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

Chapter 175 Special Temperament
"Back off!" Zhao Ti ordered with a serious expression.

The one who blew up the tomb was a top master. Although no one knew why the other party was hiding in the tomb, he was definitely not a zombie or ghost.

This man's martial arts skills are so high that, although it is unclear whether he can match the Sweeping Monk, he is definitely not comparable to the likes of Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui.

As for Xiaoyaozi, he had never seen him, so it was hard to confirm, but judging from the way this man came out of the tomb, he might be a master of the same level.

He stared at the man closely. He was an old man with messy silver hair and a snow-white beard. Strangely enough, he was wearing a bright red shroud.

Funeral attire!
Zhao Ti's eyes quickly swept across the collapsed tomb. The tombstone in front was tilted and about to fall, but the four words "Murong Longcheng" were still visible.

This is Murong Longcheng's tomb, and the man is wearing shrouds. A guess emerged in Zhao Ti's mind.

Could it be Murong Longcheng?

How old would Murong Longcheng be if he hadn't died?

He quickly recalled and thought that Murong Longcheng should be a few years older than Taizu. If he was still alive today, he would be around 160 or 170 years old.

Although it is said that if one practices martial arts to the highest level and reaches the pinnacle, with abundant Qi and blood, one can live a long life and easily exceed a hundred years old, it seems unlikely that one can live to be over 160 or 170 years old.

unless……

Zhao Ti stared at the old man with silver hair and white beard in front of him. At this moment, the man had already fallen from above.

Unless one practices a special martial art that is more powerful than the Xiaoyao Sect's Turtle Breathing Technique, similar to the Turtle Breathing Technique, which allows one to enter a state of suspended death, one might be able to live longer.

By this time the old man had already landed on the ground. Where his feet touched, stone chips flew everywhere with a loud bang. His expression was strange, half ferocious and half confused.

He first glanced at Zhao Ti and others, then his eyes fell between the graves, as if thinking about something.

Zhao Ti secretly signaled to everyone, asking them not to speak or move. If Murong Longcheng was really not dead, then this place was extremely empty, and these people might not be able to capture him. Even if they could stop him, it would be unlikely, and who knows how many people would be killed or injured.

Unless the army used crossbows to surround the village, but the 300 navy soldiers stayed on the shore and did not enter the village, even if they came in, they would not be of much use, because although the Taihu navy had bows in their hands, they were not equipped with crossbows each. Crossbows are more useful than bows, and the court banned crossbows but not bows among the people.

Murong Longcheng was known as the best martial artist in the martial arts world at the end of the Five Dynasties. Although this did not include horse fighting, with his martial arts at that level, he would be extremely powerful even in horse fighting.

Moreover, the core martial art of the Murong family, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, was created by him. Being able to create a martial art that is extremely powerful and can be called a unique martial art, means that one can be called a martial arts master. Throughout history, there are only a handful of people who can be called martial arts masters.

Zhao Ti kept his eyes on the old man, observing his every move.

The old man stood there in a daze for a while, then walked to the stone tablet of the ruined tomb, looked at it and muttered to himself: "Murong Longcheng?"

He frowned and said after a long while, "Is this Murong Longcheng's tomb? So... I am Murong Longcheng?"

The old man looked up to the sky and murmured, "But who is Murong Longcheng?"

His voice was not loud and almost no one heard it clearly, but Zhao Ti's martial arts skills had reached a very high level at this time, especially after the Sunflower Manual was completed. The purple cloud power and sunflower qi in it mixed into white and purple qi. He had sharp ears and eyes and could distinguish even the slightest sound.

When he heard this, his eyes suddenly tightened. What did this mean? What did this old man mean?

Previously, the old servant of Chanhe Manor said that he heard a voice coming from the cemetery last night, shouting "Who am I?", so was it this old man who made the sound?
If it was this old man who made the sound, combined with what he is saying now, could it be that... he has lost his memory?

