The narration system of Wuxia Journey

"With your martial arts experience, do you still need Duan's Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

On the way to Dali, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but ask the question in her heart.

Su Yuchen rode side by side with her on the horse, looking at the different scenery around, and said as he walked: "The Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword is said to be so magical. It would be a pity if I don't go to see it. The most important thing is that I want to see Kurong."

"Kurong?"

"Yes! Monk Kurong. He is also the most senior monk of this generation in Dali Tianlong Temple. He specializes in Buddhist Kurong Zen, and I am more interested in this martial art."

"But aren't you a Taoist? Do you want to practice Buddhism and Taoism together? Aren't you afraid that your internal skills and mental skills will not be compatible?"

"Buddha is originally Taoism! In the past, Laojun turned Hu into Buddha. Buddhism originally came from Taoism, so how can it be incompatible?"

"I thought you hated Buddhism."

"Of course I hate bald donkeys, but this doesn't stop me from using their methods."

"If someone hears your words, it will be a great rebellion."

"I am just borrowing it, why not?"

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Dongting Junshan

The once bustling Beggars' Sect headquarters was somewhat gloomy this day. Qiao Feng led the other elders of the Beggars' Sect back. After Wang Jiantong learned of the great victory at Yanmen Pass, he could no longer hold on.

According to Wang Jiantong, the Beggars' Sect is originally a group of beggars, so they should not be bound by those worldly etiquettes. A thin coffin and burial in Junshan will be enough...

"We are beggars ourselves. Even if we keep the body for seven days, those aristocratic families and high officials in the court will not look down on us. Why waste all that money."

"I have already notified all the sects and factions in advance to keep the body and worship. If you are interested, you can go to my grave and offer a glass of thin wine after I die."

"Nowadays, people in the north are living in hardship. Leave behind useful wealth and do more good deeds."

"Deputy leader Ma, after I leave, you and the brothers will assist Qiao Feng and revitalize our Beggars' Sect together."

Looking at the sad expressions of the people below, Wang Jiantong laughed and felt that he had no regrets in this life. Immediately, his eyes went black and he died.

Wang Jiantong died immediately. Everyone followed his will and buried him in the back of Junshan Mountain with Qiao Feng and Ma Dayuan carrying his coffin. Qiao Feng was then elected as the successor and the world was informed.

Soon after Qiao Feng took the throne, another incident happened. Shaolin Xuanbei was killed on the way to Dali to deliver a letter. Qiao Feng discussed with Ma Dayuan...

"Master Xuanbei of Shaolin died under the Vedas Pestle, which he was most proficient in. This matter is known to the world. The leader still thinks it was not Murong Fu's fault?"

"Although it is rumored that Murong Fu is proficient in martial arts, and the Murong family's "returning the favor as he is given" is passed down as a miracle, but I always feel..."

Qiao Feng remembered the last bearded man who broke into the Liao army camp during the battle of Yanmen Pass. That man had mixed martial arts and extraordinary knowledge, but his internal strength was not very good.

"If that person is Murong Fu..." Qiao Feng couldn't help shaking his head, and thought of the person he met in Yanyu Tower, and his evaluation of Murong Fu, and he had some guesses in his mind.

Qiao Feng immediately told Ma Dayuan and other elders his guess, and then said...

"If that person is really Murong Fu, with his martial arts, even if he has the killer move of 'returning the favor in the same way', it may be difficult to kill Master Xuanbei."

"There must be something that led to Master Xuanbei's death. Qiao is worried that if this is someone who wants to frame Murong Fu, he wants to use this to provoke internal strife in the Central Plains martial arts world."

"But Master Xuanbei did die under the Vedas Pestle, which he was most proficient in. Dali has proved this." An elder refuted.

Qiao Feng shook his head and explained, "Although the Weituo Pestle is a Shaolin unique skill, it is not a difficult martial art for a true expert to learn. Qiao once knew a person who could learn any martial art as long as he saw it once and touched it once."

