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

Chapter 72: Four-way
Zhao Ti said: "Your Majesty, Lord Wang Wengong has only an heir."

Wang Wengong was Wang Anshi, who had two sons and two daughters. His eldest son, Wang Pang, was promoted to the position of a scholar of Longtu Pavilion. He died of illness at the age of 33 in the ninth year of Xining. His second son, Wang Pang, suffered from epilepsy due to excessive pressure from his father and brother. He frightened his own son to death with a knife and died soon after.

The eldest daughter married Wu Anchi, the attendant of Tianzhang Pavilion, and the second daughter married Cai Bian.

Zhao Xu said: "It doesn't matter if it's a grandson, just continue the incense and send my regards to show that the court has not forgotten the Wang family."

Zhao Ti pondered, "If I see that there is nothing wrong, what should I do if I see that my clansmen are breaking the law and humiliating the reputation of Lord Wang Wen?"

Zhao Xu was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Prince Yan will handle it as appropriate."

The next day, Zhao Xu issued an edict to appoint Zhao Ti as the envoy of Jiangnan East Route, Jiangnan West Route, Zhejiang East Route and Zhejiang West Route, to inspect Jiangnan, and set off three days later.

The Xuanfushi was a temporary official during wartime or after a major event. He was in charge of all military, political and civil affairs in all the regions under his command and had enormous power.

Zhao Ti returned home to make preparations. The rebellion of the Ming Cult at this time was indeed detrimental to the new law. The old parties in the government and the opposition would take the opportunity to stir up trouble. Zhao Xu had the Red Dragon Guards of the Wude Division who traveled all over the country and were well-informed. They must have noticed that something was wrong with the Ming Cult, so they had the idea of monitoring or destroying it.

Now Yang Yunchong is still under house arrest in Jinfeng Tower. The old man with white hair and white eyebrows has been transferred to the prison of the Infantry Division. In the evening, he went to the tower and asked someone to bring Yang Yunchong over for interrogation.

Yang Yunchong was escorted here by Hou San and Zhu Si, looking at a loss. After seeing Zhao Ti, he fell to his knees with a plop.

Zhao Ti said calmly: "Have you figured it out?"

Yang Yunchong was in mixed emotions. He hadn't thought it through yet, but he knelt down for some reason.

He thought to himself that he had lost all his martial arts skills and was a useless person. He would not be valued by the sect if he returned, but he did not want to die. Besides, the old man with white eyebrows had already surrendered to him. Since he could surrender, why couldn't he surrender to him? The other party was a prince of the imperial court. If he surrendered... maybe he could really enjoy glory and wealth.

"I, the criminal, have thought it through." Yang Yunchong kowtowed and said, "I am willing to surrender to Your Highness, but I have no martial arts skills now, so I don't know what use I am to you."

Zhao Ti said: "That ghost Fan Lou's hands are crude, and he doesn't know how to abolish martial arts. As long as you work hard, you may be able to recover!"

"Recover?" Yang Yunchong was stunned. Since the other party was a prince, he might have some means to recover his martial arts. A hint of enthusiasm immediately appeared on his face: "Your Highness, as long as I can recover my martial arts, I will ask this criminal to do anything."

Hou San sneered at him, "Are you very good at martial arts? Why do you want to recover so badly?"

Yang Yunchong said hurriedly: "It's hard to say how powerful he is, but at least he has some martial arts skills so that he can serve His Highness better."

Zhao Ti said: "I want to ask you, what is the name of the old man with white hair and eyebrows, and what is his status in the Ming Cult?"

Yang Yunchong was stunned: "Don't you know, His Highness?"

"Just say whatever the master tells you to say. Why are you talking nonsense?" Zhu Si shouted from the side.

"His name is Baihongjian Yin Muchang, and he is a loner in the sect." Yang Yunchong was suspicious, thinking to himself, could it be that the other party suspected that Yin Muchang had lied and asked him to verify it? Yes, yes, it is not so easy to be a lackey. Since ancient times, it has been said that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger, and serving the king should be similar.

"Master Yin Mu, Sanren..." Zhao Ti nodded. The Ming Cult was powerful, and it would not be easy to grope around randomly when going to the south of the Yangtze River this time. It would save a lot of trouble to have some people who were familiar with the affairs of the cult to lead the way.

"Who is that little girl?"

"Little girl? Your Highness, what little girl?" Yang Yunchong asked puzzledly.

"It was roughly like this when I was with Yin Muchang before..." Zhao Ti gave a brief description.

Yang Yunchong shook his head: "Your Highness, I have no impression of this criminal. I don't know which one you are talking about."

Hou San said: "Since you have come to surrender, don't hide it. It will do you no good."

Yang Yunchong frowned again and thought for a long time before saying, "Your Highness, there are many women in the sect, none of them are as easy to recognize as Yin Mu with white hair and eyebrows. I really don't know who your Highness is talking about."

