The narration system of Wuxia Journey

The next morning, Zhang Junbao and his apprentice, who had slept in the carriage for a night, set out again.

But this time it was different. As the carriage moved forward, the official road along the way seemed particularly quiet, and even the heartless Zhang Junbao noticed something unusual.

After walking for a long time, there was no bird singing in the woods by the roadside, and there was no merchant on the official road that was once prosperous.

Finally, when passing a forest, Zhang Junbao saw fallen trees and white bones on the roadside, as well as bloodstains that had not yet dried.

"Master, I think something is wrong!" Zhang Junbao shouted to the carriage while driving the carriage forward quickly.

"What's wrong?" Taoist Wuchen asked as he lifted the curtain.

While urging the horse to go faster, Zhang Junbao said mischievously: "No way, Master! You said you were a martial arts master, but you didn't notice it was so obvious."

The Taoist Wuchen raised his hand and slammed his head, and laughed and scolded: "You stinky boy..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "swish" sound in the woods. Before the master and the apprentice could react, they heard the horse neighing and raising its hooves uncomfortably.

The next moment, the horse, which was originally standing still, suddenly fell down. Before the master and the apprentice could react, the carriage fell to the ground with a "crash" and plowed quickly forward.

Before Zhang Junbao could react, he was thrown off by the rolling carriage. The Taoist Wuchen held the carriage door tightly, not knowing what to do in the smoke and dust.

Zhang Junbao looked at the carriage going away, got up from the ground, and shouted: "Master, jump off the carriage quickly, jump off the carriage!"

The Taoist Wuchen felt bitter and cursed in his heart: "This stinky boy, where can I jump..."

Just when he was at a loss, the next moment, a loud dragon roar sounded, and then the rolling carriage stopped, and the Taoist Wuchen flew out involuntarily.

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From Zhang Junbao's eyes, in front of the carriage that was originally rolling in dust and smoke, a golden dragon phantom that was seven or eight feet long and full of gold made a loud dragon roar.

The golden dragon circled and crashed into the front of the carriage. With a dragon roar and a roar, a 17 or 18-foot-long emerald green figure flew towards the woods on the left side of the official road.

Wherever the emerald green figure passed, trees fell and grass flew. With a burst of "swish", the emerald green figure quickly disappeared in the weeds in the woods.

"No way? There really is a dragon!!!" Zhang Junbao said with his mouth wide open.

The next moment, he immediately ran away, shouting as he ran: "Master? Master Wuchen? You must not die!"

Taoist Wuchen, who had just stood up, was covered in dust and coughed continuously. When he heard this, he immediately froze, and his expression was as ugly as it could be.

Looking at the apprentice running over, he didn't know whether he was the one who was beaten by the big bi or the one who was beaten by the big bi.

"Master, you are not dead!" Zhang Junbao waved his hand to disperse the dust, patting Taoist Wuchen's back while saying.

"Don't be angry! Don't be angry! This is my apprentice!" Taoist Wuchen secretly warned himself.

"Haha! You two are really interesting!" A plain voice sounded, and the next moment, a gentle wind turned into a tornado, sweeping away the dust in the field, revealing a carriage.

In front of the carriage, a young man in green clothes and with his hair tied up with a jade hairpin stood there, quietly looking at the master and his disciple.

Taoist Wuchen waved his hand, subconsciously trying to drive away the dust on his face. He paused as he looked at the young man, and said with a bow: "Thank you for your help, young man. We are grateful to you two."

The young man was Yi Yuchen. He bowed and said in return: "It's a blessing to meet you, Taoist, you don't have to be polite."

Taoist Wuchen looked at the young man carefully, and saw that he had a handsome face and a pair of clear eyes. He had an inexplicable sense of coldness, but he was not a person of evil ways, so he couldn't help but let down his guard.

"No, how could I let down my guard so easily." Taoist Wuchen was shocked.

The next moment he looked at the young man again, but he felt different, but he couldn't figure out what was different, and he was stunned for a while.

Seeing his master in a daze, Zhang Junbao could not help but quietly poke him from behind and whispered, "Master, Master, come back to your senses."

"Ah?" Taoist Wuchen was stunned, then bowed and said, "Sorry, sorry! I was distracted for a moment. May I ask what your name is, young man?"

"I am Yi Yuchen." Yi Yuchen bowed.

Taoist Wuchen replied, "I am Wuchen, this is my disciple Zhang Junbao. Are you going to participate in the martial arts alliance?"

Yi Yuchen shook his head and said, "I am just passing by here, but I also happen to pass by Black Wind Village. If you two don't mind, why don't you walk together for a while?"

As he said, Yi Yuchen pointed to the carriage behind him.

"We met by chance...…” Taoist Wuchen was about to refuse, but when he looked up, he saw an inconspicuous mark on the carriage, and he changed his tone and said, "Then we, the master and the disciple, will not be polite!"

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"Young man, you are from Mingjian Villa!" Taoist Wuchen bowed in the carriage.

Yi Yuchen smiled and said, "Master, you are knowledgeable, you should know that I am not a bad person."

Taoist Wuchen said politely:

"No, no. Mingjian Villa is the leader of the martial arts world in the fight against the Jin people. Everyone in the Jiangnan martial arts world knows it."

"But why didn't Master Yi attend the martial arts alliance?"

Yi Yuchen explained, "I have to meet someone. Someone from Mingjian Villa has attended the martial arts alliance, so I won't join in the fun."

Speaking of this, Yi Yuchen changed the topic and looked at Zhang Junbao on the side, saying, "Master, your disciple is extremely talented, and he is a natural talent. "

"No, no!" Taoist Wuchen smiled, thinking he was complimenting him.

But he didn't know that in Yi Yuchen's eyes, Zhang Junbao was interacting with the world all the time, with hundreds of meridians throughout his body, but because he didn't practice internal skills, his breath was ordinary.

And once he practiced the profound internal skills, he would definitely achieve it in an instant, and then he would have a smooth journey. One year's work is equivalent to several years or even more than ten years of practice for others.

In his eyes, Zhang Junbao at this time was a part of the world. If he closed his eyes, there was no breath of Zhang Junbao in the carriage at all.

"The realm of innate fetal breathing! God-given!" This was the feeling Yi Yuchen had when he saw him for the first time.

Yi Yuchen shook his head and said, "I'm not being polite. This little brother is very talented and will definitely be famous in the world in the future."

Zhang Junbao said happily on the side, "Brother Yi really has a unique vision. I, Zhang Junbao, recognize you as my brother. "

Yi Yuchen laughed and nodded, saying: "Then I will accept you as my brother."

The Taoist Wuchen beside him was also happy to see this happen, and couldn't help but sigh that this disciple had a great fortune.