Hsu Fengnian said with a smile, "Mister Luo, if that's the case, then that bow should be able to draw at least three hundred jin of force, right?"
Old Scholar Luo stroked his beard and said with a smile, "That's right, but three hundred jin of force is something that only a brave general on the battlefield can draw. If he could, then he wouldn't be this Old Man's retainer. Xu Qi, can you guess that this person was a Beiliang Army crossbowman when he was young? "
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the silent man wiping the bow and shook his head, "I really can't guess."
Perhaps it was because the handsome men and beauties next to the bonfire heard the words' Beiliang Army 'and became interested in the conversation. They began to talk about the generals in the Beiliang Army. Some said that Chen Zhibao's spear technique was invincible, while others said that Yuan Zuozong was the true number one in terms of combat strength. There were even some who said that Rentu should be at least first rank, or else how could he have obtained the King of Beiliang's Boa Robe when he joined the army at the age of ten? There was no end to this debate. Most of the handsome young men believed that Xu Xiao was shrewd and had always hidden his strength on the battlefield. It was impossible for him to be a second or third rank martial artist. Second rank master was indeed outstanding, but for a great general whose achievements were almost enough to shock the emperor, it was unavoidable that he couldn't bring it out. The old scholar saw that Hsu Fengnian didn't say anything and asked with a smile, "Xu Qi, what do you think?"
Hsu Fengnian wiped the grease from the roasted meat at the corner of his mouth, "I think Xu Xiao is at most second rank. It's only because of his good luck that he was able to leave the battlefield alive. I heard that after he became a general, the Heavy Snow Camp that followed him always suffered the most casualties out of all the Beiliang Army. "
A young man who admired Hsu Fengnian had sharp ears and was about to throw a branch into the bonfire, but it hit the ground at Hsu Fengnian's feet. He sneered, "Small fish and shrimp in a small pond, don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything!"
Hsu Fengnian nodded with a smile and said, "Good."
Old Scholar Luo quickly warmed the atmosphere with a smile, "Everyone has their own opinions. Right now, we're thousands of miles away from home, and no one speaks for themselves."
The young men and women were clearly much more respectful towards this elder who had walked out of the Ding family. A few of the talented youths who had wanted to seize the opportunity to make things difficult swallowed their words back into their stomachs along with the roasted meat. Although the second generation descendants of the Spring and Autumn survivors who had migrated to Beimang weren't as disdainful as the Central Plains, they lived under someone else's roof in Beimang and didn't dare to blindly look down on martial artists. However, their family's teachings were still closely related to many of their habits. For example, the heir of the Luo family, who had the reputation of being a scholar and a sword scholar, was still more scholarly than swordsmanship. This was especially true for the one called Xu Qi, who was only from a low-class noble family in Gusai Prefecture. Naturally, he couldn't study literature well, so he took a step back and studied martial arts, hoping to climb up the ranks of the border army and accumulate scholarly honors. Someone like him, who was neither high nor low, actually dared to talk about national and military affairs.
The elegant heir of the Luo family pointed at a gentle woman with a branch and laughed, "Miss Su, don't you have a younger brother who admires that Beiliang and His Royal Highness the most?"
The woman who was playing with a jade pendant softly said, "They're all jackals of the same tribe. They're all good-for-nothings who don't amount to anything. They only know how to lead evil servants around and bully the common people like dogs. It's just that the heir of Beiliang has a better family background. They're all the same type of trash. If he were to stand in front of me, I wouldn't even look at him. "
The three women seemed to have a harmonious relationship on the surface, but it was actually very interesting. The one surnamed Su only wanted to travel thousands of miles and unintentionally planted a willow in the shade, which made the heir of the Luo family somewhat moved. The other two women wanted to plant flowers, but the flowers didn't bloom. No matter how coquettishly they flirted and threw flirtatious glances, the heir of the Luo family only teased them with a few words and didn't give them any reassurance. The two ladies were extremely annoyed. If the one surnamed Su was present, they would have a common enemy. If the one surnamed Su was present, they would have a common enemy. If the one surnamed Su was present, they would have a common enemy. When one of them heard that the one surnamed Su was so pretentious, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Sister Su, are you serious?
Ah, you can't even fake your expression in front of Beiliang and His Royal Highness? Don't be so embarrassed that you can't even speak when you're in front of him. Little sister, I've heard that His Royal Highness is very handsome. Although he's a bit unrestrained, when it comes to romantic affairs, he claims to be second, but no one dares to claim to be first. "
The woman surnamed Su smiled gracefully and didn't refute.
The other woman with an oval face, who was more charming than elegant, was even more eccentric. "Sister Su, don't you like to appraise ancient paintings? Let's not talk about other things. Who in the world doesn't know that famous paintings that have been jokingly stamped with the word 'fake' are all genuine? How many people have collected paintings that everyone regards as suspenseful and thus have their names verified? "
The woman surnamed Su smiled and said, "On this point, the heir of Beiliang has indeed contributed greatly. No gold is pure. Didn't Young Master Luo also say that he's not proficient in the zither? But a hand has five fingers, and there's also a long one. This is precisely Beiliang and His Royal Highness. "
The two women were choked by her watertight explanation. They looked at each other in dismay, but they couldn't find any weakness that could be used against her. They were indignant and didn't say anything.
Hsu Fengnian gazed at the gradually growing fire and smiled faintly.
It felt pretty good to be mocked in front of his face. If he were in Beiliang, he wouldn't be so lucky.
Hsu Fengnian couldn't help but think of Li Yishan, who had never admitted to being his master. He also somewhat missed the painful feather duster that Li Yishan used to hit his palm when he was young. This feather duster was still on the top floor of the Tide-listening Pavilion.
A lot of principles had been developed in this way. He didn't know why, but when he was scolded by Xu Xiao in his immature childhood and youth, he felt wronged and ran off to the mausoleum in a fit of pique. On the contrary, he was beaten by Li Yishan and never held a grudge.
This time, when he returned to Beiliang, he had to bring him a few jugs of good wine.
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