The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 106: Southern Tang

There was an orphan son of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Emperor Taizong searched the whole country for twenty years but failed to find him, so he decided to take him to a foreign country.

At that time, Zhao Ti said to Gao Taotao that after a hundred years, the country would be nothing but a handful of yellow earth and dry bones in a tomb. Even if there were descendants left, they would not necessarily think about restoring the country. In fact, these were just words of comfort and reassurance. Just look at Murong Fu. The State of Yan had been destroyed for many years, much earlier than the Southern Tang, but he was still thinking about forming alliances in order to restore the old country.

Zhao Ti closed his eyes slightly, and quickly operated the Great Shift of the Universe to feel the atmosphere in the hall. After a few breaths, his expression remained unchanged.

He only practiced the first level of Qiankun Da Neng Qi. It was not that he could not continue practicing, but that he had practiced too many martial arts, and he placed the Phantom Yin Qi first, and his own internal strength was also mainly based on the Phantom Yin Qi.

He then transformed the Great Shift of the Universe into the Small Wuxiang Gong and felt it again, then transformed it into Huanyin Qi, confirming that there was someone in the hall. However, it was different from the usual hidden breath-holding, in which the breathing almost stopped, but the sound of the heartbeat and pulse would increase. At this moment, the other party's breathing was extremely slow and steady, and so was the heartbeat. The two were balanced and extremely difficult to detect. He should have practiced a very special kung fu, like the tortoise breathing.

"Remnants of the old dynasty, traitors, you dare to worship here at the place of your crimes!" Zhao Ti sneered: "Back then, the general trend was unstoppable, the emperor had already written a letter of surrender, but you still stubbornly resisted, killing so many men of the Song Dynasty. Come on!"

Bai Zhan and the others immediately agreed. Zhao Ti said, "Throw all these tablets out, overturn the altar, and send soldiers to ambush day and night tomorrow to catch them and punish them. Then make sure that the remaining evildoers are not allowed to worship in the future!"

Bai Zhan and his companions immediately stepped forward and were about to lift the wooden sign on the niche.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed from a hidden place in the palace beam above, and a white shadow rushed towards Zhao Ti like lightning.

Zhao Ti's eyes flashed coldly, and he felt that the other person's breath and heartbeat were still very slow. What kind of kung fu was he using? Could it be the Turtle Breathing Kung Fu? The Turtle Breathing Kung Fu was a kung fu of the Xiaoyao Sect, and both Li Qiushui and Wuyazi knew it.

He immediately used Xiao Wuxiang Gong to simulate Beiming Divine Art and circulate his whole body to protect his body, while he thrust Zhou Tonghua Spear backwards in his hand.

The opponent's long sword lost its strength as soon as it touched the spear, and Zhou Tong used too much force and was unable to recover.

A book suddenly appeared in the man's other hand, which fluttered in the wind and scattered. Each page was like a sharp blade, slashing towards Zhao Ti.

These pages are made of iron. The man's sword is just a cover, and the real weapon is this book.

The pages of the book were like scattered flowers, fast and sharp. Even if someone came to block them, it would be impossible to knock all of them down.

Bai Zhan rushed over at this moment, wanting to stand in front of Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti had a blank expression on his face. He raised his palms and a strong wind suddenly blew out, preventing Bai Zhan from getting close. His palms were violent and wild, as if they contained infinite power. It was the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm that he learned from Huo Linglong, and he was now simulating it with the Small Wuxiang Gong.

Zhao Ti didn't know the specific name of this palm technique, but after he used it, just like Huo Linglong, there was a faint "rumbling" sound. Although it was not as loud as the palm wind from pure internal energy, if someone who didn't know much about it, they would think that he was also using the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to perform this palm.

After using this palm technique, Zhao Ti suddenly had an inexplicable realization in his heart. All martial arts in the world should be based on strength. With one force, all can be destroyed and crushed!
No matter how fast, sharp, or forceless those chopped pages of books are, under this palm method, they are just like yellow leaves in the wind and withered flowers after rain. Even if you float in the wind, you will be torn to pieces.

