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

Chapter 25: Lanterns in the Wind and Rain, Heading South to Dali

The night is dark, the wind is howling, and the rain is as heavy as knives.

Tokyo City, Suzaku Street in the south of the city, First Sweet Water Lane.

Countless men in black, wearing straw hats and raincoats, quietly surrounded the alley.

The first Tianshui Lane is mostly occupied by tea houses, many shops and brothels.

At this time, a man who looked like a monkey slid over the wall to the front of the men in black and whispered, "Seventh Brother, make sure Wei Hu is at Mrs. Zhang's house."

"Having sex with Xiao Liuhong?" The leader in black spoke in a gloomy voice.

"That's right!" the ape-like creature replied.

"Start in a quarter of an hour. Make sure to get rid of Wei Hu. Don't worry about others. Once Wei Hu is dead, the Tiger Gang will be leaderless and will inevitably be in turmoil. Disintegration is imminent!"

"Seventh brother is smart!"

"This is what the young master said!"

"My son is brilliant!"

Under Zhou Bridge, beside the Bian River, many boats are docked.

There are several large ships that usually do business of selling jokes. They hang sheepskin lanterns stained with orangutan blood, which are resistant to wind and rain. The lanterns sway, and the ships sway too, with the light flickering.

None of the soldiers from the Imperial Guard who were originally responsible for patrolling the inner and outer cities were to be seen. The wild cat curled up under the tree or by the bridge, making mournful and mournful cries. The water of the Bian River was thick and heavy, ripples formed by the wind, and a deep and eerie cry like a night owl could be heard.

In the distance, an oil-paper umbrella quietly appeared and floated towards the Bian River. The umbrella body was fresh green like grass, tender and pleasing to the eye. It seemed undamaged by the wind and rain, but it was about to be blown away.

There was a young man under the umbrella, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a white Confucian robe, with a calm expression. He gently held the umbrella handle with one hand, and held a small hollow box lamp with a flickering flame inside, illuminating the direction ahead with the other hand.

The boy with a paper umbrella, holding a lantern in the wind and rain, walked to the bank of the Bian River.

He walked lightly, as if in rhythm with the raindrops falling from the sky, each step having a distinct rhythm.

Behind him followed a man in black, holding an iron spear upside down. His entire body was the same color as the darkness, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Behind the man in black were many straw hats and raincoats hanging in the distance, as if they were invisible in the wind and rain, and were difficult to discern from a distance.

A huge ship was on the riverside on a stormy night, and the sound of singing and dancing could be heard. The sounds of the beautiful women were so moving that one's heart was moved and his imagination was running wild.

The ship was on the shore along the gangplank, with a wooden awning erected next to it and someone guarding it. At this moment, a vigilant voice came from under the awning: "Who is it? Where are you from?"

The young man shook the small carved lantern in his hand and said, "The night watchman of the Song Dynasty!"

"Where did this nerd come from? Get out of here!"

The young man smiled and said, "I'm looking for the girl in green."

"There is no such thing as a girl in green!" A figure flashed under the tent, and a man came out: "I think you are tired of living, so I will throw you into the river to feed the fish and shrimps!"

He couldn't see the scene in the distance clearly, only the light and the young man in white shirt. He rushed forward and stretched out his hand to grab the young man's collar.

The young man's feet slid and his body dodged to the side. The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was blown up by the wind. He used his free hand to lightly sweep across the man's neck. A white and red light appeared, and the man's head flew up and landed in the Bian River in the distance.

The young man looked at his cuffs, half of the sword was visible, it was quite useful, he whispered to himself.

He reached out and grabbed the fallen oil-paper umbrella, and the people in bamboo hats and raincoats began to surge forward behind him, approaching the big ship.

At this time, the big ship began to shake, as if something happened under the ship, and then the hull sank slightly, as if it took in the river water.

There were sounds of surprise in the ship's upper deck, and then there was chaos. The door was kicked open with a bang, and someone shouted, "What's going on? Why is there water coming into the bottom of the ship?"

The people on the shore climbed onto the boat via the gangway, and fought with the people wearing straw hats and raincoats who came out of the building.

The young man stood motionless on the shore, his eyes bright, not blinking in the chaos. The figure holding the iron spear behind him also did not move, like a shadow, falling beside the young man from beginning to end.

