Literati have always looked down on vulgar martial artists, and martial artists have never looked down on sour literati. This contradictory and complicated relationship has existed since ancient times.
Zhao Ji also saw that Murong Fu's body movements were light and elegant, elegant and pure. If he painted it into a painting, it would be another masterpiece, so he wanted to make friends with him. However, when he saw that the other party bowed down for the hundred gold without any hesitation. , I was so disappointed.
I just thought that adding this kind of person into the painting would tarnish his work, so this idea disappeared.
Noticing the change in Zhao Ji's expression, Murong Fu didn't care. If the other party wanted to use money to insult him, and he happened to be short of money, please just smash him to death.
Zhao Ji left the place with some lack of interest, and Li Qingzhao broke away from the crowd, walked to Murong Fu and asked: "Fu Lang, are you okay?"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "What can I do? Well, go and do your business!" ❋✼
When Li Qingzhao saw everyone's eyes turned over, his face turned slightly red and he returned to his close friends.
But even so, many people's eyes still stayed on Murong Fu. After all, his posture when he was rescuing people just now was so cool. Not only those talented women couldn't help but look at him, but also The group of incompetent talents also stared at him.
After all, the other party has been asked to dominate, so how can they still be in the limelight?
Zhao Mingcheng was also among the crowd. At this moment, when he looked at Murong Fu, he could no longer be dissatisfied. Not only did he have outstanding literary talent, but he was also so powerful in martial arts. He was a talented man in both civil and military fields. How could he compare with him?
Seeing that several people seemed to be looking for trouble for him, Murong Fu walked to the deck to look at the scenery without paying attention.
The eldest princess, who had been silent just now, was also chasing after him. When Murong Fu stopped, she stopped too.
"What's up?"
Murong Fu said impatiently.
"Thank you just now... thank you!"
The eldest princess's face was slightly red and her expression was a little coy.
"I have already received the thank you gift, you don't need to say thank you anymore!"
Murong Fu's tone was still so cold, but when it fell into the ears of the eldest princess, the previous aggrieved and sad mood disappeared. He thought to himself, if I am in danger, he will still come to save me. No matter he is born with a good heart, Or whatever, I am always grateful to him.
Thinking of this, a bright and pleasant smile appeared on her face, but it was a pity that Murong Fu never looked back at her, which made her somewhat disappointed.
Just when the atmosphere was gradually becoming harmonious, several talented men dressed as literati followed out, among them Zhao Mingcheng happened to be there, but he looked embarrassed and did not dare to look at Murong Fu.
A person standing next to him came up with a folding fan and said politely: "Mr. Murong, I'm Lu Defu, this is polite!"
When Murong Fu saw him and Zhao Mingcheng together, he knew that they came all the way and must be up to no good, so he ignored him.
Seeing that Murong Fu ignored him, Lu Defu looked a little ugly and said: "Why do you think Mr. Murong is so contemptuous? Mr. Lu just heard about a poem that Mr. Fu wrote today and came here to ask for advice. Why do you ignore me?"
"What? If you want to talk to me, do I have to ignore you? If you don't reply, will I be rude?"
Murong Fu sneered, looking a little dismissive.
"you……"
Lu Defu was choked by him and was speechless.
At this time, another person who followed the two of them said angrily: "Murong Fu, you are just a martial artist, why should you propose marriage to Miss Li?"
"Yes, you might have been lucky enough to write that poem on the painting. If you are really capable, write another poem. Only then will the talented people in Kyoto be willing to obey you!"
"Good luck? Maybe he copied it. He's just a martial artist. How can he write poetry?"
Listening to the chattering voices of his friends around him, Zhao Mingcheng was also in a trance and began to doubt whether Murong Fu had real talent or learning.
On the contrary, the eldest princess beside Murong Fu had a blushing face and couldn't help but want to defend Murong Fu.
Looking at the people who were talking more and more unpleasantly, the expression on Murong Fu's face did not change much, and even his eyes were terrifyingly calm, which made the voices of Lu Defu and others gradually become quieter.
Looking at the few people who were no longer talking, Murong Fu said quietly: "Are you done? Please do what you say when you're done!"
Not to mention that he looked down on these rotten talented people who only knew how to recite poems correctly. Even if he really wanted to shut these people up, it was just a matter of raising his hand and moving his mouth.
But looking at the few people who looked like clowns, he really had no interest in paying attention to them. After all, people with different opinions did not agree with each other. Sometimes the more you argue, the more opportunities you give the other party to jump in. So why bother?
Seeing that Murong Fu did not take them seriously at all, the so-called scholarly arrogance of Lu Defu and others took the moral high ground at this moment. One of them said angrily: "You despise us so much. If you don't come up with an explanation today, Let’s see on your wedding day to Miss Li, who among the talented people in Kyoto can make your wish come true!”
Hearing this, Murong Fu's face suddenly turned cold, and he instantly appeared in front of the man, his eyes cold and he said: "What did you say?"
The man was immediately startled by his elusive movement. He felt an inexplicable chill on his back, and cold sweat ran down his face. He said in a slightly trembling tone: "I, I, I... I said, if you can't persuade Jing... If you are a talented person in Kyoto, many people will not let you marry Miss Li... from the Li family as you wish."
"What a wonderful person who won't let me get what I want. The so-called literary talents turned out to be such a group of nosy and unreasonable people. Very good. Don't you want me to prove myself? Since you want to humiliate yourself, I How can we deny you your wish?"
Murong Fu was really angry at the ridiculous logic of this group of people. He and Li Qingzhao were in love, so what did he have to do with this group of people?
Just because they can write a few acid words, do they think they are superior to others and can comment on everything?
Looking at this group of Confucian scholars, Murong Fu finally understood that the greatest achievement of Qin Shihuang was not to unify the six countries, not to write books with the same text, and to drive cars with the same track, but to bury those Confucian scholars who only knew how to compete all day long.
Zhao Mingcheng, Lu Defu and others were immediately startled by the aura emanating from Murong Fu, as if even their breathing had stopped, and everyone subconsciously took a few steps back.
Murong Fu glanced at the people with disdain. He pointed his right hands together to form a sword. A sword energy shot out from the fingertips, but it was not directed at Zhao Mingcheng and the others. He only saw his left hand behind his back, his long hair flowing, and his fairy posture. Lin Fan, the sword energy in his right hand kept scratching on the deck.
Since the sword energy was invisible, in the eyes of Zhao Mingcheng and others, Murong Fu gestured at the air randomly like a madman.
Until Murong Fu stopped moving and walked past several people, they also looked puzzled.
