Chapter 690

"Does Yang Duwei know my father?"

"As courtiers, there is no one you don't know. Your father was in charge of Hu County and served as a county sheriff. Hu County borders Dongmen County of Zhangzhou. He borrowed a few grains from your father for several food shortages, which turned the crisis into safety, and the people can live in peace."

It seems that there is no hatred between Yang Jian and Liu she. The former still owes the latter.

In that case, it's easy to do.

The centurion who poached Yang Jian should not be angry.

After a brief greeting, Yang Jian glanced at Li Yun and Dianyin and said, "are these two your subordinates?"

Jiang Pengji took the initiative to apologize. "The younger generation's dereliction of duty has made Han Mei and them offend Du Wei. They will be strictly disciplined when they go back."

Yang Jian also knew that this was a scene, said it was strict discipline, and gave a verbal reprimand at most.

"Don't blame them. They are both Zhengzheng men and enviable young students. The cause of the dispute is our fault. If the man hadn't spoken ill of Han Mei, the two sides wouldn't have come to school." He then shouted to the crowd and called a middle-aged man with his left arm tied. The other party was a little pale because of blood loss. "You're wrong about this. Apologize to Liu county magistrate first."

The middle-aged man didn't mess around. He hugged his fist and bowed to apologize.

At this point, Jiang Pengji can't continue to say anything. This matter can only be written off.

But——

"I just saw Duwei's instructions on Chinese and American martial arts. I deeply admire them. I don't know if it's an honor to get Duwei's instructions?"

Jiang Pengji's principle is very simple——

Where you fall, where you get up, where you lose, where you bite back, where you lose the field, where you get back.

It's normal to play the small one and the old one.

Although it's not Yang Jian's fault, Yang Jian's subordinates took the lead and made bad comments. Yang Jian also taught Han Mei to be a man.

In that case, it's normal for her to teach Yang Jian to be a man.

The audience in the live broadcast room was boiling, and the bullet screen flew half from one end of the screen to the other.

[mu Xuanying marries me]: I think you are handsome. Do you dare to fight me?

[Mo Yu in my bed]: it's such a beautiful day. Why don't you and I solve our worries in the first World War?

[Xie Yuan was hurt]: one minute later, Yang Jian was wronged: "I just had a cup of tea..."

Yang Jian wanted to refuse, but he was interested in Jiang Pengji's performance just now.

"Why not?"

Jiang Pengji said shyly, "my younger generation has poor skills and doesn't want to be disgraced in public. Can you find a quiet place?"

Yang Jian doesn't doubt him. Young people's self-esteem also needs to be protected. What if it breaks and doesn't stick back?

Results——

Jiang Pengji didn't choose weapons and planned to fight barehanded. Naturally, Yang Jian couldn't take advantage of her.

However, he soon realized that it was a great mistake!

Yang Jian couldn't understand how such a thin and slender body could brew such strong strength, just like a mountain, which made people lose the heart of competition at a glance. Although he will not despair, Jiang Pengji's strength is terrible. Yang Jian can only defend passively and try to find flaws. However, Jiang Pengji is not such a raw, tender and fresh meat as Li Peng. She is an old driver. It seems that there are flaws everywhere, but there are murders everywhere. At first, Yang Jian thought he had a chance, and the price was that his arm was almost broken.

He jumped away and opened a little distance. He was afraid to say, "what a pig to eat a tiger. You are really your father's seed."

It's dark.

"Duwei praised."

Jiang Pengji's face did not change. She made a knife with her hand and attacked the door directly, as if to break Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian's heart sank, raised his hand to block her wrist, adjusted his center of gravity, crouched to avoid, and rushed to his face. The palm wind swept his face.

"Your martial arts are like asking for advice?"

Not only did he not find the opportunity, but he was beaten by Jiang Pengji. The dense palm with virtual shadow made his back cold.

"Of course it's for advice, but it's not for the younger generation to ask for advice. Han Mei is also a subordinate of the younger generation. Beating him is equivalent to beating me." Jiang Pengji didn't choose to compete with him in front of others, but only after others, as long as she found the field. She got real benefits and lost her false name to Yang Jian. "Duwei is a child of the younger generation. She's mischievous for a while. Don't quarrel with the younger generation. Duwei is also considerate, right?"

Yang Jian secretly smiles bitterly. Facing Jiang Pengji's increasingly intensive and fierce attack, he can only retreat step by step.

Fortunately, Jiang Pengji didn't go too far. Her injuries were in insignificant places and didn't greet him in the face.

What surprised Yang Jian most was not Jiang Pengji's speed or moves, but her intuition and experience.

It's not like a spoiled scholar, but more like a man crawling out of a pile of dead people.

Rao is Yang Jian. He has accumulated more than ten years of experience and developed his combat literacy after thousands of fights.

Thinking too much, Yang Jian made a mistake and revealed a flaw. Jiang Pengji walked around to the dead corner of his vision.

His right hand wrapped his neck in claws, his left hand pressed his hands behind his back, and then turned the man to the ground with skillful force.

All the actions are done at one go.

When Yang Jian reacts, the situation is gone. He has no chance of winning and can only admit defeat.

"That's all -- I can't fight you young people --"

Jiang Pengji released her hand and lifted him from the ground.

"Thank you for your mercy."

Jiang Pengji seemed to admit defeat when she said so.

Yang Jian knew that she had saved face for herself, but she was still unhappy.

However, he still has a lot of spirit and won't care about Jiang Pengji.

"Like your father, you are all foxes. Your father is treacherous in his mouth and unforgiving in your hands."

What Yang Jian didn't say was that in those years, Dongmen county was short of grain. Although Liu she borrowed grain, the interest given was very black.

Not as good as printing money, but also let Yang Jian see the black heart of literati and the honey belly sword of businessmen.

Now, he saw the ferocity of the martial arts man from Liu she's "son".

"The younger generation is ashamed."

"This time, your father didn't dare to come and talk to me about friendship, but you came up rashly. Fortunately, on the surface, you still have a bad relationship, which has little impact on you. During this time, try to restrain the two families from getting too close, so as not to affect you and your father."

Yang Jian can be a lieutenant. In addition to his own background and talent, he is also inseparable from the promotion of King Changshou.

In other words, in the eyes of outsiders, he is on the side of King Changshou.

But now he joins the league and cannot make friends.

Jiang Pengji did not refuse hypocrisy, but responded neatly.

"By the way, I'd like to ask Du Wei about one more thing in private."

Yang Jian said, "what's up?"

"How many years have you known your younger father and Han Mei's father Xie Qian?"

Yang Jian and Liu she mostly met on business occasions, and their relationship with Xie Qian was private.

"I had contact when I was young. Why do you ask?"

Jiang Pengji's hands encircled her chest and her look was somewhat intriguing.

There are some things she wants to prove.

Although Qi guanrang has got the answer from Wei Yuan, Jiang Pengji still wants to investigate further.

However, this is not a good time to ask.

Thinking of this, Jiang Pengji moved and staggered the topic.