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

Chapter 196 Changchun Gong, Divine Sword Sutra (asking for monthly ticket)
Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the cloth bag.

Wu Xiong said: "Fairy Cui is really amazing. She can actually take someone down from the peak."

Cui Luhua shook her head and said, "This girl has no martial arts skills, so she can't be considered to have any abilities."

Wu Xiong said: "You can't say that. We haven't even investigated the top level yet. We are afraid. Fairy Cui can capture people. How can it be a trivial matter? She is a heroine!"

Cui Luhua was somewhat proud when she heard this: "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you all. I was a little guilty at the time. Although she was just a girl, I was afraid that she might have advanced martial arts skills. After I attacked her, I saw that she didn't resist at all and didn't have any martial arts skills, so I breathed a sigh of relief."

Wu Xiong asked, "What kind of girl?"

Cui Luhua untied the string of the cloth bag and pushed the bag opening downwards, revealing a person.

Everyone looked at her and saw that the person was very thin and small, and it was indeed a girl.

These cave masters and island masters held deep resentment towards Lingjiu Palace. At this moment, they could not help but praise and call out to the other party regardless of their age or whether they had martial arts skills.

Amidst the calls, there were sobbing sounds. The girl covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

Cui Luhua said: "After going down the mountain, I wanted to interrogate the girl, but unfortunately, she is a mute."

Wu Xiong thought for a moment after hearing this and said, "I've never heard of a mute in Lingjiu Palace. Could he be pretending to be deaf and dumb?"

Cui Luhua smiled and said, "After I got down from the mountain, I tried many times and used many methods, including shouting and scaring him from behind. After trying many times, I found that he was indeed mute."

At this time, everyone heard the little girl crying, and it turned out to be the voice of a mute. Wu Xiong said, "Fairy, even if she is mute, can't this little girl write?"

Cui Luhua shook her head: "I have tried other methods, such as threatening her with starvation and soaking her in water. I asked her to write, but she couldn't write a single word. She's not stubborn."

Wu Xiong said, "That must be true. Although I have never heard of a mute in Lingjiu Palace, there are many people there after all. The Nine Heavens and Nine Departments have a lot of people and she is young. She is not lying."

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted, "No matter what, he is still a thief from the Lingjiu Palace, so he cannot be let off easily."

Zhuo Bufan said, "How can we let her go? Everyone in Lingjiu Palace is a cruel and vicious person. They all deserve to die. This girl must also be tortured and executed."

Jiumozhi then stood up slowly from the campfire at the back: "God has a benevolent heart, and Buddha has a compassionate heart. This girl is still young, has no martial arts skills, and is mute. How can we torture and kill her?"

Zhuo Bufan's expression turned cold, he looked over and sized up Jiumozhi: "Where is this monk from?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, remembering what Zhao Ti had just said, and said, "I am the Yellow Eyebrow Monk from Xiao Leiyin Cave."

Zhuo Bufan snorted when he heard this: "I have never heard of such a cave among the Thirty-Six Caves. The monk's eyebrows are not yellow, so why is he called this Dharma name?"

Jiumozhi thought to himself, I am also confused. I don’t know why Your Highness told me to call myself by this name.

He said, "The Thirty-Six Caves are now the Thirty-Seven Caves. Donor Zhuo has naturally never heard of it. As for my Buddhist name, the color you see in your eyes may not be the real color. How do you know that my eyebrows are not actually yellow?"

Zhuo Bufan sneered, "I will not debate with you, monk. My Yizi Huijian was once killed by people sent by Lingjiu Palace. I was the only one who escaped. I have lived for revenge all these years. You have suffered a lot of torture and humiliation at the hands of Tong Lao. Now you still have the life and death talisman on you. You are living a life worse than death. How can you talk about being merciful to Lingjiu Palace?"

Jiumozhi said: "Namo Mahavairocana Buddha, what the donor Zhuo said is correct. We should take revenge on the Vulture Peak Palace. However, this girl was born mute and is very young. I am afraid she has not done anything bad. She was just coerced by Tonglao and others. She is also harmed by them. What is the difference between us?"

Zhuo Bufan heard this and said angrily: "I hate you Buddhists the most in my life. You speak nonsense, confuse right and wrong, and claim to be compassionate, but your compassion is just fake. If your whole family is destroyed, you should not say this!"

Jiumozhi chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Donor Zhuo, please do not confuse right and wrong and change the words. The saying that if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha right away is not false. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. How can you implicate the innocent and wield your knife against those who are also suffering?"