Zhao Ti took out the portrait painted in Prince Duan's mansion from his bosom and threw it forward: "Do you recognize it?"

Yang Yunchong took it and looked at it carefully for a few breaths, still shaking his head: "Your Highness, I have never seen your appearance, and this kind of dress is not seen in the sect."

Zhao Ti asked, "Aren't you coming to Tokyo to look for her?"

Yang Yunchong said: "The sect wants to set up a branch in Tokyo, and sent several groups to investigate. I am not on this group to contact this woman. The sect has made careful divisions, and each group acts independently. Once there is any clue, the sect will inform the group, and then the Dharma King will be sent to lead the group." "Who are you contacting?" Zhao Ti frowned. He didn't expect the Ming Cult to act so meticulously.

"The criminal did not lie before. The contact person lives in Bixie Lane. His surname is Chen and his name is Bandao. He has lived in Tokyo for a long time."

"So the woman in the painting is only recognized by Yin Muchang?"

"Wang Jia said that the two were together before, I'm afraid that's the case." Yang Yunchong said cautiously.

"Okay, in that case, follow me to the prison, and you try to persuade Chief Yin Mu." Zhao Ti said.

"Ah?" Yang Yunchong was stunned when he heard this. Hadn't the other party already surrendered? Why did he still need to persuade him?

"Young Master Yang, let's go quickly!" Hou San said with a wry smile.

Zhu Si put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Brother Yang, why are you in a daze? You should do your best to serve the young master in the future."

Yang Yunchong gritted his teeth. Since he had already surrendered, there was no point in thinking about anything else. He just did whatever he was told to do.

After leaving the palace, he went straight to the Infantry Commandery. The Imperial Guard had a large prison outside the city, but because there was no commander-in-chief, it had been abandoned for a long time. The Infantry and Cavalry Commands both built their own separate prisons.

When I got to the prison, it was dark. There was only one prisoner, Yin Mu, in the entire cell, and there were more than ten jailers guarding him.

His face was pale and he looked extremely painful. He had been tortured by the Phantom Yin Qi for the past few days and was unable to live or die.

This was the lightest move Zhao Ti had made, using only a trace of internal force, otherwise it would have been even more unbearable.

Seeing someone outside the fence, his eyes widened immediately, but he could not make a sound. His meridians and acupoints were infected by the Phantom Yin Qi, and he became stiff and unable to move.

Hou San took the key from the jailer, opened the cell door, and everyone walked in.

Yin Muchang's gaze first looked at Zhao Ti, and then fell on Yang Yunchong.

When Yang Yunchong saw him tied to a wooden pillar, looking weak and angry, he suddenly felt guilty and quickly lowered his head.

Zhao Ti stretched out his hand and pressed towards Yin Mu's Changtianchi acupoint. The cold and yin true energy in the other party's body seemed to be attracted by magnetism and immediately swam over.

This strand of true energy was much weaker than before, but it had not been completely dissipated. When it was taken away by Zhao Ti, Yin Mu let out a long sigh.

Zhu Si moved a chair over, and Zhao Ti went back to sit at the cell door: "Young Master Yang, please give him some advice."

Yang Yunchong looked up at Yin Muchang and forced a smile: "Sanren Yin, how are you?"

Yin Mu stared at him, his throat making a humming sound, and it took him a long time to utter a word: "Why did you betray your religion?"

Yang Yunchong took a deep breath and said, "Yin Sanren, there is an old saying that a man who knows the current situation is a hero..."

"Bah!" Yin Muchang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, which sprayed all over Yang Yunchong's face.

Yang Yunchong wiped it with his sleeves and continued, "Sanren Yin, as the old saying goes, if you learn the arts of literature and martial arts, you can become a member of an imperial family. The apricot blossoms on Yushan Mountain are blooming, don't you want to go back and take a look? As long as you surrender to His Highness, you can immediately regain your freedom. Glory and wealth will be at your fingertips. Why would you associate with the evildoers of the Ming Cult?"

Yin Muchang's eyes were wide open with anger: "I will kill you, the apostate." He struggled forward with all his might, the chains rattling, and Yang Yunchong was so scared that he quickly took a step back.

Zhao Ti shook his head upon seeing this. It was not that Yang Yunchong was not good at speaking, but that Yin Muchang really had no intention of surrendering to him.

He said calmly: "I will destroy his martial arts just like Gui Fanlou destroyed your martial arts."

Yang Yunchong knew that this was a token of surrender, and he could not evade the question, so he whispered, "Yes, Your Highness..."

The next day, Zhao Ti had just finished his breakfast when Zhou Tong came hurriedly: "Your Majesty, there is a letter from Dali sent to me."

(End of this chapter)