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

Chapter 69: Capture and capture

For a moment, the bedroom in front was brightly lit on all sides and filled with noise.

"Your Majesty..." Tong Guan said hurriedly, "I will protect you and take you back to the training room. As long as I am alive, I will not let you get hurt at all!"

Zhao Ti seemed to be thinking about something: "After all these years, this is the first time that I have encountered an assassin. Let's go and take a look."

"Your Majesty, no!" Tong Guan said, "Your Majesty, please go inside and take shelter. I will meet you at the door. If the assassin wants to force his way in, he will have to step over me!"

Zhao Ti glanced at him and said, "Let's see how capable the assassin is. It would be a great achievement if we can capture him."

"Great achievement..." Tong Guan was stunned when he heard this.

"Let's go and see what kind of person he is. Is he the remnant of Gui Fanlou or some other short-sighted bandit." Zhao Ti walked away with his hands behind his back and Tong Guan hurriedly followed.

The guards in the mansion had surrounded the bedroom at this time. Zhou Tong, Bai Zhan and others were looking at him from below, all with bad faces. They were derelict in their duty as the assassin had broken into the mansion.

There was a black shadow lying motionless on the ridge of the long bedroom. From this angle, a bow and arrow could not hit the person, and a crossbow arrow could not hit him either.

Zhou Tong shook his spear, and Bai Zhan drew out his sword with a clang. Zhou Tong shouted to the roof, "You thief, you are so bold to break into the palace at night. Come down and die!"

The black shadow on the roof was silent, as if blending into the night. Zhou Tong glanced at Bai Zhan, tapped the ground with the tip of his spear to gain leverage, suddenly jumped up, and bounced directly towards the roof.

He did not use an iron spear; the flower spear was more flexible and suitable for fighting at high altitudes.

As soon as his body was on the roof, with a "whoosh" sound, he used the momentum to strike forward with the gun.

A cold light flashed in the black shadow's hand, and a single rainbow-like sword appeared. There were continuous sounds of "ding ding ding", and the two men exchanged three moves in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Ti stared at the roof with an expressionless face. The black shadow's martial arts skills were not that strong and were weaker than those of the South China Sea Crocodile God. If he were on the ground, Zhou Tong would have a better chance of winning. However, he would be at a disadvantage using a spear on the roof. His body movements would inevitably not be flexible when the spear was opened and closed, so he had to be careful with his feet at all times.

After a few more moves, the black shadow's voice was heard: "Hawk dog, why did you surrender to the imperial court!"

Zhou Tong was furious when he heard this. The tip of his spear trembled, and three tassel flowers emerged from the spear head, locking onto the black shadow's throat and chest.

The black shadow suddenly flipped up and slashed downwards in mid-air. This sword was tricky and risky, but it was very effective on the roof. Zhou Tong had no choice but to retreat and even jumped to the ground.

Seeing this, Bai Zhan raised his sword and tried to continue, but Tong Guan shouted, "Masters, step back and let me catch this thief!"

Before he could finish his words, his body had already rushed out, like a phantom in wisps of smoke, and landed on the top of the room.

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows slightly. Why was the Sunflower Manual used by Tong Guan different from his own?
Although Tong Guan's performance at this moment was different from the ghostly and gloomy one cultivated by the incomplete manual, it had more charm, but it was also not as smoky as his own.

Could it be because of the phantom Yin Qi?

By this time the two had already started fighting. Tong Guan had been practicing martial arts from the Sunflower Manual for nearly a year, earlier than Zhao Ti. His skills were very unique, emphasizing intention rather than qi, and changes rather than moves. The incomplete Exorcism Sword Technique had gone astray due to the damage, while the Red Thread Flying Needle had no fixed moves, as there were endless variations and it was the quickest to learn.

Tong Guan's sleeves were waving, and there was almost no sound of breaking through the air. Two flying needles wandered strangely and shot towards the vital points of the black shadow.