Zhuo Bufan was furious and said, "You are a eloquent monk, are you going to protect this girl?"

Jiumozhi said: "I think this girl is also suffering. Even if she is executed, it is enough to let her die quickly. Why torture her..."

Zhuo Bufan shouted, "What if I insist on torturing you?"

Jiumozhi shook his head: "The donor has already fallen into the devil's way..."

Everyone was silent at this moment, knowing that Jiumozhi must have been ordered by Zhao Ti, so he stood up and spoke.

The two of them stared at each other, and Zhuo Bufan suddenly pulled out a long sword from his back with a "whoosh". With a cold light flashing, he shouted, "Monk, do you want to test whether my sword is sharp?"

Jiumozhi heard Zhao Ti's whisper at this time, and he immediately replied: "My sword is not at a disadvantage either!"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned and asked, "Where is your sword?"

Jiumozhi hurriedly stole a glance at Zhao Ti, and saw that Zhao Ti was drinking and eating meat as if nothing had happened. However, a voice came to his ear, and he learned it with a twitch of his mouth: "I have a sword heart, which has been blocked by dust for a long time. Today, dust is gone and light is born, illuminating the mountains and rivers!"

"Okay, okay..." Zhuo Bufan stood in front of the sword, and gently wiped the sword's spine with the index and middle fingers of his left hand: "You are a good monk, with a lotus in your mouth, do you dare to test the sword? If I lose, you can let the girl go!"

Jiumozhi nodded and walked away: "Master Zhuo has the title of Sword God? I have never heard of it."

Zhuo Bufan snorted, "I have practiced swordplay for ten years, but I have never tested the sharp edge. Today, I will know."

At this time, Jiumozhi had already come close, and saw a flash of light and shadow with the long sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand, and then he stabbed at him.

Jiumozhi's martial arts is improving almost all the time, which is not comparable to the time when he was in Langhuan Jade Cave, nor the same as the last time in Xiangguo Temple.

Not only him, but also Zhou Tong's martial arts under Zhao Ti made great progress, advancing by leaps and bounds. This is what is called the explosion of accumulated strength.

Zhuo Bufan thrust out a sword, and Zhao Ti looked up.

I saw that the moves used in this sword were exquisite, and the turning force was different from other sword techniques, it could even be said to be completely different.

Especially the sword moves, which were very different and completely unconventional, a way that had never been seen before.

This sword technique was very strange and special. Zhao Ti felt vaguely that something was not right. Zhuo Bufan seemed to be holding the sword in his hand and had not fully unleashed it. It seemed that he could not fully master this sword technique.

The two were fighting at the moment. Although Zhuo Bufan's sword moves were clever and his sword power was amazing, Jiumozhi was at ease and walked easily under the opponent's sword.

The truth is that the difference in their accumulated skills is too great. It is difficult to hurt the current Great Wheel King with just a sword that he does not seem to have mastered.

Zhuo Bufan's face gradually changed color. He didn't expect that the yellow-browed monk from the Little Leiyin Cave had such high martial arts skills.

But although Jiumozhi was not injured by the opponent, it was not easy for him to defeat Zhuo Bufan. The opponent's ambiguous sword force was not easy to break.

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan let out a clear whistle, his aura surged all over his body, the long sword in his hand flashed with green light, as if with spiritual charm, the light at the tip of the sword flickered, and suddenly a sword light more than half a foot long was forced out.

He shouted loudly, and his sword moves seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth, cutting the air, making a sharp whistle, and stabbing out fiercely, as if the sky was falling, attacking Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi's expression became solemn, and he used the flaming sword to resist. The invisible sword energy whistled and collided with the cold sword light. The hot and cold clashed fiercely, causing layers of air waves to explode and making a harsh sound.

For a moment, sword shadows and knife lights intertwined, and the two men fought back and forth, neither giving in.

Zhao Ti's eyes kept moving around on the green light in front of Zhuo Bufan's sword. It was indeed the legendary sword light, extending more than half a foot out of the sword, fluctuating unsteadily. Sometimes it was three to five inches long, and sometimes it was more than half a foot long. It made a "hissing" sound when it broke through the air, and it remained outside the tip of the sword and did not disappear.

This is different from the finger wind, different from the finger power of Yi Yang Finger, Du Luo Ye Finger, and Wu Xiang Jie Finger, and it is also different from Jiumozhi's flaming sword.

