Xu Fengnian figured out a reason. The so-called "drawing the sword and looking around in a daze", besides worrying about the country and the people, there is another possibility of getting lost. Because the established route was modified, I could only follow the general direction like headless chickens. Fortunately, on the way, I met a group of scholars who were being cut by horse thieves. The border between Longyao State and Orange State. The reason for the attack was that they saw the identities of these people as survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period, and horse thieves were no strangers, and two of them were the ones who wanted to snatch people back to warm the bed for the female headed village last time. This group of scholars and scholars of different ages should be from a good family. I don’t know if the family hired the head of the nursing school or hired five or six strong warriors in the world. Unable to fight back, several swordsmen also performed quite brilliantly. Their swordsmanship is fancy, and it is more than enough to scare horse thieves. The eyes of several young women dressed in men's clothes are shining. On the contrary, Xu Fengnian, who has contributed the most to make a final decision, let them Lack of interest.
This is probably the reason why he wears a mediocre appearance. Most of the love affairs in the world focus on the feeling of love at first sight. good? How can a woman not sink a fish and a goose, close the moon and shame the flower
Xu Fengnian didn't feel any loss about this, on the contrary, he got along well with a few old Confucian scholars in the team, only then did he realize that the whole group were descendants of a few well-connected and well-connected families in Gusai Prefecture, and the saint's teachings required reading thousands of volumes The book has to travel thousands of miles, and several people in the team are crowned at the same time. It just so happens that an old scholar is married to a wealthy family in Orange State, and he also wants to see the scenery of the frontier, so they travel together. The elderly traveled quickly while one foot was still outside the coffin. As for the three women, they were all admiring and crowned scholars. Elopement is a good show, Xu Fengnian pondered for a while, and knew that most of the families they belonged to were inferior to those young handsome people, hoping to take the opportunity to cook rice and climb high branches during their travels, so he turned a blind eye Close one eye.
Xu Fengnian and Tiannandibei also got corroboration in the chats between Tiannandibei. Beimang was divided into four classes, and the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period were all in the second class. Apart from paving the way for the Murong family, Ming was not useless. Except for the three surnames of "Gaohua" in the Southern Dynasty, most of the so-called high-ranking clans in the next line were mostly Bingding and old Confucian scholars who were close to Xu Fengnian. Because the elder brother of the family used to be a member of the official department of the Southern Dynasty, he was able to join the Ting family, and the family leader in the team, although the scholar was only a third-rate gentry in the Central Plains when he fled north, took root in Beimang. She was one of the high-ranking Jiuqing in the Southern Dynasties, and became a big surname with the surname C. Among the three women whose families were not included in the Bingding family, two of them were yearning for this handsome young man surnamed Luo.
On the way, they learned that the young man surnamed Xu Mingqi was just a descendant of a concubine with a foreign surname in Gusai Prefecture, and he was unwilling to even make a superficial effort to smile, as if he was afraid that if he said a word to this person, he would be taken as a fool by Mr. Luo The frivolous and superficial woman.
There was still a day to go before the border city of Orange State, and a group of twenty people started camping in the twilight. Xu Fengnian quickly helped a few old Confucian scholars build sheepskin tents. A squire who almost died at the hands of a horse thief occasionally chatted with this well-armed man who was said to be half-scholar and half-merchant descendant. The south-central part of Beimang tends to be rich in water and grass, and there are continuous mountains in Jinxi Prefecture, which is close to the Liyang Dynasty. However, they dare not cross the border too far. Wu's general, not to mention his nose, whether he can return to Gusai Prefecture alive or not is a matter of debate. After roughly setting up the camp, they started to light a bonfire to barbecue meat, while warming wine and making tea. Yesterday, a squire with excellent archery skills shot and killed a lonely wild horse and a few swans. In the light of Confucian scholars, I only tasted a few mouthfuls of half-roasted horse meat. Sitting in front of the campfire, young scholars talked about it, as if exhaling is economical and economical, and inhaling is beautiful mountains and rivers. In the days and years in the Central Plains, for some reason, the topic focused on the military strength of the two dynasties, and then extended to the arm strength of the bow and crossbow. The old man surnamed Luo from the T-family family saw that Xu Fengnian seemed to be fascinated by it, and explained with a smile: "The strength of the bow and crossbow is equal to the strength of the crossbow. The so-called bow strength is to hang a bow upside down by hanging a heavy object until it is full. If the weight is a few kilograms, the bow will weigh a few kilograms. There are also relatively rare steelyard hooks. The latter is more accurate and is generally used in military camps. In the old man, the subordinate who drew the bow and shot down the swan had an arm strength close to two stones. I dare not say it for a hundred steps, but about eighty steps, it is still possible to penetrate the leather armor one or two times. Well, the buffalo horn and elk tendon are also beautiful materials for making bows, but unfortunately the fish glue and silk wrapping are not so good, otherwise the bow he carried could sell at least three hundred taels of silver."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Mr. Luo, in this way, that good bow can draw at least three hundred catties of bow strength?"