This boat is owned by the Qingyi Club, one of the seven gangs and eight associations in Tokyo. There are seven gangs in the inner city and eight associations in the outer city. No one would have thought that the Qingyi Club in the outer city has another boat on the Bianhe River in the inner city.

And this ship happens to be the headquarters of the Tsing Yi Society.

The young man was Zhao Ti. He asked Shang Qi to go to Tianshui Lane to kill Wei Hu of the Tiger Gang, while he himself blocked the leader of the Qingyi Society, Yan Qingyi, here.

The leader of the Qingyi Gang is a human trafficker and a brothel owner. He has many connections with the underground Guifanlou. It is said that the leader Yan Qingyi came from Guifanlou.

The killing on the big ship was very fast. It didn't take long before the symphony of weapons died down. Only a very thin figure was seen suddenly appearing in the boat, passing over the heads of the crowd like a dragonfly skimming the water, and after a few leaps, it jumped to the shore.

The man in black behind Zhao Ti moved forward, and the iron spear in his hand suddenly emitted a black light. Under the night sky, he looked like a nimble dragon.

The figure held two willow-leaf knives, swung them in a pattern and crossed them like scissors, and hurriedly blocked the attack.

The black-clad man's iron spear kept slashing and slashing at the figure, and he was completely unable to resist. Before he could make three moves, he was lifted high up and then thrown to the ground.

When everyone came to see, it turned out to be a woman with a fierce look on her face. She had been shot in the chest and blood was gushing out. She had died on the spot.

Someone who knew him carefully identified him and called out his name, which turned out to be Yan Qingyi, the leader of the Qingyi Society.

Zhao Ti smiled from behind, holding a lantern in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and turned around. Zhou Tong followed closely behind him, carrying a spear, and walked into the wind and rain...

Three days later, the sun was shining brightly and it was a clear and sunny day.

On the highway heading south from Gyeonggi Province, a horse-drawn carriage was moving forward at a leisurely pace.

The young man was wearing a snow-white shirt, sitting sideways on the shaft, leaning against the carriage.

He slightly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling, a green grass stalk was clamped by his ear, and he sang softly:

The peach leaves are pointed

Willow leaves cover the sky

This Ming Agong in his position

Listen carefully to what I have to say

This happened
Wuliang Mountain in Dali
Wuliang Mountain Jianhu Palace
There is a Duan Lao San...

Zhao Ti became happier and happier as he sang. He had not left the capital for more than ten years. Now he was extremely happy and asked Zhou Tong, who was driving the carriage, "Has Guangzu ever been to Dali?"

Zhou Tong put down his whip and was also happy. He turned around and smiled and said, "Sir, I went there twice when I was young. I loved traveling at that time. I wanted to see all the beautiful scenery in the world, walk through famous mountains and rivers, and visit many places."

Zhao Ti raised his lips and said, "Guang Zu is really envious. Does Dali have any old friends that I can turn to for help?"

Zhou Tong thought for a moment and said, "There is indeed a good friend who sent a letter to Shaanxi two years ago, asking me to come over to reminisce about the past."

Zhao Ti sat up straight and asked, "Are you also a member of the Jianghu?"

At this time, Su Da jumped from the back of the car to the front: "I will drive the car, Lao Zhou and the young master have a good talk."

Zhou Tong handed the whip to Su Da and said, "This good friend of mine is half a man of the underworld. His surname is Ma and his given name is Wude. He is a tea merchant, rich and hospitable, like Mengchang. If a down-and-out warrior goes to seek refuge with him, he will definitely treat him with all his heart. I have lived in his home for more than a month."

Zhao Ti's expression changed slightly: "How is his martial arts?"

Zhou Tong said: "His martial arts skills are mediocre, but he has a very good relationship with people. He is always respectful to everyone he meets, no matter if they are the leader of a sect or a gang, they all call him Brother Ma Wu."

Zhao Ti nodded and smiled.

The Ma Wude that Zhou Tong mentioned should be the Ma Wude who brought Duan Yu to visit the Jianhu Palace in Wuliang Mountain, the old martial artist Ma Wude from Pu'er in southern Yunnan!

(End of this chapter)