Outside Chang 'an City, at the South Gate Military Camp.
The autumn wind swept across the drill ground. The usually empty and cold military camp was now filled with heavy and dense drumbeats.
Flags flapped.
A large number of well-equipped soldiers rushed in in an orderly manner.
Unlike their usual listlessness, their eyes were very bright this time.
In the tent of the central army.
Wei Zheng sat cross-legged in the middle. On the dark brown desk was a sword carved with dragon patterns.
This sword was called Dragon Spring and was extremely sharp. It was rumored that it could kill without being stained with blood.
Yesterday, Wei Zheng had used this sword to cut off the head of the ruffian Wu Er in one move.
The Tang Dynasty advocated martial arts. Ever since Lin Chuan came to this world, the martial arts style became even stronger.
Wei Zheng had once been able to follow Lin Chuan to conquer Goguryeo, so his martial arts were not weak.
Zeng had been forced into a ruckus in the Imperial Court, and the few guards couldn't even get close.
It can be seen that his martial arts are extraordinary.
"Aiyo-"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in the tent.
Not far away from Wei Zheng, there was a mountain of flesh lying on the ground. The bruises and swelling had mostly disappeared, but the heavy smell of alcohol was still pungent.
"Where am I?"
Cheng Yaojin rubbed his sleepy eyes.
He vaguely remembered that he had drunk too much yesterday and stepped on the clouds to the Heavenly Palace.
Above the clouds, in the Numinous Sky Hall, Lin Shuai made him the Canopy Great General.
He laughed heartily as he killed demons and devils to his heart's content.
Then…
After that, he could not remember anything.
"So it was a dream…"
Cheng Yaojin sighed. The disappointment he felt after waking up from the dream made him feel frustrated.
He reached out to the bedside to touch the wine pot. His fat palm reached for it for a long time, but he did not touch anything.
However, the voice beside her ears was a little familiar.
"Ah Chou, you still know how to wake up?”
"If you still don't get up, I'll think you're dead!”
"This way, I can report to Lin Shuai that his vanguard general died of drunkenness!”
Ah Chou was his nickname. Even His Majesty had never called him that.
Other than his parents, there was only Lin Shuai and…
Wei Zheng!
Cheng Yaojin's expression changed, and he slowly looked in the direction of the voice.
A square and solemn face appeared in front of him. He was wearing a purple-black robe and had the Dragon Spring Sword hanging at his waist. He was in high spirits and his eyes were like fire.
Who else could it be but Wei Zheng?
"Lord…Lord Wei, why are you here?”
Cheng Yaojin was shocked and quickly turned over, but he accidentally fell to the ground. He got up in a panic and laughed dryly."Lord Wei has come out of the imperial prison?”
In the Great Tang, Cheng Yaojin was only afraid of two people.
One was Lin Shuai, who saved his life.
The other was Wei Zheng. He was impartial and followed the rules. In front of him, Cheng Yaojin did not dare to act rashly.
"Hmph!" Wei Zheng snorted coldly and said,"You plague pig, you still have the cheek to ask me?”
"If it wasn't for me yesterday, you would have died in the alley of Xi City!”
"You're the great general of the Left Army, a third-grade meritorious officer of the imperial court, yet you were nearly beheaded by a few local ruffians.”
With that, Cheng Yaojin seemed to remember some things intermittently.
He patted his head and laughed,"Aiya, I…I drank too much, didn't I?"”
"Normally, even if there were a hundred of these hooligans, they wouldn't be my match!”
She looked at Cheng Yaojin's cheeky smile.
Wei Zheng's eyes narrowed as he pulled out his Dragon Spring Sword.
His tone was slightly cold as he pointed his sword at Cheng Yaojin and said,
"Is that really the case?"
"Alright then, show me those two axes!”
There was a stone platform in the tent.
There were two axes on it, the handles were as thick as an ordinary person's wrist, and the axes were frighteningly heavy.
Just one of them weighed more than a hundred pounds. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to hold it above their head for a few seconds, let alone play with it.
This weapon was also Cheng Yaojin's.
On the battlefield, he made a name for himself with his three axes.
After receiving Lin Shuai's guidance, he deduced thirty-three axe techniques, combining them with his first three moves to form thirty-six.
It perfectly solved the problem of his lack of stamina after three swings.
From then on, he could be said to be invincible on the battlefield, no one could stop him. When he went crazy, even Qin Qiong and Yuchi had to give way.
If it was three years ago, it would be easy for Cheng Yaojin to lift this axe.
However, for the past three years, he had been drinking and drinking all day long. He had long abandoned his martial arts, so how could he still use it?
Cheng Yaojin felt guilty." Lord…Lord Wei, I can handle this axe, but there's no need to do it here, right?"”
"This is Old Cheng's life weapon. Don't tell me Lord Wei doesn't trust me?”
Wei Zheng was not moved at all. He only said one word coldly,""Playing!"
Cheng Yaojin had no choice but to walk to the stone platform. He made up his mind and clenched the handles of the two giant axes.
His thick waist sank down and he shouted in a low voice,"Rise!"
He immediately lifted up two giant axes that weighed a hundred jin!
"Splitting Hua Mountain!"
Cheng Yaojin took a step forward and flipped his body. He swung his two giant axes in a circle, drawing arcs in the air.
"A thousand jin fall!"
"Lion Shakes Head!"
"Hugging the tiger back to the mountain!"
“……”
The pair of axes looked like a real thing when Cheng Yao's golden weapon was used.
However, Wei Zheng's expression was extremely gloomy!
He was also a martial arts practitioner, so he could tell Ni Duan at a glance!
Not to mention the sweat on Cheng Yaojin's forehead and the veins on his neck.
Just his footsteps alone were extremely superficial.
If it wasn't for his dexterity and familiarity with the moves, he would probably have found it difficult to lift it!
"Whoosh!"
Wei Zheng's eyes turned cold. He stepped forward and stabbed Cheng Yaojin's axe.
With a clang, Cheng Yaojin's axes flew out of his hands.
He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
Wei Zheng pressed his sword against Cheng Yaojin's throat and said in a cold tone.
"This move is called powerless!"
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