Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

Shaking his head, Su Yuchen didn't want to rashly approach his neighbor since he wasn't familiar with the place, so he immediately turned around and went back to his courtyard. Eating was the priority.

So, without any clues, Su Yuchen didn't go anywhere that afternoon. Instead, he tidied up the cabin, taking out the towels and blankets to wash and dry.

After finishing all that, he picked and chose from the firewood pile and used the nails he found to make a rough recliner. Then, he lay half-reclined in the yard to bask in the sun.

I forgot to mention that although it was summer or autumn, the mountain air was chilly and the temperature was not high. Instead, it was rather damp and cold, which meant there was either a pool or a waterfall or a river nearby.

After finishing everything and lying in the courtyard, Su Yuchen realized that even the original owner of this body probably didn't understand the special features of this internal skill and only used it as an ordinary internal skill. So there was no need for him to rush.

Moreover, as a pig farmer, he probably never showed his martial arts skills in public, given his status.

Just as Su Yuchen was getting drowsy from the sun, his ears twitched and he couldn't help but smile as two footsteps quietly approached.

However, he felt a pang of distress. The original owner of this body knew these two people, but he himself did not! After a moment of distress, Su Yuchen decided to pretend to be asleep to avoid embarrassment.

Chapter 239 I am the protagonist

While Su Yuchen was dozing with his eyes closed, two heads peeked out from outside the courtyard wall. It was a man and a woman, an old man and a young girl.

When the two of them saw the scene in the courtyard: the clean and drying towels and blankets, the neat and tidy wooden shed, and the orderly courtyard, they were stunned and showed a hint of disbelief!

The old man instinctively ducked behind the courtyard wall, pulling the little girl down with him. He shook his head from side to side, muttering uncertainly, "This shouldn't be! Am I still not fully awake? No, I have to check again!"

As he spoke, the old man peeked out again to make sure he wasn't mistaken before squatting down beside him and saying, "Wan'er, do you think my eyes are getting blurry? Is that boy in the yard really Feiyang?"

The little girl named Wan'er also looked blank, but quickly smiled and said, "Senior Uncle, it must be Fei Yang! I kept telling him to take good care of himself, and look, he's doing just fine!"

The old man, addressed as the "Master Uncle," spat and said, "Bullshit! His house is so cramped, even a dog would avoid it, except for you! When have you ever seen him clean it?"

The little girl named Wan'er argued...

“Feiyang lives here all by himself, and he has to cut grass, chop firewood, and raise pigs. There are no servants to help him clean up, and he's a man. It's not unusual that he didn't know how to tidy up before!”

"Besides, Senior Uncle, your courtyard doesn't seem to be much better! Wasn't it my gang that cleaned it up?"

The old man, rendered speechless by the retort, retorted, "What difference does it make whether I, an old man, am disciplined or not! The key question is, has this kid suddenly become enlightened? Does he want to marry you?"

"Oh dear! What nonsense are you talking about, Master Uncle!" the little girl said, blushing.

The old man chuckled and said, "What's wrong with that? Men should marry when they're of age and women should marry when they're of age! You two are childhood sweethearts. If you're willing, your uncle will go talk to your father right away."

Wan'er sighed and said, "My father won't agree. Oh! If only the sect leader could accept Fei Yang as his disciple!"

The old man snorted and said, "I've watched Feiyang grow up since he was a child. Your father is a snob. Do you think I don't know what he's thinking? I just can't be bothered with him."

An old man and a young girl squatted down outside the courtyard wall, whispering among themselves. Su Yuchen, who was inside the courtyard, overheard everything and couldn't help but think, "So, the previous name was Feiyang, and that little girl was Wan'er. Why does that sound so familiar!"

Before they could think about it, a series of "dong dong dong..." bell sounds suddenly came from the front mountain. The bell rang three times in a row, and then the little girl and the old man exclaimed in surprise.

The old man said, "Three tolls of the bell indicate an enemy has broken into the mountain. Who is it?"

Wan'er said, "Judging from the sound, it should be from Jiejian Rock. I'll go take a look first, Senior Uncle!" As she spoke, the little girl had already used her lightness skill to head towards the front of the mountain.

The old man behind him was so anxious he was jumping up and down, but he couldn't catch up at all. He finally managed to leap several feet into the air, but then he fell down in a flustered manner, crying out "Ouch! Ouch!" as he held his waist and chased after him.

Once everyone was far away, Su Yuchen had already stood up. With a swift movement, leaving a trail of afterimages, he was already standing at the courtyard gate. He had initially wanted to sneak up and take a look, but then he thought about his current identity...

