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

Chapter 231: The White-robed Prime Minister, Violent and Masculine

The third level of the Twelve-Story Tower is the Azure Dragon Knot, and the corresponding state of mind is the Great Medicine Magic Mirror Tribulation.

The Great Medicine Magic Mirror Tribulation is the temptation of the inner demon. Only by overcoming the most obsessive and crazy temptation in your heart can your martial arts be stabilized on the third level of the Twelve-Story Tower.

Murong Longcheng completely gave up the idea of restoring his country, his state of mind was improved, and he has now stabilized here.

He smiled, his mouth a little stiff, but with an incomparable ease.

"Look, this old man is so strange, his hair is so white, whiter than the snow in winter."

A little kid was jumping and skipping in front of the shop next door, and said curiously, "This is a pastry shop, and the aroma of fruit cakes is wafting in the air."

"Yes, yes, it's so white. I wonder how old this old man is. He must be at least a hundred years old." Another child echoed.

Murong Longcheng turned around, glanced at the two children, smiled slightly, and continued walking forward.

He walked slowly, observing everything around him. His heart was extremely peaceful. He had completely let go of the idea of restoring his country. He suddenly felt that the sky was high and the earth was far away, and he felt refreshed. Everything seemed to contain the ultimate truth between heaven and earth.

After Murong Longcheng came out of this street, there was a more prosperous street in front of him, with more shops and all kinds of businesses. The goods were dazzling and colorful, which was a feast for the eyes.

This is Panlou Street, where Panlou Restaurant, the second largest restaurant among the 72 main restaurants in Tokyo City, is located. It has gorgeous double eaves, dazzling gold-painted walls, and is huge and majestic.

Murong Longcheng looked at the restaurant for a moment, then walked quietly past the door. Further ahead was a gold and silver exchange shop affiliated with the Ministry of Revenue. Two officials were posting notices on the wall, and many people were watching.

Murong Longcheng also stepped forward. At this time, the officials had finished pasting. One of them carried the bucket of paste, and the other carried the remaining paper and left to continue their work elsewhere.

When he came closer, he glanced at the notice inadvertently. His expression, which was as calm as water, suddenly changed. His heart, which had been calm as a well, was stirred again.

The notice was issued by the Ministry of Justice of the Song Dynasty, and it contained only one content: Tomorrow at noon, the treasonous traitors Murong Bo and Murong Fu will be beheaded at Wengshikou beside Baihu Bridge in the west city of the outer city.

The traitors Murong Bo and Murong Fu? Murong Longcheng showed a puzzled expression. Are these Murong Bo and Murong Fu from the Murong family in Chanhe Village?
But it is possible that one person has the same name, but it is unlikely that two people have the same name, not to mention that the crime is treason.

Murong Longcheng's eyes fell on Murong Bo's name. This man was Murong Fu's father, but wasn't he dead? The genealogy book was in his arms, and it was clearly written on it.

He changed his mind and felt relieved. He could fake his death for more than a hundred years, so these youngsters might be doing something to restore their country.

As for Murong Fu, he had not returned to the manor for such a long time. It turned out that he was captured by the government. He was very good at martial arts, so why was he captured?

Murong Longcheng pondered for a moment. Since he was charged with treason, his crime must have been exposed. He just didn't know where he was caught. If he was in the city, it would be difficult to escape under the siege of the army.

He showed a hint of displeasure. The two men were self-righteous and overestimating their own capabilities. In today's peaceful world, how could they talk about restoring the country? It was simply foolish.

Murong Bo died, it was fine. The death of a fool was not a pity. As for Murong Fu...

Murong Longcheng sighed softly. According to the family tree, there might be some branches that were missed, but it was also possible that he was the only descendant of his Murong clan.

To save or not to save? He was somewhat uninterested, feeling that these things had nothing to do with him. Over the past hundred years, the world has been changing, and it doesn't matter whether to save or not.

However, Murong Fu got his inheritance of the Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, so he might as well help him once, just this once, and then let him go as he pleases, end his worldly ties by himself, and find some famous mountains and rivers to live in seclusion and practice.

Murong Longcheng made a decision and was about to continue walking, but he turned his head. His gaze penetrated the crowd and fell on a dark shadow. The dark shadow saw him looking back and pretended to walk away.

Since he entered the city, he felt that there were people following him from behind. He thought it was the secret guards of the Zhao family of the Song Dynasty. However, he did not care. It was normal for a country's capital to have secret guards monitoring.

And even if he was caught by the secret guards, there were some masters among them, but how good could they be? A hundred years ago, he was the best in the world, except for Zhao Da...

