Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

"You said he previously learned the Peng family's Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber technique, which I also know. This technique originally had sixty-four moves, and I completed the last five myself. You can use it to trade with him."

With a thought, a stack of white papers on the table floated into the air, circling the small building once, exactly sixty-four sheets. A moment later, the ink that had been flying through the air fell back down, and on the sixty-four sheets of white paper, sixty-four new sword techniques and incantations appeared.

"This sword technique is ruthless and extremely fierce. Although it is not a unique skill, it is still a superior martial art. Tell him not to commit murder recklessly, otherwise you, Uncle Su, will have to personally retrieve the martial art in the future."

Butler Su nodded and said, "I understand. If this person uses this to do evil in the future, I will personally take action to recover his martial arts skills."

You taught Tian Mingjian of Dengzhou the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber technique, which allowed him to dominate Dengzhou, eliminating evil and upholding justice, earning him the admiration of the world. Because his name and appearance are unknown, he has enshrined a nameless memorial tablet in his ancestral hall day and night.

Your repeated interference has caused the world line to shift.

Looking at Butler Su downstairs, Su Yuchen chuckled. As his primordial spirit moved, the small building suddenly brightened, and silvery moonlight filled the building. The moonlight was like water and frost, and at this moment the small building seemed to be a moon palace that had been lost in the world.

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Restaurant lobby.

Butler Su returned to the counter and nodded slightly. The man was startled and immediately came over, placing a piece of red cloth from his pocket on the counter.

Butler Su opened it and examined it, confirming that it was indeed a century-old ginseng root in excellent condition before nodding. He then pushed the manuscript towards him, saying, "Since you are learning the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber, this is the manual for the sixty-four forms of the saber technique."

"Sixty-four moves?" Tian Mingjian asked in surprise.

He then smiled sheepishly and said, "As far as I know, the Peng family only has fifty-nine of these techniques. It is said that the last five most powerful sword techniques have been lost for many years."

Butler Su nodded and said, "The last five moves of this sword manual have been completed. However, I can guarantee that their power is no less than that of the original sword technique."

Tian Mingjian nodded, then picked up the sword manual and was about to leave. Butler Su said, "Wait a moment."

Looking at Tian Mingjian, he said seriously, "Now that you have this sword manual, if you ever bully the weak or oppress the vulnerable in the future, I will also bear some responsibility. When that day comes, I will swear to kill you no matter where you are in the world. Do you understand?"

Tian Mingjian nodded and said, "Don't worry, Manager Su. I swear here that if I ever use this sword technique to do anything bad or evil in the future, I will be punished by heaven."

Butler Su nodded and said, "Go! You can stay at the restaurant and learn the knife skills before leaving. That way, you won't attract attention."

Tian Mingjian glanced at the subtle gazes around him and hurried to the backyard.

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Feeling uneasy after not receiving a reply from Wang Chuyi for a long time, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji rushed to Daxing Prefecture to find out what was going on.

Guo Jing and his three companions sneak into Prince Zhao's residence at night.

Huang Rong injured the steward of Prince Zhao's mansion with her finger-flicking skill. After receiving a letter from Yang Kang, she went to Liang Ziweng to get medicine.

Having learned that Wanyan Honglie planned to head south to find the martial arts manual of Yue Fei and train soldiers, the four split up. Huang Rong was surrounded by Ouyang Ke, Peng Lianhu, and others.

Guo Jing sneaks into Liang Ziweng's place to steal medicinal herbs, but is accidentally entangled by a strange blood snake, leading to a miraculous encounter.

To cover Guo Jing's escape, Yang Tiexin was captured, and Mu Nianci encountered Bao Xiruo during her escape, allowing the three to recognize each other.

While being pursued by his men, Guo Jing accidentally fell into a dry well, where he encountered Mei Chaofeng, who used her thieving skills to steal the human skin scroll of the Nine Yin Manual.

[Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Mu Nianci covered Yang Tiexin and his wife's escape from the Zhao Prince's mansion, but they were pursued by Wanyan Honglie. In the nick of time, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and Wang Chuyi arrived one after another.]

