Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

The excitement of just realizing the true dragon's artistic conception was instantly dampened.

When he broke through to the Grandmaster level, he comprehended the Fist and Stick concepts, and now he has also comprehended the True Dragon conception, making a total of three. However, none of them can be considered profound.

He had already comprehended the fist and staff skills before he ascended the throne, but as he retired and stopped fighting, his combat skills improved very little. More than a hundred years later, he had only just stepped into the second level, and had only just comprehended the true dragon skill.

He can only slightly mobilize the power of heaven and earth, but others have already affected heaven and earth on a large scale, and their influence is contrary to the laws of nature.

Zhao Kuangyin asked somewhat disinterestedly, "Since you went to Qingyun Mountain, did you find out anything about Jiang Weichen's situation?"

Xiang Kui nodded first, then shook his head and replied, "Zhang Ziyang and Duan Siping both said he was dead. I went to pay my respects, but I couldn't find out anything. In my opinion, he is dead. Although the body has not rotted, it has dried up beyond recognition.

If Your Majesty hadn't told me, I would have thought he was dead."

"If he's dead, what's so special about Qingyun Mountain that Duan Siping would want to stay? If he doesn't break through, he'll die," Zhao Kuangyin retorted, then asked, "Didn't he form a cocoon?"

Xiang Kui shook his head, "No, I just buried it in the ground. Even the coffin is broken."

Zhao Kuangyin frowned, "What on earth is he going to do? Xiao Feng had an accident afterwards, but he has been awake for more than two years."

Xiang Kui was also puzzled. He naturally hoped that Jiang Weichen would wake up quickly so that he could bring the elixir to his house and complete the transaction.

"Forget it, let's ignore him. What about Xiaoyaozi? What did he do?" Zhao Kuangyin couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. Anyway, he had decided to make friends with him.

"The various Taoist sects are still recruiting disciples, but recently Xiaoyaozi said that since Taoism has been unified, there should be a Taoist canon that collects the classics of each sect.

Under his strong call, each sect had no choice but to copy the Taoist classics in their collections and send them to Changchun Palace, and soon they would arrange for personnel to compile and edit them."

"Arrange for several knowledgeable people to participate in this, and transcribe a copy of the final results and bring it back."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will arrange it when I get back." Xiang Kui accepted the order.

Zhao Kuangyin seemed to recall something and asked, "Where's Xiao Feng? Hasn't he found the mother and son yet?"

"No, he seems unwilling to seek help from others. He has been searching for over a year with the Murong family's maid. Now he has traveled all over the place and has found nothing. He has gone to the Beggars' Sect, probably to seek help."

Zhao Kuangyin was speechless. With such strength, he hadn't found anyone for more than two years. He was truly a lone ranger.

He doesn't make use of his former subordinates, nor does he make use of the Liao Kingdom's spies. I really don't know what's going on in Xiao Feng's mind.

With his strength, he only needs one word and both parties will do their best for him.

However, Zhao Kuangyin did not intervene, but instead watched the dragon vein that was regaining its vitality.

Three years have passed, and the internal rebellion has been completely extinguished. A series of people-friendly policies have been implemented, high-yield crops have been gradually promoted, the people are prosperous, the people are loyal, and a steady stream of luck is pouring in from all directions.

With the surrender of the Western Regions countries under the control of the Supreme Alliance, the dragon veins of the Song Dynasty regained their vitality, and the luck gathered by the imperial seal became more and more.

After experiencing the pain of being bound to Taoist luck, I have finally recovered.

"It's time." Zhao Kuangyin whispered.

Chapter 449: The Domineering Zhao Kuangyin

On the second day, several knowledgeable officials were selected by Xiang Kui and sent to Changchun Palace to participate in the compilation of Taoist scriptures. One of them was named Huang Shang.

At the same time, Zhao Kuangyin came out of the pass and issued an order to assemble the border troops and personally lead the expedition to Western Xia.

When the King of Western Xia received the news, he hurried to meet Li Yuanhao, hoping that Taizu could stop Zhao Kuangyin so that he could send troops to resist, with the two sides fighting soldier against soldier and general against general.

Li Yuanhao's face turned dark when he looked at his great-grandson in front of him. He was no match for Zhao Kuangyin.

The last time he went to resist Murong Longcheng, he was almost beaten to death with two punches. Now he also didn't want to face Zhao Kuangyin, who had fought with Murong Longcheng.

