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

Chapter 177 Carefree in the Wind
Now that summer has arrived, the scenery of Mantuo Villa is charming, with many varieties of camellia, colorful, delicate and beautiful.

The fragrance of flowers wafted in the wind, elegant, sweet, refreshing and refreshing, making everyone on the boat feel relaxed and happy.

Murong Longcheng stood at the bow of the ship, a look of doubt on his face.

He said, "What kind of flowers are grown on this island? The fragrance seems familiar."

Zhao Ti said: "Senior, this place is mostly camellia, which is rare in the Central Plains. It comes from Dali."

Murong Longcheng groaned for a moment, "But I can't remember it. Maybe I've been to Dali before, or I have old friends there, so I feel like I've seen it before."

Zhao Ti said, "You traveled all over the world more than a hundred years ago, so it's possible that you've been there, and it's hard to say whether you know some people there. There are many camellias in Dali, and they are grown in the mountains and in the countryside."

Murong Longcheng nodded: "Time flies by, years go by, even if there were old friends, they didn't have the skills like the Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, so I think they are long gone and turned into a pile of yellow earth."

Zhao Ti said: "The predecessor's supernatural powers are unparalleled, and his long life is endless. Naturally, no one can compare to him. The old friend does not see the moon today, but the moon today once shone on the old friend. This kind of thing is really touching."

Murong Longcheng sighed softly, "That being said, what is the difference between the time spent in the tomb and real death? Those years are probably not counted. If you look at it this way, I actually didn't live that many extra years."

Zhao Ti said: "Senior, you are too modest."

Murong Longcheng shook his head: "The past and present are just a moment, nothing is like this."

At this time, the boat was approaching the island, and the scenery became more beautiful. The willows on the shore swayed in the wind, and the lotus leaves were touching. The tea trees outside the village were colorful and intoxicated.

Zhao Ti asked, "Senior, do you want to go in directly or introduce yourself?"

Murong Longcheng said: "Since you are all from Jianghu families, even if you have a grudge against each other, there is no need to force your way in. If the other party ignores you, it will not be too late to enter directly."

Zhao Ti said: "Senior, you are so righteous that Xiaoyaozi cannot even come close to you. This person is usually very rude and has no ambition or courage like you."

Murong Longcheng smiled when he heard this: "Even if we fight for our own interests and fight to the death, since we are in a high position, how can we ignore our reputation and status and let others talk about us?"

Zhao Ti said: "Senior, you are upright and honest, like the bright moon on the mountain. I admire you. Now I will speak to you."

Murong Longcheng nodded, and Zhao Ti raised his hands and shouted to the shore: "Hey, Xiaoyaozi and Li Qingluo, listen up, Murong Fu from Chanhe Village has brought a challenge, why don't you come out to greet him quickly, sprinkle water on the road, bow your heads and confess your guilt, and then I will spare your lives."

His voice was so loud, and as he used his internal energy, it almost echoed through the sky, covering the entire island, with echoes overlapping one after another.

Murong Longcheng glanced at him and said, "Young man, your skills are so powerful that I didn't even reach that level when I was your age."

Zhao Ti said shyly: "I am just bluffing, how can I compare with you, seniors? If I really have your abilities, I wouldn't be bullied by Mantuo Villa and forced to leave all the time."

Murong Longcheng shook his head slowly: "Your internal strength is not as good as that person's. Even in the martial arts world of my time, this person was considered a top master."

Zhao Ti's eyes sparkled: "Senior, please be cautious and don't hold back. I look forward to drinking and chatting with you at Chanhe Manor."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from the island ahead. Dozens of maids in black ran out of the manor, each holding a long sword that was shining coldly. Li Qingluo was in the middle of them.

The boat docked, and Zhao Ti jumped off first. He looked at the people coming over and pointed, "Li Qingluo, where is Xiaoyaozi? Murong Fu and his seniors are here to seek revenge!"

Li Qingluo was stunned when she heard this. She looked at Zhao Ti, then looked at Murong Longcheng who was getting off the boat. Her throat rolled over and she was slightly stunned.

Zhao Ti frowned. This Li Qingluo's brain was not working very well. He turned his back to Murong Longcheng and said, "Why are you still in a daze? Can't my Murong family from Chanhe Manor come here to take revenge? Or do you think my Murong family dare not take the initiative to come to your Mantuo Manor?"