The black shadow let out an unexpected scream, obviously he was greatly shocked by Tong Guan's martial arts. He didn't expect that there was such a master in the palace.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them were more than ten moves away. Tong Guan was like a fish in water on the top of the spine, and the black shadow was already in a dilemma. Tong Guan suddenly slid and was behind the black shadow. The black shadow was startled and just wanted to dodge, but he felt a chill under his shoulder and ribs, and he had been pierced by the flying needle.

There was a red thread hanging on the needle. Tong Guan shook his hands and said with a chuckle, "Go down!" The black shadow fell directly from the roof. Zhou Tongbai, Zhan Su Da and others rushed forward, waving their weapons and forcing the opponent to stop.

The man was wearing night clothes and his face was covered with a black cloth. Su Da tore it open, revealing an old and angry face. It was the old man with white eyebrows and beard that Zhao Ti saw on the night of the sale.

Tong Guan jumped off the roof, ran to Zhao Ti's side, and asked for credit: "Your Majesty, is my skill okay?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "It hasn't been long since your godfather passed away, and it hasn't been long since you learned the manual. You can master this martial art quite quickly. Not bad."

When Tong Guan heard Zhao Ti mention the word "treasure book" and said it would be learned quickly, his face immediately changed color. He was afraid that Zhao Ti would want it, but he dared not refuse to give it to him. If he gave it to him, he would become a sinner. He immediately stammered: "Your Majesty, I have been learning it for a year. It was passed down to me when my godfather was still alive."

Zhao Ti walked forward with a smile. The old man was tied up and cursing loudly.

Yu Er said, "Your Majesty, shall I stuff his mouth?"

Zhao Ti shook his head and pointed at the old man's Tianchi acupoint. The old man was shocked and angry: "What do you want to do, you evil king?"

Seeing that Zhao Ti actually used a rare acupoint-pressing technique, he was shocked, but then he realized that it was not a specific acupoint that was pressed, but a sudden chill penetrated into his body. He shivered violently and felt so cold and uncomfortable that he couldn't even curse.

The martial art of Phantom Yin Finger is a bit like a life and death talisman, a stream of cold and yin internal energy is attached and wanders through the limbs and bones. It is almost impossible to eradicate it if it is not a specifically restrained internal energy.

Zhao Ti said calmly, "Are you here to look for Yang Yunchong?"

The old man was speechless, but just glared at him. Zhao Ti sneered, "Yang Yunchong has surrendered to me, and will never see you bandits again."

The old man's eyes were red with anger, and he tried hard to suppress the pain and blurted out two words: "You are nonsense..."

Zhao Ti shook his head: "What is your position in the Ming Cult? And where is that little girl now?"

The old man's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he showed a look of shock and surprise. Then he closed his mouth tightly, biting his teeth and lips until they bled.

"Did that little girl tell you my identity?" Zhao Ti stroked his chin and asked, "What is her position in the Ming Cult? What's her name?"

The old man was speechless at the moment, but his heart was filled with turmoil. He didn't know how the other party could reveal his origins.

Zhao Ti looked at him for a moment and shook his head: "It's better if you don't tell me. Yang Yunchong will tell me."

The old man didn't believe it at first, but when he thought that the other party shouldn't know his origins anyway, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Zhao Ti waved his hand: "Take him away."

Zhou Tongbaizhan pushed the old man away and detained him. Zhao Ti looked at the sky, asked people to clean the roof and floor, and then went to rest.

The next morning, he drove straight to the Golden Wind and Rain Tower. When he entered the backyard, Hou San was carrying food to a house. When he saw him, he hurriedly saluted and said, "Young Master is here."

Zhao Ti asked, "How is that man?"

Hou San said: "I was just about to deliver the meal, and I think it's time to start bowing in the air again."

Zhao Ti nodded and entered the house. As expected, he saw Yang Yunchong kneeling on the ground, facing west, muttering something and performing the ritual of bowing.

(End of this chapter)