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

Chapter 145: Poetry Meeting, Prison

Mountain Scripture! Zhao Ti was startled when he heard this.

In the past, the Nan Tang Shanhai Temple had three core martial arts, namely the Huan Yin Finger, the Mountain Sutra, and the Infinite Sea Treasure Scroll.

When the Song army attacked Jinling, Li Zhengyan, grandson of Li Yu and son of Li Zhongyu, crown prince of Southern Tang, was trapped in Shanhai Temple and was rescued by a top master who risked his life.

After coming down from Leigushan Mountain, Zhao Ti once speculated that Xiaoyaozi was Li Zhengyan.

Because Wuyazi is not old enough, but Wuyazi's father is almost the same.

Since Li Zhengyan escaped from Shanhai Temple, he must have learned some martial arts skills. He either had a basic knowledge of martial arts before, or he started practicing martial arts for his own safety after escaping. In short, he must have learned martial arts, and his level of skills must not be too low.

It was impossible for him to feel at ease letting his son join other sects. After all, that time was different from today, and the time since the fall of Southern Tang was short, so he had to be careful and cautious everywhere.

Wuyazi joined the Xiaoyao Sect and eventually became its leader. Unless this sect was founded by Li Zhengyan himself, it can almost be concluded that Xiaoyaozi is Li Zhengyan.

It's just that the names of the martial arts of Wuyazi, Li Qiushui and Tong Lao are different from the core martial arts of Shanhai Temple. I don't know whether Li Zhengyan remembered the three unique martial arts or he changed them and modified them before passing them down.

The reason why the changes were made must be because they were afraid that the three would be revealed at random, be discovered by the Song Dynasty, and then be hunted down.

But no matter how it was modified and extracted, there was definitely no Phantom Yin Finger in it. Zhao Ti was sure of this, because there was no trace of this finger technique in the skills of Wuyazi and the other two.

He had thought about the Infinite Sea Treasure Scroll and the Mountain Character Scripture. The name of the Infinite Sea Treasure Scroll was more or less related to the North Sea, but as for the Mountain Character Scripture, he was completely confused.

At this moment, he heard about this martial art from Yelu Yanxi's mouth and was a little surprised.

Logically speaking, the core martial arts of the Southern Tang Shanhai Temple could not have been known to the Liao royal family, not to mention that the Shanhai Temple had been destroyed for more than a hundred years, unless Li Zhengyan had come here and passed it down.

After Li Zhengyan escaped from Shanhai Temple, the first thing he did was naturally to stay away from the Song Dynasty. It is very likely that he once fled to the Liao Kingdom. Does this mean that Li Zhengyan had a lineage in the Liao Kingdom?

He remained calm and looked at Yelu Yanxi and said, "I have indeed never heard of it. Could it be a secret martial art passed down by your royal family?"

Yelu Yanxi smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with the royal family. Anyway, Envoy Zhao has never heard of it. I am definitely not bragging when I say that I am a man of both literary and martial arts. I will compete with Envoy Zhao in literary talent at this poetry gathering. If Envoy Zhao is willing, we can compete in martial arts after the poetry gathering."

Zhao Ti shook his head and said, "I'm not good at martial arts, so forget about the martial arts competition."

Yelu Yanxi glanced at Yuan Xiaoxian, who blinked. Yelu Yanxi said, "If there is no competition in my Liao poetry gathering, then it's fine. But if someone wants to compete, there are prizes."

Zhao Ti asked, "What's the prize?"

Yelu Yanxi said: "Before the competition, each party will bet something on the other party, and the loser will give the thing to the winner."

Zhao Ti hesitated for a moment, "You want us to each place an item at stake, and then the loser's item will go to the winner? What if I don't want to place an item?"