Li Qingluo finally calmed down. Although she didn't know why Zhao Ti came to Jiangnan again and disguised himself as Murong Fu, she knew that he must have important business. Her face immediately darkened and she said coldly, "Murong Fu, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Ti said, "You, Mantuo Villa, have been trying to drive my Murong family out of Taihu Lake for many years, using every possible means. This is really too much. Today, my senior has returned to seek an explanation from you. Where is Xiaoyaozi?"

Li Qingluo's face twitched: "Murong Fu, you want to look for my grandfather?"

Zhao Ti dodged to the side, letting Murong Longcheng pass, and snorted coldly: "My senior is here, tell Xiaoyaozi to come out and die quickly, don't hide in the manor and dare not show up!"

Li Qingluo secretly glanced at Murong Longcheng and thought that he must be a master, otherwise His Highness would not have brought him here.

But she thought again, her grandfather's martial arts skills were unparalleled, and Her Highness had never seen it with her own eyes. Although this old man looked very imposing, could he be a match for her grandfather?

It would be bad if I couldn't defeat my grandfather and hurt His Highness.

Seeing her uncertain expression, as if she was hesitating, Zhao Ti could not help but shout again, shaking the island: "Xiaoyaozi, come out and die!"

Then a voice came from behind the island: "Who are you, little scoundrel? Are you tired of living?"

Soon after the voice fell, a blue figure appeared from the manor as if he had changed his position. Every time he took a step, he would instantly appear in front of him. His movements were so fast that people could not catch any trace at all.

Zhao Ti's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. What a high level of martial arts skill! This must be Xiaoyaozi.

He hurriedly retreated to Murong Longcheng's side and whispered, "Senior, the enemy is coming."

Murong Longcheng had a blank expression on his face and nodded slightly. He saw a middle-aged scholar in blue standing in front of Li Qingluo.

This scholar had dragon-like eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, a face as handsome as jade, a thin beard, and his expression showed no sadness or joy. His temperament was hazy, as if he had blended into the water and sky of this small island.

Zhao Ti looked at Xiaoyaozi carefully. This was Li Zhengyan, the grandson of Li Yu, the last emperor of Southern Tang.

He was the only one of the Li family members who escaped. Taizong could not find him during his twenty years in office. A hundred years passed, but this person is still at large in the world.

Murong Longcheng and Taizu are of the same generation, while Li Zhengyan is two generations younger, but he is also over 120 years old.

Zhao Ti saw that he looked no more than forty years old. He was certain that he must have drunk the Changchun Spring water in the Eternal Spring Valley, which was why he had maintained his unchanged appearance.

However, a question arose in his mind. In his memory, the spring water in the Eternal Spring Valley had side effects. Although drinking it could keep one's youthful looks forever, it would be difficult for one to leave the valley again.

Once you leave the valley and stay there for a while, your "black hair will turn snow-white, your back will become hunched, your face will become full of wrinkles, and within a few days you will seem to be a hundred years older, and within a few more days you will be dead."

Moreover, once you run out of the valley, it would be extremely difficult to find them again. This is why Duan Yu took everyone for a walk in the legendary mountain, thought about it, and then left in high spirits, but returned in disappointment and no longer continued to look for the valley.

How did Xiaoyaozi manage to leave the Eternal Spring Valley and still maintain his appearance and immortality?
At this time, Xiaoyaozi's eyes swept over here and fell on Murong Longcheng: "Are you looking for death?"

He heard what Zhao Ti had just said, about Chanhe Manor, Murong family, and seeking revenge on him. Although it was completely unfounded, he didn't bother to ask for explanations.

Anyone who was disrespectful in his presence would be beaten to death. Even if it was his own granddaughter Li Qingluo, who looked stupid, he wanted to beat her to death several times.

What's more, these people in front of him actually dared to call him by his name and said they would kill him. They wanted him to bow his head and confess his guilt in order to save his life. The two words "confession" were the two things he hated most in his life!

Murong Longcheng said calmly: "Xiaoyaozi?"

Xiaoyaozi snorted coldly: "What a rare master, I wonder from which corner of the mountain, from which withered graveyard he crawled out!"

When Murong Longcheng heard the words 'withered grave and wild mound', his face turned cold. His originally dual expressions of ferocity and confusion were now completely covered by ferocity. He thought to himself, the young man was right, he is indeed a very rude person.

"Xiaoyaozi, originally I just wanted to teach you a lesson, but you don't want to live anymore. It seems that it is better not to stay in Mantuo Villa."

"Teach me a lesson?" Xiaoyaozi sneered coldly when he heard this: "I'm afraid that you, a rotten and dying man, don't have such ability!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him instantly condensed into substance, and an invisible energy surged out, surging like a mountain. It contained the power to destroy everything, and it was indestructible and rolled towards the front.

