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

Chapter 173: The Great Zhoutian Battle

Overnight, he mastered the ninth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, which was unprecedented and will never be surpassed.

Zhao Ti then began to practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. He had learned most of this palm technique when he watched Huo Linglong fighting against the monks in Shouning Temple last year. Now he was just improving on what he had learned and linking the palm techniques together. It was much easier than learning internal skills.

More than half an hour later, he walked out of the room and saw Tong Guan standing in front of the door. He hurriedly saluted him.

Zhao Ti asked, "Are there any people from the Ming Cult going up the mountain?"

Tong Guan said: "Your Highness, no one has come to surrender."

Zhao Ti nodded. In the past seven or eight days, except for Huo Linglong and a few others, there were no other remnants of the Ming Cult coming. He had originally planned to leave after the banquet, but now it was time.

He thought for a moment and said, "Go and inform everyone to get ready. We will go to Bright Summit tomorrow."

Tong Guan agreed, and Zhao Ti turned back to his room to write a letter to the Pacifiers of Liangzhe and Liangjiang Routes, instructing them on some things that needed attention, and sent someone to deliver it.

The next day, he led his troops down the mountain and left directly.

Huo Linglong and the other three had their acupuncture points pressed and were tied up, and then they moved with the team. Only then did she realize that the other party were not heretics who wanted to seize the title of light, but were actually soldiers in disguise. She was dumbfounded and her face turned pale and blue.

After leaving Yushan, Zhao Ti did not return to the capital directly, but sent orders in the direction of Suzhou.

At this moment, Murong's father and son and four family generals are all being held in Tokyo, and they will probably be executed soon. He wants to go to Taihu Lake to resolve the matter of Chanhe Manor.

After all, there is no one in charge of the Murong family now, and only a few servants are left, so there is really no need for this manor to continue to exist.

Either destroy it directly or take it into the government's possession, but one has to take a look at it eventually. After all, there are still a lot of martial arts in Shi Shui Pavilion, which cannot be allowed to spread outside at will.

The journey was not fast and it took several days to reach Suzhou. A new prefect had already taken office in Suzhou. After entering the city to meet him, Zhao Ti asked the commander of the water camp to come over.

The commander of the water camp was already an acquaintance, and he hurriedly saluted when they met: "Your humble servant greets Your Highness..."

Zhao Ti looked at him and asked, "Have you been to Mantuo Villa recently?"

The commander of the water camp nodded hurriedly: "Your Highness, we go there once or twice a month."

Zhao Ti asked, "Is there anything unusual about Madam Wang of Mantuo Villa?"

The commander of the water camp scratched his head when he heard this: "Your Highness, this lady has indeed been a little strange in the past six months..."

"What's wrong?"

"Every time I see her, I feel like she's worried. Last year, His Highness asked me to look after her, so I asked her if she had encountered any bandits or the like, but she said nothing of the kind had happened. She looked like she was afraid of something."

Zhao Ti smiled slightly. Li Qingluo was terrified that Xiaoyaozi lived in Mantuo Villa, fearing that he would kill her if he didn't like her. She couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever seen a middle-aged scholar in a blue shirt when you were on the island?"

The naval commander shook his head and said, "Your Highness, that is not the case. I just wandered around the front hall to drink some tea and then left. I did not see the person Your Highness mentioned."

Zhao Ti pondered for a moment. Wang Yuyan's letter mentioned that Xiaoyaozi asked Li Qingluo to reserve a place behind the manor to teach her the Infinite Sea Treasure Scroll and did not allow anyone to enter. Naturally, Li Qingluo did not dare to ask the water camp commander to get close.

"Have you been to Canhe Village recently?"

The naval commander heard this and said, "Your Highness, we go here once a month, but only the old servant comes out to greet us. Master Murong has not returned."

Zhao Ti asked, "Is there anything unusual?"

The naval commander shook his head, but then nodded: "Your Highness, I think there seems to be something wrong with that old servant..."

"Oh?" Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

The naval commander pondered and said, "During the Qingming Festival, I went to Chanhe Manor and saw that the old servant looked unhappy and a little dazed and frightened. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say anything."

"Oh? Confused and frightened?" Zhao Ti said.