This is because no matter what kind of martial arts you use, the internal energy that is released cannot remain outside for a long time. Even if you are using palm techniques to hurt people or competing in internal strength, the internal energy will not be released outside for a long time.

But now, not only can Zhuo Bufan's sword light be maintained outside the tip of the sword for more than half a foot, but it is also flashing with green light, which is a little unbelievable.

What kind of sword technique is so strange? Zhao Ti thought about it and didn't remember the name of this sword. It was obtained by Zhuo Bufan when he fled to the desolate and cold mountains in the far north after the Yizi Huijian Sect was destroyed by the Lingjiu Palace. It is said that it might have been left by a senior master.

He couldn't help but shook his head. This sword technique was extraordinary no matter how you looked at it. However, the opponent might be limited by his talent, internal strength, knowledge, etc., and he didn't practice it well enough, or he didn't know how much he had understood. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to defeat Jiumozhi, but the fight wouldn't be so entangled.

The two people in the arena had already exchanged dozens of moves. Judging from Zhuo Bufan's current appearance, he was indeed no different from the Sword God. The tail of his long sword emitted a green light, and sword energy was crisscrossing everywhere. The surrounding grass and trees broke one after another as they could not withstand such a fierce energy.

Although Jiumozhi was also amazed at the opponent's magical swordsmanship, he fought steadily and cautiously. He used several martial arts alternately and showed no sign of defeat.

Just when the two were sixty moves away, Jiumozhi suddenly sped up his movements, distanced himself from his opponent, and seeing an opening, he slashed out with his flaming sword continuously, then divided his attention and quietly shot out with his finger-picking move.

The Flower-Picking Finger takes a feminine approach, and is different from the Duolo Leaf Finger and the Formless Robbery Finger. One of those two has overwhelming force that can break huge rocks, and it performs a tremendous movement when performed, while the other is scorching hot and pure yang, and anyone who is hit by it will have their entire body charred as if burned by fire, and emits a powerful Qi fluctuation.

The flower-picking finger is used to hold the thumb and index finger lightly, as if picking up a fresh flower. The finger force can hurt people without being seen, and there is no obvious sound when the finger is pointed in the air. It is relatively hidden and invisible.

Jiumozhi's finger was very secretive and tricky. Under the cover of the flame knife palm wind, it went straight into the layers of energy. Zhuo Bufan didn't notice this flower-picking finger at all. When he found it, it was too late. He could fight with Jiumozhi for so long because of his magical swordsmanship. Whether it was internal strength, body skills, or experience, he was not as rich as Jiumozhi. Jiumozhi was a martial arts genius. He could grasp the subtleties of the fight and would hardly make any mistakes.

This move of the Flower-Picking Finger directly pressed on Zhuo Bufan's Quchi acupoint. He couldn't help but scream, and the sword flew out of his hand and fell far away.

Jiumozhi took this opportunity to use two fingers in mid-air to seal Zhuo Bufan's acupuncture points, then put his palms together and said, "Namo Baozhuang Tathagata Buddha."

The Jiao Wang Buping Taoist and the Hibiscus Fairy Cui Luhua were shocked. They hurried forward and asked, "What are you doing, monk? Why do you want to seal Zhuo Jianshen's acupuncture points in a competition?"

Zhuo Bufan was lying on the ground with a changed expression, no longer showing his previous elegant demeanor. He angrily asked, "You, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Ti was standing by the campfire at this time, wiping the barbecue grease off his palms with a silk scarf, and slowly stood up: "Take them all down."

Everyone shouted as if they had received an order and immediately surrounded Buping Daoren and Cui Luhua. The two were terrified: "You, you..."

Everyone burst into laughter, and in just a moment, the two were completely drowned out.

After a while, Zhao Ti looked at the three people on the ground, all of whom had their acupuncture points pressed and were tied up tightly with cow tendon ropes. He shook his head and said, "With such mediocre skills, they are trying to learn from others to form alliances and use their power. They really don't know how to live or die."

Zhuo Bufan's eyes were about to burst: "Who are you? Are you an envoy sent by Lingjiu Palace?"

Zhao Ti said calmly: "No wonder you can't practice the magic sword well with your brain. Is there a man in Lingjiu Palace? How could I be sent from the peak?"

Zhuo Bufan paused for a moment, then became even more angry: "Who are you then? Why did you capture us? Wasn't it Tong Lao who ordered you to do so?"

