When Peng Xiao heard the name "Ling Or", his heart inevitably moved slightly.

He was born in the Peng family, the first family in Chongzhou, and when he was young, he also read the genealogy of the great families and martial arts sects of the Southern Dynasties. Although he is not a scholar and a rich five-car well-read, he still knows that the head of Laojun Mountain, "Aurora Gong", is surnamed Ling.

Since the young man in front of him is actually surnamed Ling? So it can be seen that this is no coincidence.

Peng Xiao's thoughtful gaze fell on the pair of weapons wrapped in a cloth bag around the young man's waist, he couldn't see it really in the chaos just now, this time he finally saw it clearly, this weapon really looked like Lao Junshan's usual double hammer.

Although weapons can also be faked, Peng Xiao somehow always has an unusual peace of mind for these young people, perhaps from the righteousness of the breeze and moon on their bodies.

He put his mind at ease for the time being, but he still couldn't understand why the woman who was the leader of these people was wearing a nondescript mask with her head and tail hidden?

Peng Xiao's gaze remained silent and skimmed over the thin extinguishing on the horseback in front of him—after all, the girl's face was so badly wounded by the sword that she was almost unrecognizable, but she was still generous and open in front of others, and she never covered her face.

In such a comparison, the mask on Xie Zhao's face at this time seemed a little inexplicable.

Here Peng Xiao is still in a complicated mood and will be suspicious.

Over there, however, they still couldn't help themselves with these young men and women, crossing the meadow behind the diagonal and turning into an unknown mountain.

After a while, several people reined in one after another.

Then two of the teenagers dismounted.

Peng Xiao looked behind him hesitantly.

After all, this place was inaccessible, and he was worried that they would stop in the mountains at this time, and it would not be good if they were followed by the gangsters later, so he asked:

"How many people are?"

Xie Zhao, who was wearing a silver fox face mask, turned his head with a smile.

"General Peng doesn't have to worry, I have already observed behind me when I came, and they didn't follow."

Peng Xiao bowed slightly when he heard this, but he still didn't know what they were going to do.

At this moment, he saw the two teenagers who dismounted first, one grabbed a falling vine next to a big tree, and with a slight blow of the internal force of his fingertips, something suddenly slipped from the tree.

Because the round-faced boy had already grabbed the vine in advance, the speed at which the thing fell was actually very slow, and it soon landed gently and steadily.

Peng Xiao took a closer look, and then found that there was a large net woven of tree vines hanging on the tree in front of him, and in the net was actually tied an old woman who was covered with a soft cloth and her lips and tongue were tied, and her hands and feet were tied!

He is a soldier in the army, and he has never seen the old and weak women and children suffering, let alone bullying the weak, he subconsciously frowned deeply.

"You are"

He remembered Xie Zhaofang's specious words that threatened the enemy's gangster in the mountain stream before, and immediately reacted and said in surprise:

"Could it be that this old woman is the family relative of the bandit leader just now? How could she be captured by you? ”

Xie Zhao smiled and replied, "This matter is a long story, and it is not an important matter, and it is not worth the general's concern. ”

The eldest daughter of King Yong, who was the former rebel in Western Xinjiang, was named "Ning Po", who had lived in the mansion of Qinhao, one of the nine high castes in Western Xinjiang, for many years, and had called for wind and rain in many places to stir up the world.

However, the matter of this "big county lord" is very wide-ranging, and at this time, even Xie Zhao himself is not completely clear, so it is naturally inconvenient to tell Peng Xiao what it is.

Since it is not clear and it is inconvenient to say clearly, I simply won't say it.

Peng Xiao's eyebrows frowned slightly when he heard this, and he slowly shook his head and said:

"Although the people who set up ambushes in the mountain streams are by no means good, whether it is above the temple or in the rivers and lakes, it has never been as bad as the wives and children's families, and it is inappropriate for a few young heroes to act like this."

Peng Xiao met them in Pingshui, and he was not their parent, so there were some things he should not say deeply.

But after all, he met once, and he also thanked them for saving him, even if it was for their good, he couldn't help but say some things.

It's just that Peng Xiao thought that Su Ning was a "bandit" kidnapped by Xie Zhao and others, but he didn't know that this former big county lord of Yongwang Mansion in Western Xinjiang was one of the leaders of the "bandits".

Xie Zhao naturally couldn't explain in detail, so he just shrugged his shoulders and said sincerely:

"What General Peng taught me was that he was only reassuring that this lady was not innocent. If she is really innocent, we will never dare to act recklessly and implicate the elderly, weak, women and children. ”

Peng Xiao was slightly stunned, seeing that her expression was serious and solemn, not like a lie, so he nodded lightly and did not say anything more.

Xie Zhao walked up to Su Ning, lifted the hem of her skirt and squatted down, then reached out and gently took out the soft cloth stuffed in her mouth.

- This is to prevent them from watching around here, and it will not be good if Su Ning calls for others. Now that they have returned, they naturally don't have to stuff this soft cloth to make it uncomfortable.

The soft cloth in her mouth was gently removed, but her eyes did not soften at all.

She looked at Xie Zhao with a cold and gloomy gaze, and after a while, she hissed:

"Xie Yilu, good means, good intentions."

Xie Zhao smiled helplessly: "Where is it, there is only one Huangkou child in the bottom, and how can it be as hard as the twenty-five years of the county lord of Ning, and he has a thin hair." ”

Peng Xiao heard the words, and his brows furrowed.

Lord Ning?

Whether they are the royal princes or the princes of the opposite sex, they have never heard of the county lord named "Ning".

Peng Xiao's gaze fell on the old woman's half of her face, which had not been completely destroyed by the fire, and her facial contours, the color of her pupils, and her slightly curly hair.

In the next moment, he finally figured out something, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he immediately asked:

"Are they all foreigners? Could this old woman be the daughter of the royal family of Western Xinjiang? The group of dead soldiers in the mountain col are also from Western Xinjiang? ”

Peng Xiao has now been caught in the whirlpool of conspiracy after the rebellion against King Yongwang in Western Xinjiang, although Xie Zhao can't tell him everything in detail, but since he can guess it himself, it would be the best, and she naturally won't induce him to think of a fork in the road.

So she bowed her head lightly and said, "Sort of." ”

Peng Xiao frowned.

"Sort of?"

Xie Zhao nodded.

She calmly ignored the gaze of Yu Su Ning, who was like a substance, and hated to shoot her through with her gaze, and then sighed:

"This one was indeed the county lord of the Imperial Family in Western Xinjiang, but there was a turmoil in the Imperial Dynasty many years ago. After the incident subsided, the father of His Royal Highness the county lord was also removed from the royal family, and the entire genealogy of their lineage was removed from the nine high-ranking castes of the Western Xinjiang clan - so it was only said below that she was a relative of the Western Xinjiang clan, but now she is not completely. ”

Peng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Since these people are no longer the royal family of Western Xinjiang, it means that the interception and killing of him is not a dispute between the two countries, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

As a border guard of the Southern Korea, Peng Xiao's first thought after he was in danger was not his personal life and death, but what was involved behind his own life and death.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in Peng Xiao's mind!

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the unrecognizable old woman from the West Xinjiang in shock, and said in astonishment:

"Could it be that she is the descendant of the anti-Wang Yongwang in the battle between the crown princes of the Imperial Dynasty more than 20 years ago?"