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

Chapter 136 The Mysterious Man in Blue

Li Qingluo was shocked and stood up immediately: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged scholar in blue shirt looked her up and down, and a trace of disgust gradually appeared on his face which originally showed no joy or sadness.

Li Qingluo felt as if her body was being pulled by an invisible energy force, and her qi, blood and internal strength began to throb and churn, causing her to feel extremely terrified.

The martial arts skills of the person in front of her were so high that she had never seen them before. She had never thought about it, who was this person? What was he doing in Mantuo Villa?
The middle-aged scholar withdrew his gaze, wandered around the study hall for a few steps, and suddenly said: "Your talent is too poor, it's simply too poor, but it's no wonder, how could those two idiots give birth to offspring with good talent, but compared with them, you are a world apart."

"You, you..." Li Qingluo's expression was uncertain. She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, could this person know his parents? She said, "Who are you? What are you doing in my Mantuo Villa?"

"Who am I?" The middle-aged scholar raised his head slightly, looking at the beams above the study hall, and sighed after a moment: "Having a descendant like you who has extremely poor talent is simply a disgrace to my reputation, but...what can I do? This is God's will, this is God's will."

"You..." Li Qingluo's face was filled with anger. The man looked only slightly older than her, so how could he say that he was his descendant? She mustered up her courage and said, "Don't talk nonsense. My father's name is Wuyazi. I am not your descendant. You are too old..."

"Your father?" The middle-aged scholar shook his head and sneered, "He is just a fool. He is neither good at literature nor martial arts. He doesn't even understand some trivial things. He is extremely ignorant. But you are even worse than him. It really proves the saying that each generation is worse than the previous one!"

Li Qingluo's expression suddenly became strange after hearing this. Stupid kid?
She knew her life experience and the origins of her parents clearly, and she still had the impression from her childhood. Wuyazi's appearance still existed in her memory to some extent. Now, looking at the middle-aged scholar in front of her, she vaguely felt that her father Wuyazi was somewhat similar to him.

And hearing the other party's tone of voice as an elder before, and now calling his father a fool, could it be... But how is that possible!

"Don't think about it." Seeing her look of surprise, the middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "Use your brain to do other things. Your father Wuyazi and your mother Li Qiushui are both my disciples. Wuyazi... is also my son."

"You, you are talking nonsense..." Even if she thought about it in her heart, it was different from what the other party said out loud. Li Qingluo couldn't help but refute it out loud. This was simply impossible.

Ding Chunqiu once told her about the origins of her parents. They came from a martial arts sect called Xiaoyao in the West, and her parents were senior and junior brothers and sisters, and were disciples of Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Xiaoyao sect.

But Ding Chunqiu had never seen Xiaoyaozi. According to Ding Chunqiu, Xiaoyaozi was already over a hundred years old and should no longer be alive. Even if he was still alive, he could not be so young.

Moreover, the scribe in front of him said that his father was his son, which was simply nonsense: "How can my father be your son at your age?"

"Ignorance." The middle-aged scholar seemed to disdain explanations and said indifferently: "Originally, I had no intention of looking for you, but I suddenly had a whim and wanted to travel around. I was stupid. I wanted to see what his descendants were like and whether I could train them to inherit the Li family's tradition. I didn't expect that you were worse than him. I am really disappointed!"

"I..." Li Qingluo's face turned red and white. She shouldn't have believed it, but the opponent's martial arts was so ridiculously high that it was extremely difficult for her to use her luck at this moment. She felt like she was suppressed by the opponent's released aura.

"I still don't believe it. Father's disciples don't..."

"What do those people know? Only your father and his two senior brothers and sisters know about this. The Li family is the descendant of the old Southern Tang Dynasty and has only survived in the past hundred years." When he said this, the middle-aged scholar showed a hint of self-mockery.

"Are there any descendants of the Southern Tang still alive?" Li Qingluo was shocked. This was something Ding Chunqiu had not said. But even though she was in the martial arts world, she knew that when the city of Jinling was broken, the emperor surrendered and led a group of royal family members in the city to Tokyo Kaifeng. How could there be any descendants still alive?

Seeing Li Qingluo's expression, the middle-aged scholar said calmly: "My lineage is the royal lineage, which has been cut off in Songjing."

Li Qingluo was speechless when she heard this. If the person in front of her was really Xiaoyaozi, and she was also her grandfather, why did he look so young? Could it be that practicing martial arts to the pinnacle could keep one's appearance unchanged? Aging has always been a concern for her, but if practicing martial arts to the pinnacle could keep one's youth, she would be even more annoyed, because she really had poor talent.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes showed disdain again, and he asked, "You have a daughter?"

Li Qingluo nodded hurriedly: "Yes, there is a daughter, her name is Wang Yuyan."

The middle-aged scholar frowned and asked, "How can the surname be Wang?"

Li Qingluo was embarrassed and stammered, "Yes, it really shouldn't be Wang. It should be Duan. His biological father is from the Duan family of Dali, Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan."

The middle-aged scholar said unhappily, "I mean why not have the surname Li? Since she is my descendant, she must have the surname Li. Why Wang or Duan? Li Qiushui's original surname was Mo Zang. It was only after she entered my sect that she changed her surname to a Han surname."

"Ah?" Li Qingluo felt that she was really stupid when she heard that. She was thinking about other things, but she didn't know how to answer. She looked inferior and embarrassed.

"How is her talent for martial arts?" The middle-aged scholar pondered for a moment, "Everyone in the Duan family practices martial arts. I once met Duan Sicong. He has good talent, but... he is far inferior to me."

"She didn't learn martial arts..." Li Qingluo said with her head down.

"Why don't you learn? Is my talent not as good as yours?" The middle-aged scholar frowned.

"Yan'er's talent should be better than mine, but she doesn't like fighting and killing, so she doesn't study. But she... can remember everything she sees!"

"Photographic memory?" The middle-aged scholar said, "That's nothing, but it's better to waste less time. Watching others practice can help you learn something. People with real talent can learn it once they learn it, and they can understand it once they think about it. If they encounter bottlenecks, they will break through them in a short time and won't be blocked for too long."

"This... I don't know." Li Qingluo shook her head.

"Where is she now? Call her over so I can see her." The middle-aged scholar said, "Although she sounds better than you, I still need to see her to know."

"Yan'er is not in Mantuo Villa, she is, at..." Li Qingluo's expression became a little unnatural when she said this. The Southern Tang was destroyed by the Song Dynasty. She didn't know if the other party would be angry and ashamed if she said she followed the King of Yan of the Song Dynasty.

"Where are you? Did you go to the city?" The middle-aged scholar saw that she looked strange and said, "Tell me the truth. Even if you are my descendant, I don't mind killing you. It would save you from living in the world and bringing disgrace to my identity and reputation."

"She followed Prince Yan to Tokyo." Li Qingluo shuddered when she heard this and dared not lie, so she blurted out.

"The King of Yan? The King of Yan from Song?" The middle-aged scholar looked thoughtful. "Why should I go to Tokyo with him?"

How could Li Qingluo say that Zhao Ti had brought this up on his own initiative? She also hoped that her daughter would follow him and marry into the palace to benefit from his favor. If she said it, she was afraid that he would slap her to death. At this moment, she could not think of a reason after thinking about it, so she had to use her own affairs as a shield, saying that her daughter could not bear to know her true life experience, and it happened that Prince Yan passed by here to suppress bandits, so after getting to know him, she went to Tokyo to relax.

The middle-aged scholar nodded and said, "In that case, I will go to Tokyo to see her. If she has good talent, I will take her with me and let her learn martial arts. She will be the successor of my Li family in the future."

Li Qingluo's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. She felt that her beautiful dream was about to be shattered. What good would it be to learn martial arts? How could it be better than marrying into the palace?

She said carefully, "Didn't my father Wuyazi inherit the Xiaoyao Sect and become the descendant of the Nan Tang Li family?" The middle-aged scholar showed a little disdain at the corner of his mouth, "That idiot has a lot of messed up thoughts in his head. He has only petty cleverness, but no real wisdom. How can he be considered my descendant? Besides, the Xiaoyao Sect is the Xiaoyao Sect, and my Nan Tang Li family is the Li family. They cannot be confused."

Li Qingluo didn't understand what the other party meant, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she just nodded.

The middle-aged scholar glanced at her and said nothing more. He turned and walked out the door, using his shape-shifting skills again. After a few breaths, he disappeared into the distance.

Li Qingluo pondered in her heart, not knowing whether what this person said was true or not. Even if he was really her grandfather and his martial arts skills had reached perfection, it couldn't ruin her dream. She had a bad life. Her parents abandoned her, she couldn't learn martial arts, she met the wrong person, and everything was not going well for her. Now she wanted to rely on her daughter to change her family's fate and the way she lived. How could she let others ruin her dream? No one could stand in her way.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, spread out paper and ground ink, and wrote a letter to Zhao Ti, detailing the matter in detail. Then she sealed it with a wax ball and sat down to think about who to send to Tokyo to report.

She couldn't go by herself because the other party had already recognized her. If they met her on the way, they would see through her intentions and kill her directly. She had to send someone to deliver the message, but she had to send someone who was familiar with Zhao Ti or his men. Otherwise, the royal palace was a place like the sea, and the marquis's mansion was deep and deep. She was afraid that the mansion wouldn't even be able to get close to the gate.

After thinking for a while, it seemed that only the little maid Youcao was familiar with Zhao Ti and his group, so he stood up, went outside the door to observe carefully, and went straight to look for...

