"Haha, it's not bad, I'm Cheng Yaojin!" Cheng Yaojin nodded with a smile and said, "Young man, do you know what the crime is of detaining a duke from the court? What the crime is of delaying military information?"

Shan Ximu said calmly without comment: "As long as you kill you, you will do it neatly and no one knows, you will not have any sins. Are you saying I'm right?"

"Young man, do you really want to kill me?" Cheng Yaojin looked at Shan Ximu in a straight face, without fear.

Looking at Shan Ximu, who was slightly silent in Cheng Yaojin, turned around and walked out: "Remember my name, my name is Shan Ximu! Tomorrow, Dou Yihu and his brother will send you down the mountain. Come back to the court earlier to bring in the rescue, don't let me wait in a hurry."

"Don't let him wait in a hurry?" Cheng Yaojin, who watched Shan Ximu leave, couldn't help but frown and whisper: "What does this kid mean? What are you waiting for? Brother Shan, is he really your grandson? Alas! These grudges will be settled from generation to generation?"

Cheng Yaojin was worried and didn't sleep well that night. Early the next morning, Cheng Yaojin, who had just been confused for a while, was woken up by Dou Yihu. Cheng Yaojin, who was a little depressed, was politely taken down the mountain by Dou Yihu, and sent some dry food on the road, and a horse to lead the way. Only then did he feel a little better and ride on his horse and leave.

"On the chessboard!" He quickly left the range on the chessboard, frowned and looked back at Cheng Yaojin, couldn't help but shook his head with a complicated expression, and continued to ride his horse.

After leaving the rugged mountain road, he came to the densely crowded plain area. Cheng Yaojin, who had a sore back and forth along the way, bought a horse, bought a carriage, and prepared to go back in the carriage. After all, Cheng Yaojin is still very old. If he only rides a horse like this for a long journey, he will be exhausted and disbanded if he doesn't return to Chang'an.

Walking along the road, Cheng Yaojin, who was sitting on the carriage, passed by so tired that he was confused.

After a while, Cheng Yaojin, who was awakened by a horse's neighing, felt a dizzy turn, and flew out in a mess, and fell heavily to the ground, as if he was about to fall apart.

After a closer look, Cheng Yaojin realized that the carriage was overturned by a stone, and the horse ran away.

"Oh my God! I'm old Cheng to death!" Cheng Yaojin, who was so painful that he couldn't get up for a while, immediately saw more than ten people crawling out of the grass on both sides of the road, each holding swords, guns, sticks, and in awe.

"Old guy, hand over all your money and spare your life!" A scar-faced man in the lead shouted fiercely.

Cheng Yaojin almost vomited blood when he heard this: "Damn! Robbing me, old Cheng? When I, old Cheng, were the king, you little boys didn't know where you guys were!"

The depressed Cheng Yaojin immediately said angrily: "I don't want money, but I'll have one to die!"

"Hmph! It's still a tough guy! Then you go and die!" The scar-faced man who snorted coldly slashed at Cheng Yaojin with a big knife in his hand.

"What a slash?" Cheng Yaojin was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly retreated with his body that was about to fall apart, and he narrowly avoided the knife. With a "sneer" sound, the big knife fell between Cheng Yaojin's legs and almost sent Mr. Cheng into the palace.

Mr. Cheng was angry when he glared at him, and he was about to jump up as soon as he slapped the ground. However, with a cracking sound, Mr. Cheng, who had a stiff body, fell to the ground again, and his whole body could not move.

Seeing this, the scarred man couldn't help but sneer: "Old guy, how dare you bet on me?"

"Die me!" The scar-faced man with a grim smile raised the big knife in his hand and slashed at Cheng Yaojin.

Seeing that the knife was about to fall, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but feel sad and angry: "Damn it, is I, Cheng, going to die here and at the hands of bandits?"
Chapter completed!