Zhao Ti's expression changed and he said, "Get out of the way!"

After saying that, he pulled Ah Zhu to the side. Tong Guan, Jiumozhi, Zhou Tong and five or six others all tried their best to dodge far away.

The strong energy rushed towards Murong Longcheng, but Murong Longcheng put his hands behind his back and did not move.

The energy hit his body like a hurricane, making his clothes rustle violently and fly backwards. His silver hair was like snow, flying in the air. He stood within the energy, his body whirring, but he was not hurt at all.

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows upon seeing this and pulled Ah Zhu back a few steps.

"What a great martial art for transferring force, it can actually leave no trace. It's a pity that it's of little use!" Xiaoyaozi said lightly with a blank expression.

Murong Longcheng suddenly sneered: "I think I have seen your martial arts, but it is of no use!"

After he finished speaking, the fingers behind his back trembled slightly, and then several gusts of wind came out from behind him, almost condensed into a color, slightly dark blue, running away in all directions, all shooting towards Xiaoyaozi.

The Chanhe Finger? The Chanhe Finger can actually be used like this? Zhao Ti couldn't help but narrow his eyes from a distance. How strong a force must one have to support so many finger winds? Moreover, the dark and deep winds of this finger wind were consistent with the tragic events of the Chanhe Pond that the Murong family had experienced in the past.

Xiaoyaozi waved one of his sleeves, sweeping Li Qingluo and others aside, and with the other sleeve he waved in front of him. Suddenly, a stream of energy was pushed out like a mountain, colliding with the finger wind, making a "chi chi" sound.

Murong Longcheng's body swayed and slid away without a trace. Xiaoyaozi also moved forward, and the two collided with each other in an instant. A violent gust of wind seemed to explode, spreading from the middle of the ground to both sides. All the green grass was lifted up and rolled up. Even a straw stick or a piece of soil was full of energy at this time. If it hit a person, it would either kill him or seriously injure him.

The two figures could not be seen clearly in the energy. Only blue and green, the colors of their robes, were entangled together, like two balls of dazzling light, dancing like a startled swan and daring like a swimming dragon, colliding endlessly.

Zhao Ti watched all this intently, the moves of the two were so fast that even he could not see them clearly. As for Tong Guan, Jiumozhi and others beside him, they could not even see one tenth of the scene.

At this moment, a figure rushed out from the manor very quickly. It was obvious that he had good martial arts skills. Zhao Ti turned around and saw that it was Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan was wearing a moon-white silk dress with delicate light blue daffodil patterns embroidered on the hem. The light gauze shawl fluttered in the wind, making her look like a fairy floating on the water.

Seeing the situation on the field, her body couldn't help but pause for a moment, then she looked at Zhao Ti who was watching the fight not far away, and immediately moved again, and was nearby in a flash.

Zhao Ti nodded slightly at her. She was immediately startled and didn't dare to speak without permission. Her cheeks turned red.

Just now, when Queen Zhuang heard Zhao Ti's call, she was stunned at first, and then she thought to herself that this was the voice of His Highness, but why did he say that?
Xiaoyaozi came to the front of the village and told her not to leave, but she refused to listen. She felt like her heart was beating like a deer, feeling shy and worried.

It has been several months since I last saw Xiu Se. I wonder if Zhao Ti will come to see her when he goes to the south of the Yangtze River and comes to Mantuo Villa again.

He was worried that the words Zhao Ti shouted would anger his great-grandfather. His great-grandfather was the best in the world in martial arts and no one would be his match. What would he do if he hurt Zhao Ti?

Seeing that Zhao Ti did not take action and was standing in the distance watching the fight, he signaled with his eyes that there must be a reason for his words just now, so he did not speak, but just looked at the other party with his beautiful eyes, unable to look away.

Zhao Ti glanced at the field and saw that the fight was fierce. It was obvious that the difference in martial arts between Murong Longcheng and Xiaoyaozi was not that great. Both of them were knowledgeable and their internal strength was almost endless. It was difficult to determine the winner in a short time.

He retreated a few steps, and Wang Yuyan bit her lip and followed him. When she got close, she didn't know how to address him.

Zhao Ti was obviously hiding his identity, and even his title and name could not be called out, otherwise it would not only disrupt important matters, but could also be dangerous.

"Young Master..." Wang Yuyan said softly, not knowing how to formulate the words she had thought of on the way.

