The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Zhu Yuchen was like a tourist, casual and relaxed. He was already standing three feet in front of Zhang Sanfeng, looking down the mountain, and said casually...

"Senior is a great master, but now he is just beginning his journey of martial arts, so he is confined to one place. When you reach a perfect state, I am afraid I will be ashamed of myself."

"My sect has always accumulated a lot, and the stamina is endless. You have accumulated a lot. Since you have entered this state, your future progress will be beyond my reach."

"As for age? It's just a lie. I have experienced four lives, three reincarnations, and collected the treasures of my predecessors before I reached this state of transformation."

Song Yuanqiao and the others behind him were shocked. They looked at each other and thought that this man was talking nonsense.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "You are the reincarnation of a Taoist senior? Is there really reincarnation in this world?"

Zhu Yuchen laughed and said, "This world? Senior, believe me and don't think I am exaggerating."

Zhang Sanfeng said frankly, "When I was in seclusion, I often felt that I was on a sphere, moving with the ground. Until the martial arts were initially completed."

He pointed to the sky and said, "It's hard to believe, but at that moment, I was wandering in the void, and flew out of the sky in a trance. There was no star, only darkness. Although I only had a breath, I knew that there was a world beyond the sky."

Zhu Yuchen sighed and said, "I am not as wise as my senior, so I can only bury my head in the mundane world. world, climbing step by step. "

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "There is nothing wrong with climbing step by step. A tall building rises from the ground. It is also solid to walk step by step."

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Zhu Yuchen laughed and said: "I came to see the senior today, not just for a verbal fight, senior, please!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said: "The old Taoist is weak, but not as strong as you, I hope you will show mercy!"

Zhu Yuchen shook his head and said: "The competition is only for the discussion of Taoism, not for the competition of internal strength."

He stepped casually, obviously as slow as a tourist, but the next moment he was already one foot in front of Zhang Sanfeng, and there was still a residual image left in the original place, and his right hand had already waved his sleeves. Just this movement seemed to distort the distance in space, and the movement and stillness contained in it made other people feel dizzy and vomit blood.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard with his right hand, and swung his sleeves. A move of "like sealing and closing" was natural, blocking one foot in front of him.

Zhu Yuchen didn't care. At first, his right hand was hanging down, like pinching orchids, with deep Zen meaning. When he flicked his hand halfway, it was already as fast as the wind, like waving the strings of a zither, natural and natural, close to Zhang Sanfeng's robe, but like the orchids in the Zen room, natural and freehand, quiet to the extreme.

The fingers collided with the sleeves, the former was easy and freehand, but heavy as a mountain, and the latter was extremely soft, but as solid as steel. There was a "dong" sound during the collision, like thunder, and then the "crackling" sound was endless.

Zhu Yuchen flicked on the sleeves, only feeling the initial heavy and soft power, like clouds and cotton, layered, and touching like steel. The finger force was transferred by the Tai Chi power, and the blockade of the meridians and acupoints failed.

Zhang Sanfeng praised: "Daoyou's move combines three martial arts, Buddhism and Taoism, and changes freely in movement and stillness, hardness and softness, speed and slowness, which is wonderful."

Zhu Yuchen didn't care and said: "Buddhism's finger of picking flowers, Nine Yin Manual's hand waving five strings, Peach Blossom Island's orchid finger-pointing hand."

While speaking, Zhu Yuchen flicked his hand and changed his palm, like Mount Sumeru, extremely fierce, and slapped Zhang Sanfeng's sleeve.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned and said: "Buddhism's Vajra Palm Power." While speaking, his right hand turned and stretched out from his sleeve. The palm turned over, soft and weak, and hit the palm.

Zhu Yuchen only felt that the palm power was like silk and thread, winding around his palm, trying to dissolve the Vajra power layer by layer. He smiled slightly, and his palm stopped abruptly. The extremely fierce palm power suddenly became empty, becoming empty and weak.

The originally whistling palm force turned into a suction force that controlled the crane and captured the dragon, and collided with Zhang Sanfeng's cloud hand. The former was like a twisting dragon, and the latter was like a entanglement of silk, both of which were hard and soft.

With a "pop" sound, the two people's feet turned over like a dragon, and the three-foot waves under their feet undulated, and the stone slabs broke into slag, and gullies formed.

As the air waves rolled, the eight onlookers had to withdraw. The two people in the field had no time to look at other things...

Zhu Yuchen put his palms together and pointed out with one finger, like the scorching sun, like the freehand painting of the mountains and rivers. The finger force was like light and water, everywhere, blocking the major acupoints on Zhang Sanfeng's chest and limbs.

Zhang Sanfeng held his hands in the air, as if holding a baby, his breath was empty, and it seemed to exist and disappear, like an egg, and his true energy was spinning, shifting the finger force.

The two retracted as soon as they touched. Zhu Yuchen did not wait for his finger strength to run out, and he had already combined his fingers into a sword, like the true form of the Five Mountains, like a sword that gave birth to all things.

Zhang Sanfeng was not moved by the appearance, and curled his right hand and held it in the air, as if holding a long sword. When he swung it, yin and yang complemented each other, and the dragon and tiger gathered together, without any flaws.

When the two touched, Zhu Yuchen's ten thousand swords merged into one, turning into a ruthless sword, with only me and the way, dividing yin and yang.

The two paused, and Zhang Sanfeng soared into the sky like a cloud crane, traversing the sky, and the brightObviously very slow, but fast as thunder; Zhu Yuchen's figure flashed back like a meteor, obviously very fast, but like a cloud, giving people a slow feeling.

Since the two fought, all kinds of disharmony made people unable to understand, the person who was supposed to be slow was extremely fast, and the person who was supposed to be fast was as slow as an old cow.

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"The old Taoist is weak, so stop here." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand.

Zhu Yuchen laughed and said...

"Senior, your muscles and bones are like dragons. You have already washed your marrow with pure Yang Wuji Qi and Yijing. How can you be called old? Pure Yang Wuji, the way of pure Yang is the most refined and pure, the way of Wuji transforms into two yin and yang, and gives birth to Taiji."

"Senior's way is all in pure Yang Wuji. It turns out that senior has already found the way forward, but was delayed by skills!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said...

"In my early years, I followed Master Jueyuan to do odd jobs in Shaolin. I didn't know martial arts at all. It was not until later by chance that I embarked on the path of martial arts. I am satisfied with my achievements today."

"I transformed Taiji with pure Yang and integrated what I learned. Wudang has been passed down through the ages. It is also a story Good story. "

Zhu Yuchen flicked his sleeves, and two books flew to Zhang Sanfeng, saying...

"Senior, you have a deep wisdom and a solid foundation. I also want to see if I can see you again in the future."

"One of these books is the Nine Yang Manual, which aims to accumulate internal strength and connect the great Zhoutian meridians in order to keep the true energy endless."

"One is the essence of the Taoist Nine Yin Manual, which is profound and every word is a pearl. I have benefited a lot from it, but it is useless to keep it now, so I will give it to you today."

Hearing the Nine Yang Manual, Zhang Cuishan in the crowd was excited and couldn't help but step forward. Song Yuanqiao stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder and shook his head.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he stroked the Nine Yang Manual and sighed, "If you had come a month earlier, it would have been great!"

Zhu Yuchen understood immediately and asked, "Senior, this is for Zhang Wuji!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "My child is suffering from the cold poison and is suffering every day. I had given up, but I didn't expect..."