"Forget it! I'm just a pig farmer. If I accidentally reveal my martial arts skills, I'm afraid I won't even be able to keep this place. Right now, it's more important to figure out my identity!" Su Yuchen shook his head and turned to go back into the house.

At this point, he had a vague idea of ​​his identity, but he wasn't quite sure. Soon, he took a wooden basin from the house and walked toward the well.

Having been busy cleaning up the mess left by his ex, Su Yuchen found the pigsty-like living space unbearable; after cleaning it up, he noticed there wasn't a mirror or anything in the house, so he subconsciously ignored his current appearance.

………………

After a while.

"Holy crap! Brother Jing!!! And the younger version of him!" Su Yuchen exclaimed, touching his chin as he looked at the face reflected in the basin of water.

Then a thought struck him, and he muttered to himself, "Jing-ge's appearance, his name is Fei Yang, he's a pig farmer, and he has a childhood sweetheart named Wan'er! I think I probably know where this is!"

The next moment, a barrage of information flooded into my mind like a waterfall...

[You've awakened! You've guessed your location—congratulations, you're right! Welcome to the world of Golden Silkworm Rain.]

[Your name in this life is Yun Feiyang, and you have a childhood sweetheart named Ren Wan'er. How about that? The protagonist's treatment!]

You have a scumbag father who married and had children in Yun Family Village. Later, in order to succeed as the leader of the Chongzhen Sect, he concealed your father-son relationship.

Now, he is the revered leader of the Chongzhen Sect—Master Qingsong, while you are a pig farmer from Chongzhen who came up the mountain as a child and whose memories are hazy.

Although Qingsong dared not acknowledge your identity, he still felt a deep affection for his child. Under a different identity, he imparted to you the secret technique of the Chongzhen Sect, the "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill."

The Chongzhen Sect's ancestral divine skill is not actually inherited, but rather originates from the Southern Frontier. Therefore, it differs greatly from other Xuanmen internal skills and is incompatible with them.

[Chongzhen Sect's senior brother, your grandmaster Bo Yanchongtian forcibly cultivated the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill, causing a conflict with his own internal energy. His internal energy is intermittent, and he has lost all his martial arts skills. To this day, no solution has been found.]

[Your scumbag father, Master Qingsong, although he didn't lose all his martial arts skills while cultivating the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art, it was incompatible with his own internal energy, causing his strength to progress slowly.]

Today, Dugu Wudi of the Invincible Sect, the lifelong enemy of the Chongzhen Sect, has sent his disciple Gongsun Hong to visit the mountain and challenge Qingsong to a duel at Jade Emperor Peak.

To investigate Qingsong's true strength, Gongsun Hong forcibly broke into the Jiejian Rock at the foot of Chongzhen Mountain. Although he was taught a lesson by Qingsong, he managed to discover some of Qingsong's true strength.

Tonight, the four guardians of the Free and Unfettered Valley Sect—Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning—who once aspired to dominate the martial arts world, will storm the forbidden area of ​​the Chongzhen Sect in an attempt to rescue Fu Tianwei.

Fu Tianwei, the former master of Xiaoyao Valley, attempted to steal the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill to dominate the martial arts world. His son infiltrated the Chongzhen Sect but was killed by Yan Chongtian. Fu Tianwei was also captured by Yan Chongtian, his meridians severed, his martial arts crippled, and he was imprisoned in the Chongzhen Sect's forbidden area.

The world of martial arts is rife with turmoil, new and old grudges arise, and the story begins here.

Looking at the system that finally arrived late, Su Yuchen couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't understand why this damn system always waited until he had made a decision before it would finally appear!

After reading the system's narration, Su Yuchen raised an eyebrow slightly. He had read this story when he was young and still remembered it; otherwise, he wouldn't have had any guesses.

"Since I've taken your identity, from now on, I will be Yun Feiyang, and I will live by your identity."

"The Celestial Silkworm Divine Skill, the Nine Transformations of the Celestial Silkworm? Does the silkworm spin its cocoon in order to transform into a butterfly? I wonder if it's what I'm guessing?"

Su Yuchen (Yun Feiyang) pondered.

Unfortunately, he had no memory of his previous experiences and didn't know any of the mental techniques or incantations that Qingsong had taught him, leaving him completely at a loss.

Qingsong is not confident of victory against Dugu Wudi, and he will visit Yan Chongtian this afternoon. You can take this opportunity to sneak into the secret chamber and steal the first half of the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill manual.

As Yun Feiyang read the system's narration, his lips twitched. This system was becoming more and more unserious.