A hundred years later, I am still the best in the world, but Zhao Da has become just a pile of dry bones in a tomb and a fierce ghost on the side of the road.

Murong Longcheng smiled with emotion. Even if you have the country's affairs in your hands and the land under your feet, and you dominate the world for a while and no one dares to speak for you, what about now?
Isn't it still me who is looking at this beautiful landscape, free and easy in the world, and dominating the world, while you... are just a handful of yellow earth, just a passing cloud.

Murong Longcheng walked farther and farther away with his hands behind his back, gradually disappearing in the crowd without a trace.

To the west of the inner city, deep in the street opposite Qishengyuan, in the large mansion of Wudesi.

A supervisor named Gao, dressed in a black robe, was sitting in the pavilion playing chess with Feng Jiuquan. A secret guard from the Wude Division bowed outside the pavilion to report something.

After hearing this, Gao put down the chess piece in his hand and looked at Feng Jiuquan. Feng Jiuquan said, "Another master has come."

Gao Tiju smiled and said, "Director Feng, do you want to test it again?"

Feng Jiuquan shook his head. The last time Xiaoyaozi came to the city, he challenged the opponent to a sparring match and was defeated. It took him more than half a year to recover from his injuries. This was because Xiaoyaozi showed mercy, otherwise he would have killed him on the spot.

Gao Tiju looked at the secret guards outside the pavilion and thought, "You said that the silver-haired old man stopped for a moment to read the notice from the Ministry of Justice?"

"Master, that's right. If we judge by common sense, he was just passing by to watch the fun, so it would be fine if he just took a glance. But I saw that the old man seemed to be thinking about something after watching, so it is very likely... that he recognized Murong Bo and Murong Fu." said the secret guard.

"Do you know Murong Bo and Murong Fu?" Gao Tiju nodded. "You are very careful in your judgment. You are right. Ordinary people would not react like this. The two will be beheaded tomorrow. This man has entered the city now and has acted strangely after seeing the notice. We must be on guard."

Feng Jiuquan asked, "Could it be that they are accomplices of the two traitors, coming to rescue them?"

Gao Tiju said, "We can't rule out this possibility. If this person recognizes those two, there's no guarantee that he doesn't want to rob people."

Feng Jiuquan said: "If this is true, will the governor have to personally take action like he did with Murong Bo last time?"

Gao Tiju shook his head: "Last time it was Murong Bo who had average martial arts skills. I haven't fought anyone for a long time, so I went over to take a look. The man I describe today is far from being comparable to Murong Bo..."

Feng Jiuquan pondered and glanced at the secret guard. The secret guard was named Lu Hou. The temperament and appearance of the silver-haired old man he just mentioned was very shocking.

He thought for a moment and said, "It is indeed different. Could it be that his martial arts skills are comparable to the one I fought before? But how can there be so many masters in the world?"

Gao Tiju said: "There are hidden masters in the world, but he hides himself freely and the court will not care. But it is not good for him to come to the capital."

Feng Jiuquan said: "The meaning of promotion is..."

Gao Tiju stood up and sighed, "I'll go see Elder Liu, and then send someone to the palace to inform the Imperial City Department's Kuanyi Tianwu Neibanzhi and Envoy Guo."

Then he left the pavilion and went deeper into the mansion, passing several houses and coming to a small hall.

I walked up the steps and was about to knock on the door when a voice as clear as water came from the hall: "Zixiong is here, come in."

"Yes, Mr. Liu." Commander Gao responded, pushed open the door and walked into the hall.

The windows of this small palace are all open, the breeze is blowing in slowly, and the gauze curtains are blown by the wind, making it look extremely poetic and picturesque.

A man in white shirt was standing in front of the hall wall looking at a scroll painting. The painting depicted green mountains and clear waters, lush fields, a small bridge and flowing water. On the bridge, a scholar was crossing the bridge holding an umbrella.

Commander Gao walked to the front, bowed, and said, "Sorry to bother Elder Liu."

The man in white robe turned around and turned out to be a hale and hearty old man with thin cheeks, a light beard, and sparkling eyes. It can be seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young, and he looked very impressive even now.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Old Liu said with a smile.

Commander Gao recounted the secret guard's report in detail, leaving out nothing, and then said: "If the person coming is similar to the blue-shirted scholar last time, I am afraid I cannot defeat him. The blue-shirted scholar only came to the capital to look for his granddaughter, so he did not ask Elder Liu to help. This time, the person coming may want to rob the rebels, and he is afraid that it will be detrimental to the imperial city, so Elder Liu will have to take care of him." "I heard about the martial arts of that person last time from Feng Jiuquan." Elder Liu shook his head: "If he is similar to that person, I may be able to stop him from robbing the prisoners, but if I want to stop him, I am not enough on my own. You'd better go to Elder Gao and Elder Wang."