After being provoked, Yang Kang's mind became confused again, and his inner desires overcame everything. He declared that he would never be a Song person in this life, which was overheard by Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu who had rushed over.

[Wanyan Honglie prevented the secret plot of Yue Fei's military manual from being leaked, and was determined to use this opportunity to weaken the Quanzhen Sect. So-called personal feelings are worthless in the face of a great cause.]

[All of this is both right and wrong. Behind the seemingly simple facade lies Wanyan Honglie's renewed test of you after many years. Can you stand against a thousand men? Can you escape unscathed from a hail of arrows?]

At this moment, at the south gate of Daxing Prefecture, the stage has been set up, and a great battle is about to break out. Will you make a choice?

"Alas, it's already unrecognizable. But Guo Jing can't die!" A sigh echoed in the small building.

The next second, Su Yuchen had already disappeared into the small building.

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In the cold, early spring night.

The south gate of Daxing Prefecture was brightly lit, and even the shadows of the night could not cover the area.

Five or six miles from the city gate, hundreds, nearly a thousand, soldiers armed with shields, bows drawn, and spears surrounded the group. Behind the soldiers, Prince Zhao Wanyan Honglie, Prince Yang Kang, Ouyang Ke, Peng Lianhu, and many other retainers of the Prince Zhao's mansion were hidden.

"Mother, come here quickly. I will never acknowledge this Song man as my father. He never raised me. He is not my father."

Faced with Yang Kang's words, Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo turned ashen-faced; Qiu Chuji, on the other hand, was filled with murderous intent. He had to admit that he had really misjudged the situation. At this moment, all he could do was regret. Because of his insistence, Junior Brother Wang was missing and Senior Brother Ma Yu was also trapped here.

Ma Yu, however, remained calm. If it was already beyond change, what use were all the negative anxieties and fears? At this moment, his Daoist nature became even purer, and he vaguely comprehended the state of meditation.

"No, why hasn't he made a move yet? We're like birds in a cage. If a barrage of arrows is unleashed, we won't be able to escape," Huang Rong said, looking at Wanyan Honglie, who was hidden in the darkness in the distance.

Ma Yu's heart stirred, and he looked up. In the shadows, Wanyan Honglie's face was expressionless, completely unmoved by Yang Kang's actions.

"He's not waiting for Madam Yang, he... he's waiting for someone!" Ma Yu thought to himself. Instantly, he remembered the voice he had heard at Zhige Tower.

Seeing that Yang Kang's persuasion was ineffective and he was instead scolded by Qiu Chuji, the others from the Zhao Prince's Mansion looked at each other and then at Wanyan Honglie, who remained expressionless. This was the one who could truly make the decisions.

Wanyan Honglie remained silent, and the scene gradually fell silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of torches igniting in the dead of night.

A moment later, in the cold night, a gust of wind blew, a warm wind, gentle as water, and the cold was blown away; then, a light mist began to spread around, and the mist grew thicker and thicker, eventually covering the city gate.

"You've come!" Wanyan Honglie's hand tightened involuntarily as he looked at the scene.

Wanyan Honglie waved his hand, and the soldiers surrounding Guo Jing and his party retreated and gathered in front of Wanyan Honglie, facing the thick fog.

The next second, a faint shadow appeared in the thick fog: "I didn't expect that after so many years, Your Highness still can't let go?"

Chapter 469 The Primordial Spirit's Night Tour

Wanyan Honglie chuckled coldly, "Back then, you treated the Prince's Mansion as nothing and took me away five times while surrounded by heavy troops. If it weren't for the burden of Zhige Tower, I would probably have died countless times already."

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned to the figure in the thick fog, wondering: Could this person be the master behind Zhige Tower?

Yang Kang was slightly surprised, because he had never heard Wanyan Honglie mention this matter before. He couldn't help but glance at Wanyan Honglie, looking at this unusually cold man, and thought to himself: Does he really trust me?

Unbeknownst to us, the seeds of cracks have already been sown. Whether they will blossom and bear fruit, only heaven knows.

