I became the King of Ryukyu

The ground was covered with unripe forsythia, the unripe capsules were emerald green, pointed at both ends like small, sharp shuttles, and the leaves were full of serrations.

Zheng Yi lay on it, as if he were lying on thorny bushes, his whole body aching.

But he had no time to worry about that, and he rolled around in a very unseemly manner to dodge the barrage of wolf-tooth arrows.

Whoosh whoosh!

The Khitans were actually quite far away, but they were skilled in archery and horsemanship, and their arrows flew like locusts. In no time, Zheng Yi was riddled with arrows.

You've been hit by an arrow.

You are dead.

[Evaluation: Finished pooping]

[Reward: Slightly increased experience]

Upon opening his eyes, Zheng Yi immediately looked at the hanging bell.

Sure enough, he struggled in the secret realm like a hunted rabbit for several minutes, while only a moment passed in the real world.

That's really good news.

Zheng Yi reviewed the patterns of the Khitan arrows again and memorized them.

The secret realm has been reopened.

"Your Majesty, leave immediately!"

Following the established plan, Zheng Yi rolled towards the direction with the fewest arrows.

Whoosh whoosh!

The wolf-tooth arrows were embedded deep in the ground, and Zheng Yi fled in panic.

This time, fortune smiled upon him, and Zheng Yi finally dodged the first wave of arrows.

During the brief pause when the Khitans drew their bows, Zheng Yi raised his head, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

"That's it!"

A robust donkey was leisurely grazing on a hillside not far away.

The donkey has large ears, high shoulders, long legs, a tucked-in belly, and shiny black fur, making it look even more magnificent than the Akhal-Teke horses on TV.

It had a stake in its mouth and was pulling a two-wheeled cart behind it. The cart was probably used by villagers to haul goods. On it were two or three earthenware jars wrapped in straw and a horsewhip. There was nothing else on it. It was very simple.

"My savior, Lu!"

Zheng Yi could somewhat understand Zhao Guangyi's state of mind back then; what lay before him was not just a donkey cart, but a hope for survival.

He quickly stood up and ran towards the donkey cart.

At the same time, without caring whether Zhu Laosi had eaten excrement, Zheng Yi blew the broken bronze horse whistle.

The voice was desolate, hoarse, and deep, but it could travel very far.

The big-eared donkey heard the whistle, its ears twitched, and it raised its head in a daze.

Zheng Yi blew again, and it inhaled through its nostrils and began to stride forward.

A man and a donkey ran towards each other under the scorching spring sun, looking just like a pair of star-crossed lovers.

But just when this was a time for celebration, the second wave of arrows arrived.

Zheng Yi had no choice but to lie down and roll over again, taking an arrow to the buttocks, barely managing to dodge the attack.

Despite the excruciating pain, Zheng Yi limped toward the donkey cart once more.

But soon, the third, fourth, and fifth waves of arrows followed one after another.

Zheng Yi died after being repeatedly shot by arrows.

After countless attempts, more than forty minutes had passed in the real world before Zheng Yi finally survived the fifth wave of arrows. The donkey cart was almost within reach, but the Liao vanguard had already arrived on horseback.

The Liao general was wearing chainmail but no pouch. His head was shaved from the top to his forehead, with two comical little braids tied on each side of his temples. His eyes were fierce and cold, clearly those of a seasoned veteran of the battlefield.

"I am Zhao Guangyi, and my Great Song Dynasty can acknowledge the Great Liao Dynasty as its elder brother!"

Since it was just a looping dungeon, Zheng Yi didn't know what the Fourth Calamity was, but without any moral constraints, he shouted loudly, trying to exploit a bug in the game.

But it's unclear whether the other party lacks complete intelligence or simply disdains it.

Before Zheng Yi could even utter a phrase like "It's not unacceptable for a country ruled by grandfathers and grandsons," a powerful spiked club struck him on the head, ending his brief simulated life as he raced down the path of national traitor.

Your skull is fractured.

You are dead.

