The dignified dean of Shangwuyuan was really confused at this moment, and his expression was a little confused.
He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it on his face, but the hand stopped in mid-air without moving.
For the first time, this respected old man felt that he had been deeply humiliated.
He was actually in a daze, and for a moment he couldn't figure out why the disciple of Shangyuan, who usually respected him so much, spit at him.
Those disciples of Shangyuan came here to study. All they wanted was a good reputation, and they didn't hold any real power in their families. Who would offend the dean easily?
So on weekdays, when these Shangyuan disciples see him, which one is not respectful?
What kind of magic did Lin Ye use to make his disciple who at least knew the etiquette of respect and inferiority turn into such a scoundrel?
He was shocked.
He looked at the Shangyuan disciple, and that disciple was also looking at him. The moment the two people's eyes met, it seemed that even time had stopped.
In the distance, Tuoba Lie, who was sitting on horseback, frowned at first, then turned his horse and walked away.
As soon as he left, the hundreds of Kitano army generals who followed him also moved away on horseback.
They didn't even dare to express their anger, because they all knew that the silent general was the one who was really angry.
Some people speculated that the general was angry because there was no need to waste time watching such a farce.
If it was really on the battlefield, not to mention the five hundred Shangyuan disciples who participated in the battle, even if there were 1,200 people who came together, they would all be killed by the two hundred Beiye elites.
When he was about to leave the gate of Shangwuyuan, Tuoba Lie reined in his horse again.
Because he suddenly felt that he had lost face even more by walking away like this. Not only did he have his own face, he also had the face of the 100,000 Kitano troops.
So, Tuoba Lie drove his horse back and went back.
At this time, I don’t know if the competition should continue, because no one can determine whether the spitting is considered a win.
The people who besieged Lin Ye in the Wuyuan also made no move, but everyone had dissatisfaction written on their faces.
After a while, the general came back, and everyone stood at attention, waiting for the general to decide who lost and who won the contest.
Tuoba Lie waved to Lin Ye, who came out from behind the circular formation and walked quickly to Tuoba Lie's horse.
Tuoba Lie sat on the war horse, overlooking Lin Ye and asked: "Did you win?"
Lin Ye: "No."
Tuoba Lie: "Did you lose?"
Lin Ye: "Not yet."
Tuoba Lie said: "You didn't lose, you just won."
After saying that, he said loudly to the more than 200 martial arts disciples: "All of you, run around the school grounds until you can't get up!"
"yes!"
Although the martial arts disciples were full of complaints, they did not hesitate at all.
More than two hundred people were in different positions, but formed a queue in a very short period of time. Then, led by the person with the highest military rank, they started running around the school field.
Tuoba Lie looked at Lin Ye: "You don't understand the art of war and battle formations, but you can bring a piece of loose sand to life. That's amazing."
Lin Ye said: "There is no revitalization, they just want to win. They have been in Shangyuan for so long, and for the first time, they really want to win."
Tuoba Lie was silent.
After a long time, Tuoba Lie said: "I promised you that as long as you win, I will allocate 600 good horses to the Qi Barracks. You can send someone to the Beiye Army to get them."
Lin Ye cupped his fists and said, "General, three hundred horses is enough. Because we didn't win, the most we can count is a draw within the stipulated time."
Tuoba Lie raised his finger and pointed at the Beiye Army soldiers who were still running: "Six hundred horses are their face."
Lin Ye understood, clasped his fists and said: "I know, Beizhi will personally take people to get it."
Tuoba Lie nodded, and then looked at the Shangyuan disciples who were lying on the ground, looking defeated no matter how they looked.
"It's good that they want to win."
After finishing speaking, Tuoba Lie rode away.
Waves of cheers erupted from the Shangyuan disciples, but Lin Ye's eyes were always on the running elites of the Beiye Army.
They should be full of resentment.
The disciple from Shangyuan who spat at Yun Chengfeng was now full of timidity and walked to Lin Ye like a child who had done something wrong.
He said: "I'm sorry, I... was wrong."
Lin Ye shook his head: "Li Jiangchu, you are not wrong."
Li Jiangchu lowered his head and said, "If I go home, my father will scold me to death."
Lin Ye: "Then tell him that you are now the personal soldier of Lin Ye, the commander of the Qibing camp."
He glanced at the Shangyuan disciples who were gathering around him. After the excitement, a very complicated look appeared on everyone's face.
Lin Ye looked at them, and they looked at Lin Ye.
After a long time, Lin Ye said: "Don't do this, I am willing to admit defeat."
The group of people burst into cheers again. They rushed over and lifted Lin Ye up, threw it up to catch it, and then threw it up and caught it again.
At this moment, they are not just a bunch of people, they already have a bud in their hearts called unity and victory.
Lin Ye said that he was willing to admit defeat. They all lost the bet with Lin Ye, but they were all very happy.
In the distance, Dean Yun Chengfeng washed his face. Looking at the cheers from the disciples of Shangyuan, his expression became more complicated.
By the afternoon, the more than 200 martial arts disciples had all collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, even breathing seemed so exhausted.
They are all soldiers, and soldiers should obey military orders. If the general tells them to run until they can't get up, they will run until they can't get up.
Not a word of complaint, even if there is any resentment.
They are the ones who are really willing to admit defeat, not to be convinced, but to admit defeat.
