Chapter 16 Customized Tianwen Sword
Duan Yanqing knew Murong Ji's methods and had been on guard against them. After removing his moves, Duan Yanqing smiled.

"Your sword moves don't look like sword moves, and your finger strength doesn't look like finger strength. It's really weird."

Murong Ji was startled. This meant that he had discovered his weakness in swordsmanship?!

There was no time to think, Duan Yanqing's endless Duan family swordsmanship kept attacking. A few moves were barely enough, but after more than ten moves, Murong Ji felt extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, Duan Yanqing's skills were not as strong as they would be ten years later, but he was still not someone Murong Ji could defeat now!
"Damn it!" Murong Ji suddenly returned the sword move and shook Duan Yanqing away. He looked at his arm which was covered with bruises.

He turned to the guard and said, "Quick, quick, find me a sword!"

The man was stunned. He looked around and saw only knives. Where did the sword come from?

"Use this one." The middle-aged scholar took out a sword from his brocade fur coat and handed it over.

The guard wanted to say something, such as asking him to use it with caution, but Murong Ji didn't care about that because Duan Yanqing came up again.

He hurriedly used the Murong family's inherited sword technique and exchanged a few moves with Duan Yanqing.

The sword skills of the Murong family are light, flowing, and continuous.

However, Duan Yanqing's swordsmanship was grand and dignified.

After more than ten moves, Murong Ji showed signs of decline.

"Hahaha, Master Murong, you haven't learned your family's sword technique well enough!"

Murong Ji ignored Duan Yanqing's ridicule and focused on the enemy. After thirty moves, Duan Yanqing's iron crutch became heavier.

Murong Ji's sword was pushed back with greater force, and the sword blade gradually bent.

In desperation, he simply abandoned his sword skills and used Xiao Wuxiang Gong to learn Duan Yanqing's sword techniques in order to balance the situation.

This is where Murong Ji suffers a disadvantage. His experience and means are not as good as Duan Yanqing, and his internal strength is not as pure as the other party.

After more than sixty moves, Murong Ji was nearly defeated. He barely managed to keep himself steady, looking in a miserable state.

He glanced at the sword in his hand, which was covered with stains. His inner strength was not enough to protect the sword. If it were not for its excellent quality, it would not have been broken by Duan Yanqing.

If he had fought with the other party for more than sixty moves in a row, he would have been defeated long ago.

He exhaled slowly, letting his vigorous blood calm down. He had gained a lot from this battle, but actual combat was still necessary.

Duan Yanqing glanced around and saw that most of the people he brought with him were killed. The remaining people could not break through the defense of the army formation, so he sighed lightly.

"Mr. Murong, it is truly amazing that you have such skills at your age."

Duan Yanqing glanced at Murong Ji, turned around and left. Not long after, all the men in black retreated.

Seeing that he had completely retreated, Murong Ji stuck his sword into the ground, breathing heavily, his hands still shaking, because he had exerted too much force.

"Little brother, you are really good at kung fu."

Murong Ji was startled. The middle-aged scholar squatted beside him, looking at the broken sword with disgust in his eyes.

"What? This broken sword is a rare and precious sword? I'll kill them when I get back."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. "No, no, no, please don't. This sword is indeed a good sword. If it weren't for it, I would have been defeated long ago. It's all because I'm not strong enough to bring out its power."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "Really?!"

"Seriously, my swordsmanship isn't that great, and my strength isn't as good as that guy's. If it weren't for this sword, I would have been defeated in thirty moves."

The middle-aged scholar touched his chin and said, "Is that so?"

"Then I'll give you a hand, how about that?"

Murong Ji's eyes lit up, good swords are hard to come by, and all the sword-making masters with real skills have been recruited by the Song Dynasty court. If there is really an opportunity and a way, he must not let it go.

"Can it be customized?"

"Customized?" The middle-aged scholar looked confused as he watched Murong Ji take out a piece of paper from his arms.

After taking it, he found a picture of a sword on it, which was drawn in a strange and beautiful way. "Tianwen Sword? Small seal script?" Murong Ji supported his hands behind his back and asked, "This sword looks good, right?" He said this with great certainty. It was the sword worn by the First Emperor in Qin's Moon, Tianwen.

It’s a pity that no matter how long I try to outlive this anime, I still lose in the end.

I just wonder if there is any kind-hearted person who would bring the director and production team here.

"I know you are not an ordinary person. If you have any connections, please help me build it. How about that?"