Not to mention Zhao Kuangyin, Li Yuanhao couldn't even defeat the eunuch under his command.

And there is also an equally mysterious and profound person named Xiaoyaozi, the imperial teacher of the Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty had five grand masters and two celestial beings, but he was alone.

Even if they joined forces with Xiao Feng, the newly promoted Grandmaster of Liao, and Duan Siping of Dali, there was no chance of winning, not to mention that they were not sure whether they could unite.

"It's the general trend, just surrender." Li Yuanhao said helplessly.

Li Qianshun, the king of Western Xia, was unwilling to give in and advised, "Grandfather, you can't encourage others to become more ambitious and destroy your own prestige. At the same time, our great ancestor, Zhao Kuangyin, established the Song Dynasty. You also established Western Xia while surrounded by enemies. You are not inferior to Zhao Kuangyin. I believe you can do it."

"I'm nothing." Li Yuanhao roared in frustration, "Have you forgotten the lesson from Murong Longcheng? Now that the Song Dynasty has gathered so many masters, how can I resist them?"

"If we surrender voluntarily, even though our Li family has lost its royal status, it won't be difficult for us to maintain our prosperity and wealth given Zhao Kuangyin's temperament.

But if we don't surrender, the whole family will be destroyed. Even if we die, our inheritance will be lost."

Li Yuanhao said without question, "Pass on the order of surrender as soon as possible. I will go to Zhao Kuangyin to discuss it in detail."

After Li Yuanhao finished speaking, he had already left the palace. He was still young, only in his nineties, more than seventy years younger than Zhao Kuangyin. He might have a chance of surviving, but if he resisted, Zhao Kuangyin would definitely not let him, the grandmaster, go.

Under Li Yuanhao's strong demand, Western Xia surrendered, the army was disbanded on the spot, and the Song Dynasty army began to enter various places to stabilize all parties.

The civil servants trained by the Song Dynasty in the past three years also rushed to various places according to orders. They first served as deputies and gradually replaced their superiors after the situation stabilized.

After Western Xia surrendered, Zhao Kuangyin turned his attention to Tubo, but ultimately gave up.

Tubo was located on a plateau with harsh conditions, and the Buddhist belief there was too strong, with people's faith in Buddhism exceeding that in the monarch.

It is easy to defeat them, but it takes a lot of energy to make them completely surrender, and it is difficult to see results in the short term.

In comparison, the Liao Kingdom and Dali are much better. As long as they are conquered, the fortunes of the Song Dynasty will be strengthened again within a few years.

"Qingyun Mountain... Duan Siping..." Zhao Kuangyin murmured, looking towards the direction of Qingyun Mountain.

A month later, with the cooperation of Li Yuanhao, all the rebellious forces in Western Xia were eliminated, the situation in Western Xia stabilized, and Zhao Kuangyin left.

Soon, his figure appeared above Qingyun Mountain.

"Xiang Kui has just been gone for more than two months, why is Taizu here?" Qingyun was a little panicked.

Zhang Ziyang quickly sent a telepathic message: "Friend Jiang, the Grand Master is coming, you must be prepared."

After saying that, he bowed to Duan Siping, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Duan Siping did not reply. He was only a step away from becoming a god, but this step was a world of difference.

Inside the tomb, Jiang Weichen was startled. "Zhao Kuangyin, what is he doing here? Why do people keep coming to check on me, someone who's been dead for over three years?"

"It must be Duan Siping's long stay here that has aroused suspicion."

But he couldn't drive Duan Siping away. If he didn't drive him away, he wouldn't keep the secret. Even the changes in Qingyun Mountain could only be explained with his presence.

Jiang Weichen didn't understand Zhao Kuangyin's intention, so he quickly withdrew the consciousness that had entered his body into his heart.

It was not easy for Zhang Ziyang and others to leave the back mountain now, because when they saw Zhao Kuangyin, Zhao Kuangyin also saw them.

Zhao Kuangyin's figure appeared in the blink of an eye and landed on the flat ground by the lake.

Qingyun and Zhang Ziyang bowed in greeting, and Zhao Kuangyin nodded in response, feeling the pervasive artistic conception.

"In the dead of winter, there's surprisingly warmth on this mountain, and the vegetation hasn't completely withered. Duan Siping, you've grasped the concept of withering and flourishing very deeply. I wonder when you'll achieve the state of celestial being?"

