Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

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Yi Yuchen didn't hesitate any longer. He pointed a finger and applied a burst of energy to Yi Yun's pressure point, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. As Yi Yun fell into a deep sleep, a three-foot-high aura appeared around Yi Yuchen.

As he raised his hands, Yi Yun floated into the air, and streams of true energy emanated from Yi Yuchen's palms, enveloping Yi Yun's entire body.

Streams of true energy surged into Yi Yun's meridians and acupoints, circulating endlessly within his body. As the true energy increased, Yi Yun's legs began to glow with a shimmering white light.

After a long while, Yi Yuchen frowned. Through his divine sense scan, he found that Yi Yun's condition was much more serious than he had expected.

At this time, Yi Yun's leg meridians atrophied, acupoints were depleted, and the bones in his legs had already died. In the worst case, many atrophied meridians and bone fragments stuck together.

As Yi Yuchen's primordial spirit moved, the true energy flowing within Yi Yun's body transformed into a gentle breeze, which drifted softly through the room.

Upon closer inspection, Yi Yuchen's true energy resembled tiny, intricate swords, precisely the Deadly Sword of the Eight Famous Sword Styles.

At this moment, the sword was like a gentle breeze, a warm and intoxicating wind, gently scraping away the bone fragments and meridians along Yi Yun's leg bones, creating a small distance between them.

Yi Yuchen used his primordial spirit to ensure that he would not damage Yi Yun's already fragile meridians. As he gradually widened the distance, Yi Yuchen's true energy changed again, transforming into an invisible support that separated the bones and meridians.

This single step exhausted Yi Yuchen's mental energy, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

Ensuring the separation of meridians and bones, Yi Yuchen waved his hands, his fingers crisscrossing, injecting streams of pure Yang energy into the depleted acupoints, reactivating them.

Streams of true energy transformed into silken threads of flowing water, circulating through the shrunken meridians and reconnecting the meridians and acupoints.

As the acupoints are revitalized, the meridians, like dried-up rivers, are activated by the vital pure yang energy and gradually become full of life.

While stabilizing the newly formed meridians, Yi Yuchen circulated his true energy like flowing water, silently and imperceptibly crushing the bones that had already grown together.

Yi Yun let out a muffled groan unconsciously, his brows furrowing tightly.

Yi Yuchen's internal energy changed again. One stream transformed into pure Yang Wuji True Qi, flowing through Yi Yun's meridians and nourishing his body. Another stream transformed into flowing water, gradually clearing away the dried blood and impurities from the bones of his legs.

Once everything was cleaned up, Yi Yuchen's true energy transformed into pure yang true energy, enveloping Yi Yun's entire body inside and out. The bed resembled a warm, reddish-yellow sun, radiating a soft glow.

This state, which felt like returning to the state of innate fetal breathing, made Yi Yun feel warm all over, and his legs were constantly tingling and had a sensation like ants biting him.

As Yi Yun's own true energy circulated and was then nourished by the pure Yang true energy, this cycle repeated, causing Yi Yun to awaken from his slumber.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling now?" Yi Yuchen asked softly.

Yi Yun took control of his own true energy, which transformed into sharp sword energy like threads that circulated within his body. With a sharp pain, he frowned, but the pure yang true energy that followed soothed the pain.

"Good, very good, I can feel the pain." Yi Yun said excitedly.

Yi Yuchen nodded and said...

"Grandpa, your true energy is too sharp and not suitable for warming the meridians. You can withdraw it to your dantian."

"I will come every day to leave enough pure yang energy in the acupoints of your legs to continue warming them. With the Black Jade Broken Leg Ointment, it will be no problem for your legs to return to normal."

As he spoke, Yi Yuchen grabbed with his left hand, and a purplish-black ointment floated into the air from the jade box on the table. Under the pressure of his true energy, it was evenly applied to Yi Yun's legs.

Then, strips of cotton cloth flew up one by one from the table, wrapping the ointment; Yi Yuchen flicked his left hand, and his true energy spread the lime ointment onto Yi Yun's legs. As the pure yang true energy baked it, it quickly became brittle and stuck tightly to the skin of his legs.