Chapter 240 Conversation with Yan Chongtian

Yun Feiyang was not concerned about the mountain worship incident that occurred in the front mountain. Upon careful reflection, he realized that the Chongzhen Sect members were not exactly good people in the early stages.

Qingsong, the sect leader, had a guilty conscience. He knew perfectly well that the prerequisite for becoming the sect leader was that one could not get married, but he not only got married, but also seduced someone else's wife.

His junior brothers, Chisong and Cangsong, were not skilled in martial arts and were full of evil intentions. They only wanted to oust Qingsong and become the sect leader themselves.

Don't they even consider that none of them can defeat Dugu Wudi?

As the saying goes, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too," and their disciples were no better. It seems they deliberately used Yun Feiyang as a live target to practice throwing darts; moreover, their words revealed that they didn't consider a pig farmer as one of their own.

Throughout the entire series, it seems that only Qingsong's eldest disciple, Baishi, is decent. But I don't know how Qingsong taught him. He's like a perfect gentleman, too upright and pedantic, and completely unsuitable to be the future sect leader.

Yun Feiyang stroked his chin, thinking uncertainly...

"Could it be that Qingsong has something to hide, which is why he taught his disciple to be such a scoundrel? Does he have no idea how dangerous the martial world is?"

"Or is it that Qingsong himself isn't smart? He's only alive because of his good background and high martial arts skills?"

After thinking about it for a while, Yun Feiyang still couldn't figure it out, and he was too lazy to worry about it. As it stands, these things have nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, Yun Feiyang was more interested in the "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill". Unfortunately, he only knew the flow of the meridians, but he didn't know a word of the specific mental techniques and incantations, so he couldn't study it even if he wanted to.

Without the mental formula and instructions, one cannot analyze the characteristics of this internal skill. Having practiced it before, one has not discovered anything special, but rather found a whole host of shortcomings. It can be said that one is guarding a treasure mountain but has no way to access it.

As for stealing the secret manual? Yun Feiyang's lips twitched. Let's just say, he has no memory of anything. There's such a large complex of buildings on the front mountain, and he doesn't even know where the sect leader's secret chamber is!

Although this body possesses internal energy, it is nowhere near as strong as he was before. Although he has never seen what the masters of this world look like, they are definitely not strong enough to run rampant.

Even if one has countless martial arts skills as a foundation, if one goes to search for a secret room in broad daylight and faces a mountain full of Chongzhen Sect disciples, it is inevitable that one will give oneself away. That would truly be "a star map in a thermos flask - incredibly audacious".

"Damn system, so unreliable!" Yun Feiyang muttered under his breath.

Unable to think of a good solution for the moment, Yun Feiyang was somewhat helpless: "Do I have to wait for Qingsong to come down the mountain? Otherwise, I can't just lose my memory for no reason, can I? There's no way Qingsong would believe me."

………………

Just as Yun Feiyang was at his wit's end, his ears twitched and he heard a faint sound of footsteps approaching stealthily. After confirming that it was the same as the old man's pace, he continued to squat in front of the basin without making a sound.

The next moment, a pebble was thrown at him. Yun Feiyang resisted the urge to dodge, letting the pebble hit his head before shouting in panic, "Who? Who hit me?"

Turning around and looking at the empty courtyard, Yun Feiyang smiled slightly. While calling out, he crouched down near the courtyard wall.

Yan Chongtian, who had been hiding outside the courtyard wall, intending to scare Yun Feiyang when he heard that there was no sound coming from inside the courtyard, became very curious.

After waiting a while, there was still no sound. Yan Chongtian muttered to himself, "That shouldn't be the case. Why didn't that silly boy come out to check?"

Shaking his head, Yan Chongtian stood up and looked around for a moment. The courtyard was empty. "Huh? Where did that silly boy go?"

Just as he was wondering, Yun Feiyang suddenly stood up while crouching down and made a face at him!

"Ah..." Yan Chongtian was startled when he suddenly saw a human face. His first reaction as a martial artist was to slap it, which startled Yun Feiyang instead.

Unfortunately, Yan Chongtian had lost all his power at this moment. He didn't manage to slap Yun Feiyang, but instead slapped the courtyard wall. The sharp, uneven stones rebounded and made his right hand swollen and red.

With a loud "Ouch...", Yan Chongtian clutched his right hand, jumping up and down in pain.

Yun Feiyang dared not watch the spectacle any longer, and hurriedly opened the courtyard gate and rushed out: "Senior Uncle, are you alright! I was just joking, why did you hit me so hard!"