[Rating: Pull]

[Reward: Slight increase in skull density]

It seems that surrendering won't get you through the secret realm. Zheng Yi sighed, feeling that he had run out of ideas.

Even with excellent eyesight and memory, dodging five waves of arrows was already the limit of his current physical condition.

There must be another way. Zheng Yi picked up his pen, unwilling to give up, and marked the landing points of the wolf-tooth arrows one by one on the draft paper, searching for a glimmer of hope. His expression was solemn, just like he was taking the college entrance examination.

Lost in thought, he unconsciously exerted force with his thumb, and the ballpoint pen circled around the knuckle of his index finger, then fluttered at his fingertip like a butterfly.

Eh?

Zheng Yi turned his gaze away from the dense ink dots on the manuscript paper and onto his fingers.

Pen spinning is one of the few sports he's good at, but today it felt particularly special.

The ballpoint pen seemed to come alive, communicating with him, and he easily completed all the actions that usually had a high failure rate.

[Sticky Approach]

Zheng Yi recalled the passive skill he had just acquired.

Although ballpoint pens are short and concise, from a morphological point of view, they are also clubs!

It turned out to be the case.

Zheng Yi stretched his arms, adjusted his state, and reopened the [Gaoliang River Secret Realm].

"Your Majesty, leave immediately!"

The last imperial guard died of exhaustion.

Zheng Yi skillfully rolled and dodged, arriving beside him.

Before there was time to mourn this loyal and brave man, Zheng Yi snatched the Song Dynasty banner from his arms.

The flagpole is about thirteen feet long and is made from a single piece of cypress wood, making it extremely sturdy.

The exterior is wrapped with split bamboo strips, and the entire piece is coated with multiple layers of lacquer to prevent decay, and is adorned with a bronze dragon head ornament.

Although the flags are tattered and worn, one can still see the extraordinary nature of the emperor's ceremonial guard and the Nine Dragons Imperial Flag.

Grasping the flagpole, a sense of kinship and affinity flows continuously from my hand.

Zheng Yi gripped the banner firmly with his right hand and loosely with his left, then slashed it down heavily from top to bottom, like a monkey wielding its golden cudgel, deflecting all the incoming wolf-tooth arrows.

This move was the bow stance chopping punch that Zheng Yi had practiced hundreds of times.

Only at this moment did he understand the true application of those expansive and powerful moves in Taizongquan.

No wonder it doesn't emphasize protecting vital areas like the head, face, and jaw like modern combat sports; most of its moves leave the opponent wide open, which is very unscientific.

It turns out that the so-called Taizong boxing style, like Taizu Changquan, was ultimately derived from military practice and used for daily training.

But in essence, hand-to-hand combat is not what soldiers pursue.

The techniques of chopping, lifting, sweeping, and parrying in Taizongquan are based on the slashing and blocking of knives and sticks; cloud hands and pulling and squeezing are derived from the entanglement and seizing of short weapons; and various upward parrying, outward splitting, and downward lifting are defensive actions to separate the opponent's weapons.

The difference in power is significant whether or not weapons are used.

[The Five Dynasties period was marked by constant warfare that disrupted the surrounding areas, but a true dragon emerged from the central court.]

A single staff, all the same height; four hundred prefectures and counties, all bear the surname Zhao.

He, Zhao Kuangyin, was an emperor on horseback, so how could I, Zheng Guangyi, not be an emperor on horseback... or even on a donkey!

As Zheng Yi waved his banner, he charged forward like a pig, blocking or dodging the rain of arrows. This time, he finally managed to reunite with Big Ears Donkey before the fifth wave of arrows ended.

[Donkey cart approachability]

This passive skill, which previously seemed inexplicable, is now displaying its great power.

Zheng Yi awkwardly scrambled onto the car, mastering the driving skills in an instant.

"drive!"

Zheng Yi picked up the whip and lashed it hard at the donkey's round rump. The sturdy, big-eared donkey brayed in pain and suddenly spurred itself forward.