"Of course you can, but why is it called Tianwen?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "What is 'Heavenly Questions'? Wang Yi's "Chu Ci Zhangju" says: Why not say 'asking the heaven'? The heavenly master cannot be asked, so it is called 'Heavenly Questions'."

The middle-aged scholar laughed, "Heavenly Questions, Heavenly Questions!" He put away the blueprint and asked, "After the sword is forged, should it be sent to Murong's family in Gusu?"

"No, please don't. Murong Fu and I don't have a good relationship. He sees me as his enemy, and so do I. Just send the teacher to Chengtian Temple. I will study there for the next few years."

"Chengtian Temple, um, okay. Are you going to learn from Master Shi Leyuan?"

Murong Ji couldn't answer because he didn't know either. He thought for a while and said, "I don't know. My master told me to go there to study."

The two chatted for a while, and gradually, it became a test from the middle-aged scholar. Murong Ji was not afraid of this at all, and he crushed all kinds of theories. If he didn't show off now, would he save it for the New Year?
The middle-aged scholar looked at Murong Ji in amazement. He was familiar with this look. It was the same look he had when he first saw Zhang Boduan.

You are only allowed to kowtow, not to speak.

Murong Ji felt comfortable, probably because of the influence of this body. He became a little childish. He only learned the basics of Wang Yangming's knowledge, but in this era, it was extraordinary.

Of course, it's okay to pretend to be cool, but once it becomes political, it becomes heresy.

"Little brother, I think you will have a better future if you study rather than practice martial arts."

Murong Ji quickly shook his head. Isn't this nonsense? If it were in other dynasties, being an official would indeed be better. But this is the Song Dynasty. It's so frustrating.

How frustrating it is to rise to a high position and then suddenly encounter the Jingkang Incident. Moreover, it is even more frustrating to meet a leader like the two emperors Huizong and Qinzong.

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Well, everyone has their own aspirations." He glanced at him but still felt a little unwilling.

He is good at martial arts, talented (copied), and has a good family background. It would be wrong to let such a talent go.

After thinking about it, an idea came to my mind.

The next morning, Murong Ji left. He couldn't hang around any longer. Last night, he realized that if his kung fu wasn't up to par, he would still be in danger in this world.

When he arrived at the post station, he bought a horse. This kind of horse was retired from the army and was capable of normal service. The army and the Song Dynasty would never let it go.

Murong Ji adjusted the saddle. This kind of teenage horse could not run fast and did not have enough stamina, but it was still very popular in the Song Dynasty.

(A normal warhorse has a top speed of about 70 miles per hour, and an endurance of about 40 to 50 miles per hour. When carrying a load, it can run 30 to 40 kilometers a day, depending on the breed of the horse.

The best is the Arabian horse, which is fast and has good endurance.

When a horse is over ten years old, its speed and endurance will be reduced by almost 40%. Such horses are generally used for civilian purposes. When a horse is over fifteen years old, it will be a poor horse and only suitable for doing manual work.

The main horse farms during the Northern Song Dynasty were in the north and northwest. The Song Dynasty had its own horse farms, but the quality was not up to par, and it could not catch up or escape.

The Liao Dynasty was a fishing and pastoral people, and their military structure was similar to that of the Song Dynasty (most of the horses were controlled by the Mongols).

In the Jin Dynasty, the army was mainly composed of cavalry. Moreover, Wanyan Loushi of the Jin Dynasty was so powerful that when Yue Fei was not around, Han Shizhong (whose status was not high due to his family background), the Dazhong and Xiaozhong, the Dawu, the She family, the Yang family, etc. were all suppressed.

With the help of the gentlemen's micro-management, the Song Dynasty was able to establish the Southern Song Dynasty. That was all thanks to the efforts of Zhao Kuangyin and his brothers who worked hard to obtain it.

Only after the next generation including Xiao Wu (Wu Jie) and Yue Fei grew up and Wanyan Loushi died, could the Song army fight against the Jin army.

Then Yue Fei died. The capable generals of his generation were suppressed, the Southern Song Dynasty began to castrate society, and the Song army's combat power completely collapsed. When Xin Qiji and others grew up, even gods could not save them.

The ninth sister directly destroyed the Song Dynasty's opportunity to rise and cut off its fortune.

In addition, as to who is more powerful between Wanyan Loushi and Yue Fei, all we can say is that both of them are T0 generals in ancient China.

It’s just that Wanyan Loushi was from the Jin Dynasty and had little reputation.)
(End of this chapter)