Yun Feiyang frantically held Yan Chongtian's right hand with concern, his fingertips seemingly unconsciously brushing over several acupoints to help him improve blood circulation and relieve the swelling.

After being fiddled with by him, Yan Chongtian pulled his right hand out, twisted his wrist, and found that it didn't hurt as much. Then he thought that the silly boy had done it unintentionally, so why should he bother with him?

"Impressive! You've got a trick up your sleeve!" Yan Chongtian exclaimed in admiration.

Yun Feiyang looked bewildered and said, "Huh? What did you say, Senior Uncle? Your hand doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

"Uh..." Realizing that the silly boy in front of him didn't know martial arts, Yan Chongtian didn't know how to explain for a moment. He paused, then turned the tables and said, "Why are you dodging? Let me slap you and I won't get hurt."

Yun Feiyang shrank back and said, "Master Uncle, your martial arts are sometimes there and sometimes not. I dare not let you fight me. If your martial arts suddenly recover, I'll make you vomit blood."

Yan Chongtian snorted and said, "If my martial arts are restored, what's the big deal about spitting blood? I'll give you a massage and you'll be jumping around again."

"Yes, yes, yes, Grandmaster Uncle, your martial arts are superb, you're the best!" Yun Feiyang complimented as he pushed the old man into the courtyard.

Yan Chongtian nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head and said, "Hey! That's not right! Why aren't you bothering me to teach you martial arts today?"

Yun Feiyang snorted, jumped over him and walked into the courtyard. He picked up a piece of firewood and beat the blankets drying in the sun, saying, "Then I beg you, Senior Uncle, will you teach me martial arts?"

"That's impossible!" Yan Chongtian shook his head.

Yun Feiyang turned his head, looked at him, shrugged, made a helpless expression, and then continued to pat the blanket.

Yan Chongtian became anxious instead. He lowered his head, went around to the other side of the blanket, and faced him. He said, "I'm telling you, kid, don't be in such a hurry. I'll go talk to Qingsong again and see when he'll accept you as his disciple."

Normally, at this time, Yun Feiyang would probably have happily helped him sit down and given him a shoulder and back massage. But now! Yun Feiyang shrugged and said, "Forget it, Senior Uncle!"

"Hey! You kid... you can't give up!" Yan Chongtian glared at him.

Yun Feiyang smiled and shook his head, saying, "These are all unfounded rumors. I'm not in a hurry now. It would be best if I could become an apprentice, but I'm not worried if the sect leader doesn't accept me. I'll just consider myself indifferent."

With that, he threw down the stick, rolled up the blanket, tucked it into his arms, and carried it into the house. Leaving Yan Chongtian shaking his head in the courtyard.

Seeing that Yun Feiyang had already entered the wooden house, Yan Chongtian hurriedly followed him in, saying, "I say, silly boy, this isn't like you!"

Chapter 241 Green Pine Tree Comes to the Door

Upon entering, Yan Chongtian marveled at the newly renovated and spotlessly clean wooden house. He then turned to Yun Feiyang, who was making the bed, and said, "What's wrong with you today? This isn't like you at all!"

Yun Feiyang continued moving, asking in return, "Why doesn't it look like me?"

Yan Chongtian sat down in front of the stove, poured a bowl of water, thought for a moment, and said, "Haven't you always wanted to be a great hero and uphold justice?"

Yun Feiyang said, "Then I think I can learn martial arts?"

He sat opposite Yan Chongtian, shook his head and said, "I've just come to terms with it, I've figured it out!"

Seeing his indifferent and unambitious appearance, Yan Chongtian felt uneasy. After all, it had always been just the two of them on the back mountain, and he genuinely liked this silly boy. He couldn't help but say, "If all else fails, I'll secretly teach you martial arts!"

Before Yun Feiyang could speak, he continued cursing, "I just don't understand what Qingsong, that blockhead, was thinking. Is it so hard to take you as a disciple? You're not bad at all! He won't even give me this much face."

Yun Feiyang picked up a piece of firewood and poked at the smoldering fire in the stove, saying nonchalantly, "Perhaps the sect leader has his own difficulties."

"Hey! You brat..." Yan Chongtian said angrily, "You're still taking his side. No, I have to talk to him. Those idiots, apart from Baishi, none of them are any decent."

Yun Feiyang looked at his darting eyes and subconsciously wanted to use the 'Soul-Capturing Technique', but then he thought about it and suppressed the idea. After all, Yan Chongtian's martial arts were sometimes present and sometimes absent, but it wasn't that he didn't have true qi in his body.