"Yes." Commander Gao nodded: "I will go to Grandfather's place soon, as for Elder Wang's place..."

Old Liu chuckled and said, "If you praise that man's martial arts skills even more, I don't believe he won't be tempted to take action."

Commander Gao said yes, then bowed and left.

Old Liu watched his back as he walked away, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards the opposite wall of the hall. The wall shook slightly, and a sword hanging above made a dragon's roar.

The sword was extremely solemn and simple in shape, not ordinary, but the standard sword worn by emperors.

At this time, he saw Elder Liu's inner strength spurting out, and the sword actually jumped out of the scabbard, bounced off the wall and suddenly reflected. He gently grasped it in his hand and said to himself: "At the beginning, you asked me to write lyrics according to your order, and I went. Your son gave me a sword and asked me to protect the royal family, and I did it. Now it has been five generations since you, and I really don't want to worry about these trivial matters of your Zhao family anymore..."

He held a sword in his hand. The sword was white as snow, like the light of dawn, splitting the chaos and raising a clear light. A sharp aura rushed towards him. He made a move, and a cool breeze suddenly blew in the hall, as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees. He chanted softly: "The cicadas are crying sadly, it's late at the long pavilion, and the sudden rain has just stopped..."

After using the three moves, the sword did not stop, and he did not stop chanting: "Lonely autumn, morning breeze and waning moon, a thousand kinds of love, with whom can I share them..."

At this moment, the hall is densely packed with sword shadows everywhere, which seem to be sword threads, and also seem to be love threads. A continuous and dense sword force that seems to be love, thought, and thought has enveloped the entire hall, and it is impossible to cut it off and sort it out...

Zhao Ti returned to the mansion and just as he reached the door of the study, his expression suddenly changed slightly and he stopped.

Ah Zhu asked, "What do you want me to do, Your Highness?"

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly, and in his mind he kept repeating Lin Lingsu's 108 Heavenly Gang and Earthly Evil Palm strikes.

He had a photographic memory, and the more he thought about the other party's palm technique, the more strange it seemed. At that time, Lin Lingsu covered the yellow paper talisman in his palm, and after making a palm strike, he hit the yellow paper talisman onto the bell, making the bell ring, but the paper talisman was not torn or damaged.

Not only has this been the state of mastering the internal force to the point where it can be released and received freely, but also sending palm force through paper is ten times more difficult than hitting a cow from across a mountain. The subtleties of this require a strong internal force to achieve. Lin Lingsu's martial arts are very strange.

He said, "Nothing, I just had a sudden feeling in my heart that I want to practice a technique."

Ah Zhu said, "Your Highness, do you want to go to the bath room? I and Lan'er will fetch you some water."

Zhao Ti shook his head: "I practice another kind of martial arts, which does not require water, and can be practiced in the training room."

After saying that, he changed direction and walked towards the training room, and went straight in when he arrived.

He wanted to practice the eleventh level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra. His internal strength had already surpassed Wuyazi and others, and was as strong as the rushing Yangtze River. When he saw Lin Lingsu's palm technique that could also produce thunder sounds, he suddenly had an epiphany and decided to give it a try.

At this time, he first performed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm to connect his inside and outside, and then sat on the couch to start practicing the exercises.

A moment later, the "booming" sound of thunder, accompanied by the roar of dragons and elephants, was not only seen and heard internally, but was actually bursting out from the acupuncture points all over the body. In the training room, it was as if a dragon and an elephant were galloping, and it even made the walls vibrate.

When Azhu Lanjian from the outside heard the voice, she couldn't help but show a look of surprise. Lanjian asked, "Sister Azhu, what kind of martial arts did the young master practice that is so amazing?"

Ah Zhu shook her head: "I don't know either. Your Highness knows too many skills, some of which I have never seen before..."

At this time, Tong Guan came trotting over from a distance and shouted, "What's wrong, what's wrong, two girls, what happened?"

Ah Zhu said, "His Highness is practicing in there. He didn't make much noise. I don't know what kind of martial arts he is practicing."

Tong Guan listened carefully for a moment and said, "This sound... can't it be the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra? I saw Huo Linglong use this palm, and it made a similar sound, but the sound inside was much louder than Huo Linglong's palm technique."

Ah Zhu said: "Then it must be this martial art. I wonder what level Your Highness has reached in practice, but it is so terrifying..."

At this moment, Zhao Ti's body in the room was like a small boat, and the dissipated internal energy was like the sea. The boat was sailing on the sea, tossing and floating in the stormy waves.