Ma Yu looked at the figure in the thick fog with a hint of regret. It was a pity that their fate was short-lived. On their second meeting, she could only hear his voice but not see him.

In the thick fog, Su Yuchen glanced at the narration and said nonchalantly, "You're wrong! If it weren't for Zhige Tower, I wouldn't have taken you seriously, so how could you say you can't control your own life and death?"

[You roam the heavens and earth in your primordial spirit (first transformation of the Yang spirit), scattering into the wind and gathering into form.]

Your primordial spirit is not entirely pure Yang; it contains too much Yin. Please be cautious.

Looking down at his primordial spirit body, Su Yuchen had never felt so strange.

Everything within a radius of hundreds of miles is in one's heart; with a single thought, one can go anywhere.

The free-flowing Yin essence in the air was readily available, covering the primordial spirit with a silvery-white outer layer, and the moonlight flowed over the primordial spirit like water.

The Yin-Yang and Five Elements supernatural powers hidden within the primordial spirit spontaneously protect its master with a faint, seven-colored radiance.

The illusory sword shadows moved and played on the outer garment like swimming fish.

Deep within the golden eyes that revealed the essence of pure Yang, a beam of glass-like sword light stretched across the primordial spirit.

"So close yet so far, Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, the sword's divine power—these are the divine powers possessed by my primordial spirit." Su Yuchen scanned his body with his divine sense, and for the first time, he felt the difference between his primordial spirit and his physical body.

Although it has lost a layer of protection, its connection with heaven and earth is closer. With a thought, it can gather a large area of ​​dense fog around it and even influence the celestial phenomena on a small scale, creating wind, rain, and frost. With a thought, it can summon fire and influence the five elements.

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Gazing into the depths of the thick fog, at the shadow that seemed to sway in the wind, Wanyan Honglie suddenly burst into laughter:

“Indeed, indeed. If it weren’t for Zhige Tower, how could we mere mortals be taken seriously by you, sir? Today you regard me as an ant, so I’d like to test your abilities.”

"I have specially prepared six hundred archers and a large number of swordsmen and shieldmen for you. I wonder if you have any instructions for me?"

Su Yuchen moved his primordial spirit and swept his divine sense across Daxing Prefecture. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Mobilizing so many archers without causing the slightest disturbance, it seems that this is not only your decision, but also the decision of some other people."

Wanyan Honglie nodded and said, "If you don't die, we won't feel at ease. It's better if someone like you doesn't exist."

"But you think you can hurt me with just these toys?" Su Yuchen said calmly.

Wanyan Honglie nodded and said, "We should at least give it a try."

Su Yuchen chuckled, his tone enigmatic, and said, "You should be grateful, grateful that I met you after I regained my human side and my Dao heart became more complete. Otherwise..."

As soon as the thought arose, swords rang out in the void, and eight miniature longswords, each about the length of a finger, flew out from the thick fog.

"A sword immortal!" Ma Yu exclaimed.

The next second, the longsword trembled, and eight longswords of different shapes and lengths appeared in the void.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!" Wanyan Honglie's expression changed, and he roared.

Attracted by the sudden appearance of the longsword, the soldiers subconsciously released their grip, and with a "whoosh," hundreds of sharp arrows shot into the thick fog.

The longsword that had been frolicking in the void suddenly became enraged. Its sword energy was as dazzling as the sun, and strands of sword energy formed a wall of sword energy that illuminated the heavens and the earth and shattered all the incoming arrows.

The next second, sword energy erupted instantly, and countless sword energies, like fine rain, surged forth like a torrent. In just one exchange, hundreds, even thousands, of Later Jin soldiers were reduced to bones and their weapons to iron filings, all of which scattered and fell to the ground.

The torrent of sword energy surged back and forth before Wanyan Honglie, like a tsunami held back in place. Although it possessed the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, it could not escape the will of the immortal.

"Boring! Boring! If you weren't still somewhat useful..."

Feeling bored in the thick fog, Su Yuchen unleashed a torrent of sword energy that surged back towards the city gate tower. With a soft "hum," the south gate of Daxing Prefecture vanished instantly, leaving only countless wood chips falling from the sky. These chips were then swept up by the sword energy, turning into invisible dust that rose in circles.

