Chapter 67 Ten Thousand Enemies [Seeking Follow-up Reading]

Hundreds of cavalrymen surrounded them like a tube, with their sabers raised like a forest.

Suddenly—

The sound of horses' hooves was deafening. It was obvious that this group of light cavalry had practiced how to deal with the gangsters in the martial arts world. The first attack was a thundering blow. First, they threw out flying ropes in the sky to restrict the target's movements, and then squeezed up from all sides without leaving any space.

puff-

Wei Mingqi, standing in place, was like a flying insect that fell into a spider web, with more than a dozen long flying ropes wrapping him up like a rice dumpling.

The target was tied up, and the surrounding light cavalry immediately urged their horses to raise their long swords. When more than a dozen cold sword lights were about to converge into one point -

boom! !

There was a thunderclap on the ground.

It was like the cartridge case of a black-clothed cannon encountered a spark, and the iron "dumpling" in the middle exploded instantly, and the broken iron rings flew like fragments, knocking the surrounding troops overturned!

"Heh-"

Before the smoke and dust dispersed, a whip-like leg with green scales appeared in the white mist, whipping a military horse in front of him and knocking it sideways, knocking over three or four horses behind it before it stopped!

hold head high--

Call——

The cavalry was in chaos. The horses that were behind were frightened and stood still, hesitating to move forward. The cavalry also pulled the reins to stop their forward momentum, looking at the center in fear.

In chaos.

"Wei Mingqi!"

While he was trying to retract his legs and gain a firm foothold, the man in golden armor suddenly jumped up from the horse's back, and climbed to the top with the strength of a master's horizontal training. The two maces in his hands made a sharp whistling sound in the air!
"die--"

Seeing the young man trying to raise his arm to block, Zhao Jide, known as the 'Mace King', showed a look of hatred and satisfaction. His mace was filled with hatred and resentment, and it could grind even a millstone into powder.

Boom! !

When the scales of the mace touched, Zhao Jide's arms immediately went numb and lost consciousness. The sharp explosion that followed made his ears ring. Before he could understand why, the young man's waist and abdomen had twisted -

boom--

The whip kick came, the golden armor was dented like paper, and then it hit the chest flesh, the force was still like a mountain and a sea, the blood in the lungs was squeezed out in an instant, Zhao Jide flew backwards with blood spurting out of his mouth and nose, his body was like a cannonball.

clap clap clap!
After rising and falling like a stone skipping on water for a while, Zhao Jide's figure was suddenly caught lightly in mid-air.

"puff--"

After calming down, a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out. Zhao Jide raised his head with his eyes half-open, and a resentful sound came out of his nose:
"father--"

"okay."

The old man in plain robes and armor put him on the ground and said quietly:
"Chengsi is fine."

"..."

Not far away, Wei Mingqi came out with his sleeves unbuttoned and his long hair loose. All the cavalrymen along the way gave way to him, with such fear in their eyes that they dared not even breathe.

He remained unscathed despite being surrounded and killed by hundreds of cavalrymen, while a master of horizontal training was defeated with one kick. Usually, such achievements would only appear in the secular world or in the historical records of a battlefield where thousands of enemies were defeated.

No matter which of the two types you encounter, no matter how many comrades are around you, just give in. Even the commander will not hold you accountable afterwards.

After the old and the young faced each other.

"I am Zhao Yanjun."

Unexpectedly, the old man in plain robes and armor was the first to bow and saluted, saying humbly:

"I am sorry for not being a good parent. Commander, please forgive me."

"..."

The young man in front of him raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"How can the superior greet you before the subordinate?"

"No official business here."

Zhao Yanjun looked old, but his temperament was gentle. At this moment, he said to the young man in a guilty voice:
"If you are talking about the public, my wicked grandson obstructed the official business of the West Palace and wanted to lead troops to humiliate the third rank of the imperial court. According to the law, he should be put to death, but the commander only gave him a light punishment. I am grateful for your kindness in teaching me."

Seeing that he was sincere, Wei Mingqi tightened his hands behind his back and said, "Zhao Jiedu, you are making me very uneasy."

"Your Excellency does not need to do that."

Zhao Yanjun raised his sagging eyelids, his eyes without any hatred: "Chengsi only suffered flesh wounds. Even if there is any problem in the future, it will be the fault of the quack doctor. If someone writes to me in the future, I will definitely defend you." There was a moment's silence.

"Ruthless enough."

Wei Mingqi raised his hand, bowed, and turned to leave.

"..."

After he left, Zhao Yanjun stood there for a moment, then picked up Zhao Jide from the ground and walked back towards the camp in the capital.

"father--"

Zhao Jide held on to a glimmer of hope and said:
"Inherit him."

"died."

Zhao Yanjun interrupted his fantasy coldly:
"Even if he doesn't die, I will beat him to death. He is incapable of accomplishing anything, but always fails. He always leaves something to chance when something important happens. You can't help this kind of child!"

In his arms, Zhao Jide closed his eyes in pain:

"Dad, he is your grandson after all—"

"As long as you don't die, I can have as many grandchildren as I want. I'll eventually give birth to a useful one!"

Zhao Yanjun raised his eyes coldly and said:

"I have found out everything. Wei Mingqi only wanted a few crossbows. He was not assigned by anyone to investigate the batch of banned weapons. You are my good son, but you didn't even ask. When you heard that someone had entered the armory, you panicked. How can such a person achieve anything great!"

"..."

After taking a short breath, Zhao Jide spoke in a muffled voice:
"No matter what, I have to avenge Chengsi."

Zhao Yanjun shook his head and said, "I don't allow you to take revenge for this. You can't even mention it to your younger sister in the palace."

"Why Dad—"

"Why else!"

Zhao Yanjun glared at him, "Your little sister has forgotten your last name is Zhao! In the court, in the twelve camps, there are so many people watching us. Now is a good opportunity. We should swallow our anger without even a cry of humiliation. Then you can watch us inside and outside the palace!"

"..."

After a while, Zhao Jide was persuaded by his father, but he still lowered his head with resentment:
"It's a shame that Wei Mingqi could still get away with killing my son like this."

"He won't be at large for long."

At this age, Zhao Yanjun has a clear understanding of many worldly affairs:

"In the martial arts world and the imperial court, there are more people who want him dead than those who are eyeing our Zhao family. You hate him and want to kill him, but you have to wait in line."

"..."

"My son, bear with it for now. You will feel better after this period."

Zhao Yanjun stared at the mountains and rivers with a gloomy look in his eyes:

"After all, my daughter can't be the face of the family."

"..."

On the way back, Wei Mingqi kept thinking about one thing - with his personality, he might really not be suitable for being an official.

If he didn't have this official robe, he would have killed three generations of the family just now. But because of his connections in the palace, he had to consider others when doing things.

Not very pleasant, not very satisfactory——

Especially that Zhao Yanjun, who was as sinister as Sima Yi. Wei Mingqi guaranteed that if he beat him to death, there would be a pool of shit and urine under his butt.

But at present, he is more loyal than him.

The impact of this incident is still to come, but he can already start considering many things in advance.

"drive--"

The young man rode his horse into the city. At a roadside tea stall, two men raised their teacups and clinked them together.

"how?"

The white-headed old man asked the other side.

The scholar sipped his tea and shook his head, "Not bad. Although I can't kill two birds with one stone for the time being, at least I have caught a bird in the court."

(End of this chapter)