Yelu Yanxi said: "It doesn't matter if the Zhao envoys don't dare to pledge. This matter will be recorded in the court records of my Great Liao. When the princes of Song are sent as envoys to the Great Liao, the poets and writers will be timid and dare not pledge anything. They have no confidence in their own literature. My Great Liao will also send people to Song to publicize it."

Zhao Ti laughed when he heard this, turned around and glanced at the room behind him, and said, "You don't want me to bet on that eagle, do you?"

Yelu Yanxi nodded desperately: "It's that eagle. Does the Zhao envoy dare?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Then let's bet on the carving. What will you give me if you lose?"

"Me?" Yelu Yanxi said, "I lose and you can choose whatever the Zhao envoy has. You can take whatever I have."

Zhao Ti asked, "Anything is fine?"

Yelu Yanxi said generously: "Of course anything is fine. Khitan men keep their words and will never go back on their word."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Write me a copy of the Shanzijing you just mentioned."

"Ah?" Yelu Yanxi was stunned when he heard this, then shook his head: "This, this is not possible..."

Zhao Ti said, "Didn't you just say you could have anything you wanted? Don't Khitan men keep their words?"

Yelu Yanxi's face flushed a little: "That skill was passed down by my master. It can't be all mine. I can't bet on it."

Zhao Ti nodded: "You are afraid of losing. You are not 100% sure of winning me. It seems that you don't have confidence either."

Yelu Yanxi was a little anxious: "Everything else is fine, but this is absolutely not. If Master knew about this, I'm afraid he would arrest me and punish me. Even His Majesty wouldn't be able to protect me."

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes when he heard this, wondering who on earth was the person who passed the Shanzijing to Yelu Yanxi? Even Yelu Hongji was not willing to plead for mercy.

"Then I'll go to your mansion to pick out a war horse." Zhao Ti said.

Yelu Yanxi nodded and said, "That's fine. Then in three days, please invite the Zhao envoy to attend the meeting at the Wenhua Palace. Your Majesty will personally preside over the meeting and decide on the rewards."

Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it won't be too late."

Then Yelu Yanxi and Yuan Xiaoxian turned around and walked out of the courtyard. Zhao Ti vaguely heard Yelu Yanxi ask Yuan Xiaoxian: "Sister, none of the provocations you taught me worked. Why did Envoy Zhao agree to the eagle bet directly?"

Yuan Xiaoxian said: "This matter is a little strange. There is a great poet of Song poetry in the delegation. Maybe... It seems that I need to discuss the rules carefully with Your Majesty..."

Zhao Ti watched the two people disappear from his sight, thought for a moment, and was about to go back into the house when he saw Su Shi coming towards him.

"Your Highness!"

Zhao Ti asked, "Why does Zizhan look so heavy?"

Su Shi shook his head: "Just now I heard Princess Cheng'an and Princess Cheng'an talking in the room. The Liao Emperor wants to hold a poetry meeting. He must want to show off his power and use it to suppress the culture of our Song Dynasty. But from what he said just now, it seems that he only wants Your Highness to write a poem?"

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "If we ask Zizhan to take action, wouldn't that be bullying? Who in Shangjing City can beat Mr. Dongpo? Yelu Hongji is just arrogant, not stupid."

Su Shi smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, this is not the time to flatter me. Although the Liao Dynasty's literary heritage cannot be compared with that of the Song Dynasty, after all, there are many people in the capital, and many officials have read all the articles since the Han and Jin Dynasties. Don't be careless."

Zhao Ti said: "Don't worry about it. What kind of brilliant articles can the Liao people produce? No matter how many books they read, they only know the results but not the reasons. They only know the surface and don't understand the meaning. Even if they write poems and lyrics, they are mostly imitating others and only make people laugh."

Su Shi heard this, and his beard trembled again and again. He thought to himself, "Your Highness, how dare you say that Liao people read books but don't understand their meaning? But you don't even read them at all!"

"Two days ago, I said I would give Your Highness some of the poems I had saved but had not yet published. What do you think about it?"

