive the imperial edict!"

Yi Liang was taken aback, not understanding why the topic of imperial edicts had suddenly come up, and whose edict it was. However, Yi Yuchen didn't explain, nor did he ask any further questions; he simply went to make preparations.

Soon, Mingjian Manor was bustling with activity, preparing to receive the imperial decree. There was a lot to prepare, and just repairing the houses and arranging the flowers and plants required a great deal of effort.

While the Famous Sword Manor was busy making preparations, Qin Hui's men had already crossed the Yellow River, and a martial arts conflict was about to begin.

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Shaolin Temple, Sutra Repository.

At this moment, Zhang Junbao, dressed as a monk, sat listlessly by the escalator on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion, staring blankly at the bald monk downstairs.

Ever since he had confused the monk with his tongue twister last time, he thought he could finally be free. But he never expected that he would be caught up by the monk before he had gone very far.

As a result, the monk went mad and insisted on teaching him to talk to animals, but Zhang Junbao was helpless; it was just a natural talent!

As a result, when the monk persisted, Zhang Junbao decided to use his fists. He swore that he just wanted to scare the monk away so that he would stop bothering him.

But to my surprise, the monk was just pretending to be crazy. He used the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm technique to not only leave me helpless, but also knock me unconscious!

When he woke up again, he was back in the meditation room he had been in before.

After that, Zhang Junbao tried several more times, but each time the monk blocked his way and beat him so badly that he felt like he was dying.

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

Left with no other choice, Zhang Junbao had to swear not to leave this place, which prevented him from rotting away in the dry well.

In the following days, after Zhang Junbao explored the area himself, he learned that he had come to Shaolin Temple, and that the monk downstairs was actually the sutra-guarding monk of the Sutra Repository: Monk Chengkong.

Zhang Junbao rolled over and lay down in the second-floor corridor, with an open copy of "Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm" beside him, which he had already read several times.

This extraordinary skill, which was beyond the reach of even Shaolin monks, was learned by an outsider like himself, and the monk didn't care at all.

Zhang Junbao grabbed the manual and tossed it aside, sending it hurtling downstairs.

Hearing the sound of the wind, Monk Chengkong's ears twitched. He took a step, leaped into the air, grabbed the manual with his five fingers, and jumped to the second floor.

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

"Martial arts? What martial arts? This humble monk knows no martial arts, Amitabha!" Monk Chengkong said with a blank expression, indicating that he did not know martial arts.

Zhang Junbao mimicked his gesture, making a grabbing motion, and looked at him, saying, "Hey! You still say you don't know martial arts? Then how did you grab this manual, and how did you jump up here?"

Monk Chengkong touched his bald head, puzzled, and said, "This is martial arts? How come I don't know about it? Don't change the subject. When are you going to teach me how to talk to a donkey?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the manual in his right hand, a hint of heartache in his eyes, and said bluntly that it was just an ordinary scripture.

While grumbling about Zhang Junbao's lack of care for the scriptures, Monk Chengkong smoothed out the creases in the manual and put it back in its original place.

Seeing that he could even slip while walking, completely lacking the expert demeanor he had just displayed, Zhang Junbao was helpless.

"Wow! Are you really crazy or just pretending? Why is your martial arts skill sometimes there and sometimes not?" Zhang Junbao said helplessly.

Monk Chengkong snorted and ignored him.

Zhang Junbao's heart stirred. He remembered that he had found the Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm from thousands of scriptures by following this monk last time. So he sprang up and followed him.

Monk Chengkong wandered among the bookshelves, finally finding a place to stuff the manual inside. After he left, Zhang Junbao immediately went over and examined it carefully.

Then he reached into a pile of books and pulled out a tattered booklet, the cover of which clearly read "Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand".

"No way! You think you can find it by following me? I wouldn't believe you even if you said you were crazy!" Zhang Junbao muttered.

He then sat down on the ground and began to read the Dragon Claw Hand.

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In the back mountain valley of Mingjian Manor, Yi Yuchen stood on the cliff top watching Yi Jifeng practicing swordsmanship in the wind and snow, and couldn't help but nod.

Yi Jifeng was already quite talented, and with his own special abilities, he managed to incorporate the essence of the Free and Unfettered Wanderer into his original Flying Dragon Nine Forms and Emei Qingfeng Sword Technique.

"In the Northern Sea there is a fish, its name is Kun. It lies hidden in the abyss, then leaps out and transforms into Peng, spreading its wings to cover the clouds in the sky!" Yi Yuchen nodded in admiration.

After Yi Jifeng finished practicing the sword techniques, Yi Yuchen waved his hand, and a surge of true energy, like a dragon drawing water, gathered the snow and ice in his palm, forming an ice ball that shimmered like a pearl in the sunlight.

"Big Brother!" Yi Jifeng sheathed his sword and looked at Yi Yuchen standing to the side.

Yi Yuchen nodded and said...

"Now you can go to the secret chamber to observe the Deadly Sword and the Azure Nether Sword and comprehend their essence! Your progress is faster than I expected."

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

Yi Jifeng nodded, wondering why his elder brother was bringing this up.

Yi Yuchen gestured for him to follow, saying...

"The final move of the Eight Styles of Famous Swords is called Glazed Glass. What is Glazed Glass? It is clear inside and out, untouched by dust, and brings light to the mind and body."

"This move has transcended the other seven swords, transcending form and focusing on cultivating the mind! If one cannot be free of distractions and achieve inner and outer clarity, one cannot merge with the sword intent."

"So even Second Uncle didn't comprehend this sword technique?" Yi Jifeng suddenly realized, recalling Yi Tianxing's martial arts skills.

Yi Yuchen nodded and said...

"Without sufficient life experience and mental cultivation, one may never be able to comprehend this sword technique in their entire life."

"Therefore, people like Yi Tianxing have chosen to forge their own paths."

"Yi Tianxing was unrestrained and disregarded all etiquette and law throughout his life. He was a wandering swordsman, but he also described himself as being crazy for love."

"Therefore, his eighth sword is called 'Obsession,' meaning unwavering devotion and deep affection!"

Chapter 226 Yi Tianxing's Helplessness

Yi Jifeng suddenly realized: