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

Chapter 320 The Drill Was Amazing (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Which martial art should I teach? Zhao Ti pondered as he walked.

He knew far too many martial arts techniques; not to mention the ones he had practiced, there were hundreds of others he hadn't practiced.

Langhuan Paradise and Huanshi Water Pavilion encompass half of the world's finest martial arts, and he also knows a lot about Shaolin Kung Fu.

However, these martial arts skills generally require certain aptitude and physical attributes. The soldiers' talents vary greatly, and most of them are already young or middle-aged, so it is almost impossible for them to master them quickly.

It requires both masculine strength to intimidate and dispel evil spirits, and it doesn't place too much emphasis on natural talent, so that anyone can practice it. Ideally, one should be able to quickly get started and achieve some success in a short time.

Of all the martial arts he knows, only one fits the description: the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu does not emphasize innate talent or age, but rather emphasizes gradual progress. Even the most foolish can practice it, and even the most slow-witted can get started.

As long as you follow the steps, even someone with no talent, or someone who is slow and stupid, can master the first level within two years.

If one is of average appearance, one will surely reach the first level within a year.

If one possesses some talent, it will be even faster. Furthermore, with the addition of medicinal herbs to temper the body and refine the bloodline, it will undoubtedly be even faster.

Thinking this through, Zhao Ti decided to pass on this skill.

The next morning, he first summoned Huo Linglong. Although he had won the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, it was originally Huo Linglong's skill, so he should ask her before passing it down on such a large scale.

Huo Linglong, with her ordinary appearance and wearing a purple dress, walked into the hall.

Zhao Ti looked her up and down and smiled, "How's your absorption of the Mahoraga lineage?"

Huo Linglong said, "The imprinted seeds will dissolve completely soon, and you can start cultivating."

Zhao Ti nodded: "I intend to pass on the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the army. What is the Dragon King's opinion?"

Huo Linglong was taken aback upon hearing this: "Has this been leaked into the military?"

Zhao Ti said, "That's right. With the world changing and gods and ghosts emerging, if the army doesn't exercise any restraint, it might not be able to keep them in check, and the world might descend into chaos, causing suffering to the people. The Dragon Elephant Prajna is extremely yang and strong, and it doesn't require any qualifications. It's a step-by-step program that even the most foolish can learn from. It's the perfect choice."

Huo Linglong thought for a moment and said, "That's right. Your Highness can decide this matter. This technique was obtained by a foreign monk who traveled to Persia and exchanged it with my father for the Shadow Secret Technique. My father then passed it on to me. It's not particularly precious, since it's impossible to reach the pinnacle by mastering all thirteen levels."

Zhao Ti asked, "What is the method of shadows?"

Huo Linglong said, "It's an assassination technique. I wonder what that Tibetan monk learned it for."

Zhao Ti thought about the several assassination attempts on the Tibetan King Guanghu by esoteric Buddhist monks and suddenly understood. He said, "Since the Dragon King does not object, then this matter shall be settled. I will select a group of soldiers to be trained by the Dragon King."

"Teach me?" Huo Linglong asked in surprise.

“Let the Dragon King teach them. I can’t possibly teach them myself,” Zhao Ti said calmly. “I’ll ask the Dragon King for the position of Commander-in-Chief, and he will lead this army.”

"Commander-in-Chief?" Huo Linglong was taken aback: "But I am a woman..."

“It’s not that women have never led troops before, and Mulan’s enlistment in the army is not a fabrication…” Zhao Ti tapped his fingers lightly on the table: “Besides, this army needs you to teach martial arts. If you don’t lead the troops, how can someone else command respect?”

Huo Linglong was silent for a moment, then asked, "How many people does Your Highness plan to form?"

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes and said leisurely, "Let's temporarily build ten thousand men and name them the Dragon Elephant Army!"

"Ten thousand men? The Dragon Elephant Army?" Huo Linglong took a deep breath: "Your Highness, I understand. I will certainly live up to Your Highness's trust and train the Dragon Elephant Army to deter demons and ghosts."

Zhao Ti nodded: "Go back and make preparations. This afternoon, come with me to the military camp to select soldiers."

Huo Linglong bowed and left. After watching her figure disappear, Zhao Ti asked Tong Guan to grind ink and lay out paper, and began to write a memorial for Zhao Xu.

The memorial mainly recounted two matters. One was that the idols of the shamanistic religion had given birth to spirits with the intention of harming people, and these spirits had been destroyed and eradicated. The memorial requested Zhao Xu to investigate all the licentious shrines and temples in the world to prevent such things from happening again.