After arriving in Shangjing, he talked about this matter with Zhao Ti. He was worried that Yelu Hongji would hold a poetry meeting, so he wanted to give some manuscripts to Zhao Ti to memorize, but Zhao Ti refused.

"Zizhan thinks too simply." Zhao Ti shook his head: "If the topic is designated or drawn, then what's the point of memorizing it in advance? Besides, I can't take advantage of Zizhan, so there's no need to say more."

"Your humble servant, this is exactly what you are worried about." Su Shi looked worried.

Zhao Ti waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's just a poetry gathering. I know what to do." After saying that, he turned around and walked into the room to continue stroking his big eagle.

Tokyo City, the large vegetable garden of Xiangguo Temple.

At this moment, Feng Jiuquan felt that every part of his body was being grabbed by the middle-aged scholar in blue.

It's not just internal force, it's obvious that the flesh and blood are being torn apart, and the meridians are shaking.

He tried his best to resist, using all his decades of skills, but he was still unable to withstand the increasingly powerful suction force from the opponent.

What kind of martial arts is this? The opponent looks young, but how come his internal strength seems to be several times stronger than mine?
Feng Jiuquan's face turned horrified. He couldn't use any other skills at this moment. He was proficient in many martial arts, but he had no chance to use them.

Seeing the two people getting closer and closer, Feng Jiuquan felt that his body was about to fall apart, but suddenly the sucking force loosened abruptly, followed by a violent shock. He screamed and staggered backwards, retreating more than ten steps and almost sitting on the ground. He swayed a few times before he stabilized his body.

He knew that the other party had stopped, so he took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his face, and wanted to speak, but he saw that the blue-shirted scholar and the girl were already walking out of the garden.

Seeing this, he hurriedly took two steps forward, intending to catch up with the other party and ask him what kind of magical skill this was, but on the third step he slowly stopped, sighed, and shook his head.

He glanced at everyone in the palace, put his hands behind his back in a somewhat bored manner, murmured a few lines of poetry, went out from the other side of the vegetable garden, and returned to the Wude Division.

When he arrived at the Wude Division, he saw the majestic man in black robe sitting in the pavilion drinking tea. He went in and poured himself a cup of tea, gulped it down, and then said, "I've asked the supervisor to laugh at me."

The majestic man in black robe smiled and said, "The results of the battle have indeed been reported back. That person's martial arts skills are unfathomable, and it seems that he has not yet used his full strength. Director Feng does not need to worry too much. By the way, Elder Liu asked Director Feng to come over. He has something to ask."

"Master Liu wants to see me?" Feng Jiuquan was stunned: "I'll go over now."

Then he left the pavilion and walked deeper into the mansion, passing several halls and arriving in front of a small palace.

I went up the steps and was about to knock on the door when a voice as clear as water came from inside: "Come in."

"Yes." Feng Jiuquan responded, opened the door and walked into the hall.

The windows of this small temple were all open, with the breeze blowing in gently, and the surroundings were decorated in a very poetic and picturesque way.

A man in green clothes was standing in front of the palace wall, looking at a scroll painting. The painting depicted falling spring rain, mountains, rivers and countryside, a small bridge and flowing water, and a scholar walking across the bridge with an umbrella.

Feng Jiuquan walked forward, bowed, and said, "Master Liu."

The man in green turned around and turned out to be a hale and hearty old man with a light beard and sparkling eyes. It was obvious that he must have been a handsome man when he was young, and he still looked quite dignified even now.

"Tell me about that man's martial arts." Old Liu smiled slightly.

"Yes." Feng Jiuquan recounted the entire fight between him and Xiaoyaozi in detail, leaving out not a single detail.

After a moment, Old Liu's eyes became brighter and he said softly, "Interesting..."

Xiaoyaozi took Wang Yuyan and walked out of the city. Wang Yuyan didn't say anything. All she could think about was how she would ask about her mother's letter when she returned to Mantuo Villa.

