What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 73 Thirty Years of Fame and Fortune are Like Dust and Soil

Xia Qing never expected that the white dragon horse's charge would be so terrifying.

And this horse is so uncivilized!
Your master dismounted and begged for death, yet you still came up and attacked him two against one!

They're taking advantage of me because I don't have a mount! This is absolutely outrageous!
I was still talking about martial virtue and hadn't used any bewitching cards!

—Although I feel it might not be very effective, I'm also worried that the other person might lose consciousness and go completely berserk.

"Your [Overlord Halberd Technique] was defeated by your mount in a battle you were certain to win, and you are filled with regret. At the same time, you feel that as a cavalry general, you have no mount by your side, and your riding skills and charging power are useless. It is a great disgrace. At this moment, you only wish to find a fine steed and fight another battle."

As if sensing the same thing, the Overlord Halberd Technique issued a prompt.

"Sigh, you want it, and so do I, but an ordinary horse won't do."

Xia Qing sighed inwardly upon seeing this notification.

This isn't the first time the Overlord Halberd Technique has mentioned wanting a mount; he brought it up again yesterday when he was learning the Charge skill.

But he also wanted a mount.

Ordinary horses simply cannot be used to counter the ghost stories.

It's even hard to say whether they can even carry it, since the halberd alone is incredibly heavy.

Besides, this is modern society, not a pastoral area, so buying a horse is not easy, and it's not cheap either.

Having received the promise from that valiant and scholarly general, he was still hoping to use his victory over the opponent to obtain the legendary white horse.

The current situation is that without a mount, he has no way to resist the opponent's serious charge.

"And then there's the armor. Fighting these armor-piercing units like this is too disadvantageous."

Xia Qing touched the faint bloodline on her chest with lingering fear.

It was clear that the valiant and learned general had regained his senses at the crucial moment and held back.

Otherwise, with his unarmored body, he would have been shot through the chest long ago, or even disemboweled.

Previously, the Ironclad Cavalry's strategy of trading blows with heavy armor had already made him quite troublesome.

This valiant and scholarly general seemed to be sparring earlier, and did not use these dangerous moves.

But it's clear that when faced with a life-or-death situation, he wouldn't be able to control himself and would erupt out of control like a survival instinct.

Otherwise, there would be no need to seek death; one could simply commit suicide on their own.

It seems I still have to wait for Chen Nuonuo to make the armor for me.

Other defensive techniques should not be neglected either; Iron Head Technique, Iron Crotch Technique, and Iron Shirt Technique must all be practiced.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the prompt again.

Iron Head Kung Fu still didn't react at all, only the initial awakening information and that dazed feedback.

However, there is one piece of good news.

"In a drunken stupor, you wielded your sword to determine the victor; in your drunken revelry, you debated the prowess of martial arts. Your Tai Chi technique, imbued with boundless passion for this battle, is a legendary feat that will be the talk of the town. Even your formidable opponent will be astonished and look at you with newfound respect. The young woman from the yamen stood there dumbfounded, stroking her beard in disbelief..."

Before she could finish reading the long message, Xia Qing sensed something and turned to look to the side.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing Xia Qing land, Ling Shuang cautiously walked over.

She wanted to check his injuries, but hesitated.

In fact, she had been completely disoriented the whole time.

This guy was drinking and having fun with the ghost stories, chatting and laughing like old friends, which was strange enough.

When the fight broke out, they stopped pretending altogether.

If Xia Qing's previous display of martial prowess was attributed to innate superhuman strength and martial arts mastery, she could have been somewhat skeptical and even partially convinced.

But what just happened...

That terrifying power.

You're telling me this is martial arts?
You're telling me this is something an ordinary person can do with practice?

If martial arts were really that amazing, how come we didn't know?
If martial arts could make the human body so incredibly strong, wouldn't everyone be able to sweep all the Olympic gold medals?
Those who exercise and stay fit, why would they need to use drugs or hormones? They should all have gone to practice martial arts long ago.

"It's alright, he probably showed mercy."

Xia Qing sighed and shook her head.

"...Then, shall we go back first?" Ling Shuang didn't ask any further questions.

"Well, let's go."

Xia Qing nodded.

The two got into the car in silence, and the jeep set off again.

"My hair is standing on end with anger, I lean on the railing, and the rain stops.

I raise my eyes, look up at the sky and roar, my heart filled with intense emotions.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.

Don't let your youthful years slip by in vain, only to be filled with regret later.

Behind the car, from the surging fog, suddenly came a mournful and desolate poem:

"The shame of Jingkang has yet to be avenged; the hatred of the subjects, when will it be extinguished? We will drive our chariots to shatter the Helan Mountains."

Aspirations hungry for the Hulu meat, and laughed and thirst for the blood of the Huns.

Let’s start from the beginning, rebuild the old mountains and rivers, and face the heavenly palace.”

A single poem can express a myriad of emotions, and the author of such a poem is undoubtedly a person of great renown.

"It really is him..."

Xia Qing picked up the token that the valiant and scholarly general had given her earlier, which was hanging at her waist, glanced at it, then put it down and sighed softly.

They were in opposition to the Jin army's Iron Pagoda, yet they appeared at the same time.

Furthermore, the existence of strange tales about transformations is also likely to damage the integrity of the people.

Throughout history, there are very few like him.

Among the Song generals, there is no doubt that he was the best.

When he guessed yesterday that the general was a Song general, he already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

"Although the appearance of ghost stories is essentially derived from dreams and fantasies and cannot be referenced, some widely circulated features are actually easy to find."

Upon hearing the mournful poem behind her, Ling Shuang's expression became complicated.

Other armor patterns and such are difficult to determine.

However, besides the more famous Tang Sanzang, the White Dragon Horse is also the mount of Yue Fei in folk legends, and is said to be skilled at judging horses.

"This man is not just a military general, but a commander. The impending disaster he speaks of is probably not just a matter of him going berserk."

Xia Qing looked at Ling Shuang: "What do you say?"

"I came here today to conduct a thorough investigation. I will submit a formal report later, but the final decision will depend on the higher-ups."

Ling Shuang shook her head: "But they should be sending people over in a few days."

Their risk assessment doesn't simply look at the strength of the supernatural tales.

It depends more on the potential damage and the level of urgency.

If it were simply a supernatural tale about an ancient military commander, the threat assessment would naturally be very low.

But if it's this person, then we really need to be careful and cautious.

However, it is clear that there will be more than one report to be submitted today.

……

Ghost Story ID: Not Filed
Sequence: Not yet determined.

Provisional name: Military General

Description: The target is normally an ordinary human who calls himself Xia Qing, but possesses extremely strong physical abilities. It is speculated that he may have mastered some kind of special combat skills, and may also possess some kind of golden supernatural power. In combat, he wields a halberd...

Correction: The target possesses superhuman abilities far exceeding those of humans, and appears to grow stronger when facing stronger opponents, with combat power capable of surging in a short period of time...

Note: The household registration information appears normal, but the possibility of cognitive interference or identity substitution cannot be ruled out.

Note: The target states that his extraordinary abilities and combat skills were acquired through rigorous training in 'martial arts'.

Note: No known martial arts techniques have been proven to produce extraordinary effects.

Note: The target has no long-term martial arts training record or avenue...

(End of this chapter)