The narration system of Wuxia Journey

In the following period, Yi Yuchen spent almost the whole day in seclusion in the secret room, studying the Eight Swords, except for some time in the early morning to deal with some matters of the caravan in the villa with the assistance of Yi Liang.

He had the experience of the last fight with Zhang Sanfeng in the previous life. With the continuous evolution, various sword techniques gradually merged, and the feeling of unity began to loom.

The accumulation of sword techniques in previous lives, plus the Eight Swords, and the Eight Swords of Yi Tianxing in the first life, all provided inspiration for Yi Yuchen.

That evening, Yi Yuchen came out of the secret room and walked to the lotus pond, looking at the remaining lotus in the pond until the night fell.

In the middle of the lotus pond, a lotus swayed unsteadily, swaying with the night wind, and Yi Yuchen realized: everything moves, but my heart does not; when my heart moves, everything moves.

The various theories of the second life and Wang Yangming's philosophy of mind emerged in his mind one by one, and Yi Yuchen closed his eyes and fell into enlightenment.

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Beside the lotus pond of Mingjian Villa, Yi Yuchen quietly looked at the remaining lotus in the pond, indifferent and silent. Ten feet behind him, Yi Jifeng pushed Yi Yun in a wheelchair and looked at this side from afar.

"Grandpa, big brother..." Yi Jifeng looked at Yi Yuchen who had been standing there for a day and a night, and couldn't help but worry.

Yi Yun waved his hand and gestured: "Your big brother should have fallen into enlightenment. This is a martial arts opportunity. Maybe he has already comprehended his own eight sword styles."

As they spoke, the two saw Yi Yuchen's figure gradually faded by the pond. Yi Jifeng was startled and looked around. He saw Yi Yuchen standing quietly in the middle of the lotus pond.

In the pond full of withered lotus leaves, Yi Yuchen's robe fluttered without wind, and the withered lotus leaves bent outwards, with the whistling sound of the wind blowing endlessly, and a visible wave of true qi spread out.

As the true qi spread out, eight magic weapons emerged around Yi Yuchen, and they kept spinning around him, as fast as lightning, and gradually their shadows disappeared.

The water surface under Yi Yuchen's feet sank, and the water surface within a radius of five feet around him seemed to be squeezed by heavy pressure. Yi Yuchen stood in the air, his hands like holding a ball, and his arms were empty.

The eight true qi magic weapons surrounding Yi Yuchen seemed to have received a call, and like swallows, they gathered between his palms.

As the true qi gathered, sword shadows flashed in Yi Yuchen's palm, including the Xuanwu heavy sword, the wooden iron sword and other famous swords, and Zhang Sanfeng's Zhenwu sword, etc.

As the sword shadow appeared and disappeared, various fists, palms, and fingers flashed one by one. When all the images disappeared, Yi Yuchen pinched his hands, and the true energy in his palms became deep and unfathomable. At that moment, it seemed that the surrounding light was drawn in and the surroundings became dim.

At this moment, Yi Jifeng and Yi Yun's minds seemed to be sucked out. The two could not move their eyes, and cold sweat ran down their foreheads; Yi Jifeng couldn't help but want to shout loudly, but found that he couldn't move at all

Just when he felt that he was about to die, a flash of light appeared between Yi Yuchen's palms, and the suction force completely disappeared.

Before Yi Jifeng could breathe a sigh of relief, a real energy that was condensed into substance was stretched by Yi Yuchen's palms and slowly turned into a real energy long sword.

The hilt of the sword was purple and green, neither gold nor wood, with a lotus shadow at the end of the hilt; the sword jaw was shaped like a dragon, with the dragon head facing outward; the sword body was purple and green, and the body was three feet and seven inches long.

As Yi Yuchen's true energy surged, the long sword gradually changed, and a little illusion gradually disappeared, as if a real long sword was floating in front of Yi Yuchen's chest.