"Tong Lao..." Zhao Ti thought for a moment and looked towards the black cloth bag beside him. The mouth of the bag had already drooped down, and there was a little girl sitting in the bag. She looked to be only eight or nine years old, with a delicate face like a carved piece of jade, and a pair of eyes like black grapes, staring blankly at the scene.

He knew that this was Tong Lao. Tong Lao's specialty was the eternal youth skill. If one mastered it, one could remain young forever and live forever. However, he had to rejuvenate once every thirty years. After rejuvenating, all his skills would be lost.

After the rejuvenation power disappears, it will be gradually restored bit by bit through slow practice, one day equals one year, and it will take dozens of days to several months to return to its original state, and the power will be improved.

If the practitioner is assisted by natural resources after rejuvenation, or has inner strength to help in some special ways, the recovery time will be shortened.

On the contrary, if there are external interferences, such as being chased by the enemy, lack of spiritual medicine and food, injury, etc., the recovery time will be prolonged, or even go wrong, and you may never be able to recover to your original strength.

Tong Lao started practicing this Kung Fu at the age of six, but it was too early. A few years later, the power of this internal energy became apparent and her body could no longer grow, forever maintaining the appearance of an eight or nine-year-old. If she had started practicing at the age of seventeen or eighteen, her body would have become that of an adult after she achieved success, and she would have returned to the age of seventeen or eighteen.

But when she was twenty-six years old, she could have reversed her martial arts and grown up, correcting her short stature. However, her junior sister Li Qiushui fell in love with her senior brother Wuyazi and was jealous of her. At the critical moment when she was practicing, she screamed behind her head, which scared her so much that her internal breath went astray and her true energy went astray. From then on, it was difficult to correct her body shape, and she remained forever in the appearance of an eight or nine-year-old.

However, after Tong Lao cultivated eternal youth and regained her youth, as her power gradually recovered, her appearance would change accordingly, but her figure would never change, that's why she was called Tong Lao.

Zhao Ti speculated that this technique was related to the magical book that Xiaoyaozi stole from the Valley of Eternal Spring. After all, the name of the Valley of Eternal Spring and the Changchun Spring that could keep one young forever after drinking it were too similar to the name of this Eternal Spring technique, so it was hard to guarantee that there was no connection.

I just don’t know whether Xiaoyaozi passed on the complete divine book to Tong Lao, or just extracted a part of it.

When the girl saw Zhao Ti looking at her, she couldn't help but look at him with a look of fear.

Zhao Ti smiled slightly, ignored it, and turned to look at Zhuo Bufan: "What qualifications does Tong Lao have to order me around? As for capturing you guys, didn't I tell you that you wanted to use me to your advantage, but you didn't use your brains. You are just courting death."

"You..." Zhuo Bufan's eyes widened, his expression full of dissatisfaction and a little regret. He didn't expect that he had endured humiliation and lived in seclusion for more than twenty years, and had a magic sword in his hand, but before he could find Tong Lao to take revenge, he was inexplicably killed here.

Zhao Ti looked at him for a moment and said with a smile: "The sword technique you just used is very good."

Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but panic when he heard this, the reason that kept him alive was revenge, and the only thing he could rely on for revenge was the magic sword manual he got from the mountains in that bitter and cold place, this was his lifeblood, even more important than his own life.

"If you can show me that set of sword skills, I can spare your lives." Zhao Ti said slowly.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes flickered, his face turned pale, and he remained silent.

At this time, the Taoist Buping said in a low voice: "Brother Zhuo, save your life first..."

Cui Luhua also said: "Brother Zhuo, our lives depend entirely on you..."

Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth: "I, I..."

Zhao Ti looked at him for a moment, and seeing that he was hesitant and didn't speak, he shook his head and said, "Someone, search him."

When he heard that he was going to be searched, Zhuo Bufan's expression changed drastically. He struggled hard on the ground, trying to move backwards, but his acupoints were pressed and he couldn't move at all. Veins on his forehead were throbbing and sweat was pouring down.

Wu Xiong and Duanmu Yuan went over and started searching, taking off his shoes and outer robe to check, and finally found a leather bag on his ribs. They opened it and found a booklet wrapped in three layers of silk cloth. They hurriedly took it and handed it to Zhao Ti.

Zhuo Bufan's face was ashen at this time, and he let out a heart-wrenching cry: "That is mine, the Divine Sword Scripture is mine."

Zhao Ti said calmly, "The secret technique of divine power is a treasure from heaven and earth. It is obtained by those who are virtuous. You have practiced this sword technique. I will show it to you. What is there to call it?"

