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

Chapter 28 You're practicing your sword incorrectly
Zhao Ti and others followed Ma Wude to the gate of Jianhu Palace, where they were greeted by Zuo Zimu, the leader of Wuliangjiandong Sect.

After some greetings and the usual compliments, they went into the martial arts training hall and took their seats.

Zhao Ti originally planned to find an opportunity to escape alone, and Zhou Tong and the other two would go to look for him later according to the route he gave.

If the three of them go together, it will alert the people of Wuliang Sword, and they will be at a disadvantage if they search the whole mountain. Langhuan Blessed Land is there and they can't escape, so there is no need to do things too roughly.

But Duan Yu kept chattering in his ear along the way, and once he entered the palace, he kept asking him questions about this and that, all of which were about the glorious things happening in the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Ti was a little overwhelmed and planned to leave Jianhu Palace under the pretext of convenience, but the other party grabbed his arm and said, "Brother Zhao, let's go together."

Duan·zhen·dog-skin plaster·annoying·Yu!

Zhao Ti could have managed to escape, but Duan Yu was a big mouth by nature, and he might have been shocked and made a big fuss when he returned.

So Zhao Ti sat motionless on a chair in the martial arts hall with a gloomy face the whole time. Duan Yu sat close to him, as if afraid that he would leave, and they talked with each other's arm.

The situation calmed down a bit until the competition started, which made Zhao Ti feel relieved. He then started to think about how he could find an opportunity to escape.

The two sects then fought each other, with swords flashing coldly. Zhao Ti frowned as he watched.

It was the first time for him to see people from different martial arts sects compete with each other. It was different from the fighting in Tokyo gangs, and also very different from the sparring between the guards and martial artists in the palace.

As he watched, a trace of disappointment arose in his heart. It was not as powerful as he had imagined. Perhaps it was also because the martial arts inherited from the Wuliang Sword itself were not very advanced. In short, it was not impressive.

All the fighters in the duel used swords. Regardless of how sophisticated their moves were, in his eyes there was only one word: slow!

It was really too slow. He had practiced swordplay since he was a child. Although his speed could not be as ethereal as that of the Sunflower Manual, it was definitely much faster than these disciples of the Wuliang Sword.

Then things unfolded as remembered. When Gong Guangjie of the Wuliang Sword East Sect was fighting against a disciple of the West Sect, he used the "Falling Step". He swung the sword as if with too much force, and his body swayed slightly, as if he was about to fall.

Duan Yu suddenly chuckled, then realized he had lost his composure and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

Zhao Ti sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, the disciple from the Western Sect swung his palm and hit the opponent's back. Gong Guangjie stepped forward to avoid it, swung the sword in his hand suddenly, shouted "hit", and stabbed the left leg of the disciple from the Western Sect, and the competition came to an end.

After five games and three wins, the East Sect won again. The face of Xin Shuangqing, the leader of the West Sect, became extremely ugly. For the next five years, the East Sect would still live in Jianhu Palace and study the Wuliang Jade Disk, while the West Sect could only go back to practice martial arts and wait for the next competition.

Zuo Zimu's face was flushed. He chatted with Xin Shuangqing for a while and then suddenly turned his eyes to Duan Yu.

Zhao Ti closed his eyes slightly, too lazy to listen, until Zuo Zimu urged his disciples to compete with Duan Yu. Gong Guangjie came over after failing to challenge Duan Yu, slapped Duan Yu in the face, and approached with a sword. When he reached out to grab Duan Yu's collar, he turned his back on the steel sword, with the tip of the sword pointing less than a foot away from Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Zhou Tong and Su Da behind him shouted together, "How dare you!" and stepped forward to block Zhao Ti.

Everyone in the martial arts training hall was stunned, their eyes were all attracted.

Ma Wude's face had turned as pale as pig liver. Duan Yu was beaten and failed to plead for mercy, which had already made him lose face. Now the other group of people he brought with him were also trying to cause trouble. He immediately stood up and said, "Brother Zhou..."

He knew Zhou Tong's martial arts, and he was certainly not a weak scholar like Duan Yu. However, the current situation did not allow for violence. After all, they would suffer a loss in the opponent's sect.

Gong Guangjie was stunned for a moment and took his hand back. Duan Yu patted his chest and said, "What's the point of fighting and killing? If you lose, you will be in pain and die. It would be better to put down the sword and study Buddhism like me."

