Unlike his son Peng Feng, Peng Ji looked like a kind person, and his smiling face had already arrived before he spoke, so he left a very good impression on almost everyone who knew him.

Unlike young people who are impatient, Peng Ji is always very calm now, pampered and humiliated, and calm, even if he comes to Guzang this time, for Peng Ji, it is the same as eating and sleeping, there is no difference.

Just like now, Peng Ji is not in a hurry at all, because since Lu Hong has already made an appointment, Peng Ji is sure that he can meet the requirements by arriving slowly and methodically.

In that case, why bother?

Peng Ji rode a high-headed horse, like patrolling the streets, slowly advancing, and the soldiers behind him, although they were all swords and arrows wound and heavily guarded, but they looked like the others.

Suddenly, at this time, a small colonel came in a hurry on a horse, Peng Ji saw that it was his son Peng Feng's henchman, and the important guards around him were concise, so he relaxed his vigilance, and the two guards behind him also relaxed the hands of the small crossbow machine in their sleeves in a timely manner.

"Sir!" , come and hold a fist.

Because "Jianming" is the retainer of Peng Ji and Peng Feng's family, calling the lord instead of the official position, which is a sign of trust. Even many of Peng Ji's pro-soldiers cast envious glances.

Peng Ji squinted, reined in his horse, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

"Master, the eldest prince, please go all the way, you can move forward slowly, you don't have to be in a hurry!" "Concisely" said.

"Oh? Why is that? Peng Jiruo asked with interest.

"The villain doesn't know about this."

"Hehehe." Peng Ji suddenly burst into a long laugh, and the people behind him were a little inexplicable.

"You're pretending to be similar, it's rare!" Peng Ji said slowly.

"Concise" but said with a straight face: "Master, the villain doesn't understand what you mean." ”

"Well, it's really rare." Peng Ji still said to himself, this dress should have just been taken off, right? It looks like it fits perfectly, it looks like you've already made plans, and your accent is very similar, so you should have been prepared, and even some of the concise speaking habits, including the expressions on your face, have been simulated, if it weren't for the old eyes, they were still easy to use, and they were almost hidden by you! Hehehe, you say, are you going to arrest yourself, or is the old man coming to arrest you? "It's better for the villain to send you on your way first!" The so-called Jian Ming shouted, and suddenly threw out a few flying knives from his sleeve, and the cold light was shining, and he galloped out!

"You dare!" Before Peng Ji could speak, the two people behind him who had been prepared for a long time snatched it out, it seemed that their skills were much more powerful than Jian Ming and Pu Fan, and the flying knife that took people's lives had already been intercepted by the two of them before they had not flown far.

And Peng Ji was still sitting on his horse, looking at himself with a smile, his expression was very calm, as if he was fine.

It turned out that this "concise" was simply pretended by Liu Yiru, Duan Ye knew that this Liu Yiru also knew the art of disguise, and before in Jiuquan, when Duan Ye attacked Jiuquan by himself, he had already lurked there, naturally, when Peng Feng later went to take over Jiuquan County, this lurking person naturally entered it.

Therefore, Duan Ye is actually clear about who Peng Feng is around, including the most important Jian Ming and Pu Fan's two henchmen.

Duan Ye's people already knew everything about them, including their speaking habits, including their tone, posture, and how they looked at Peng Ji.

So this time, after Duan Yecai and Liu Yiru worked together to win Jian Ming and Pu Fan, he took off his clothes and asked Liu Yiru to pretend to be Jian Ming.

However, Duan Ye would never be naïve enough to rely on this method to assassinate Peng Ji. The reason is very simple, the so-called disguise in this era, due to the problems of materials and methods, will never be able to achieve the effect of fake and real, let alone deliberately pretend to others. Although Duan Ye came up with a modern makeup theory, had a careful discussion with Liu Yiru, and tried to improve the disguise technique, and also achieved certain results, in fact, the progress was still limited and there was no significant improvement. The most important reason, of course, is that there are not enough tools and materials.

Moreover, the key to the imitation of people is not the appearance, but a lot of very detailed actions, demeanor, etc., these things are imperceptibly formed in daily life, you learn by yourself, and you can't learn it in a short period of time, which is completely different from the stand-in of later leaders. Moreover, people like Peng Ji who can be officials are very shrewd, have a good memory, and have strong observation skills, and if they want to hide from him by this kind of method, it is simply impossible, unless he is blind.

But this time, Duan Ye did the opposite, this is to cover up, and the plan will be calculated!

Liu Yiru's martial arts are very strong, and Peng Ji underestimated him at the beginning, allowing his two personal soldiers to combine her, and he didn't make a move, and he also asked the people behind him not to make a move.