Seeing her silence, Xiaoyaozi smiled and said, "My dear granddaughter, do you want to know what martial arts your great-grandfather used just now?"

Wang Yuyan was startled and shook her head, "I don't want to know."

Xiaoyaozi's smile froze a little when he heard this, but then he smiled again and said, "What I just used was the Li family's ancestral martial arts Wulianghai Baolu. Don't you want to know what is recorded in the treasure scroll?"

Wang Yuyan glanced at him and said, "Boundless Sea Treasure Scroll? This name sounds pretty good."

Xiaoyaozi showed a trace of worry and stroked his forehead with his hand.

Just as he was leaving the gate of Tokyo, he was thinking about what to say when a man in black came towards him.

The man in black walked hurriedly but silently, and seemed to be in a hurry to get into the city.

Xiaoyaozi and the man in black walked to opposite sides, and the man in black did not dodge too much.

When they passed each other, the man in black slightly raised his elbow, but Xiaoyaozi's body did not move at all, and he continued to move forward in the same posture.

The man in black suddenly stopped and looked back with a thoughtful look on his face.

But after a moment, he took a breath, a trace of determination appeared on his slightly old face, and he continued to walk quickly into the city.

Xiaoyaozi had a hint of mockery on his face, and he muttered to himself inaudibly: "Time has changed? Are you in such a hurry to enter Tokyo City to die..."

Ministry of Justice, Ministry of Justice Prison.

As the largest prison in the entire capital area, and even in the entire Song Dynasty, only Kaifeng Prefecture Prison can be compared with it.

However, many of the prisoners in Kaifeng Prefecture Prison did not have such serious crimes. It was not like the Ministry of Justice Prison, which was full of criminals sentenced to death.

At this time, five people were imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison's No. A area. The No. A area was a special place in the prison for imprisoning prisoners who had evil intentions and intended to rebel. At this moment, only these five people were imprisoned here, occupying five cells.

In a cell near the back, Murong Fu was handcuffed with chains on his hands and feet and tied to an iron pillar.

The prison was dim and he huddled in a corner with his eyes open, filled with resentment.

When he came in, all his martial arts skills were wasted, and he went from being a master to being worse than an ordinary person.

It was late autumn at this moment, and the cell was cold and gloomy. He had lost his inner strength, and his clothes were thin, so he shivered violently.

Then his mouth opened involuntarily, and a snow-white object came out from it. It was about the thickness of a finger and two or three inches in size. It moved around very quickly.

It turned out to be a small silkworm with a completely white body. It ran around in the cell and returned to him. Then, the silkworm's body moved up and down, as if it was absorbing the cool air in his body. After a moment, Murong Fu no longer felt so cold and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

This silkworm was found from someone from the Xingxiu Sect that day, and he didn't find out any detailed origins. It seemed like it was snatched from a monk. He thought it was a strange object, so he kept it with him.

In the battle of Leigushan, he was hit by Zhao Tihuan's Yin Finger, and his whole body was icy. The coldness entered his body, and the silkworm actually broke out of the box and drilled into his body, and then never came out again until he entered the Ministry of Justice prison, then it drilled out of his mouth, absorbing the cool air inside and outside, as if it liked the cold very much.

After a while, the silkworm crawled into his mouth again. After a while, he felt dizzy and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know how long it had been when he suddenly heard someone outside the door calling softly: "Fuer, is that Fuer..."

He heard someone calling his nickname, opened his eyes, and saw a man in black standing outside the prison door. He didn't look like a prison guard, so he quickly answered, "It's me, who are you?"

The man in black said nothing upon hearing this, but reached out to open the prison door. However, before the door was opened, blazing torches suddenly lit up everywhere outside.

Then I heard the soldiers shouting, and a sturdy voice sneered: "How dare you come to the Ministry of Justice to kidnap someone!"

(End of this chapter)