"Your Highness, this is the appearance. Unlike Madam Wang, this old servant seems to be frightened by something..." The commander of the water camp recalled: "I asked him but he didn't say anything. He muttered something I couldn't hear clearly. I suspect he is a little confused because of his age."

"During the Qingming Festival, have you been there in the past two months?" Zhao Ti frowned. "I went there last month, but I haven't been there this month." The commander of the water camp said.

"Was it any different when I went there last month?"

"Last month, I went to Chanhe Manor and saw that the old servant seemed to be even worse than during Qingming Festival. He gave incoherent answers to all the questions I asked him. He also said that the people in the manor had run away and he was old and had nowhere to go, so he was not afraid of anything and would rather die here. He then gave me a lot of money. I remembered what Your Highness had told me, so I accepted it all..."

Zhao Ti thought for a few moments and asked, "What does it mean that the man from the village ran away?"

The commander of the water camp said: "There are more than one servant in Chanhe Manor. From what he said, it seems that they have all left and he is the only one left. But I didn't see it with my own eyes, so I just thought he was talking nonsense."

Zhao Ti nodded: "Maybe I'm just confused because of my age."

The commander of the water camp said, "I think so too. I will go and see what the situation is in a few days."

Zhao Ti said, "There is no need to wait a few days. Prepare the boats now. I will take people to the manor tomorrow morning to check it out."

The water camp commander nodded and left.

In the evening, the governor of Suzhou held a banquet for Zhao Ti, and he returned to his room after the meal.

He thought for a while and began to practice Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. Since he acquired this martial art, he had only practiced it once. Although he had learned it, he had never used it.

At this moment, his internal strength was immense, and when he performed this skill, the candlelight in the room flickered continuously, the energy surged endlessly, and the objects on the tables and desks around him shook continuously, as if they were trying to move themselves.

At this time, the starlight outside the window was shining brightly, illuminating the lights in the room, as if they were attracting each other and reflecting each other...

Taihu Lake, Chanhe Village, the night is silent and still.

There is a gloomy place at the foot of the mountain behind Zhuanghou Island, with several tombs arranged in order. The words "Murong Bo" are engraved on the tombstone of the front tomb.

One of them is located at the back, which is larger than the other tombs. The four words "Murong Longcheng" are engraved in the middle of the stone tablet.

Inside this tomb, there is a narrow passage leading directly to a stone chamber below.

The stone chamber was originally dark, with only scattered starlight faintly falling through the winding air vents above.

But at this moment, a cluster of light suddenly appeared, followed by countless flames that ignited, a total of forty-nine clusters, illuminating the room.

The stone chamber was extremely spacious, with a huge coffin placed in the middle and a person sitting cross-legged on the coffin.

The man had a tall skeleton, but at this moment he looked shriveled, as if he had no flesh and blood, just skin and bones, with no human form at all.

As the stone chamber became brighter, the man slowly opened his eyes.

His eyeballs were also extremely dry and lifeless, and then they turned awkwardly, followed by the movement of his lips, and he suddenly took a deep breath.

Afterwards, he kept breathing in and out, as if he was using an extremely advanced internal energy technique. The lights in the stone room flickered, and the starlight that meandered in from the air vents shone on his face, gradually giving it some color.

His body gradually became fuller, his internal energy made his robes puff up, making a rustling sound, his flesh and blood seemed to be nourished and replenished, and after a while it was no longer shriveled, but became a tall old man with silver hair and beard.

There was a trace of confusion on his face. He looked forward and stretched out his hands skillfully. His movements were so fast that it was hard to describe. It was impossible to tell what they were, but they were extremely mysterious.

Then, forty-nine oil lamps between the stone walls, burning with unknown fuel, suddenly began to float up into the air and flew towards a headlight that was not lit.

All forty-nine flames hit the wick of the headlight, and the headlight suddenly lit up.

Then he moved his hands again, and half of the light from the big lamp was cut off, and shot back into forty-nine small lamps at an incredible speed, and the forty-nine small lamps were re-lit.

At this moment, all fifty lamps were on, illuminating the room as bright as day. The old man with white hair and beard on the coffin had a blank look on his face: "The Great Circulation of Heaven and Earth?"

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his arms: "Is this the name of this martial art?"

He slowly raised his head again, looking confused: "Then who am I?"

(End of this chapter)