Just as they were lying on the ground gasping for breath, Lin Ye came with the disciples of Shangyuan.
"I'm sorry, brothers."
A Shangyuan disciple knelt down and handed the towel in his hand to the Wuyuan disciple lying on the ground.
"Our win is not glorious, but we really want to win."
The martial arts disciple looked sideways at him, and after a moment of silence, he took the towel and wiped his face.
"Stop your tricks, I can afford to lose."
He straightened up and sat up: "If there is another time, you all should be careful."
Among the crowd, the man with the highest military rank came over panting. He was a centenarian named Chen Yingguan.
"General Lin."
He walked up to Lin Ye, and even though he was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back, he still tried his best to perform the most standard military salute.
He said: "A war is never tiring of deceit. We have learned this, but we have forgotten it. Thank you, General, for helping us remember it."
Lin Ye said: "We can't win even if we fight in an aboveboard manner even if we fight a hundred times."
Chen Yingguan said solemnly: "General, there is not so much aboveboardness on the battlefield, not even half of it. It is better for General to remind us now than to be reminded by the enemy on the battlefield."
While Chen Yingguan was running, he talked loudly to the soldiers.
He said, if you lose, you lose.
General Lin first angered them with words, causing each of them to lose their cool.
Everyone thought that if a fight broke out soon, those in the Shangyuan would feel the oppression of the Kitano Army.
Being provoked, he underestimated the enemy, and then he was deceived by his opponent and sneak attacked the formation.
Chen Yingguan said: "General Lin, the Beiye Army has not really fought in more than ten years. The general has always said that you should have arrogance, but you should not have it, because that arrogance was cut down by the Beiye Army more than ten years ago.
No one in the current Beiye Army is qualified to inherit the pride of blood and sweat." Lin Ye said: "The general is right, pride should never be inherited."
Chen Yingguan saluted again: "The general also said that there is no next time for those who know their shame and then become brave, and who cannot afford to lose... So they wanted me to ask for something just now."
Lin Ye said: "You say."
Chen Yingguan said: "All the disciples of the martial arts academy, please ask General Lin to continue such competitions in the future."
Lin Ye looked at the Beiye Army soldiers. They all stood up and stood there.
Lin Ye stood upright and returned a standard military salute to these soldiers who were actually qualified enough to inherit that arrogance.
Half an hour later, outside the gate of Shangwuyuan.
As soon as Lin Ye went out, he saw the pink carriage parked not far away. After taking a deep breath, he quickly walked towards the carriage.
Tuoba Yunxi in the carriage saw Lin Ye taking a deep breath.
She turned her head and asked Xiaohe: "Am I scary?"
Xiao He smiled and shook his head: "Young master Lin is afraid of the eldest lady. It's probably not because you are scary, the eldest lady."
Tuoba Yunxi thought for a while and didn't quite understand what Xiaohe meant, so he asked: "I'm not scary, why is he afraid of me?"
Xiaohe: "I'm a little scared, not really, but respect from the bottom of my heart."
Tuoba Yunxi smiled and said: "Why are you speaking so incoherently now? You have become glib."
After saying this, Tuoba Yunxi muttered to himself: "I don't want him to be afraid of me, nor do I want him to respect me. I don't even need him to feel that he should thank me."
Not long after, Lin Ye walked to the door of the car: "Auntie."
Tuoba Yunxi said: "Are you going home? Let's get in the car. It just so happens that I miss Zina too."
Lin Ye got into the car, and Tuoba Yunxi pointed to the box in front of him: "Fruit wine, on ice."
Lin Ye didn't refuse to be polite. After opening the box, he poured a glass of fruit wine to taste.
"Huh?"
Lin Ye was surprised after tasting it: "Where did you buy this fruit wine? The taste is really unique in the world. No, this is a taste that can only be brewed by immortals. It should only be found in heaven."
Tuoba Yunxi: "Exaggerated."
Lin Ye: "Oh..."
Tuoba Yunxi: "Is it really delicious?"
Lin Ye: "Fake, sour."
Tuoba Yunxi raised his hand to hit, but suddenly realized that his action would make him lose his status as an elder and look more like a fight between peers.
She pretended to raise her hand to straighten her hair, and then asked: "Won?"
Lin Ye replied: "The competition between the two houses is, to be honest, a draw."
Tuoba Yunxi was keenly aware that Lin Ye was talking about their two houses, so she asked: "What about you?"
Lin Ye: "Of course I won."
Tuoba Yunxi looked at Lin Ye, who took a sip of fruit wine and said, "I made a bet with all the disciples in the Shangyuan, paying ten to one, betting that we would win, but they all bet that we couldn't win."
Tuoba Yunxi: "Since Shangyuan has a chance to win, why don't they believe you can lead them to win?"
Lin Ye said: "Because I only arranged a dozen trustworthy people, and only a dozen of them knew how to fight. Others thought that I just let them wear expensive ebony armor to fight."
When he said this, his tone became regretful.
"Actually, it should be a tie, because they don't believe it will be a tie, so the odds of a tie are 20 to 1."
Lin Ye sighed: "I insisted on a draw, but the general refused, which ruined a lot of my harvest."
From the very beginning, Lin Ye wanted Shang Wu to compete between the two academies just to make money.
Tuoba Yunxi thought for a while and waved his hand: "How can that be done? It seems that the six hundred horses are a little less. Let me go back and deal with him."