Chapter 192 Zhang Jun's Assassination

Yi Yuchen manipulated his true energy to gently place Yi Yun on the bed before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

[You combined the One-Finger Divine Skill with the technique of Pure Yang Limitless True Qi to heal Yi Yun's legs. By warming him with True Qi daily, he recovered completely after a year.]

Seeing the system's narration, Yi Yuchen confirmed the treatment's effectiveness and put his worries aside. He flicked his sleeve, and the closed door opened by itself without any wind.

Hearing the commotion, Yi Liang, who was outside the door, immediately came in. He looked excited and asked, "Young Master Sun, how is it?"

Looking at the expectant eyes of him and Yi Yun, Yi Yuchen smiled and said...

"I have fulfilled my mission! If nothing unexpected happens, the injury should stabilize in half a month at most, and the cast should be removed a month later."

"After that, you can try to walk slowly, but don't rush it. You need at least a three-month recovery period."

"Grandpa, don't move around recently. Just tell Yi Liang what you need. You can't move your legs right now. I will come over every day to use my true qi to nourish the bones and meridians of your legs."

"Once you're sure you've fully recovered, try circulating your inner energy again; if all goes well, your legs should be back to peak condition in a year at most."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yun could no longer contain his excitement and burst into laughter, saying, "Excellent! King Xiaoyao, I never thought there would be another day for battle!"

Yi Yuchen knew about his inner conflict, so he didn't say much, after all, Yi Yun's defeat back then was really too unjust.

If it weren't for the shamelessness of the Carefree King, who used the lives of hundreds of his disciples to drag Yi Yun into a three-day battle, and then took advantage of Yi Yun's weakened state to launch an attack, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Yi Yuchen had nothing to obstruct Yi Yun's path, as it would allow him to have a fair fight with the Carefree King and end Yi Yun's years of torment. Even if the Carefree King had made progress over the years, Yi Yun had the Great Rejuvenation Pill to catch up.

After spending some more time with the old man and making sure he was alright, Yi Yuchen finally gave him and Yi Liang some space.

Of the two, master and servant, who had cared for each other for decades, probably no one cared for him more than Yi Liang.

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Yi Jifeng quickly discovered Yi Yun's condition, but Yi Liang and the others did not tell him in detail. He only knew that Yi Yun's legs had improved.

That day, Yi Yuchen was reading through the imperial gazette when he saw that Zhang Jun was being attacked by a group of civil officials, and the gazette listed ten major crimes against him.

After reading it carefully, Yi Yuchen found that the charges were not serious; at most, it was about asking favors for his disciples to obtain official positions.

This isn't a big problem nowadays, or rather, most officials have done it to some extent.

Upon seeing that Emperor Gaozong Zhao Gou had remained silent on the matter, Yi Yuchen sighed, realizing that Zhao Gou was waiting for Zhang Jun to resign voluntarily, wanting to preserve his last shred of dignity.

“Although the civil officials of the Southern Song Dynasty looked down on the military officials, they still had at least some integrity. I’m afraid Zhang Jun will not be willing to give up his position as Vice Chancellor. If that happens, he will be in danger,” Yi Yuchen muttered to himself.

As Yi Yuchen had predicted, as time passed, Zhang Jun showed no intention of resigning, and the incident gradually escalated.

In the imperial court, the accusations leveled against Zhang Jun by the peace faction became increasingly serious, ranging from spending money to obtain official positions to cultivating his own power base, manipulating power, and even accusing him of suppressing imperial power and becoming a powerful minister who monopolized the government.

Although Emperor Gaozong Zhao Gou still refused to issue the memorial, he still asked Zhang Jun to submit a memorial to defend himself.

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Both Yi Jifeng and Yi Liang were in the study.

"I'm afraid Zhao Gou's patience is about to run out! This is Zhang Jun's last chance!" Yi Yuchen put down the official gazette and sighed.

Yi Liang looked distressed, never expecting this day to come so soon.

