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

Chapter 82: Budai Monk
Time passed by little by little unknowingly, and when the moon was full in the sky outside, Zhao Ti still had his eyes closed, with a look that seemed both happy and sad, as if he had a majestic appearance, which made Li Qingluo a little dazed.

She had never seen what it looked like when the Xiao Wuxiang Gong was practiced, and even Ding Chunqiu had not mastered it completely. But seeing that the other party's expression was different at this time, she couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Ding Chunqiu had wasted years practicing Xiao Wuxiang Gong, and she had gained nothing. Could it be that the King of Yan could master it in just a few hours? Impossible, absolutely impossible...

At this moment, Zhao Ti's internal energy was surging. He felt that Xiao Wuxiang Gong was not that difficult. The main thing about this technique was that it was complicated, extremely complicated, so complicated that while practicing it, one would forget the previous routes. It was difficult to remember those hundreds or even thousands of routes, and one's mind would be in a mess. Then all previous efforts would be wasted, and one would have to start all over again.

The name of the truth that is free from all forms is called formless. The name is based on the principle. The principle is free from all forms and has no such form, so it is called formless. It is small and formless, like a mustard seed or Mount Sumeru, with no trace to be found. This is why it is called small and formless.

The power of this technique lies in its ability to imitate other martial arts. As long as one has learned Xiao Wuxiang Gong and understood the moves of a certain martial art, one will be able to use the internal force of Xiao Wuxiang Gong to imitate and even produce effects that surpass the original ones. People who do not understand this martial art will definitely not be able to see the effect.

As for those martial arts that have no special moves, such as the One Finger Zen and the Air-Splitting Palm, which simply use internal force to injure people, the Little Wuxiang Gong can also imitate them and produce similar effects.

But this is almost useless, because if you imitate the moves, you can watch the fight with the opponent and remember how to use them. But to imitate the release of internal energy, you have to know the route of the internal force, and then use the Xiao Wuxiang Qi to move the route of this internal force and then use it.

But since you know the route of this internal energy, even if you already possess this internal energy, there is no need to use Xiao Wuxiang to imitate it. You can just use this internal energy directly.

Zhao Ti has already cultivated the Xiao Wuxiang True Qi. This true qi is like a giant net, extending from the Dantian in all directions. The twelve main meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, and 360 visible and hidden acupuncture points of the human body are intertwined to form countless running routes, and the Xiao Wuxiang True Qi keeps wandering in these complicated routes.

It was no problem for Zhao Ti to remember these routes because he had a photographic memory and could remember everything he saw and heard. As long as he thought about it, he could remember everything.

He was somewhat surprised at the way he was practicing Xiao Wuxiang Gong in his body. This technique was not something that could be mastered by someone with great talent for martial arts. Memory was one aspect. Although he couldn't have a photographic memory like himself, he had to be able to memorize everything he saw and have an amazing memory. Also, he had to have a deep understanding of the word Wuxiang.

As the number of true Qi routes in his body increased, he somehow suddenly thought of the Buddha statues and Bodhisattvas enshrined in the temples, and also of the heavenly gods in the famous Guan Temples. They were pure and natural, solemn and dignified, dignified and immaculate, without any increase or decrease.

Then for some reason he thought of Jiumozhi's greasy face pretending to be a Buddha, and also of the portrait on the Bei Ming Divine Art scroll, who had the same appearance as Li Qiushui, but with a more seductive look, like a dancing demon girl.

There is a form, there is no form. There is no form, there is no form…

The true energy in Zhao Ti's body surged rapidly, moving as fast as lightning. Each running route split into countless routes again, and unexpectedly went straight to the middle dantian Jianggong, but did not enter the Jianggong Tanzhong acupoint. It circled around this acupoint and began to disperse to both sides...

At this moment, a slight "crashing" sound suddenly came from the other side of the Langhuan Jade Cave.

Li Qingluo turned around to look puzzled. The Langhuan Jade Cave was very wide, and the distance between the two sides was not close. There were more than a dozen bookshelves lined up in the middle, and she could not see the whole place. She felt that the sound did not seem to be in the cave, but came from the opposite mountain wall.

She hurriedly looked at Tong Guan, but saw that Tong Guan made a gesture to keep quiet. Li Qingluo took a light breath, looked over the top of the bookshelf, and stared at the opposite wall.

The Mantuo Villa is built on a small island deep in the Taihu Lake. There is a small hill on the island. The Langhuan Jade Cave is actually built on the hill on the island.

Li Qingluo's expression suddenly changed as she watched. Could it be that someone had entered the hill from that end? Was he opening a passage to the Langhuan Jade Cave?

The hills on the island are not harder than the rocks and soil on the shore, and there are many naturally formed small caves. The mountains are exquisite and the two sides are actually very close, so it is easy to connect them. If you don’t know the location of the Langhuan Jade Cave, it would be fine. If you know, you can really come from there.

Thinking of this, Li Qingluo was shocked. How could this thief know the existence of Langhuan Jade Cave? Could it be the thief who stole the seven secret books of Xiao Wuxiang Gong?
But since he had acquired the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, why did he come back? And since he had stolen the secret book before, he obviously had seen the mechanism, so why did he dig from a hole in the side and try to break through the mountain wall to get in?
As Li Qingluo thought about it, her expression changed drastically, and her face suddenly became as cold as ice. What a thief, is he trying to open a secret passage to empty the Langhuan Jade Cave?
Yes, yes, he must have wanted to steal all the secret books in the cave. He felt that the main entrance of Langhuan Jade Cave was inconvenient to enter and exit, and he couldn't move all the books in one go. It would be easy for people to discover and all his efforts would be wasted, so he used such a trick?
She gritted her teeth and her hand unconsciously rested on the sword at her waist.

Tong Guan stretched out two fingers and shook them. Li Qingluo stopped moving, her face looking extremely ugly. She hated this thief in her heart. He was so greedy that he wanted to destroy the foundation of her Mantuo Villa.

At this moment, I heard the noise coming from the opposite stone wall getting louder and louder, and it seemed to be getting closer, but the excavation position was obviously not well grasped, and the sound coming from it was a bit high, as if it was coming from the upper part of the cave wall.

Tong Guan winked at Li Qingluo, and the two of them lowered their bodies slightly, leaving only their eyes above the bookshelf, staring motionlessly at the mountain wall in the distance.

After a while, there was a sound of loosening coming from the mountain wall, and then a piece of gravel fell to the ground with a "pop".

The noise inside disappeared immediately and it became as silent as death.

After another half a while, a rustling sound was heard, and the rocks and soil on the wall about five or six feet above the ground kept sliding down. A black hole began to expand little by little from the size of an egg, and finally became about three feet in size.

Li Qingluo held her breath and stared at the stone wall. It was dark inside and there was no light, but after a few breaths, an arm suddenly stretched out.

A moment later, another monk's head popped out from the cave, and a monk jumped out of the cave quickly and landed silently.

Just look at this monk in his simple robes, his high spirits, and a faint glow of precious light flowing on his face, just like a bright pearl or jade, naturally shining.

Li Qingluo was stunned when she saw this, and she couldn't help but get furious in her heart, it turned out to be a thief baldy!
The monk leaned against the mountain wall and looked around. When he didn't find anything unusual, he took out a cloth bag from his arms and started putting the secret books from the bookshelf on that side into the bag.

His movements were quick and smooth, and he finished several rows in a short while. Then he came to the last row, but he seemed to feel something was wrong. He walked to the end of the bookshelf and looked across. His eyes immediately met Li Qingluo's...

(End of this chapter)