Zhuo Bufan said: "I, I haven't finished practicing this sword yet!"

"You haven't finished practicing yet?" Zhao Ti asked in confusion, "It seems like you've had this sword technique for quite some time. The Yizi Huijian Sect was destroyed more than 20 years ago, so you must have had this sword technique for at least 10 years. How come you haven't finished practicing yet?"

Zhuo Bufan stared at the sword manual in Zhao Ti's hand, knowing that there was no way back, and could not help but sigh: "If you haven't finished practicing, then you haven't finished practicing. I, I can't recognize all the words on it. In order to prevent the sword manual from being leaked, it took a long time to find someone to recognize the words. Moreover, this sword method, this sword method is... Alas, you will know after you take a look."

Zhao Ti glanced at the book. It was made of yellowed leather from some unknown animal and there were no words on the cover.

He turned a page and couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Pre-Qin small seal script?
No wonder Zhuo Bufan said it took him a long time to recognize the characters. Not everyone can recognize Qin seal characters. Although the literacy rate among the people in the Song Dynasty was relatively high, it only referred to common characters. Many people still could not recognize the slightly more difficult characters, let alone Qin seal characters.

Moreover, Qin Zuan is not something that ordinary people can access. Even real scholars may not recognize a few of it. Even those who have passed the imperial examinations and ranked third may not know a few words. Only those who specialize in it can recognize all of it.

Zhuo Bufan obtained the sword manual not in Song territory, but in Liao Kingdom, outside Shanhaiguan, in Taibai Mountain in the northeast. There were even fewer people in Liao Kingdom who could recognize Qin seal script. After so many years, it was actually quite difficult for him to translate and practice it.

This sword manual has no title on the outside. The first page contains the general outline. The language is extremely obscure and is not the vernacular used today.

The characters are in Qin seal script and the words are in ancient language, but this is not the most difficult part. The most difficult part is punctuation.

There are no punctuation marks, no numbers piled up together, and the general outline does not have pictures and words like the sword manual, so the number of words is relatively small. The general outline has hundreds or even thousands of words. This kind of ancient language is difficult even for a scholar to decipher, let alone a man of the world like Zhuo Bufan.

He didn't want to reveal the sword manual to others, so he probably had to figure it out bit by bit and ask different people for advice. It would take him no idea how long it would take him to understand it.

Zhao Ti continued to flip forward, and a diagram appeared. However, the text below the description and explanation was still in ancient language, which was difficult to understand.

After turning a few more pages, the same thing still happened. Zhao Ti couldn't help but shook his head.

No wonder Zhuo Bufan said that just now. It is extremely time-consuming to read this kind of ancient music without a master to teach you. It takes one to understand the text and sentences and try to figure out the meaning of the ancient language on one's own.

Moreover, it is easy to guess wrongly, and it is very likely that the practice will deviate. In addition, due to his talent and understanding, it is not surprising that Zhuo Bufan has not completed the practice of this sword manual in these years.

Moreover, he might not have even translated all the text at the end of the Sword Manual. He wanted to memorize it secretly, but he couldn't recognize it. As for just remembering the shape of the characters, he was afraid of making mistakes. After all, remembering the shape of the characters and remembering the characters are two different things. Besides, there are also diagrams, so he always carried the Sword Manual with him.

Zhao Ti thought about it, but didn't look at it carefully. He put it in his arms and said, "Since you don't have the talent, let alone complete your understanding, you haven't even finished practicing it. Why don't you let me study it?"

Zhuo Bufan felt uncomfortable when he saw the book being taken away, but no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice at the moment. He was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and the only thing he could do was to save his life.

He said angrily: "Since you have taken the sword scripture, shouldn't you let the three of us go?"

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said, "Doesn't this sword technique have a name?"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head: "When I got it, it was just a leather booklet with no words on the cover, and there was no name recorded inside."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said, "Describe in detail how you found this sword scripture, and then draw a map."

Zhuo Bufan asked, "You, what are you going to do? There's nothing special about that place, why draw a map?"

Zhao Ti did not answer, but signaled Bai Zhan and Zhou Tong, and the two of them immediately stepped forward to pull Zhuo Bufan up and take him away.

Then he looked at the little girl sitting in the black cloth bag nearby. The girl looked frightened and scared.

Zhao Ti smiled upon seeing this and said to Jiumozhi and Huo Linglong, "Take this girl from the Lingjiu Palace to the room. I have something to ask her."

(End of this chapter)