Hsu Fengnian truly did not know how to convince Sun Qingqiu, but this old man was very likely to be a huge treasure to the Beiliang army. If used well, it could allow the border army's fighting strength to reach a higher level. It could be said that Sun Qingqiu, who had displayed his skills and completely instilled his entire life's worth of knowledge into Beiliang, was even more beneficial to Beiliang than Han Laoshan, Wang Xiu's junior brother, who was currently the deputy general of Lingzhou. Of course, all of this was just a possibility, but if they missed it, then it would not even be a possibility anymore. Hsu Fengnian raised his hand. This movement very quickly attracted the old man's swift and violent spear attack. The wax spear did not seem to have any momentum, but it slanted downwards, accurately and viciously stabbing towards Hsu Fengnian's throat. It was clean and crisp, and it contained the essence of the Sun family's spear technique, pressing forward courageously.
In the end, the two youths saw the "spearhead" of the wax spear stop several inches away from the person. Then, the wax spear, which was in line with the Sun family's unique "no return" aura, was instantly squeezed out in a large arc and then shattered on the spot.
After Hsu Fengnian raised his hand, a young woman in tight black clothes mysteriously appeared in the shade of the tree. After seeing this scene, her exquisite figure was completely expressionless.
She was the death warrior, Fan Xiaochai, who had just left the Whisk Room not long ago.
Sun Qingqiu held half of the wax spear. His palm was split open and covered in blood. Even though the old man was already certain that he was not this person's opponent, his spear attack returning without any results still shocked the old man too much.
He believed that this spear attack of his was something that even those second-level experts who were usually elusive would not be able to deal with so lightly. Moreover, this young man sitting there did not move at all. There was not even the slightest movement of his Qi.
Hsu Fengnian did not look at Fan Xiaochai. He only said, "You don't have to follow me for a while. Take the old man to the border of Liangzhou and find Lu Qiu 'er. I have already decided on the official position. As for how to use the Sun family's spear technique, let Lu Qiu' er decide for herself."
Then, Hsu Fengnian asked with a smile, "Old Master, are you sure you don't want to make a profitable business?"
The old man was an open-minded person. After thinking for a while, he sighed and said, "Anyway, I have no choice. Let's see if God wants to destroy my Sun family. I don't believe that He Wushu, a branch leader of the Fish Dragon Gang, can order you around."
Hsu Fengnian breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively, "Would you like to leave after we finish the wine?"
The old man sat down. "Drink, why aren't you drinking?"
The two youths trembled as they returned to their seats. Especially the delicate and pretty youth, he was completely dumbfounded. As for the hot-headed and tall youth, his face was filled with worship.
He must have really met the legendary Otherworldly Expert!
So when this young master said that he was a little tall, he was really tall?
After this incomparably excited youth sat down, he anxiously asked, "Master Young Master, my grandfather always said that my talent in martial arts is not very good. Your vision must be higher than my grandfather's. Why don't you help me take a look? Could it be that I'm actually a martial arts genius? "
Hsu Fengnian looked at the youth and said calmly, "Logically speaking, you are still a long way from your grandfather's age."
The youth opened his mouth wide and still did not give up. With a sad face, he asked, "What? Master Young Master, don't make a mistake. Can you take a closer look? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and shook his head. "It's harder to make a mistake than not to make a mistake."
The youth sighed and drooped his head, not saying anything.
The delicate and pretty youth covered his mouth and snickered. But when the master who was not as repulsive as before looked in his direction, he subconsciously glared at him.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Practice your spear well. You will have a great future. No one said that a woman can't practice a fierce and invincible first-rate spear art."
The "youth" blushed.
The proprietress, who had been startled many times, looked at this "youth". No wonder he looked like a little girl.
The woman was really stupid and bold. She joked, "Master Young Master, you can't not pay for the wine just because you are a master."
Hsu Fengnian took out a small piece of silver and put it on the table. The proprietress smiled and said, "Oh, you really didn't pay a cent more. Master Young Master, you are a master. Can't you be a little more generous? Aren't you afraid that it will damage your master's demeanor?"
Fan Xiaochai, a loyalist not far away, recalled all the things that had happened to her. She began to admire the courage of this village woman.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Only the master knows that oil and salt are expensive. Nowadays, I don't have the capital to puff myself up at my own cost."
Hsu Fengnian suddenly saw the Blue and White Falcon circling overhead. He slowly got up and said, "Grandfather, I have something to do. I will go first. We will come back to the border of Liangzhou to drink with you. I believe there will be a chance."
Sun Qingqiu also stood up and nodded, not saying anything.
Hsu Fengnian disappeared in a flash after he finished speaking.
This made the woman and the two Sun family youths think that they had met a god or a ghost.
Fan Xiaochai said coldly, "After drinking, we will go to the border immediately."
Sun Qingqiu grunted.
The tall youth stared at this elder sister with his eyes wide open. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
The girl dressed as a man was a little envious. She was really a beautiful elder sister, but she gave people the impression that she was too cold.
The proprietress sitting at the next table patted her chest hard and said, "Today was really an eye-opener."
The old man took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Who said it wasn't?"
Fan Xiaochai stood in the shade with her eyes closed.
Her intuition told her that Beimang should have sent out troops.
She had no interest in the ups and downs of the three Sun family members. As for that Fu Wushu of the Fish-dragon Gang, perhaps for the three of them, he was an enemy that they wanted to kill for the rest of their lives but couldn't.
But the gap between her and her enemy was like the distance between heaven and earth.
She knew that she would never be able to kill this man with her own hands in this lifetime.
After all, even Wang Xianzhi couldn't kill him.
But this didn't mean that he wouldn't die.
Because he had to face the whole of Beimang.
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