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"There really are immortals in this world!"

At this moment, this is the thought of everyone who is still alive.

The shadows in the thick fog became even more mysterious, making everyone afraid to make any move.

From within the thick fog, a slightly joyful voice continued to ring out: "I never expected that upon seeing you again today, Daoist Master, your Daoist nature has been awakened, and you have already entered a meditative state."

Although the shadowy figure spoke in a muffled voice, everyone could hear it, and everyone was certain that the voice was referring to Ma Yu, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, without any reason or logic.

Ma Yu bowed with one hand and said, "It is my fault for being impolite to meet you again today. Greetings, Senior Sword Immortal."

"Sword Immortal? Heh..." Su Yuchen shook his head, the image of Ximen Chuixue appearing in his mind. Compared to him, he was not simply someone seeking a sword.

"Can you read the 'Pure Land Sutra'?" Su Yuchen asked.

Ma Yu nodded.

Su Yuchen said:

"Since we have the opportunity to meet today, you might as well read and think more in the future. Lao Tzu said: 'Once you understand these three things, you will only see emptiness. ... In this state of purity, you will gradually enter the true path.'"

"The path to immortality is precious, and it only guides those with affinity. Therefore, this path must be sought within, not sought externally. If you can grasp its true meaning, you may well have the chance to meet it again someday."

Ma Yu bowed and said, "This junior will certainly keep it in mind."

You imparted to Ma Yu the secret to the mysteries of the universe, but unfortunately, like a frog trapped in a dry well or a dragon lying in shallow water, they can hardly achieve anything.

After a moment, Su Yuchen said, "Having survived this ordeal today, I only hope that you can join my Daoist sect."

Although no names were mentioned in the thick fog, everyone looked at Qiu Chuji standing to the side.

Before Qiu Chuji could answer, the shadow in the thick fog had disappeared. A moment later, the fog dissipated, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Only the city gate behind them, seemingly nonexistent, silently told the story.

Ma Yu composed himself and said, "Let's go!" After saying that, he helped Wang Chuyi up and immediately led the way towards the city gate.

Behind them, Ouyang Ke and the others were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to give chase or not. Fortunately, the predicament didn't last long. Wanyan Honglie pulled on the reins and rode off on his steed. The others breathed a sigh of relief and followed.

Yang Kang was left standing alone at the city gate, watching Yang Tiexin and his wife depart into the distance, and he couldn't help but feel saddened: "From now on, I have no mother..."

Chapter 470 Ouyang Feng

In the early morning, Daxing Prefecture was filled with a strange mix of excitement and fear in the discussions.

Faced with the city gate that had vanished overnight, people's faces were filled with astonishment and confusion. When they met on the street, the exchange of glances was no longer: "Have you eaten?"

Instead, it evoked a strong sense of curiosity and inquiry: Did you know?

The morning sun shone on the empty city gate, where the gate once stood, now only a blank space remained. Commoners and江湖豪杰 (jianghu heroes) alike gathered together, whispering and speculating about the cause of this strange event.

Unfortunately, the place was already surrounded by a large number of soldiers early in the morning, so these people could only watch from afar. The inability to get a closer look only added to the mystery. Some said it was divine punishment, while others believed it was the work of spies from an enemy country.

Further afield, servants and stewards from various mansions and households, whether on foot or in carriages, watched and listened from afar, understanding each other without words, before hurrying away.

Just as everyone was discussing this, the constables and yamen runners of the city government cleared the way, and an old man slowly walked forward. The man was none other than Liao Shijie, the assistant prefect of Daxing Prefecture.

He cleared his throat and said loudly, "This is neither a punishment from the gods nor the work of spies from an enemy country. According to my investigation, someone embezzled funds allocated for the repair and maintenance of the city, using inferior materials instead. The city gates naturally decayed over time."

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar. Many heroes of the martial arts world looked disdainful. They were not farmers who toiled in the fields all their lives, nor were they ignorant housewives.