Duan Siping's expression stiffened slightly, and he replied coldly, "Zhao Kuangyin, you must not have come here for me, so why waste your time on me?"

Zhao Kuangyin came to the grave and scanned it with his spiritual sense. Just as Xiang Kui said, even I couldn't figure out its condition.

His spiritual sense did not linger for long. It was common sense to take a look at it. It would be bad if he stared at it too much.

Noticing the nervous Qingyun and the other man beside him, Zhao Kuangyin said directly, "Duan Siping, I came here just for you. Why don't you guess what I am talking about?"

Qingyun and Zhang Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, while Duan Siping frowned, "Zhao Kuangyin, are you going to destroy Dali?"

Zhao Kuangyin nodded. "You guessed right. Now that Xixia has been destroyed, what choice will Dali make?"

"Dali and the Song Dynasty have been friends for generations. Why are you leaving the Liao Kingdom in the north alone while you destroy Dali first? How can this be justified?"

Zhao Kuangyin said in a dignified and domineering tone: "Shame needs blood to wash away, and elite soldiers need war to temper them. I will not take any action in the war to destroy Liao, and neither will the Grand Master. It is destined to be a long-term end."

"Because Dali and the Song Dynasty are on good terms, I'm giving Dali a chance to surrender."

Duan Siping looked at Zhao Kuangyin, his descendant. When he founded the country, Zhao Kuangyin was only a ten-year-old child. He didn't expect it.

"Tianren, if I could break through to Tianren, why would Dali be like this?"

Duan Siping was unwilling in his heart, not because he was nostalgic for the worldly power, but because he was unwilling to be surpassed by the younger generation, forcing him to make a choice.

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then Dali has two choices. One is that I conquer it alone, and the other is that it becomes a training ground for the Song Dynasty like the Liao Kingdom."

As the territory expands, there will be a lot of unrest. Although he can fly, he can quickly reach various places to suppress it.

But he still needs to practice and cannot spend his time running around.

Therefore, all places needed elite soldiers and generals to garrison them, but the Song Dynasty had been at peace for too long, and the army's combat effectiveness had declined. In addition, the new recruits trained in recent years also needed to see blood.

Duan Siping looked at Zhao Kuangyin and asked, "Are you so confident that the Song Dynasty can withstand the attacks of Dali and Liao without the Grand Master taking action?"

"Hahaha..." Zhao Kuangyin laughed three times, then said: "Confidence comes from strength. If the Song army fails to live up to my expectations, I will still be there to back them up.

As long as I, Zhao Kuangyin, am here, the Song Dynasty will win all foreign wars, not lose.

Chapter 450 Zhao Kuangyin vs. Duan Siping

Duan Siping's face froze. He was naive. Strength was respected. The rules were set by Zhao Kuangyin. He was strong, so it was up to him whether to follow them or not.

If the Song Dynasty is unable to resist, the Grand Master's verbal agreement not to take action will become useless.

He couldn't just watch the Song Dynasty be defeated for a verbal agreement.

Zhao Kuangyin continued, "But the above two are Dali's options if they do not surrender. As the price of not surrendering, you, the threat, must die."

As Zhao Kuangyin finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene became tense.

Qingyun and Zhang Ziyang silently retreated to the side of the grave, staying away from the two men while preventing the aftermath of the fight from involving Jiang Weichen.

Duan Siping looked at the domineering Zhao Kuangyin and smiled. He felt threatened.

During this period of time, he was in a state of tension and unwillingness.

It would be fine if people of the same generation were all silent, but Murong Longcheng and Xiaoyaozi made breakthroughs one after another, and now even Zhao Kuangyin, a junior who is forty years younger than him, has made a breakthrough and started to threaten him.

The emotions that had been pent up in his heart for some time finally erupted under the threat of Zhao Kuangyin.

Duan Siping looked at Zhao Kuangyin, his hair and beard fluttering in the wind as he said in a clear voice, "I, Duan Siping, have lived for two hundred and five years, and I haven't felt so aggrieved in a long time."

"Zhao Kuangyin, whether Dali submits or not is another matter, but today I want to see the strength of the Heavenly Man Realm. Come and fight!"

Duan Siping's sonorous and powerful voice fell, and he was already flying into the air.