[You sorted out all the things you learned, and your true energy was truly integrated into one. Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, and magic can all be done as you wish, and all things return to one]

[You integrated all the things you learned in the past, and combined your spiritual consciousness, will, and heart light with the sword intention. You comprehended the sword that can kill the inner demons and distracting thoughts, and can kill all demons outside]

Yi Yuchen smiled. This sword integrates the foundation and knowledge he has accumulated in several lifetimes, the huge true energy of this life, and the wisdom light nurtured by the soul. It can kill the delusions of the mind and can also be used against the enemy. As his mind moved, the long sword trembled in front of him, and then slowly swam around him, the speed became faster and faster, and in the end only a residual image was left.

Yi Yuchen stretched out his right hand, and the long sword transformed from the true qi automatically fell into his hand. Yi Yuchen raised his right hand, and stroked the sword with his left hand. As a glazed light flashed, Yi Yuchen thrust the long sword forward with his right hand.

The next moment, in the eyes of Yi Jifeng and Yi Yun, the lotus pond and everything around it had disappeared. Everything was submerged by a ray of light. Seeing this light, Yi Jifeng felt that his mind was completely sunk.

Fortunately, this light was only a flash. Yi Jifeng and Yi Yun looked up and saw that within ten feet of the sword tip, all obstacles had disappeared. The Taihu stone and pavilion standing by the pond were pierced in half, and the rocks, wood, bricks and tiles turned into powder and flowed.

………………Yi Jifeng let out a long breath, and felt his mind recover again. He felt himself again. Only then did he realize that his back was completely soaked with sweat. As his mind relaxed, beads of sweat dripped down his temples like water.

Yi Yun stared blankly at the direction of the sword, and suddenly raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale and lifeless.

"Grandpa!" Yi Jifeng panicked and shouted subconsciously.

The next moment, a hand reached out, and the fingers were pointed together, leaving a trail of residual images, and pointed at the acupoints around Yi Yun one by one. A stream of true energy full of yang and vitality circulated around Yi Yun.

"Don't worry! It's okay, it's just affected by my residual sword intent!" A gentle voice sounded, and Yi Jifeng relaxed his mind and looked at Yi Yuchen who was already standing in front of the two of them.

Yi Yuchen retracted his fingers, held Yi Yun's right hand, looked at Yi Jifeng and smiled, and said: "Your realm is not enough, so the impact is not big. Grandpa accidentally saw the remaining sword intent of my sword, so he was affected by the sword intent. Now it's okay, you will wake up soon."

Soon after the voice fell, under the stimulation of Yi Yuchen's true energy, Yi Yun woke up slowly. He raised his head weakly and looked at Yi Yuchen: "What are the names of those two moves?"

Yi Yuchen saw the fear and shock hidden in his eyes, Gently wiping the sweat from his forehead, he smiled and said, "Hunyuan Wuji Seal, Daoxin Bright Sword."

Yi Yun nodded and said, "What a terrible sword. I tried to face that sword directly. When the light appeared, I was already dead."

Yi Yuchen praised, "Grandpa has good eyesight. My sword was born from nothing. It was nothing in itself. Only because it appeared, there was light. When there was light, the sword came into being from nothing. The sword had done everything it should do."

"Who can avoid such a sword?" Yi Jifeng said absentmindedly.

Yi Yuchen smiled and said indifferently: "At least now, I can't think of anyone who can avoid this sword. Under this sword, there is death. Do you want to learn?"

"Me?" Yi Jifeng pointed at himself, and then said, "I can't do it, big brother!"

Yi Yuchen waved his hand and said, "There is no such thing as no or no. When you learn the eight famous sword styles and can do eight swords flying together and walk your own way, big brother will teach you."

As he said, Yi Yuchen pushed Yi Yun and turned to the courtyard. Yi Jifeng followed behind, hesitant to speak, and said, "Thank you, big brother."

Yi Yuchen said indifferently: "You and I are brothers , why be polite. "

At this moment, Yi Yun suddenly sighed and said: "If there is this sword, what is there for King Xiaoyao to fear!"

Yi Yuchen smiled and said fearlessly...

"King Xiaoyao is in the Western Regions, it is not surprising that he knows some strange skills. In the past, King Xiaoyao only used tricks to defeat Grandpa. Even if his martial arts have improved over the years, it is just like that."

"But his mind control technique must be guarded against. When Jifeng practices the eight famous sword styles, even Jifeng can deal with him."

Yi Yun did not say much about Yi Yuchen's contempt for King Xiaoyao, because he had the qualifications.