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows. If the old man was indeed Murong Longcheng, relying on his peerless martial arts, the internal strength of the transformation realm, and using similar to the turtle breathing method, the withering and flourishing magic, the immortal seal method, the heavenly silkworm magic or some other advanced martial arts, it seems possible that he has faked his death until now. Then, why did the other party lose his memory?
Zhao Ti took a deep breath, but he couldn’t think of it for the time being, but it definitely wasn’t a disguise. The other party had no reason or need to disguise himself.

The old man had extremely long arms, his hands resting on the tombstone, and his body was surrounded by a special aura.

This temperament seemed to be somewhat out of tune with ordinary people, and for an instant made Zhao Ti think of the Sweeping Monk.

There is a special temperament in the Sweeping Monk, as if the old monk has had it since time immemorial. He blends in every blade of grass, every thing and every object around him, and his artistic conception is extremely unique.

The old man in front is somewhat similar, but seems to be between life and death. At the moment, he looks full of vitality, as if his blood is as vigorous as a furnace, but if you look closely, there is some deathly aura lingering around him, as if he will die soon.

Although his temperament is somewhat different from that of the Sweeping Monk, in Zhao Ti's eyes, they are actually of a similar state of mind, like people of the same kind. Perhaps it is because of their different martial arts that they appear so different, but in reality they are the same kind of image.

Zhao Ti looked thoughtful. Even though he had extremely strong internal strength and knew a lot of martial arts, he was afraid that he still would not be a match for this old man.

He was not sure that he could defeat the Sweeping Monk, and if the old man was of the same level as him, it would naturally be difficult for him to win.

But if the other party is really Murong Longcheng, it is hard to say whether he will take the initiative to attack. After all, his expression is quite strange, ferocious and confused, and he is in a state of amnesia. It is extremely difficult to predict whether he will go crazy and fight.

At this moment, the old man suddenly turned around, his silver hair fluttering, his big red birthday robe fluttering, and his lips moved as if he wanted to speak.

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes, moved his body, took two steps forward, and said loudly: "Senior, your magical power has been perfected and you have broken through the tomb. This is a great joy and cause for celebration. Congratulations to you, Senior!"

The old man looked at him, his voice a little low and hoarse, with a hint of indifference: "Who are you?"

"Senior?" Zhao Ti looked puzzled. "I am... a member of the Murong family of Chanhe Village!"

"A member of the Murong family?" The old man frowned and looked at the tombstone again: "So, I am this Murong Longcheng?"

"This..." Zhao Ti nodded vigorously: "The senior is naturally Murong Longcheng!"

The old man remained silent, as if pondering the name Murong Longcheng. After a long while, his brows were still furrowed as he slowly said, "I don't remember anything, but since I am in this tomb and wearing this attire, I think it should be this person..."

"Senior, do you not remember anything?" Zhao Ti showed a puzzled look: "Why is that? Senior was a genius of the Murong family, with unparalleled magical powers and no one in the world to fight against. How could you forget things?"

"I used the Great Circulation of Heavenly Qi to fake my death and recuperate, but for some reason someone changed my clothes and buried me for a real time. Maybe the shaking and shaking of the body vibrated my meridians, or maybe my true energy was disrupted after I faked my death. Do you know who buried me?" The old man suddenly snorted.

The Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi? Zhao Ti's mind was moved. What is the relationship between this skill and Dou Zhuan Xing Yi?
He said, "Senior has been in the tomb for a long time, probably more than a hundred years ago. I don't know what happened back then. If I hadn't inspected the island today, I wouldn't have known that you would break out of the tomb and I wouldn't have been able to greet you."

The old man asked, "Has this happened a hundred years ago?"

Zhao Ti nodded and said, "That's right. Senior has been buried underground. Time flies, and a hundred years have passed."

The old man's expression gradually calmed down, and he thought for a moment: "Except for martial arts, I can't remember anything else. I can't even remember the year..."

Zhao Ti's eyes sparkled as he said, "Don't worry, senior. Maybe he has been underground for too long and will recover after a while."

The old man looked at him and said slowly, "Since you are also from the Murong family, what is your name?"

(End of this chapter)