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, not believing that there was such a person in the world, but seeing Qiao Feng's seriousness, it was obvious that he was not deceiving everyone.

Ma Dayuan nodded and said, "It is said that Shaolin Master Xuancheng is proficient in more than a dozen Shaolin unique skills. What the leader said is not impossible. We are stupid, but we can't expect everyone in the world to do the same."

Qiao Feng said, "The most important thing now is to find out the cause of Master Xuanbei's death and try to avoid causing internal fighting in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, if that person is here, maybe he can know something?"

Although the people of the Beggar Gang didn't know who the person Qiao Feng was talking about, they became more curious when they saw him praising him so much. But at this time, everyone's mind was focused on finding out the truth about Xuanbei's death, so these thoughts could only be discussed later.

Just as everyone gathered in the lobby to discuss countermeasures, Kang Min and a few others served tea and fruit snacks to everyone, which attracted many thanks.

"Boss, have a cup of tea too.Tea clears the lungs and eliminates heat, which is very good for people. "Kang Min personally brought a cup of tea to Qiao Feng and said.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Unfortunately, Qiao Feng was worried and didn't see Kang Min's tender eyes. He just took the teacup and didn't even look at Kang Min.

Seeing Qiao Feng like this, Kang Min felt more and more lost and mean. She thought that she had been wronged so much, but Qiao Feng didn't even look at her. Was she really so unbearable? Then why did the King of Zhennan...

But at this time in the lobby, there were still many people watching below, so Kang Min could only restrain her expression and quietly retreat. Before leaving, she turned her eyes, and her charming eyes intertwined with Bai Shijing, which scared Bai Shijing so much that he immediately bowed his head.

Bai Shijing glanced at Ma Dayuan who was discussing with the elders, and saw that he looked tired and seemed to understand something.

Kang Min smiled proudly, turned around and left with a complacent look, but didn't see Bai Shijing lowered his head with a fiery look in his eyes.

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Taihu Yanziwu.

Murong Fu has been depressed since the battle of Yanmen Pass. When he thought of Yelu Chuci's disdain for his humiliation, Murong Fu felt ashamed. Murong Fu was also a little confused about whether he could revive the Great Yan.

Seeing Murong Fu like this, Bao Bu Tong, Feng Bo'e and the other four tried to persuade him, but it didn't work. After all, who would listen to the great principles if they were said too much.

It happened that at this time, Dali received the news that Xuan Bei died because of Murong Fu's "returning the favor in his own way". Bao Bu Tong's eyes turned and he immediately had an idea.

Hearing the news from Bao Bu Tong, Murong Fu was disdainful: "When Xuan Bei was killed, this young master was in Gusu, and many people can prove this."

Bao Bu Tong said: "This is not what I want to say. I have other ideas."

"Oh?" Murong Fu asked curiously: "What do you think, Brother Bao San? "

Bao Bu Tong saw that he was no longer confused, and struck while the iron was hot...

"I thought too simply before, which made you laughed at by Yelu Chuci. But his words also enlightened me."

"Yellu Chuci humiliated you so much, isn't it because you have no soldiers and no generals, and the power is not equal? ​​In this case, let's try to control a troop first."

Murong Fu frowned and said, "Does Bao Sange mean to recruit soldiers in Jiangnan? Not right! This is not feasible!"

Bao Bu Tong said, "No! Recruiting soldiers in Jiangnan is tantamount to seeking death. But it is not possible in the Song Dynasty, but it does not mean that it is not possible outside, for example, Xixia!"

"Xixia?" Murong Fu frowned.

Bao Bu Tong waved his hand and clenched his fist, saying, "Yes, you can think about it. Xixia has a martial arts force called Yipintang that is responsible for gathering information. There are not only martial arts masters, but also military forces. If the young master can sneak into Yipintang and take control of the real power, wouldn't he be able to secretly control an army? "

When these words came out, Murong Fu and the other three people's eyes lit up. Murong Fu patted the armrest and said immediately: "Okay, let's go to Xixia!"