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

Chapter 211 How to Draw the Sword from the Heaven

Suzhou, Taihu Lake, Chanhe Village.

Murong Longcheng walked into the village in rags and with an angry face. His silver hair was flying and his expression was ugly. He cursed Xiaoyaozi as he walked.

In today's fight, he suffered a small loss. Although he had the upper hand yesterday, he was tricked by the opponent today and almost fell into the lake, which made him quite angry.

The two of them didn't say a word to each other at this time. They just started fighting as soon as they met. The only time one of them had the upper hand would he shout "Do you surrender?" at the other, and the other would have a gloomy face and refuse to open his mouth.

As for the "reconciliation" incident, it did not happen. The two men relied on their status and were really angry. How could they be willing to speak first to argue about the matter? Isn't that a sign of weakness?
Murong Longcheng entered the hall, and Qin Bo, hunched over, brought him a bowl of mung bean soup.

He immediately said unhappily: "Why is there no tea?"

Qin Bo said gloomily, "You can't even have bean soup, how can you afford tea? You don't make money, and you don't produce anything. You've already spent all your money."

Murong Longcheng said, "This family is so wealthy, how come they don't even have money to buy tea? Could it be that you, an old man, took the money and stole it to your relatives and children?"

Qin Bo sighed: "If I had children outside, they would have left long ago and would not have stayed here to live in confusion."

Murong Longcheng snorted, "When Murong Fu comes back, there will be money. He said there are many businesses and shops outside. He must have gone to inspect them and will return with a lot of harvest."

Qin Bo looked at him and murmured, "I've told you that the young master hasn't been back for several years, why don't you believe me? I don't know if you are getting old and confused or I am."

Murong Longcheng stared at him for a long time before taking a deep breath: "Old man, go and cook."

Qin Bo turned and walked out of the hall, saying in a voice that only he could hear: "I think you are not only confused, but also a little stupid..."

In the evening, the setting sun shines on Taihu Lake, half of the lake is rustling and the other half is red.

After eating a fish cooked by Qin Bo, Murong Longcheng returned to his room. He sat cross-legged on the bed, practiced the Zhoutian Qigong method, and opened his eyes.

Then he pondered for a moment, reached out and took the first volume of the genealogy book in his hand, which recorded those people in the Murong family who had served as emperors.

He would read through the music book from beginning to end every day. Every time he read it, he seemed to remember something in his mind, but he couldn't quite put it into words.

Murong Longcheng felt that this family tree was extremely useful to him and was the most important thing to restore his memory. He did not feel anything after reading anything else in the villa, but only after reading this book did he feel something touching.

He slowly flipped through the pages, a thoughtful look on his face. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and a name appeared. He blurted out, "Murong Yanzhao!"

But then he looked a little confused and said to himself: "Who is Murong Yanzhao?"

He then flipped through the genealogy book again and took the second volume to read it. There were names such as Murong Yanxu, Murong Yanhui, Murong Yanguang, Murong Yande, Murong Longcheng... but there was no name such as Murong Yanzhao.

Murong Longcheng looked out the window. This name was definitely not something he had imagined out of thin air. It must have existed in his lost memory. However, with the same surname as Murong, there was no such person in the genealogy book.

So is he from the same clan? Or is he still alive? But it seems unlikely. According to his age, it is impossible for his old friend to exist in this world.

Well, if they are from the same clan, why is this person not in the genealogy book? Could it be that when I was injured and faked my death, something big happened in the Murong family?

Who exactly is this Murong Yanzhao?

In the south of the West Sea, everyone went forward together to chase the white-robed swordsman.

The monk and the swordsman moved extremely quickly and fled far away in a flash, but the plateau was open and their traces were obvious, so there was no need to worry about losing their traces in a short time.

But as they chased, some of those with poor lightness skills were gradually left behind. Zhao Ti ordered these people to go back to the west sea and wait, and then only took Jiumozhi, Huo Linglong, Wu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Tong, and Wu Xiong to continue the chase.

His movements were naturally fast, but Jiumozhi and his companions were not bad either, and Tong Lao had also recovered a lot of her strength, so they were able to keep up with each other, one chasing the other.

At this time, I didn't know how far I was. The sun had moved to the southwest, and a majestic mountain range of unknown length and distance appeared in the distance ahead.

This plateau mountain range seems to have appeared out of nowhere, winding like a giant dragon, outlining a majestic and amazing outline between heaven and earth.

Just look at the continuous peaks piercing the sky, capped with white snow, shining with sacred light under the sunlight, glaciers rushing in the valleys, and biting cold winds whistling past. The vicissitudes of time are revealed at all times, showing the majestic momentum and extraordinary grandeur. All things in the world suddenly feel insignificant in front of it.

"Donor, we have arrived at Kunlun." Jiumozhi shouted loudly from behind.

Zhao Ti didn't chase too fast, but he still fell behind the others by some distance.

Kunlun? He squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the distance. At this time, it was actually still quite far away from Kunlun, but from the plateau, he could already see the ancestor of all mountains.

Sure enough, the world appeared across the sky, vast and boundless, seeing all the vicissitudes of the world. Three million jade dragons flew up, making the whole sky cold. The summer melted away, the rivers overflowed, and the mountains and sky clouds were all the same color.

Zhao Ti couldn't help but laugh and said, "If you block my way, I will cut you into two pieces."

Jiumozhi shouted from behind: "What a courageous donor!"

Zhao Ti said: "Don't flatter me, just catch up with me quickly."

Jiumozhi said: "Namo... Amitabha."

At this time, the branch of Kunlun in front of them was a huge and boundless fault to the east, and the monk with the short staff and the swordsman in white rushed over. Zhao Ti looked in that direction and paused slightly.