Yi Jifeng couldn't help but ask, "Isn't there any other way?"

Yi Yuchen shook his head and explained...

"Zhao Gou wanted to use this opportunity to signal a tendency toward peace to the court. So, one of the ministers who advocated war had to withdraw from the game."

"Now that the Council of State is led by the pro-war faction and is preventing Qin Hui from entering the central government, Zhao Gou's decrees will likely be rejected before they even leave the Council of State."

"Zhang Jun and Zhao Ding are not like Lü Yihao; Zhao Gou doesn't have as many scruples. I'm afraid Zhang Jun is in trouble!"

"However, civil officials are highly valued in this dynasty. At most, Zhang Jun will be dismissed and exiled; his life will not be in danger. There is nothing to worry about."

It was thought that the matter would end with Zhang Jun's exile, but a few days later, the situation took a dramatic turn.

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Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Early that morning, in the inner city of Kyoto, where the powerful and wealthy gathered, stood a tall gatehouse.

Four servants stood outside the door to greet the guests. Two majestic stone lions stood fiercely in front of the door, and the two golden characters "Zhang Mansion" on the plaque shone brightly.

A two-horse carriage slowly pulled up to the gate of the mansion. As the carriage approached, the gate opened from the inside, and a slender, elegant old man stepped out.

The old man was Zhang Jun, one of the councilors of the State Council. As he boarded the carriage, he was escorted by imperial guards and constables from the Six Doors to the palace.

After the carriage entered Zhuque Avenue, the leader of the Imperial Guards frowned, glanced at the vendors on both sides of the road, and although he felt that it was a bit lively today, he didn't think much of it.

It wasn't until the carriage had traveled halfway down Zhuque Street that the Imperial Guard leader and a roadside vendor inadvertently made eye contact, and they realized something was wrong.

He only had time to shout, "Oh no! Protect the Prime Minister!" From the top of a tall building by the roadside, a crossbow bolt rang out, and a sharp arrow shot towards his chest with lightning speed.

With a loud 'boom' in his ears, all the sounds and movements of pedestrians on the street slowed down, while he was pierced through the heart by a sharp arrow shot from the road, the immense force sending him flying backward from his horse.

With the sound of an arrow, the merchants on both sides drew long knives from their carrying poles and stalls and charged towards the carriage.

The last thing the Imperial Guard leader saw was panicked pedestrians, ferocious killers, and Imperial Guards and Six Doors constables who were caught off guard.

As darkness fell before his eyes, everything became completely still.

With the death of the Imperial Guard leader, chaos erupted in the streets, and innocent bystanders screamed as they scrambled into the buildings on either side.

Soon, the windows of the inns and restaurants on both sides of the street opened, and figures dressed in black and masked leaped down and surrounded the carriage.

At this moment, the Imperial Guards and the Six Doors constables reacted, formed a battle formation, surrounded the carriage in the middle, and the two sides engaged in a melee.

At the top of the high building where the arrow was fired, a slender figure held a longbow, looking down with disdain. She nocked the arrow, the bow was full, and as she released it, the arrow whistled towards the carriage.

Just as the arrow was about to reach the carriage, a hand clad in golden armor reached out from inside the carriage, grabbed the arrow, and snapped it in two.

The slender figure on the high building focused her gaze, threw down her longbow, picked up the hilt of her sword from the side, and leaped down towards the carriage.

As she moved, the carriage door was pushed open, and a figure dressed in golden armor stepped out. The figure was well-proportioned, with a fair complexion and no beard. His eyes were like those of a tiger, giving people a feeling of wanting to devour them.

Seeing the longsword approaching, the golden-armored man smiled disdainfully, clenched his right fist, gathered his strength, and punched out, the wind whistling and emitting a sharp screech.

As fists and swords clashed, a series of clanging sounds rang out. The golden-armored man remained motionless, while the owner of the longsword let out a muffled groan and leaped back.