At the same time, we should also see if we can communicate with those officially appointed temples, such as mountain gods, city gods, and earth gods. If so, we might as well use this to deal with the likes of grass gods and wild ghosts.

The second matter was about the Dragon Elephant Army. I requested a designation for the Dragon Elephant Army, and an official position for Huo Linglong. I also briefly mentioned the Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom and the Kunlun's westward integration of kingdoms.

Kunlun's westward integration of the Persian region was based on the fact that the Buddhist kingdom had fallen into Europe, and the Persian region was also affected, so he planned to take advantage of the chaos.

This would provide an opportunity and save a lot of effort. As for heading east, the situation in the Song Dynasty is currently stable, and Kunlun has no chance.

After finishing writing, he ordered someone to send it to the capital region by fast horse. Then, after having a light lunch, he went out to select soldiers.

Xingzhou has a permanent garrison of 20,000 troops, and the neighboring Xiping Prefecture has an additional 30,000 troops. Select a portion from here, and then order the military commands in various places to send a portion over.

Although even the most foolish can practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, it is always better to have stronger aptitude and be younger. After all, we must seize every second to build up this army as soon as possible, and we cannot arbitrarily assign people to practice it just because they have not yet reached the entry threshold.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and only a few thousand people were selected from the two places. Zhao Ti ordered all the young and capable soldiers to be sent to Xingzhou for selection, and Xingqing Prefecture was bustling with activity for a time.

Just as dawn was breaking, a startled cry suddenly rang out from a small courtyard in the east of the city. Murong Longcheng sat bolt upright on his couch, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

His expression was complicated. After a moment of blankness, he shook his head. He had been dreaming again. He had originally thought that the dream he had in the coffin was caused by the suppression of demonic possession, but he never expected it to appear again.

It was still that seemingly celestial mountain, and the three of them were still together. But this time, he remembered all three of their names, and he also remembered some of the spells he had used in the dream. And his master had returned…

Murong Longcheng jumped off the bed, tidied himself up quickly, and then went out to the Pacification Commissioner's Office.

The young master said that if I had another dream, I should immediately report it to him, and I should also tell him all about the magic techniques.

The young master is kind and a dragon among men; I must not hide anything from him.

After a while, Zhao Ti sat down in the Xuanfu Division and looked ahead, saying, "Senior, what brings you here so early?"

Murong Longcheng was somewhat embarrassed. He had been so focused on reporting the matter that he had forgotten the time; it was indeed a bit early.

Zhao Ti saw through his thoughts and smiled, "It's alright, senior, please speak. Tong Guan, go and get your things so you can sit down."

Tong Guan hurriedly moved over a brocade stool, and after Murong Longcheng thanked the emperor and sat down, he said, "Your Highness, I had the same dream I had when I was asleep before, so I came to report it to Your Highness."

"You had that kind of dream again?" Zhao Ti's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this, and he leaned forward, saying, "Senior, please tell me in detail."

"Yes, Your Highness." Murong Longcheng said, "In the dream, I was still in that place that seemed like a fairy mountain. I lived with my two junior brothers during the day, discussing scriptures and practicing martial arts. However, this time I remembered the names of my two junior brothers, and I... was called by another name in the dream."

"Oh?" Zhao Ti asked with interest, "What are they called?"

Murong Longcheng said, "My second junior brother is called Shi, my third junior brother is called Ling, and I am... called Tai."

"Are they all one-character names?" Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows, his expression thoughtful.

"It's just a one-character name, without any surname." Murong Longcheng said with a wry smile, "I find it very strange that such a title would appear in my dream. I really can't think of it in daily life."

“It’s normal to have a name with only one character,” Zhao Ti said with a smile. “Many people in ancient times did this. Look at those ancient sage emperors such as Xi, Yan, Ku, Yao, Shun, and Yu, many of them had titles with only one character.”

Murong Longcheng immediately felt embarrassed and said, "How dare this old man compare himself to the Holy Emperor? I don't know why I was addressed with such a single word in my dream."

Zhao Ti's eyes gleamed: "Since you and your junior brother discussed scriptures and doctrines in your dream, senior, did you recall any scriptures or teachings?"

Murong Longcheng said, "The scriptures are somewhat unclear, but I do remember a few of the spells and techniques."

"Oh?" Zhao Ti couldn't help but show a slight smile upon hearing this: "Senior, please tell me."