"Miss Wang, how are you these days?" Zhao Ti smiled slightly.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, but it was really rude of me to leave without saying goodbye. I..." Wang Yuyan lowered her head slightly.

"It's okay. I already know the whole story. The girl from Tokyo is at home. She has already asked someone to explain the reason when she returned to Jiangnan, and she also wrote a letter to explain. What's rude about that?" Zhao Ti said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan's face became hotter and hotter, even her snow-white neck turned red. She tried hard to look at the slender tip of the shoe, but it was vague and difficult to see. Zhao Ti's words kept echoing in her mind. Thinking about the fact that he said Tokyo is his home, he must be referring to the Prince of Yan's Mansion. She felt her heart beating even faster.

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Miss, just concentrate on learning martial arts. You can go back anytime you want. All the things you left behind are packed neatly. No one in the mansion will go and look through them."

"Sir, I..." Wang Yuyan looked up at Zhao Ti after hearing that, her beautiful face showing a hint of confusion and shyness amidst the joy.

She took out something from her bosom. It was a water blue purse with a pelican pattern embroidered on it and it was made of silver thread. At this moment, as if she had used up all the strength of the past ten years, she handed it forward: "Sir, this is embroidered by me. I wanted to send someone to deliver it to you before the Dragon Boat Festival. Now, now..."

"Oh?" Zhao Ti looked at the purse and smiled, "Is this a gift for me for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

He went to take the purse and touched Wang Yuyan's hand, which trembled slightly. He thought about it and couldn't help but gently hold it.

Wang Yuyan felt as if struck by lightning. Half of her body went limp, her mind went blank, and her heart was in a mess.

Zhao Ti only felt that the other person's hand was smooth and tender, and he couldn't bear to let go for a moment, so he gently held it and said, "Miss Wang is thoughtful."

"In it, there is a short poem I wrote..." Wang Yuyan looked into Zhao Ti's eyes, straightened her legs and pressed them together tightly, and said with courage.

Zhao Ti nodded: "I'll go back and take a look at it slowly." After saying that, he let go of the jade hand and put the purse into his arms.

Wang Yuyan lowered her head again, but never dared to raise it again.

At this time, Murong Longcheng and Xiaoyaozi were fighting more and more fiercely, and they didn't show any signs of slacking off. Zhao Ti turned around with a serious expression and looked carefully.

Murong Longcheng's figure was as fast as lightning, and a sharp black and green finger force shot out from his hand. The wind from his fingers whistled continuously and forced towards Xiaoyaozi's whole body, blocking all the areas within a few feet around him.

Xiaoyaozi had a cold expression on his face. He stepped on the Lingbo Weibu step, his figure flashed, and he avoided the attacks like a overlapping shadow. The wind from his finger brushed past him and hit the rockery in the distance. Stone fragments flew everywhere and the rockery broke.

Xiaoyaozi took advantage of the situation and curled his palms into claws, activating the Infinite Sea Treasure Talisman. His palms were like the deepest whirlpool in the ocean, or like a hidden black hole in the Milky Way. An invisible huge suction force tried to pull Murong Longcheng closer.

Murong Longcheng's silver hair was flying, his face was ferocious, his hands were circled, and a faint green light appeared. In the green light, white stars flickered, as if there were countless stars in the vast night sky. It was the movement of the stars in the Great Circulation of Heaven, which immediately distorted the suction on Xiaoyaozi's palm, and kept pulling and colliding between the two of them, making a terrifying sound.

The two forces collided in the void, causing a dull roar and violent air currents. Even the camellia trees in the distance were swaying and petals were falling all over the ground.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi suddenly used the technique of teleportation and instantly turned into several afterimages, attacking Murong Longcheng from different directions.

Murong Longcheng switched to another martial art, which was a palm technique. The edges of his hands all turned golden, and every time he struck out with his palm, it was like golden sand filling the air. The palm winds crisscrossed and kept colliding with Xiaoyaozi's afterimage.

In an instant, there was a flash of light, and the palm wind overflowed with energy. The two men came and went, and it was difficult to tell who was who. It was like a shocking battle, and the faces of the spectators changed color.

At this time, they staggered their feet and rushed into the village. Trees fell down, houses collapsed, there were endless roars, smoke and dust filled everywhere, and they attacked from the air and then from the ground.

The power of Xiaoyaozi's Infinite Sea Treasure Talisman was fully unleashed, and it even sucked in the surrounding huge rocks, trees, bricks and tiles, and even the water in the pond. The black hole in front of his palm seemed to be able to accommodate everything, like a boundless sea that swallowed up everything.