Chapter 193 The Turmoil Over the Removal of the Prime Minister Subsides

At this moment, rows of Imperial Guards lined up on both sides of the long street. Just as she was about to be surrounded, the woman leaped back, her feet barely touching the ground, and like a fish, she passed through the street-facing window and jumped into the shop.

The golden-armored man standing on the carriage did not pursue, but simply watched as the Imperial Guards and Six Doors constables who had come to reinforce them surrounded and killed all the assassins.

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"Reporting to Lord White Tiger, no survivors were captured. All the assassins were either killed or committed suicide; they were all suicide squads," a Six Doors constable who participated in the siege reported to the carriage.

The man in golden armor nodded and lowered his eyes, saying disdainfully, "If there isn't one, then there isn't one! As for the one who escaped, seal off all the nearby streets and search every house."

At a command, the Imperial Guards and constables worked together, knocking on the doors of the shops along the street and beginning their search one by one.

At that moment, a bright red figure flashed past on the high-rise building and rushed towards where the woman had been standing. When she was revealed, it turned out to be a woman dressed in a red robe.

The woman had long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with a plum blossom mark between her brows and lips as black as lacquer. She picked up the longbow that had been thrown away, looked at it, and then leaped down, landing below the carriage.

"Vermilion Bird, I didn't expect you to have time to come here." The golden-armored man, 'White Tiger', raised an eyebrow.

"Qinglong isn't here, and Lord Zhao hasn't used any crossbows, plus there's Xuanwu; I've come to support you," the woman named Zhuque said nonchalantly.

She raised the longbow in her hand and said, "It's the standard crossbow of the Northern Army."

Baihu caught the bow and arrow, pulled it back slightly, and tossed it to a waiting constable from the Six Doors, instructing, "Give it to Lord Constable."

At this moment, the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a gaunt old man. He glanced at the crossbows and said indifferently, "Corruption is rampant in the army, and with the obstruction of those military families, no results can be found."

Zhuque cupped his hands and said, "Rest assured, my lord, even if we can't find out the truth, we will teach those people a lesson!"

The old man nodded slightly and said, "Let's set off! I still have to defend myself in court today, and I cannot keep the Emperor and all the officials waiting."

As the carriage started moving, news of the assassinations of Zhang Jun and Zhao Ding, the Vice Ministers of State, on Zhuque Street and Xuanwu Street spread rapidly, causing a great uproar.

Just before the city gates were closed, a slender figure dressed in white with a red skirt and holding a long sword rode away from the east gate on horseback.

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Inside the palace.

Wearing a dragon-patterned imperial robe and holding a jade ruyi, Zhao Gou paced back and forth in the hall with a livid face.

Inside the main hall, the left and right sides were filled with a dense crowd of kneeling figures, with only two figures lying on the ground, silently sweeping up the broken teacups scattered on the floor.

Outside the palace gates, all the eunuchs and palace maids lowered their heads, trying not to make any noise and avoid attracting any attention, wishing they could disappear immediately.

A figure dressed in a silver-gray dragon robe, with a white face and no beard, holding a whisk, silently appeared in the hall and knelt down.

Sitting on his throne, Zhao Gou asked with a grim expression, "Have you found out?"

The silver-gray figure bowed respectfully, waved his hand, and all the kneeling eunuchs in the hall immediately withdrew in an orderly fashion. Once they were gone, the hall doors closed.

The silver-gray figure then reported, "Your Majesty, this servant went to the Imperial City Guard to inquire, and it is confirmed that the people who attacked Zhang Xiang did indeed use crossbows, which were standard Northern Army crossbows, but their origin cannot be found."

Zhao Gou stroked the jade ruyi, closed his eyes, and sat on the throne. After a long while, he asked, "Who do you think Qin Hui colluded with in the army?"

The silver-gray figure bowed and said, "This servant does not know!"

Zhao Gou smiled, tossed down the jade ruyi, and said, "Well said, 'I don't know!'"

The silver-gray figure bowed slightly but did not answer. Zhao Gou smiled and said…

"I allow Qin Hui to act on his own, but that does not mean he can use crossbows in the capital. This is my bottom line."