After Zhao Ti returned from Prince Duan's Mansion, he spent a few days of free time and decided to go north on a diplomatic mission to the Liao Kingdom.

He finalized some discussion details with Zhao Xu in the palace, and then returned home to prepare.

The tasks assigned to me in the mansion were simple, unlike last time when I left in a hurry and the tasks I had to complete were more serious.

Everyone knew he was going on a diplomatic mission this time, and the people in the mansion were well prepared. Wang Yuyan and Azhu were not as nervous as last time.

However, Zhao Ti still instructed the two girls that if they went out for fun, they must bring Tong Guan and Zheng Fu with them. Not only were they good at martial arts, they were also officials, so they could easily deal with any trouble they encountered. The two girls naturally agreed.

A day later, the delegation left the capital and headed for Hebei.

In addition to Huang Shang, there were several people around Zhao Ti in this delegation. He brought Wei Hanchen, Zhou Tong, Wang Chengzong and Zhu Chuyi, all of whom also held official positions and were on the list.

The rest were more than 20 low-level officials from various ministries, including Yuwenlang, Military Equipment Inspector, and 100 imperial guards.

After leaving the capital, he crossed the Yellow River and headed towards Dingzhou. Soon he entered Dingzhou. When he arrived at the city gate, Su Shi was waiting in line with a group of officials to greet him.

This was not the first time Zhao Ti had seen Su Shi. He had recognized him when he was in the palace. Now looking at this Mr. Dongpo, his face was still handsome, but a little thin. However, his big beard was still the same.

Although Su Shi came out to greet him, his attitude was not enthusiastic. He did not care much about Zhao Ti's support for restoring the new law and abolishing the old law. In his eyes, both laws had drawbacks and neither was perfect.

What he cared about was that Zhao Ti took the lead in this matter, which led to his brother Su Che being demoted successively. At this moment, he had been demoted to the position of Zuo Chaoyi Dafu and Shi Shaofujian, and was assigned to live in Nanjing and Yunzhou.

As they were separated by so many miles, the two brothers had fewer and fewer opportunities to meet, and they felt a little resentful.

Zhao Ti looked at Su Shi's expression and knew what he was thinking. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Su Anfu, I haven't seen you for five or six years. How have you been?"

Su Shi said: "The last time I saw the Prince of Yan, he was still in the palace. At that time, the Empress Dowager was still alive and the court was peaceful. Now time flies like an arrow, and I didn't expect that several years have passed. People and things have changed, and the times have changed.

Zhao Ti could hear the resentment in his words, and couldn't help but shook his head and said with a smile: "Zizhan, let's talk about it when we get back to the state government office."

Then he went into the city and sat down in the government office. When the tea came, Zhao Ti took two sips and said slowly, "This king and the emperor have asked Zizhan to accompany me on the mission to Liao."

"So it's the Prince of Yan?" Su Shi was surprised and said, "Originally, I was waiting to be exiled, but who knew that the imperial edict came to send me to the Liao Kingdom as a deputy envoy."

Zhao Ti glanced at him and tapped the table with his fingers: "You are about to be demoted. If you don't go on a diplomatic mission, you will go all the way south and go straight outside the mainland."

Su Shi was shocked when he heard this and said, "My hometown is where my heart is. I have been demoted for many years and I am used to it."

Zhao Ti said: "You are calm as water, not surprised by praise or criticism, and you have learned a lot of Zen from Monk Yuan."

Liaoyuan is Foyin, with whom Su Shi has a close friendship and they often debate with each other.

Su Shi was silent for a few breaths: "Why did the King of Yan ask me to go on the mission with him?"

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said, "I remember that Zizhan worked hard every day to control floods and cultivate farmland in Xuzhou, Huangzhou and other places, and he made great achievements in politics."

Su Shi bowed his head slightly and said: "Most of the past events are forgotten. The King of Yan remembered them, and I am deeply moved."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "I know you invented a kind of food called gifted meat over there. I came here to try it."

"Yan Wang..." Su Shi's mouth twitched, and he raised his head: "I can be the meat, but if this matter gets out, it will seem like I am trying to curry favor with the emperor, and I am a treacherous and treacherous person, which is not worthy of human contempt."

Zhao Ti shook his head and said, "Apart from being a butcher, don't you know anything about the Liao Kingdom? Can't you help?"

"This..." Su Shi suddenly realized, "During the time I have been in Dingzhou, I have been on patrol at the border and have become familiar with the transactions at the market. I also have a good idea of the Khitan people's behavior."

Zhao Ti said, "That's it. We may go to Shangjing this time. You, Zizhan, will tell us the details of the transaction."

Su Shi stood up and saluted, saying, "I obey your command."

The next day, the delegation was ready and began to leave Dingzhou and head towards the border.

A few days later, they arrived at the border between Song and Liao. The team was about to head towards the market when they suddenly heard a loud noise of quarreling coming from behind a hill on one side.

(End of this chapter)