The movement of the stars in Murong Longcheng's Great Zhoutian made it difficult for anything to touch him. Amidst the diffuse green light, it seemed as if he was standing outside the stars, beside the Zhoutian, looking at the world with cold eyes, not being touched by anything.

Li Qingluo was heartbroken at the moment. Everything was smashed and shattered. Those were the camellia flowers that she had cultivated with great effort for many years, all of which were rare varieties. There were also every plant, tree, house and waterside pavilion in Mantuo Villa. She wondered why the two old guys didn't die together immediately. They were simply a nuisance if they were still alive.

At this time, two people came from the village to attack again, still with full of energy, without any sign of lack of strength. Trees were broken one after another, and branches and flowers were flying in the air, and were ground into powder before they fell to the ground.

The two men flew into the air at the same time, and they exchanged three palm strikes with each other. Then they exchanged five fingers, seven punches and thirteen claws, and landed on the ground with a bang, leaving two deep dents on the ground.

Xiaoyaozi let out a clear whistle suddenly, and his body rose up along with the strong energy and breeze, as if he was flying in the air. There was no movement resembling light kung fu at all, but he moved with the wind.

In one hand he held the Infinite Sea Treasure Scroll, and in the other hand he held the invisible internal energy. The two moves intertwined to form a hazy sky-blue glow that floated towards Murong Longcheng.

Murong Longcheng's face was ferocious, his brows were furrowed, and his body retreated quickly, but in just a moment, he turned into a backward leap, as if sliding through the void, retreating to the shore.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Zhao Ti asked in confusion as he looked at Xiaoyaozi, who seemed to be shrouded in a piece of true energy that looked like a small sea of ​​sky.

“Sir, this is Xiaoyao Yufeng, a unique skill inherited from my great-grandfather.” Wang Yuyan said in a low voice.

"Free and easy riding the wind?" Zhao Ti nodded. The word "free and easy" really suited his mood, as if he was traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, and chanting poems across rivers, seas and lakes.

At this time, Murong Longcheng and Xiaoyaozi had already fought on the surface of Taihu Lake, and they were fighting above the waves. Any object or matter on the water surface could become a foothold for the two.

Even if there is nothing to borrow at the moment, the force of the surging waves and the mutual rebound of the two people's energy can be used to keep the water surface from sinking.

Jiumozhi looked shocked at this moment, and said with his palms clasped together: "Back then, when Bodhidharma crossed the river on a reed and traveled east to spread the Dharma, it must have been like this..."

A moment later, Murong Longcheng Xiaoyaozi fought from the lake to the shore again, and he fought farther and farther, and finally fought to the back of the village. Only loud noises could be heard, but no trace of human beings could be seen.

Zhao Ti shook his head upon seeing this. He originally wanted the two to fight to the death and die together, but now it seems that the winner may not be decided even after three days and three nights.

He looked at Wang Yuyan and asked, "Miss Wang, have you learned how to ride the wind freely?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head: "I am currently learning the Wuliang Hai Bao Lu. The Xiaoyao Yufeng technique must be combined with the other two martial arts to be used. I haven't learned them yet."

Zhao Ti groaned for a moment, "Young lady, it would be better if you learn all the martial arts. Even if you don't practice them, you still need to know that being well-educated... is always a good thing and there is nothing wrong with that."

Wang Yuyan heard this, her beautiful eyes turned and said, "Your Highness, I understand. I will ask for all of my great-grandfather's martial arts. Even if I don't practice them, I will remember them."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Miss, if you can learn it, you should learn it carefully. It is reassuring to know how to defend yourself. I will leave here and go back to Tokyo now."

Wang Yuyan nodded: "Your Highness, are you leaving now?"

Zhao Ti nodded and said, "There are many things to do in the capital, and you can't stay outside for long. If the girl wants to go back to the capital, she can go back anytime. The Prince of Yan's Mansion is her home in the capital." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the shore.

Wang Yuyan looked at his back, revealing a look of loss, but in the next instant she seemed to have thought of something, and was delighted again, with her cheeks slightly blushing.

When Zhao Ti boarded the boat, Zhou Tong asked, "Sir, where are we going first?"

Zhao Ti said: "Let's go to Chanhezhuang to gather everyone, and then go to Suzhou to join the imperial guards."

Jiumozhi asked: "Donor Zhao, what about the two people on this island?"

Zhao Ti shook his head and said, "These two seniors are highly skilled in martial arts. They are a perfect match for each other. Let them... fight slowly."

(End of this chapter)