Chapter 34: Literary Battle
Dai Yougong said happily: "The title of Wuzhong Poet is well known to me."
"I've heard that Xu Wenqing of Wuzhong is a carefree person who doesn't care about small matters. He is also a talented writer. You have eight out of ten talented people in Wuzhong. You also like to recite poems when you're drunk. After three cups of wine, you can write a brilliant poem."
"It seems that today I will benefit from Brother Dongyang's help and be able to feast my eyes."
"I am a student of limited talent and learning, and I do not deserve the praise from Mr. Yougong."
Xu Wenqing bowed quickly, but his expression was not nervous or modest. With a hint of pride, he bowed to Li Dongyang and said:
"However, today Mr. Dongyang is leaving Wu, and I am really excited. I have already written a poem to express my parting feelings, and at the same time, I also wish Mr. Dongyang well..."
At this moment, a very piercing laugh came from the side:
"Hehe, I was wondering why this wine gets more sour the more I drink it, and it also has a foul smell. It turns out that a bunch of pedants are emitting sour odor here. It's really disgusting."
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Zhou would definitely stop Yan Xiaowu from getting into trouble.
But he had just drunk a lot of wine and was a little lazy and didn't want to move.
He also heard what these scholars had just said, which made him somewhat dissatisfied.
He just let Yan Xiaowu do whatever he wanted and watched the show happily with a silly smile like a drunkard.
All the Bailu students were immediately furious.
"Who dares to speak so arrogantly?"
Several Bailu students slammed their tables and stood up, looking in the direction of the voice. When they saw Jiang Zhou and Yan Xiaowu, they couldn't help but show disdain on their faces.
One person shouted angrily, "So they are two policemen who are cruel servants and lackeys. They dare to speak nonsense in front of the saint's disciples and great scholars!"
"You know, if we submit a petition to the governor's mansion, we can skin you alive!"
The man's insults were so harsh that Jiang Zhou, who had originally felt embarrassed, frowned.
"Hurrah!"
Yan Xiaowu jumped up and slammed the table without showing any weakness:
"Grandpa, I am tired of this job. If you have the ability to help me get rid of it, I will pour you tea and wine and kowtow to admit my mistakes!"
"I'm afraid you're like a little cow that doesn't wipe its butt after shitting!"
This made the other party stunned: "What do you mean?"
Yan Xiaowu squinted his mouth and squinted his eyes: "Stinking bullshit!"
The man's face instantly turned red, and his lips trembled: "How ridiculous! How ridiculous! How disgraceful! How disgraceful!"
When have these scholars ever heard such vulgar words?
Not to mention the scholar, Jiang Zhou almost spit out a mouthful of wine, choking and his face turned red.
He has been hanging out with Yan Xiaowu for some time, but this is the first time he knows that this kid has such talent.
A scholar standing beside him, who was wearing rather gorgeous clothes and exuding an aristocratic air, said coldly, "Brother Yao, there is no If we argue with them, we will lose our status for nothing."
"Identity? What identity?"
Yan Xiaowu sneered, simply pulled out a stool, stepped on it, put his hands on his hips, and looked like he was ready to engage in a debate with the scholars.
The little mouth was already eloquent: "You keep talking about family, country and the world, what else can you do except spit out some sour words and complain here?"
"Have you earned any of the food and drink you eat? Do you know where the things you wear come from?"
"He knows nothing, he doesn't work hard, he doesn't know the difference between grains, he just spits out acid."
"If Yan Yushan knew that all his disciples and grandchildren were like you, he would be so angry that he would crawl out of the ground and beat you unfilial descendants to death!"
"Is this the identity of you pretentious creatures?"
"you you you you……"
"Your grandpa is here, grandson, stop calling me grandpa. Calling me grandpa won't save your brain that was made by squeezing out shit and piss."
Where have these scholars and students ever heard such vicious insults?
I was so angry that my whole body was shaking. I couldn't utter a single sentence for a long time.
Instead, Yan Xiaowu took advantage of him again, and a mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat and he almost spit it out.
Xu Wenqing, who had always disdained to waste words with these vulgar people, had to stand up. He put his hands behind his back and frowned. His voice was calm, but it concealed a sharp edge:
"Brother officer, since you know Yan Zi's name, you must be a well-educated person. Why do you speak so vulgarly?"
"You should know that what distinguishes humans from pigs and dogs is their manners and etiquette. If you keep some manners in your words, you are also leaving some dignity for yourself."
Yan Zi, whose real name was Yan Shiyan, was one of the ancient sages and was listed among the seventy-two wise men of Confucianism.
He is also the only Confucian sage in Wuzhong since ancient times who has reached the realm of the first-class supreme being.
He once lived in Yushan, Wu County, and it was also in Yushan that he attained enlightenment and reached the realm of the supreme being.
Therefore, people also refer to it as Yushan.
That is the root of Nanzhou's literary spirit and is the inviolable sacredness in the hearts of all Nanzhou literati.
The mention of Yan Zi in Yan Xiaowu's mouth was already the most serious humiliation.
Even the two great sages Li Dongyang and Dai Yougong could not help but frown.
"Hey, you sour bastard, you look like a decent person, but it turns out you are the worst one. Why are you indirectly calling your grandfather a beast?"
"Okay, I, your grandpa, will fight you for three hundred rounds to see who can curse more! Come on!"
Yan Xiaowu put his hands on his waist and chest out, looking like "come on, let's go."
Xu Wenqing just smiled and said, "We are scholars, how can we imitate those scoundrels in the market?"
“Shhh!”
Yan Xiaowu made a strange sound: "If you are afraid, then step aside and let someone who can fight come over!"
Yan Xiaowu's current reaction made Jiang Zhou feel a little strange.
From what he knew, although Yan Xiaowu was not very reliable at times, he was not the kind of person who would make trouble out of nothing, nor would he be unforgiving.
Now it looks like he is not going to give up.
But he was drunk now and didn't bother to think too much.
"Although you are an official, you don't look like someone who has never been to school. Since we are all scholars, please stop acting like a street scoundrel."
"If you want to fight, then fight me in a literary way. I will definitely accompany you to the end."
"If you don't dare, I won't make it difficult for you. We are here to see you off. You can leave now. Please don't bother me anymore."
Yan Xiaowu was furious, his eyes widened: "I don't dare? I, your grandpa, have eaten more salt than you have stepped on shit, how could I not dare?"
As he spoke, he moved closer to Jiang Zhou and whispered, "Hey, you always brag about your writing skills, you must have read a lot of books, right? You should be able to handle this kind of situation, right? Otherwise, we will both be embarrassed today."
"..." Jiang Zhou looked disgusted.
I just want to stay away from this idiot. Is the salt you eat and the shit others step on the same analogy?
You were so arrogant just now, just to use me as a scapegoat? It's your own fault, what does it have to do with me?
Xu Wenqing had already noticed his movements and couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhou: "Oh? Could it be that this brother is also a well-read person? I didn't expect that the Wujun Sujing Division and the Tixing Division are actually full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with two brothers like you who are both civil and military."
"In that case, it would be fine if you two come together. Wen Qing is just waiting to learn from me, so please feel free to give me some advice."
