The narration system of Wuxia Journey

In the side hall, the old man was already waiting here. When he saw the two of them coming, he signaled the butler to serve the dishes.

After greeting Yi Yuchen and little Yi Jifeng, he sat down at the signal of the old man and looked at the dishes served. This time, they were obviously more attentive. Yi Yuchen smiled knowingly. This was the effect of strength.

There was a lot of breakfast. In addition to a bowl of precious medicinal porridge, there were also a few snacks. Yi Yuchen looked at it and said to Yi Yun: "Jifeng is still young. If you have a cow, it's best to raise one. Give him a cup of hot milk every day, which is good for bone development."

Yi Yun nodded, and the old butler who was waiting to listen to his instructions immediately nodded and said: "I will give the order now. I will find a few cows to raise on the farm in two days."

After that, there was nothing else to do. After the meal, the group went to the mourning hall. On the way, Yi Yun did not turn his head back, and said one more sentence: "The swordsmanship is good, and the use is also good. It did not bring shame to Mingjian Villa."

Yi Yuchen did not care, and said: "I am a descendant of the Yi family, this is what I should do."

The old man did not know what he was thinking of, his hands slowed down, and the figure in the wheelchair paused, and then he did not say anything else. The group quickened their pace and headed towards the mourning hall.

[Your attitude reminds Yi Yun of his rebellious second son, your uncle, Yi Tianxing. He loves him deeply and hates him to the bone] The narrator reminded on the side.

Yi Yuchen shook his head and also disdained this second uncle whom he had never met.

His own eldest brother died, and he did not come back to see him. I am afraid that he has no affection for this eldest brother in his heart, only his self-righteous "hatred of stealing his wife"; knowing that his father was disabled, he did not care whether Mingjian Villa would be spied on now. How can a disabled tiger with two cubs avoid the siege of wolves? This kind of person who disregards his own father's life is really...

"When everyone dies in the future, what's the point of just crying hypocritically and letting it go!" Yi Yuchen thought.

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After burning incense in the mourning hall, Yi Yuchen and little Yi Jifeng knelt beside to keep vigil, waiting for guests to pay their respects; old man Yi Yun continued to stare at the mourning hall in a daze.

Time passed by, and near noon, a report suddenly came from outside the gate...

"Cangzhou Liuhe Gate, Mr. Gong came to pay respects!"

"Hejian Prefecture Iron Fist Gate, founder Hong Entong pays respects!"

"Shaolin Master Liaofan pays respects!"

"Wutai Mountain Master Zhishan pays respects!"

Yi Yun, who was in a wheelchair, opened his eyes, his momentum flashed and retracted, and then he said disdainfully: "A bunch of jumping clowns, are you scared!"

After the four people were welcomed in, the old housekeeper Yi Liang presented incense and candles. After the four people paid respects, Yi Yuchen took little Yi Jifeng to return the greeting.

Yi Yun sat in a wheelchair and didn't look at them. The four of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yi Yuchen had no choice but to stand up and bow, saying, "My father has just passed away, and my grandfather is heartbroken. There is no one in the house to entertain guests, so I won't keep you! Please go back!"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them blushed. Although sending people to test last night was indeed "well-intentioned", isn't this "human nature"? Who wouldn't want to bully this family of orphans and disabled people?

Now they were slapped in the face and driven away as bad guests. If this gets out, their secret dealings will be exposed, and they will only be ridiculed by their fellow martial artists in the future.

Master Zhishan of Mount Wutai looked angry, and his right palm was blood red, which was the external appearance of the extreme practice of the Tantric handprint. Without waiting for him to speak, Yi Yuchen stepped out, stretched out his right hand, and said, "Master, don't get angry in front of my father's spirit. Anger can hurt your body."

Zhishan showed a hint of mockery, and immediately stretched out his right hand to shake Yi Yuchen. Yi Yuchen smiled slightly, and when his palms approached, he put his fingers together as a sword, and lightly touched Zhishan's palm with his fingertips.

Zhishan's face turned red, and his right hand was stung by a scorpion. He subconsciously shrank back. He looked at Yi Yuchen, his face changed, and finally he left with a flick of his sleeves.

The other three looked at each other, not knowing why he was like this, but since their companions had already left, the three of them bowed and chased after him.