Anyway, it's still early, seeing Liu Yiru's pretended Jian Ming and his own soldiers fighting together, and the two sides are evenly matched, Peng Ji feels like watching a circus performance, and he is idle anyway.

Liu Yiru is actually calculating time in her heart, because at this moment, time is the most important, every time she buys a little more time here, Duan Ye can make more progress and have a better chance of winning.

Almost! Liu Yiru was tired of the maggot-like entanglement of these two people's tarsal bones, she suddenly exerted her strength, and the soft sword in her hand slashed through a perfect arc, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, accurately leaving two small holes in the throats of the two pro-soldiers.

The bodies of the two of them, which were still in the air, suddenly stagnated and froze, and then fell to the ground in a dejected manner, and at this time blood was already flowing from their necks, and they were killed instantly!

"Thief, you dare!" Almost at the same time, Peng Ji, who looked kind and kind, and even a little senile, suddenly rose from the air from the war horse like an arrow from the string, like a galloping horse and lightning speed, Liu Yiru only felt like a raging wind, instinctively wanted to dodge, but suddenly felt that the person who came was like locking himself, and the momentum was compelling.

Although he tried his best to flash forward, Liu Yiru still felt a force of Mount Tai pressing down.

It seems that it can't be hidden! Liu Yiru had no choice but to carry all the strength of his body to the vest, and at the same time his waist was slightly wrong, at this time, Peng Ji's left hand was accurately slapped on Liu Yiru's vest!

"Poof!" Liu Yiru snorted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You're a woman!" Peng Ji was surprised, his right hand had already drawn his sword, his sword moves were extremely concise, and he stabbed straight forward with one move, but it was directly aimed at Liu Yiru's neck who was still falling, as if it was unstoppable.

He wants to repay and report, just like Liu Yiru killed his two subordinates, kill Liu Yiru!

He's not interested in women anymore, although he knows that this is a stunning beauty when he listens to the voice!

Although Peng Ji is old, his judgment is still very accurate, his sword is measured in advance, and he is directly waiting for her at the place where Liu Yiru's neck, who has lost her balance when her body falls, will come, it seems that the death of Xiang Xiaoyu is inevitable.

At this moment, Liu Yiru's body, which was about to fall, was like a rope that was suddenly tightened in the air, straightened in an instant, and then miraculously rolled to the side, and a lazy donkey rolled away, dodging the blow that was supposed to be fatal.

At the same time, an iron bump flew towards Peng Ji's head. Peng Ji was furious, what's wrong today, are these rats really thinking that they are old and confused? Doesn't work? It's just enough to send assassins to assassinate himself, and he even wants to smash his head with an iron lump.

Without hesitation, Peng Ji's wrist shook almost instinctively, and the sword in his hand drew an arc very obediently, for this kind of iron lump, it is better to block it first, after all, Peng Ji also saw it, there are burrs on the pimple, this thing can pierce the hand.

But I don't know why, just when Peng Ji's sword was about to touch this iron lump, Peng Ji suddenly had an ominous premonition, he always felt that if he touched this iron lump, something bad would happen.

Although he has no basis, he has never missed his feelings over the years! Not once!

And Liu Yiru on the ground suddenly pulled down his headscarf and covered his face.

Wrong! This is certainly not true! The sharp-eyed Peng Ji found a problem!

The clothes must be simple clothes, and they are also worn by the people in their own house, but the shoulders can be used as both collars and headscarves, and this woman uses a different kind of clothes!

And at this time, the iron bump flew closer and closer, and I noticed that the iron bump was still "snorting", oh my God, there are sparks on it!

But before he could figure out what to do, his sword had already touched the iron lump.

Peng Ji's hand felt very good, and he could still feel that the sword cut through the iron sheet without any suspense, and it was indeed a divine soldier who sharpened iron like clay. It's just that what follows is unthinkable for him.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, followed by smoke, and nothing could be seen clearly, followed by countless heart-rending screams, and the angry neighing of war horses.

After a long time, everything was too peaceful and the smoke dissipated, the scene had already become a mess, many soldiers were rolling in pain on the ground, and some people were holding their eyes, crying for their father and mother, and his palms were still oozing blood.

Peng Ji stood in place, his face pale, his sword in one hand in both hands, and the other hand naturally drooping, but if you look closely, you will find that both of his hands are trembling slightly. Although his face didn't look injured, Peng Ji knew that a needle had just pierced through his shoulder blade, and it had also pierced the acupuncture point, and now he knew his pain.

And that "concise", at this time, has long been gone.

The iron shell on the ground, a strong smell of fire, reminds us of everything that has happened here.

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