The old Confucian scholar surnamed Luo stroked his beard and smiled: "That's right, but the bow strength of three hundred catties, no matter how you say it, can only be pulled out by a brave general in the battle. If he can pull it out, he won't be the old man's follower. Xu Qi, can you guess that this person was a crossbowman in the Northern Liang Army when he was young?"
Xu Fengnian glanced at the taciturn bow wiping man, shook his head and said, "I really can't guess."
Maybe it was because the handsome men and beauties at the bonfire next door heard the word Beiliang Army, and their chatter was soaring, so they sat in a row with the generals of the Beiliang Army. Strength is the first, and it is said that Rentu should have a first-rank realm, otherwise, how could he join the army at the age of ten and get the king's python robe of the king of Beiliang alive? Hiding his strength on the battlefield all the time, it is impossible to be a martial artist of the second and third ranks, and a small master of the second rank. He is indeed very brilliant, but it is inevitable that he will be a little helpless when placed on a general who is almost as powerful as the master of the earthquake. Seeing that Xu Fengnian was silent, the old Confucian scholar asked with a smile, "Xu Qi, what do you think?"
Xu Fengnian wiped the barbecue oil stains from the corner of his mouth, "I think Xu Xiao survived the second grade, that is to say, he was lucky to walk off the battlefield alive. I heard that after becoming a general, the number of Daxue battalion who followed him to charge was all lost. The most in the Beiliang Army."
A young gentleman who admired Xu Rentu more than anything, pretended to throw a branch to the bonfire, but it fell to Xu Fengnian's feet, and sneered: "Small fish and shrimp in the small mud pond, don't talk about it if you don't know it!"
Xu Fengnian nodded with a smile and said a good word.
The old Confucian scholar surnamed Luo hurriedly warmed up the scene with a smile: "Everyone expresses their own opinions. We are thousands of miles away from home right now, and there is no one to say anything."
The young son's daughter obviously respected the elder who came out of the T-shaped family. Several Junyan who originally wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble also swallowed their words together with the barbecue. The Central Plains despises generals like that, and dare not blindly underestimate warriors under the fence of Beimang, but after all, the family has a long history, and many habits are inherited in one continuous line, like the Luo family son who has the reputation of being a scholar and swordsman, but he still has a scholarly reputation and swordsmanship. Finally, especially this one named Xu Qi, who was only from a low-level noble family in Gusai Prefecture. Naturally, he must have been unable to study literature, so he retreated to learn martial arts, so that he can cling to the frontier army to accumulate fame. Son, even dare to talk about state affairs and military affairs.
The handsome young master of the Luo family pointed at a gentle woman with a branch, and said with a smile, "Miss Su, don't you have a younger brother who admires His Highness the Prince of Beiliang the most?"
The woman who was playing with a jade pendant said softly: "The raccoon dogs are all worthless dandies, so they know how to lead evil servants like dogs to bully the people. But the family background of the Northern Liang family is better, and they are all the same. , He wants to stand in front of me, but he won't take a look."
The three women seem to have a harmonious relationship, but they are actually very interesting. The one surnamed Su just wanted to travel thousands of miles, and unintentionally planted willows and willows to make shade, which made Luo Shizi a little moved. Winking, Mr. Luo just laughed a few words and didn't give them any reassurance. The two girls were so annoyed that if someone surnamed Su was present, they would fight against each other. . One of them heard that the surname Su was so hypocritical, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Sister Su is really fake, can she not be fake to His Highness the Prince of Beiliang? Don't really come in front of you, blushing so much that you can't even speak." I can’t tell, sister, I’ve heard that His Royal Highness is very handsome, although he’s a bit flirtatious, when it comes to romantic affairs, he claims to be the second, but no one dares to call himself the number one.”
The woman surnamed Su smiled gracefully and did not refute.
Another woman with an oval face who is more charming than elegant is even more yin and yang, "Sister Su likes to appreciate ancient paintings, among other things, who in the world doesn't know famous paintings that are stamped with the word 'fake' by humor, Are they all authentic works? How many collections of paintings that everyone regards as suspenseful, so the name is justified?"
The woman surnamed Su smiled and said: "This point, the son of Beiliang is indeed indispensable. There is no gold, and Mr. Luo also said that he is not good at Guqin? But there are five fingers on the hand, and there is a long one. The son of Beiliang is talking about it." Your Highness."
The two women were choked by her water-tight statement. They looked at each other, but they couldn't find out what they could handle, so they said nothing angrily.
Xu Fengnian looked at the blazing fire with a light smile.
It feels good to be mean and sarcastic in front of people. If they were in Beiliang, they would not be so lucky.
Xu Fengnian couldn't help but think of Li Yishan who never recognized him as his master, and he also missed the feather duster that hurt him when he was a child. This duster is still on the top floor of Tingchao Pavilion.
Many principles are derived in this way. For some reason, in his ignorant childhood and teenage years, he felt aggrieved by Xu Xiao's slight scolding, and ran to the mausoleum to get angry. Instead, he was beaten by Li Yishan and never held any grudges.
This trip back to Beiliang, no matter what, I have to bring him a few jugs of good wine.