The literati have always looked down on the vulgar martial arts, and the martial artists have never looked down on the sour literati, and this contradictory and complex relationship has existed since ancient times.

Zhao Ji also saw that Murong Fu's body was light and elegant, elegant and clear, if it was made into the painting, it would be another masterpiece, so he had the heart to make friends with him, but after seeing that the other party bent over the hundred gold without hesitation, he was not disappointed.

Just to include this kind of person in the painting, it will tarnish his work, and this idea will also dissipate.

Sensing the change in Zhao Ji's expression, Murong Fu didn't care, if the other party wanted to insult himself with money, it happened that he was short of money, so please kill himself directly.

Zhao Ji left here with some interest, while Li Qingzhao broke free from the crowd, walked to Murong Fu's side and asked, "Fulang, are you okay?" ”

Murong Fu smiled: "What can I do?" Okay, you go get busy with yours! ” ❋✼

Li Qingzhao saw that everyone's eyes were over, his face was slightly red, and he returned to those girlfriends who had a good personal relationship.

But even so, there were still many people's eyes on Murong Fu's body, after all, his posture when he saved people was too chic, not only the eyes of those female talents couldn't help but revolve on him, but even the group of talented people who were powerless were staring at him to death.

After all, they all called each other to dominate, how could they still be in the limelight?

Zhao Mingcheng was also in the crowd, and at this moment he looked at Murong Fu with no disbelief in his eyes, the other party was not only outstanding in literature, but also in martial arts, both civil and military, what did he compare with the other party?

Seeing that a few people seemed to be looking for trouble, Murong Fu walked to the deck to watch the scenery without paying attention.

I saw that the eldest princess, who had been silent just now, also chased after her, and when she saw Murong Fu stop, she stopped.

"Is there something wrong?"

Murong Fu said impatiently.

"Thank you just now...... Thank you! ”

The eldest princess's face was slightly red, and her expression was a little cowardly.

"I've already accepted the thank you gift, and you don't have to thank you again!"

Murong Fu's tone was still so cold, but when it fell into the ears of the eldest princess at this moment, he lost his previous grievances and sadness, thinking, if I encounter danger, he will still come to save me, whether he was born with a good heart or what, I am always grateful to him.

Thinking of this, a bright and lovely smile also appeared on her face, but it was a pity that Murong Fu never looked back at her, which made her a little lost.

Just when the atmosphere was gradually harmonious, several talented people dressed as literati followed, among which there happened to be Zhao Mingcheng, but his expression was embarrassed and he didn't dare to look at Murong Fu.

The person standing next to him walked up with a folding fan in his hand and said politely: "Murong Gongzi, in Xia Lu Defu, this is polite!" ”

When Murong Fu saw that he and Zhao Mingcheng were together, he knew that the two of them had come all the way, and there must be nothing good, so he ignored it.

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't care about himself, Lu Defu's face was a little ugly and said, "Why does Murong Gongzi look down on people so much? Lu just heard about a poem by Childe today, and came to ask for advice, why did Childe ignore it? ”

"What? If you want to talk to me, do I have to ignore you? If I don't reply, I'll be rude? ”

Murong Fu sneered, looking a little disdainful.

"You ......"

Lu Defu was choked by him and was speechless for a while.

At this time, another person who came with the two of them said angrily: "Murong Fu, you are just a martial artist, why should you propose to Miss Li?" ”

"Yes, maybe you were lucky enough to make that inscription poem, if you really have the ability, you can make another poem, so that the geniuses of Kyoto will be willing to obey you!"

"Good luck? Maybe it's still copied, it's just a martial artist, how can he write poetry? ”

Listening to the gossip of his friends, Zhao Mingcheng was also in a trance, and began to wonder if Murong Fu had real talent and learning.

On the contrary, it was the eldest princess beside Murong Fu, whose little face was red, and she couldn't help but want to defend Murong Fu.

Looking at the few people who became more and more ugly the more they spoke, Murong Fu's face did not change much, and even his eyes were terrifyingly calm, which made the voices of Lu Defu and the others gradually become smaller.

Looking at the few people who no longer spoke, Murong Fu said lightly: "Are you finished?" When you're done, let's do it! ”

Not to mention that he looked down on these sour and rotten talents who only knew how to recite poetry, even if he really wanted to shut up these people, it was just a matter of raising his hand and moving his mouth.

But looking at a few people who are like clowns, he really has no interest in paying attention, after all, the Tao is not the same, sometimes the more you argue, the more you will give the other party a chance to jump, why bother?

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't take them in his eyes at all, the so-called literati arrogance of Lu Defu and the others instantly occupied the moral high ground at this moment, and one of them was furious and said: "You despise us so much, if you don't come up with an explanation today, and look at the wedding day between you and Miss Li, who can make you get your wish!" ”

Hearing this, Murong Fu's face suddenly turned cold, and he instantly appeared in front of that person, and said with a cold gaze: "What did you say?" ”

The man was suddenly taken aback by his elusive figure, and inexplicably felt a chill on his back, cold sweat was dripping on his face, and his tone trembled slightly: "I, me, me...... I said, if you can't convince Jing...... If you are a genius in Kyoto, many people will not let you marry Li as you wish...... Miss Li Family. ”

"A good one won't let me get my wish, the so-called literati, it turned out to be such a group of nosy, unreasonable people, very good, don't you want me to prove myself? If you want to bring shame upon yourselves, how can I not let you do it? ”

Murong Fu was really angry and laughed at the ghost logic of this group of people, he and Li Qingzhao fell in love with each other, what does it have to do with this group of people?

Just because they can write a few sour words, they think they are superior, and they can judge everything?

Looking at this group of Confucian scholars, Murong Fu finally understood that Qin Shi Huang's greatest achievement was not to unify the six countries, not to have the same book and the same track, but to bury the group of Confucian scholars who could only be blind all day long.

Zhao Mingcheng, Lu Defu and the others were immediately startled by the momentum emanating from Murong Fu's body, as if they had even stopped breathing, and everyone subconsciously took a few steps back.

Murong Fu's contemptuous gaze swept over several people, his right hand pointed into a sword, and a sword qi shot out from his fingertips, but it was not slashed at Zhao Mingcheng and the others, only to see his left hand behind him, his long hair fluttering, immortal posture, and the sword qi in his right hand kept slashing across the deck.

Due to the formlessness of the sword qi, in the eyes of Zhao Mingcheng and the others, Murong Fu gestured at the air casually as if he was crazy.

Until Murong Fu stopped his movements and walked past several people, they also looked puzzled.