Murong Longcheng said somewhat awkwardly, "Young master, I do remember, but I can't take it seriously. On my way here, I was curious and tried it out, but none of them worked and had no effect whatsoever."

Zhao Ti pondered, "Senior, are you trying to activate and use it using internal energy?"

Murong Longcheng nodded: "It is indeed internal energy cultivation. I have tried many different techniques, but none of them have been effective."

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "I see, senior. Tell me quickly so I can try it out." Murong Longcheng said, "Then this old man will tell you. I remember three spells in my dream. The first one is called cutting paper into soldiers."

"Cut paper into soldiers?" Zhao Ti asked. "Is it some kind of magic like scattering beans to create soldiers?"

Murong Longcheng shook his head: "It's not like scattering beans to create soldiers. It's not that magical. It can't conjure up many people to fight on the front lines. It's just cutting and tearing yellow paper into human shapes to do some simple things."

"Cut yellow paper into human shapes and do something simple?" Zhao Ti stroked his chin.

“That’s right,” Murong Longcheng said. “You can cut out some animals, but it depends on how skillfully you cut and tear them. If you cut them roughly, you can’t do anything. They’ll just stand there dumbly and get blown away by the wind.”

He then began to recount his story, and after a long pause, he added, "In my dream, I had an exquisite paper-cut of a Yellow Turban Warrior, which I could use to do odd jobs in my daily life."

"Yellow Turban Warriors?" Zhao Ti nodded, then looked at Tong Guan and instructed, "Bring the finest cinnabar paper, a crane feather brush, and silver scissors."

Tong Guan responded and went out. Murong Longcheng was somewhat embarrassed and said, "Young master, I think that things in dreams should not be taken seriously."

Zhao Ti said, "Since we have nothing else to do right now, let's just use this to pass the time."

A moment later, Tong Guan and two soldiers returned, carrying several items, which they placed on the table.

Zhao Ti picked up a piece of yellow paper and looked at it. It was originally a storage item in the Western Xia palace, but he didn't know what it was used for back then.

Then he picked up the silver scissors and said, "The Yellow Turban Warrior... but I don't know what he looks like."

Murong Longcheng said awkwardly, "It's hard to describe. The paper-cutting of the strongman in the dream was very exquisite. I remember that I cut it myself, but after waking up, I was clumsy and couldn't cut out that kind of shape at all."

Zhao Ti pondered for a moment. Although he didn't know the exact shape of the Yellow Turban Warrior in Murong Longcheng's dream, he had seen several different appearances of warriors in books, so he chose a detailed one to cut out.

Paper cutting is a skill; those who don't know it will find it difficult to get started, while those who do can cut out lifelike patterns in just a few strokes.

Although Zhao Ti hadn't studied it in this life, he had dabbled in it as a hobby when he was studying in his previous life. He couldn't say he was very good at cutting hair, but he wasn't too bad either.

He wielded the silver scissors, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed. After several dozen breaths, a design was completed.

This strongman was only about the size of a palm, with a turban around his head, a somewhat rough face, no armor on his body, and no items in his hands. He was quite fat.

"He seems to have gained a little weight." Zhao Ti frowned. "It's too rough and simple."

Murong Longcheng said, "Young master, although this warrior is not as exquisite as the one in my dream, it is still much more lifelike than the one I cut and tore myself."

Zhao Ti sighed, "It's still too careless. Otherwise, even the ones torn out would be more realistic than this."

As he spoke, he picked up a crane feather brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and began to draw talismans on the warrior's body.

There were seven small talismans in total. When Murong Longcheng was explaining, he gestured the shape of the talismans and described the details. He drew them on the warrior's head, neck, torso, and limbs without missing a single detail.

Then he picked up the paper cutter and said with a smile, "Let's give it a try."

Murong Longcheng was completely absorbed, while Tong Guan stared wide-eyed. Zhao Ti was chanting incantations when a series of deep spells came out. He poured his magic power into the paper cutout and tossed it forward: "Command!"

The paper-cutting suddenly trembled in mid-air, as if it were about to change, but after moving twice, it became soft and limp, and slowly fell to the ground.

Zhao Ti remained expressionless, though it wasn't a complete failure. The two vibrations from the paper cutter were clearly due to the magic and talismans, but for some reason, no change occurred.

“Your Highness, just now, that paper-cut seemed to come to life…” Tong Guan immediately said, “Your Highness’s magical power is boundless.”

Murong Longcheng's expression also changed: "Young Master, this..."