He seemed to be thrown high up in the previous moment, and was smashed down heavily in the next moment. His body was like the hull of a boat, and his bones were like wooden boards, creaking constantly, as if he would be shattered into pieces at any moment.

He closed his eyes slightly, and was surprised in his heart. He did not expect that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, which only existed in the imagined eleventh level, was actually so dangerous.

Fortunately, he did not encounter any shackles or obstacles, otherwise he would have to break through the bottleneck, which would have been even more dangerous and would have been impossible to accomplish in one go.

The so-called increase of the power of one dragon and one elephant in each level before the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna is an imaginary number. The power of the eleventh level cannot be achieved even if all the previous ten levels are added together.

At this time, Zhao Ti kept accumulating internal strength, and the Shenzu Sutra was automatically running. The true energy of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra was like a huge tide in the sea, with waves rising and clouds disappearing, and it kept rushing upwards.

I heard a Sanskrit sound coming from my body, which was particularly real amidst the dragon's roar. There was a continuous "booming" sound, and the whole training room seemed to be filled with strong energy.

In a daze, he felt as if his surroundings were sinking into an abyss. Ancient dragons and elephants were trampling towards him, and the sound of Zen continued, as if shouting in a low voice: Guilty, guilty...

This is... Zhao Ti thought about it, is this a test of the state of mind? Previously, there was a monk in Tubo who had practiced to the tenth level, but his inner demons suddenly arose and he could not control himself. He danced wildly for seven days and seven nights and finally died.

For this skill, accumulation is difficult on the one hand, but the state of mind is even more difficult than accumulation. Even if the accumulated skills have reached that level, but the state of mind is not right and the inner demons arise, not only will the training be in vain, but even life may be lost.

However, Zhao Ti is not afraid of inner demons. In addition to his own unique experiences and state of mind being different from others, the Huan Yin Sutra actually has the effect of breaking through demonic barriers and breaking through inner demons.

The nature of the Illusion Sound Sutra itself is to make the false appear true, and the true appear false, to hide the illusion, and to change constantly, so it can resist most of the inner demons.

Zhao Ti has mastered the sixth level of the Huan Yin Sutra. It is extremely difficult for him to encounter flaws in his state of mind. Even if he does encounter one, he still has the Huan Yin Sutra as a barrier to defend himself, which can eliminate those inner demons and illusions.

At this time, the sinful voices in my ears were getting louder and louder, like the roar of a Vajra, the shouts of a Dharma protector, the sneer of a Bodhisattva. The Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Kung Fu is a Buddhist practice, so this kind of demonic obstacle would arise.

He couldn't help but snorted coldly: "You are the ones who are guilty!"

All the voices hidden in the void suddenly rose in volume, as if they were angry and pointing fingers at him. They were all directed at him, counting all his sins.

From the time he was a child in the palace to the time he grew up and set up his own residence outside, he was told about his own affairs, even if he did not do them. Everything that Zhao Xu, Zhao Ji, Zhao Ya, and Zhao Si did was also blamed on him. It was all his fault, and he was asked to admit his guilt and mistakes.

The more he listened, the angrier he became. This inner demon was not going away. He couldn't help but sneer, "You bastards!"

At this moment, Azhulan Jian Tongguan was outside the training room when he suddenly heard a deafening noise, as if a stone had broken the sky.

The huge training room actually collapsed and exploded, with bricks, stones and wooden beams flying everywhere. It seemed as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The three people retreated quickly, with extremely shocked expressions.

Zhao Ti's figure was seen leaping out with the bricks and wood, rising into the sky, and a long roar came out of his mouth, like a dragon's roar, echoing throughout the mansion. The eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra had been completed at this time.

After a while, Zhao Ti changed his clothes and sat in the study. Ah Zhu prepared tea and poured it for him. He took a sip.

The eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is incredibly powerful. It is pure masculine and violent force. The so-called indestructible refers to this.

The meridians in his body were still spasming and trembling. It was obvious that this skill was so powerful that even after he reached this level and some time had passed, he still had some reaction.

After drinking several cups of tea, Zhao Ti relaxed a little and looked at the setting sun outside, indicating that it was already dusk.

The east kitchen should have prepared the meal by then. He stood up and was about to call Azhu Lanjian over to eat, when Tong Guan suddenly knocked on the door and came in, reporting, "Your Highness, Prince Duan is here."

Zhao Ti couldn't help but touch his chin when he heard this. Previously in Shenxiao Temple, Zhao Ji said that he would send Li Yan to deliver the deed to the small house in the outer city. Why did he come here by himself?

(End of this chapter)