"You are also bold, then Zhishan is fine, but Shaolin Liaofan's powerful Vajra Palm is not vegetarian." Yi Yun sat in a wheelchair and said without turning his head.

Yi Yuchen just smiled...

"If one of these people attacks, it will be known that they are bullying the weak. As long as they still have some dignity, the others will not attack again. With my true energy, I still have the ability to attack with all my strength."

"Unless Liaofan wants to ruin the reputation of Shaolin, he can only endure it today. Instead of waiting for him to cause trouble in the future, it is better to let him know how powerful he is today."

"Let him know the truth of not bullying the poor young man. What's more, I am not a poor young man, but the future owner of Mingjian Villa."

Yi Yun laughed and said, "I underestimated you in the past. I didn't expect that I would be wrong sometimes."

Yi Yuchen offered a stick of incense and said lightlySaid: "When encountering a big change, there must be some progress."

Yi Yun let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

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But Zhishan and the other four left the main gate of Mingjian Villa and walked farther and farther away. When they could no longer see anyone here, Lefan could not help but ask: "Why did Senior Brother Zhishan leave in a hurry?"

Grandpa Gong of Cangzhou Liuhe Gate said anxiously: "That's right, why did the master leave without saying a word? Didn't you agree to return our disciples?"

Zhishan sneered and said: "Your disciples probably won't come back. If you go to the door to beg, you may be able to get a corpse."

Lefan frowned and said: "Brother, do you mean Yi Yun killed them all?"

Zhishan shook his head: "It may not be Yi Yun!" As he said that, he loosened his right hand, and saw that one of his palms was swollen and bloody, like an inflated pig's stomach, with a spot of deep red on the palm, condensed and not dissipated.

"This is..." asked Mr. Gong from Cangzhou Liuhe Sect.

Lefan frowned even more, and said in disbelief: "Is it that kid? He broke my senior brother's big handprint!"

Zhishan put his right hand back into his sleeve, put his palm together and said: "I deserve this disaster. I didn't expect that he had already comprehended the sword meaning at such a young age, and the sword energy was like a thorn in the bone. My big handprint is useless. Without five or six years of hard practice, I am afraid I can't practice to the current level."

Hong Entong from Tiequan Sect frowned and said: "He is only a few years old, how could he break the master's big handprint? Even Hong has to admit defeat in front of the master's big handprint skills."

Mr. Gong thought for a while and said: "Could it be that the old cripple Yi Yun secretly attacked?"

Zhishan just sneered, and a trace of displeasure flashed across Mr. Gong's face, but he didn't dare to offend Mount Wutai.

Le Fan shook his head and interrupted, "Yi Yun is so proud of his status that he would never do anything like a sneak attack. Alas, I didn't expect that we were all wrong. Mingjian Villa has a successor. In the future..."

Master Zhishan knew what he was thinking and shook his head...

"We are far away in the north, and Mingjian Villa is in the south. Even if he wants to cause trouble for us, he should be able to reach out first."

"What's more, our probing is just human nature! Now that he has been killed, we have lost face. If he causes trouble in the future, we will take over."

The four of them couldn't come up with a solution, so they had to disperse when they arrived at the inn.

When they saw Le Fan and Monk Zhishan gathering together in private, Mr. Gong and Hong Entong looked unhappy, and they quietly walked aside.

Old Master Gong said...

"He has a big Buddhist family and is not afraid of Mingjian Villa's revenge. We are a small sect in Liuhe Sect, and we can't afford to offend Mingjian Villa. When that kid grows up, there will be no way for Liuhe Sect to survive."

"They came up with the idea. Now that there is a problem, they immediately abandon us. These bald donkeys are so worthless..."

"Shh!" Hong Entong stopped him, "Old man, be careful with your words. We still have to live in the north."

Old Master Gong said disdainfully: "Aren't you afraid of offending such a behemoth as Mingjian Villa? I am afraid!"

Hong Entong did not answer but asked: "Do you have any good ideas, old man?"

Old Master Gong shook his head and whispered to himself: "The older you are in the world, the less courageous you are. I can't afford to offend Mingjian Villa, so can't I be humble?"

Hong Entong said helplessly: "What can we do that others can appreciate?"

The two exchanged glances and looked at each other.