Zhao Ti frowned, wondering what was wrong. If the paper cutting didn't react at all, that would be normal, since dream magic shouldn't be taken too seriously.

But since the paper cutting by the strongman has a reaction, it proves that the technique works, even if there are some errors somewhere.

He said, "Please explain the method of cutting paper into soldiers again, senior."

Murong Longcheng hurriedly explained it again. Zhao Ti studied it carefully and found nothing missing. If the method and talisman were correct, then the problem lay with the paper-cut itself.

The talisman pen, yellow paper, and cinnabar are all correct. Is it a problem with the cutting process itself? That's most likely the case.

Zhao Ti closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and picked up the silver scissors again, and began cutting the yellow paper.

This time was different from the last. Almost all of his energy and spirit were poured into the paper. He circulated his magic power in his arms, which permeated the paper, and his body trembled slightly.

This kind of concentration is extremely demanding, requiring not only a unified release of mental thoughts but also an extremely focused pouring of magical power.

Another Yellow Turban Warrior slowly took shape, appearing little by little in his hand. This time, it took more than ten times longer than before.

After finishing cutting, Zhao Ti let out a long breath, rested for a few moments, and then began to draw talismans on it.

He remained fully focused on his spirit and magic, slowly drawing the picture, though at a much slower pace than before.

Murong Longcheng and Tong Guan didn't dare to make a sound, keeping their eyes fixed on Zhao Ti's hand.

Zhao Ti meticulously and steadily drew the crane feather pen in his hand, focusing all his attention on the talismans. After finishing the seven small talismans, beads of sweat were already pouring down his forehead.

Tong Guan hurriedly stepped forward and presented the silk scarf. Zhao Ti took it, wiped his sweat, and shook his head, saying, "It's really tiring. I wonder if we'll succeed this time."

The newly cut warrior is clearly different from the previous one. The previous one had a stiff expression and a fat body, while the new one is lifelike and quite lively. Moreover, it has a strong and powerful physique.

Zhao Ti held the Zhang Lishi in his hand, chanted a spell in a low voice, and then activated his magic power according to the method, shouting softly, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands, go!" He then threw the paper cutout out.

The paper-cut swayed in mid-air, grew longer in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a man wearing a yellow turban and yellow clothes, with a face like yellow jade, a beard like black velvet, a tall and majestic figure, and bulging muscles all over his body.

The man landed on the ground and immediately bowed to Zhao Ti, but did not speak, only showing a respectful expression as if waiting for instructions.

Both Murong Longcheng and Tong Guan were taken aback. Murong Longcheng's beard trembled as he stammered, "This, this..."

Tong Guan knelt on the ground with a "plop": "Your Highness, Your Highness's ability to create things out of thin air and your magical powers are astonishing! You are already a god!"

Zhao Ti smiled, surprised that he had actually succeeded. He suppressed his joy, waved for Tong Guan to get up, and then looked at Murong Longcheng: "Senior, apart from his appearance and clothing, how is this strongman different from the one in your dream?"

Murong Longcheng looked at the strongman on the ground: "His expression is not much different, except that the strongman in the dream can speak some simple words."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment: "It's probably because I didn't cut out his tongue, but since he has ears, he should be able to understand commands."

He looked at the Yellow Turban warriors kneeling on the ground and said, "Bring over a brocade stool."

Upon hearing this, the strongman stood up and quickly ran to the corner of the room, bringing over a brocade stool held up with both hands.

Zhao Ti raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why are you making this move?"

Murong Longcheng hurriedly said, "That's exactly how it is. It's the same in my dream. A strongman, a strongman, he shows strength in everything he does. Even if he asks for a cup, he has to use all his strength to take it with both hands."

Zhao Ti nodded: "That's good. If there's nothing else wrong, then it's a success."

Murong Longcheng said, "Your Highness is a genius. I admire you to the point of prostration. It is unimaginable that you could comprehend the true Dharma from my absurd dream. It is truly miraculous."

Zhao Ti waved his hand: "Senior is too kind. Since there is nothing wrong with this warrior, I will take it back first. This thing consumes a lot of magic power. I used up half of my magic power to create it, so I need to take it back to recover some."

Murong Longcheng said, "Please go ahead, young master."

Zhao Ti waved to the strongman and whispered a spell. The strongman's figure gradually shrank, then floated in the air and turned into a paper cutout, flying into his hand.

He took the paper cutting, looked at Murong Longcheng, and pondered, "Senior, please tell me about the other two spells."

(End of this chapter)