Eight hundred and twentieth chapters Taixuan eight styles
Squeak——
The cell door was closed, and Wei Zong and the old man were locked in adjacent cells.
The old man had a grimace on his face, while Wei Zong still closed his eyes and rested calmly as if nothing had happened.
Inside the tent!
A middle-aged man in jet black armor was half lying on a tiger-skin seat, holding a military book in his hand and reading. He was Xia Xiong, one of the four generals guarding Wu'an City.
At this time, Qianhu opened the curtain, strode in, clasped his fists and bowed, "General!"
Natsuo put down the military book in his hand, raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Qianhu in front of him: "You're back? How's the battle going?"
"Our army won a great victory, and we wiped out those rubbish in Dayi!" Mentioning this, Qianhu couldn't help but puff up his chest slightly, feeling a little proud.
"Well, I can rest assured that you are doing your job! Do you have anything else to do? If not, just step back." Natsuo yawned, looking a little absent-minded.
"This..." Qianhu hesitated for a moment, but was still ready to tell what happened about Wei Zong.
then……
"General, it's like this. On the way back, we met..." In a few words, Qianhu told Xia Xiong everything that happened after meeting Wei Zong.
"You mean, this young man defeated you as a military commander just by relying on his warrior-level strength?" Natsuo touched his chin, with a sparkle in his eyes, sweeping away the previous laziness.
"Yes!" Qianhu lowered his head, a little ashamed on his face.
As a military commander, it is really embarrassing to lose to a warrior.
"It's interesting! This young man is definitely not an ordinary person!" Xia Xiong sat up slightly.
You must know that although his men have just broken through the generals, they cannot be easily defeated.
"Where is he now?"
Seeing Natsuo's interested expression, Qianhu didn't dare to neglect and said quickly: "General, he is now locked up in the dungeon!"
"Bring him to me!"
"yes!"
…
In the dungeon, Wei Zong slowly opened his eyes.
Click!
The door of the cell in front of him was opened, and what appeared in front of him was the Qianhu.
"Let's go, the general wants to see you!"
Wei Zong nodded and stood up. Before leaving, his eyes stayed on the old man for a moment...
On the way out, he passed the cell of the big man before. At this time, his palm had been bandaged and the blood was no longer flowing. However, Wei Zong's pinch completely destroyed his palm.
When he saw Wei Zong again, the big man's eyes suddenly turned blood red while covering his palm.
"Bastard, you won't have a good outcome. I've already told my sworn brother about this, and he won't let you go. Your end will be thousands of times worse than mine!!"
Seeing the big man like a mad dog, he kept roaring at Wei Zong. Qianhu frowned and glanced at Wei Zong: "Have you offended him?"
Wei Zong did not answer directly, but asked: "Why, this man can't be offended? Is he some kind of big shot?"
"That's not true!" Qianhu strode forward and said as he walked: "If he were a big shot, he wouldn't be locked up here. But what's a bit troublesome is that the son of our general's family belongs to this person.
We are sworn brothers. As he said just now, he has told the young master about this, I am afraid... you will be in trouble!"
Qianhu's eyes were somewhat pitiful.
"Really?" Wei Zong didn't care. What kind of thing is the son of a mere general?
Soon, before the tent.
"Tell the general, people are here!"
"Bring him in!"
"yes!"
Inside the camp, Xia Xiong glanced at Wei Zong lightly.
"name?"
"Weizong!"
Wei Zong answered honestly.
"Yes!" Xia Xiong also nodded, and the next moment, he asked questions like a barrage of questions.
"Which country are you from? Where do you live? Where do you learn from? What skills do you practice?"
"Uh...I forgot!"
"forget?"
Natsuo sat up suddenly, with a look of doubt on his face: "Can you forget such a thing?"
"To be precise, I lost my memory. I only remember that I didn't know who I was fighting with before, and in the end he knocked me out. When I woke up again, my mind was so groggy that I couldn't remember anything.
Already."
As he spoke, Wei Zong showed a wry smile just right.
"Did you lose your memory after being beaten?" Xia Xiong was a little doubtful.
He couldn't help but suspect that Wei Zong's appearance was really strange. He might be a spy from the Great Yi Empire, so he couldn't help but be careless.
"Have you forgotten everything?"
"Indeed, I forgot everything!" Wei Zong explained with a wry smile: "Except for my own name, I don't remember anything else at all."
"This is going to be difficult..."
Xia Xiong touched the beard on his chin. Wei Zong insisted that he had lost his memory and could not remember anything. He could not be sure whether it was true or not. After thinking about it, Xia Xiong finally made a decision.
"Okay, Wei Zong, are you willing to join our army?"
Regardless of anything else, let's win him over and march into the army first.
Hearing these words, Wei Zong's eyes lit up. After all, for him, as long as he joined the army, he would have the opportunity to practice the exercises.
So Wei Zong clasped his fists heavily!
"Of course I do!"
"Okay!" Natsuo Xiong nodded and said, "You are pretty good, but you can't start as a soldier. Let's do this. I'll make you the corps leader!" At the same time, Natsuo Xiong looked at Qianhu and waved his hand: "Go ahead.
, take him to get the waist badge, from now on, Wei Zong will be your corps commander."
"As you command!"
With that said, Qian Hu turned around and was about to lead Wei Zong away.
"etc!"
"Do you have anything else to do?"
Natsuo became a little impatient.
"General, let me tell you the truth. Due to amnesia, my subordinates can't even remember the exercises they practice. May I ask, General, are there any exercises practiced in this army?"
Wei Zong finally revealed his purpose.
"Kung Fu?" Xia Xiong looked at him with a half-smile, then picked up a thin booklet from the table and threw it to Wei Zong.
"At this time, use the Eight Taixuan Styles to practice!"
The Eight Taixuan Styles are a technique created by the founding emperor of the Daxuan Kingdom. However, they are not considered to be peerless magic skills. Instead, their power is mediocre. Its greatest feature is that it has strong compatibility and very low requirements for practice.
Anyone can practice cultivation.
This Taixuan Eight Styles, in the Daxuan Empire's army, basically everyone has one copy, and it is a trashy thing. Therefore, Xia Xiong did not hesitate and threw a copy directly to Wei Zong.
After solemnly taking the booklet, Wei Zong bowed deeply to Xia Xiong.
"Thank you, General!"
Seeing the excitement in Wei Zong's eyes, Xia Xiong was stunned for a moment. Could it be that this guy really had amnesia and was so happy to get a copy of Tai Xuan Ba Shi?
"In this case, I will take my leave first!"
Wei Zong then left with Qianhu.
But just as they walked out of the camp, a group of people came towards their direction.
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