The narration system of Wuxia Journey

[You comprehend the Wisdom Sword Sutra of Lingyin Temple]

[You comprehend the Great Light Seal of Tantric Buddhism and the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Transformation Sutra]

[You comprehend the Mount Sumeru Palm and the One Clap Two Disperse Palm]

Looking at the content of the system's narration, Su Yuchen didn't care. Now his internal energy is ever-changing and can move as he pleases. He has already done whatever he wants. Just by moving the other party's true energy, he has already transformed it into his own true energy changes.

On the contrary, the three old monks were moved by his own energy, and they were injured and exhausted. Even if they didn't die, they wouldn't have much time left.

"I didn't expect that my guesses back then were all wrong. This old monk is neither Xiaoyaozi nor Murong Longcheng. He is really a direct descendant of Zen."

After solving a trace of the old guesses, his mind turned, and he felt sorry for the old monk who guarded the Sutra Pavilion for a moment. Su Yuchen no longer took it to heart, and his figure flashed away quickly on the official road.

All the way through Gansu and Shaanxi, and went to the grasslands of the Western Regions, Su Yuchen gradually regained a sense of familiarity here. Unfortunately, there was no Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang at this time. After a moment of emotion, Su Yuchen followed the caravan to the Western Liao.

At this time, the Liao people were in full swing, occupying large areas of pastures, and tribal cavalry roared back and forth. Even merchants who were trading had to be cautious. Although the Liao Queen Mother had a far-sighted vision, she could not stop the Liao nobles from pretending to obey but secretly disobeying.

"*******"

"The Knight Commander said that the king's tent would start to migrate with water and grass, so this little money is not enough."

In front of the caravan, a team of Liao cavalrymen surrounded in front of them said something in a gibberish. After the translation of the Fan Han army accompanying the team, the caravan was in an uproar, but it was soon stopped by the leader of the caravan.

The Liao cavalrymen who led the team looked at the chaotic caravan fiercely, and their hands were already on the scimitars at their waists. The Fan Han army following behind them did not show any abnormality and also quietly grasped the hilts. Fortunately, the leader of the caravan stopped it in time, otherwise, even if there were a pile of corpses on the prairie, no one would care.

"Han people in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun have been assimilated! Empress Dowager Xiao is indeed a wise and far-sighted person, not inferior to Wu Zetian." Su Yuchen looked at the fierce-looking cavalry team and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The leader of the caravan turned around on the spot, indicating that he had no weapons, and then walked up to the cavalry captain and whispered for a while, and a bag of coins slipped into the other's sleeve.

The other party was not polite, and directly weighed the purse in his hand, and then laughed and led the cavalry away, leaving only a burst of whistling.

"Uncle Liu, why do you have to give them money? We and the tribal leaders here..." A young man in the caravan frowned and said unhappily.

"Young Master! Don't try to reason with swords and guns. Although they need us, if we die, there will still be other caravans willing to come here." Uncle Liu looked at the young man and said.

Seeing that the young man was still unconvinced, Uncle Liu shook his head and didn't say anything more. He stood aside and signaled the caravan to continue on their way, and he stayed at the end.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Taoist priest." The middle-aged man named Uncle Liu stayed at the end and bowed to Su Yuchen, who was riding a nag, and said, "I also want to thank you for your protection along the way, which saved us a lot of trouble."

Su Yuchen waved his hand: "I took your map and escorted you to the tribe ahead. We just took what we needed."

The middle-aged man named Uncle Liu nodded and said, "The journey from here to Tianshan is not far, but Taoist priest, you have to be careful. There are a group of black-robed people traveling to and from the grassland on the road ahead, and even the tribes in the Western Regions are unwilling to provoke them."

"It is said that many of the Western Liao there were subdued by those black-robed people, and they would not listen to the orders of the Liao Queen Mother. They are very evil." Uncle Liu lowered his voice and said.

【Lingjiu Palace is located in the Western Regions. Tianshan Tonglao Wu Xingyun used the life and death talisman to subdue the Western Liao and Kasheng tribes near Tianshan. With the four envoys as representatives, they traveled across Tianshan】

Su Yuchen suddenly realized what force he was talking about: "Is there a vulture on the embroidered robes of those black-robed people?"

The middle-aged man named Uncle Liu nodded when he heard it. Su Yuchen looked at the continuous Tianshan Mountains in the distance, and compared with the route suggested by the narrator, he no longer had the intention to stay: "In this case, we will meet again later."

Without waiting for the other party to stay, Su Yuchen's sleeves blew up, and he floated more than ten feet away like green smoke. His toes touched the grass leaves, and he disappeared in the distance after a few turns in the air.

The middle-aged man named Uncle Liu sighed sadly, put down his hand that he had just raised, shook his head, and then caught up with the caravan in front and headed towards the scheduled destination. No one noticed that there was one less person in the team.

After leaving the caravan, Su Yuchen no longer concealed himself. His figure drifted across the grassland like the wind and mist, often leaving only a black dot before disappearing, leaving a legend on the grassland.

With his speed, he quickly approached Tianshan.Plunging into the fierce snowstorm on the top of the mountain, blending with the snowstorm, as if he is a part of the Tianshan Mountains!

………………

Following the narrator's prompts, Su Yuchen crossed the snowstorm and came to a cliff of a mountain. Looking at the iron chain swinging around in the cold wind, he was sure that he had found the right place.

Across the cliff, turning around the cliff mouth on both sides, it was dotted with greenery, obviously a place where it is spring all year round.

The people patrolling on the opposite side looked at the human-shaped fog and had not yet reacted. Su Yuchen's footsteps were like clouds and mist, drifting away with the mountain wind, causing an uproar.

Suddenly the mountain wind stopped, and Su Yuchen's figure appeared on a roof. Under his feet were a group of buildings, with green grass, flowers and short trees. There were both wooden structures and stone halls, piled together, like a palace community.

After just one glance, Su Yuchen shook his head. With the scale of this building, this is definitely not a building complex that can be built by a few people from the Xiaoyao Sect.

After confirming his guess again, Su Yuchen did not stay any longer. His figure disappeared again and appeared again, already at the highest loft in the palace complex.

"Wan Zang Pavilion"

Looking at the inscription on the plaque, Su Yuchen stretched out his hand and pushed the door open and walked in. There was a table in front of him. On the wall behind the smoke, there was a portrait of a person with a Taoist style. Su Yuchen closed the door and walked closer to take a look. The inscription on the lower left corner was "Master Xiaoyaozi, disciple Wu Xingyun left a word".

After just one glance, Su Yuchen no longer paid attention and turned to look at the loft. The loft was full of bookshelves, which were densely packed with books. Su Yuchen walked over and took out a book at random, but it was a book introducing water conservancy construction.

After walking around and looking around for a while, I found that this floor was filled with miscellaneous books, including ancient books introducing astronomy, geography, farming, water conservancy, etc. There were no less than thousands of volumes, and I didn't know how much effort had been spent collecting them.