Lin Xi's eyes were as wide as copper bells: "What a worm!"
"Pfft~" a sound.
The old drunkard's face turned red as he choked, and he shouted angrily: "What a long worm, I am a green snake! Do you know about the green snake?"
Lin Xi sneered and ignored it.
The old drunkard tilted his mouth angrily, glanced at Lin Xi thoughtfully and said, "This is above the eighth level, where inner strength takes form."
"Below the eighth level, everything is external energy, and external energy is like gravel."
"A wooden board or a cloth bag can both contain it and block it."
"And inner strength is like water and flames, formless and pervasive. This is why only those who have entered the eighth level can be called a master."
As the old drunkard spoke, he glanced at the Huwei Camp soldiers outside the car and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "If you enter the eighth rank, the iron bumps on their bodies will be useless to you."
"One shot can penetrate heavy armor or even heavy shield and kill it cleanly."
Lin Xi frowned and asked slightly curiously: "Old man, what level are you in?"
The old drunkard glanced back and said with a disgusted expression, "You live by the seaside. It's none of your business what level I am."
Lin Xi's cheeks trembled, she rolled her eyes and asked, "What about the two old nuns at Baiyun Nunnery? What realm are they in?"
The old drunkard raised his wine gourd, took a sip, and raised his eyebrows: "Of course they are both ninth-grade masters!"
"Otherwise, how could the emperor send the princess here? He didn't expect them to stop your Beiliang cavalry."
Lin Xi was shocked after hearing this: "With those two old nuns, can they stop my three thousand cavalry? Old guy, are you kidding me?"
After hearing this, the old drunkard smiled disdainfully: "Why can't you stop me? Why do you think you are a ninth-grade master?"
"Once you reach the ninth level, you can no longer be called a human being."
"Zhang Daoxuan of Longhu Mountain, in one dream and one line at a time, the ladder cloud jumped thirty miles, he is worthy of being a heavenly being."
"The sword of the famous Sword City is Jiuhuang. One man and one sword can enter the Heavenly Wolf alone and break the formation of nine thousand riders."
"Dugu Hong, the most infatuated species in the world, is a woman. She defends a city by herself. She is stained with blood for three hundred miles. She killed Bei Yuan and fled in disgrace."
"Hu Yanhe from the Northern Yuan Dynasty, that old pervert fell in love with the Seventh Princess of the Tang Dynasty. He entered and exited Chang'an City three times without any harm."
"Can you say these people are still human beings?"
After hearing this, Lin Xi lowered his head thoughtfully, feeling shocked.
The old drunkard chuckled when he saw this: "Of course, these are all famous people. It is difficult to find one in hundreds of years. I don't know why, but they have all come together in this life. The two old ladies of Baiyun'an, and They can't compare."
Lin Xi just breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but unexpectedly the old guy changed the topic.
"However, if those two old ladies join forces and fight to the death, your three thousand riders will only be able to survive with only a few left in the end."
"It's okay if we're on the plains. The cavalry charge is as powerful as thunder. What the warriors in the world fear the most is the constant consumption."
"After all, even when a strong person is exhausted, even when he has profound skills, he still needs to take a breath."
"As long as these dolls are not afraid of death, with the help of horsepower, it will not be a problem to kill them."
"But in a ghost place like Baiyun'an, without the help of war horses, it's not impossible for your three thousand horsemen to be wiped out."
Lin Xi didn't laugh or cry after hearing this.
What's funny is that luckily the old drunkard came to his aid and scared off the two old ladies and stopped them from fighting.
Worryingly, I thought that I would be completely safe once the Huwei camp arrived in Beijing.
But looking at it now, if two ninth-grade soldiers appear one day, this small number of troops seems a bit insufficient.
…
On the other side, the imperial capital.
When the civil and military officials learned of the battle outside the imperial capital, their reactions varied.
After receiving the news that the Forbidden Army was defeated and that it was about to collapse, some people were even more happy and some were worried.
He was so happy that he naturally fell in love with the Forbidden Army.
The one who is worried is the current commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army, Liang Hongyi.
Liang Mansion.
Liang Hongyi, who was dressed in a second-grade imperial uniform, was sitting on the main seat, holding a tea cup in one hand while listening to the battle report.
"You mean, Huang Xu was defeated in less than half a stick of incense?"
The spy kneeling in the lobby trembled and quickly lowered his head: "Return to the general, that is indeed the case."
Liang Hongyi frowned and sighed softly: "I know, let's go down."
"No." The spy bowed and retreated.
“It’s not even enough time to half add incense, half to add incense.”
"Huang Xu, Huang Xu, have I misjudged you, or is the Beiliang Army really so powerful?" Liang Hongyi murmured to himself with his eyes closed.
In fact, he also knew in his heart that the Forbidden Army was by no means a match for Huwei Camp.
But I didn't expect to lose so miserably and so quickly.
As long as he persists longer, or even carries it for a little longer, he will have a way to explain to the current emperor.
But the defeat was so tragic and so fast, no matter how many excuses he had, it was all in vain.
Liang Hongyi raised his head and looked in the direction of the palace, a trace of unwillingness flashed in Liang Hongyi's eyes.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, let the tiger return to the mountain. If you do this, don't you really worry about raising the tiger?"
…
Imperial capital city gate.
The busy people of Daxia were unaware of the major events happening dozens of miles away. They were still queuing quietly at this moment, waiting to leave the city and enter the city.
An old commoner farmer led his young grandson, looked at the candy seller beside him and said, "How much does this candy man cost?"
The vendor smiled and was about to speak, but at this moment, the pebbles on the ground suddenly shook slightly.
The little grandson of the old farmer stared with a pair of big eyes, stretched out his little finger and pointed into the distance, and asked with a milky voice: "Grandpa, what is that?"
The old farmer took a closer look.
On the distant horizon, rows of dark figures gradually appeared.
A deafening roar came.
The bloody battle flag fluttered in the wind.
Among the crowd, an old man who was well dressed but stooped looked excited, with a trace of tears flashing in his eyes.
"That's the Beiliang military flag!"
"That's the Beiliang military flag!"
"Wow~~~"
Everyone's hearts trembled when they heard this.
Take a calm look.
On the bloody banner, the golden word Beiliang was filled with murderous intent.
"Tap tap tap~~~" came the sound of horse hooves.
A silent march.
Rows of jet-black armor, ferocious masks, and bloody swords.
Three thousand heavy horsemen from the Huwei Battalion escorted Lin Xi's luxurious carriage and slowly drove into the city gate.
The people around him bowed their heads in silence and looked at each other speechlessly in this solemn atmosphere.
I do not know how long it has been.
When the earth stops shaking, the gravel stops dancing.
Only then did everyone gradually come to their senses.
The Northern Liang Army has entered the city.
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