Jiumozhi and his companions also stopped after catching up. Zhao Ti looked at the endless branch fault and said, "We have both entered it. How can we know the topography of this fault?"

Jiumozhi looked around and said, "There are many caves in this place. Some are covered with ice that has not melted for thousands of years. Some are lined with huge rocks, like a maze. Some have dark rivers flowing inside, and no one knows where they lead."

Zhao Ti nodded and said, "I've never seen anything like this before, it's worth a look."

Jiumozhi said: "I have entered a cave in the mountains in the south several years ago. It is not dangerous. It is difficult for ordinary people to enter, but it is not difficult for those with martial arts skills."

Zhao Ti looked up at the sky, then at the vast Kunlun Mountains in front of him, and said, "Since we have come here by chance, it would be a waste if we don't take a look at the scenery."

At this time, everyone's mind was no longer entirely on the monk and the white-robed swordsman. They only felt that the sky was high and the earth was vast, and that humans were small and powerless. With countless thoughts in their minds, they just wanted to shout out loud to relieve their chests. If they did not appreciate this kind of scenery, their lives would be in vain.

Everyone praised it. Zhao Ti said with a smile, "Let's go and take a look. Gao Yuan has opened his mind this time. Maybe his skills will increase a bit."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then flew towards the boundless mountain range. After a moment, it came closer, which was even more shocking than seeing it from a distance.

Standing outside those fault caves, the glacier in front of you is winding like a giant white dragon, with continuous caves, peaks piercing the sky, sunlight pouring down, and the reflection of the ice surface interweaving with the shadows of the mountains, which is majestic and shocking.

Zhao Ti pointed to a cave and said, "The two of them entered from here. Let's go and take a look."

Everyone nodded and entered the cave, only to find that it was very wide and large, with a lot of ancient ice covering the top wall. The ice sculptures were natural and the scenery had never been seen in the outside world.

There was a wide natural passage inside, and no one knew where it led to. Jiumozhi stepped forward to check for a moment and said, "There are traces left behind. The monk and the man in white must have passed through here."

Zhao Ti said, "I think they seem to be familiar with this place. The monk with a short staff is easy to understand, as there are many temples on the plateau. But I don't know where the man in white came from."

Jiumozhi said: "I have never seen such a swordsman dressed in the Central Plains. There is no such Central Plains master in the Western Regions of Tibet."

Zhao Ti shook his head slightly: "I think he is wearing Hanfu, but it is still a bit weird, and he may not be from the Song Dynasty."

Jiumozhi asked: "Is it Dali?"

Zhao Ti said: "Just chase after him and you'll know."

Everyone entered the passage together and moved forward. After a while, they found some signs of fighting. The ice was broken, the wall was severely damaged, and there were deep footprints on the ground, which showed that the people fighting were very powerful.

Then they continued to move forward, but there were intermittent signs of being chased and beaten.

But after a while, several different forks appeared in the cave. After observing, everyone found one. After walking for a while, another fork appeared. After walking for a while, another fork appeared.

At this time, Jiumozhi could not help scratching his head: "Donor, I am afraid that we have lost him. His martial arts skills are too high. If there are signs of fighting, we can still identify them. But if they just flash by, it is difficult to find which way they left."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "It's okay. Let's walk a little further. If there is another fork in the road ahead, we can just go back. These two people are fighting to the death. In a place like this, I'm afraid one of them will eventually lose his life. It's meaningless to find them and do something rude."

Everyone said that was exactly the case, and found a passage to continue forward. However, this time they walked slowly, only looking at the beautiful scenery inside the cave. The sunlight from outside seeped in through the layers of ice and rock, reflecting the light inside, flickering between light and dark, and faintly showing a colorful color.

At this moment, the girl suddenly said, "There seems to be a dead body over there."

Corpse? Everyone was shocked and looked in the direction of Tong Lao's finger. They saw a human-shaped ice body leaning against the side of the ice wall.

Jiumozhi went to the front and could not help but exclaimed in surprise: "It is indeed a dead body. After death, it must have been covered by the ice in the cave after it melted, and then frozen again."

Huo Linglong walked closer and said, "Isn't this something that has existed for thousands of years? The color of this ice is exactly the same as that on the wall. It's almost as if it has merged into one with the ice wall."

The little girl came close to the ice, looked carefully with her black eyes, and suddenly turned back to look at Jiumozhi: "It seems that there is also a monk frozen in this ice."

Jiumozhi exclaimed, "Ah!" and looked carefully, frowning: "There does look like a monk inside, but I don't know why he died here."

At this time Zhou Tong suddenly asked: "There seem to be words under the ice wall above?"

Zhao Ti squinted his eyes and saw that there seemed to be some words faintly visible under the ice. He raised his hand and broke a layer of ice. The words became clearer, but they were still covered under the ice. He broke another layer and got close to the stone wall. Only then did the words fully reveal themselves.

When he looked closely, he found that it was a type of writing that had strokes that were more even and straighter than Qin seal script, more consistent in thickness, and each character was of a very uniform size.

"What is this word?" the girl looked up and asked curiously.

Zhao Ti looked at the text with a serious expression on his face: "This is the seal script of the Qin Dynasty, but judging from the shape of the characters, it should be the style of the Han Dynasty..."

"Such ancient writing?" The girl asked in surprise, "Do you recognize what is written on it?"

Zhao Ti looked at the words with a strange expression. After a moment, he slowly said, "It says that Lie Xiaozi of Kunlun Ice Silkworm Palace killed Gayasena, one of the five hundred Arhats, here."

"What?" Jiumozhi was shocked when he heard this: "Donor Zhao, what is written on the ice wall?"

Zhao Ti glanced at him and repeated, "Lie Xiaozi of Kunlun Ice Silkworm Palace killed Gayasena, one of the five hundred Arhats, here."

(End of this chapter)