The pages of the book were bent and many of them flew back. The man screamed and was cut into pieces, grinning and crying.

At this time, Zhao Ti saw that the man was wearing a scholar's robe, was of middle age, and had a look of indignation on his face.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed forward at lightning speed. The man wanted to dodge, but he couldn't, so he pushed forward in panic.

Zhao Ti grabbed one of his hands, and the Xiao Wuxiang Gong instantly activated the Beiming Divine Art. He immediately felt the other party's internal force surging in.

Sure enough, he was from the Xiaoyao Sect. He had indeed used the Turtle Breathing Technique just now. But what was his identity, and why did he come to the old site of the Southern Tang Mountain and Sea Temple to burn incense and worship? The man's angry expression suddenly turned into shock: "Hua Gong... No, Bei Ming Divine Art?"

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows and his Xiao Wuxiang Gong started to work rapidly. After a moment, the man collapsed to the ground with horror in his eyes.

Zhao Ti looked at him carefully for a few breaths and asked coldly, "Why do you come here to worship?"

The man's face was filled with shock and he looked pale. He said in a weak but sarcastic voice, "I am here, but the offerings are not mine."

Zhao Ti looked at him and said, "If you are not here to offer sacrifices, what are you doing here?"

The man shook his head: "I really want to offer some sacrifices, but when I got here, I didn't know which hero was the first to offer incense, candles and fruits. I was a step late. What a pity."

Zhao Ti sneered: "Do you think I will believe what you say?"

The man said weakly: "That is your own business. I read the books of sages, do righteous things, and speak the truth. I am not like you, the court of Song, who say one thing and do another!"

Zhao Ti looked at Su Da and said, "Take the shoes and measure the footprints."

Su Da took off his shoes and compared them with the footprints on the dust. Then he went outside to look for more and compared them again. After a while, he came back and said, "Sir, these are the footprints of this man. There is no mistake at all."

Zhao Ti looked at the man and said, "The offerings were new. There are only your footprints outside the hall. Who else could it be if not you offering them?"

The man shook his head and said, "Believe it or not, I did bring offerings. Seeing that I had already prepared the offerings, I wanted to wait a while before offering sacrifices. Unfortunately, you hawks and dogs arrived."

Zhao Ti looked up at the beam and said, "Go and see if there is anything there."

Zhou Tong climbed up onto the beam of the hall and found a cloth bag. When he opened it, he found all the items for offering sacrifices.

Zhao Ti frowned and thought to himself, this person initially thought that he was using the Qi-Transforming Technique, which is highly toxic and has obvious characteristics. People from the Xingxiu Sect would know it at a glance, but he was hesitant, so he is not a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect.

But they were not from Lingjiu Palace. Lingjiu Palace was filled with women. As for the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands they had taken over, it was impossible for them to have the internal skills of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Then, could it be...Wuyazi's place? Wuyazi was now beside Su Xinghe in Qipan Mountain. Su Xinghe had several disciples, eight in total. Although Su Xinghe had expelled them from the sect, it was a pretense to protect them from being killed by Ding Chunqiu.

If he is really one of these eight people, could it be that one of them is the descendant of Li Zhengyan who escaped that year?

Zhao Ti looked at the scholar on the ground carefully and felt that he looked a little bit different. Li Zhengyan, who escaped that year, must have memorized a lot of Shanhaiguan's unique skills. The descendants he passed down would never be at the level of Su Xinghe's disciples, and they only had the internal strength of the Xiaoyao Sect.

He thought for a moment and said, "Throw all those tablets away!"

Bai Zhan and Su Da stepped forward, took down all the wooden plaques on the niche, then kicked over the offerings underneath and walked out the door.

The scholar on the ground looked angry but not sad...

(End of this chapter)