"Shut up!" Gong Guangjie glared at him fiercely, looking at Zhou Tong and Su Da with flickering eyes.

Zhao Ti coughed lightly and said, "Guangzu, you two should get out of the way."

Upon hearing this, the two of them took a step back. Zhao Ti turned his head slightly to look at Ma Wude and said, "Brother Ma Wu, this place is boring. We will leave first."

Ma Wude said, "Okay, I'll take Brother Zhao home." Then he was about to stand up.

Zuo Zimu said, "Wait, Brother Ma Wu, does your good friend have the same origin as that nerd named Duan?" Ma Wude couldn't lie, so he just said, "He is definitely not a relative of our sect, but he is an old friend."

Zuo Zimu asked, "Why are you scolding my disciples? Are you and Duan's gang? If you want to help, why didn't you stand up before instead of sitting there pretending to be so arrogant?"

Zhou Tong snorted, "Your disciple is unworthy. He just pointed a sword at my young master. How could I not scold him?"

Zuo Zimu said, "Why is it that such a delicate person can go to the martial arts world? In the martial arts world, martial arts are everything. Otherwise, you will be like that Duan guy, and it will be useless to fight him."

There were many people in the martial arts training hall, almost all of them were local martial artists and leaders of various sects. They couldn't help but laugh when they heard what he said. Ma Wude suddenly felt ashamed and covered his face with his hands.

Seeing this, Zhou Tong said coldly: "Then I will compete with him."

Zuo Zimu said, "Does your young master not know martial arts? If so, there is no need to compete. Tell your men to show their abilities and apologize to my disciple."

Su was furious and said, "We were the two who scolded your blind disciple. How dare you ask my young master to apologize? Come on, come on, let me fight you, old man."

Gong Guangjie had already taken a step back, waving his sword in his hand, and said angrily: "Who the hell are you? How dare you fight with my master!"

Just as Su Da was about to speak, Zhao Ti said from behind, "Ask him how he wants to compete."

Su Dadao: "How do you want to compete?"

Zuo Zimu sneered: "You have to ask your subordinates to pass on your words. What a big deal! If you can defeat my disciple, I will take back what I said and ask him to apologize to you!"

"Him?" Zhao Ti pointed at Gong Guangjie, raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

"You pretty boy, you still look down on me?" Gong Guangjie was furious when he heard that.

Zhao Ti blinked and looked at Duan Yu: "Brother Duan, he said you are a gigolo."

Duan Yu shook his head: "No, no, I am only wearing a green shirt, which makes me look pale. Brother Zhao is wearing a white shirt, which makes him look even paler. He is talking about you, Brother Zhao."

"Then what do you want to do?" Zuo Zimu saw that Zhao Ti's words were as if they were a joke and he didn't take him seriously at all, so he said with a gloomy expression.

"If you defeat the apprentice, the apprentice will apologize. What if you defeat the master?" Zhao Ti said indifferently.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and everyone looked at Zhao Ti, including a round-faced, big-eyed girl who was hiding on the beam of the hall. She was holding a dozen small snakes about a foot long in her hands, and looked at Zhao Ti with surprise.

"You want to compete with me again?" Zuo Zimu suddenly turned to look at Ma Wude: "Brother Ma Wu, did you bring this guy to challenge my Jianhu Palace?"

Ma Wude thought to himself, you've told me everything, I've lost all my face today.

Seeing that he was silent, Zuo Zimu said, "How shameless! Beat my disciple first."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "So you agree? Bring me a sword. I will teach your disciple how to use a sword. He has learned it wrong and doesn't even know it."

"You are talking nonsense!" Zuo Zimu said angrily, "Give him a sword, I want to see what he can do!"

At this time, a female disciple from the Western Sect ran over and handed over a sword. Xin Shuangqing glared at her, and the disciple stuck out her tongue and quickly ran back.

Zhao Ti flicked his finger and nodded, "It's still usable. Come on."

Gong Guangjie in front said, "Come to the center of the field!"

Zhao Ti smiled and shook his head: "Don't stand to compete, you practiced the sword incorrectly, I can beat you while sitting."

Gong Guangjie became furious upon hearing this, roared, and rushed forward with a sword.

(End of this chapter)