Dai Yougong said happily: "The title of Wuzhong Poet is well known to me."
"I have heard that Xu Wenqing of Wuzhong is unrestrained and carefree, and he is also talented in literature. There are ten talents in Wuzhong, and you have eight of them. You also like to recite poems when drunk. After three cups of wine, you can spit out a beautiful chapter."
"It seems that today I will benefit from Brother Dongyang's help and be able to feast my eyes."
"I am a student with little talent and knowledge, and I dare not accept the praise of Mr. Yougong."
Xu Wenqing hurriedly bowed, but his expression was Without any nervousness or modesty, he saluted Li Dongyang with a bit of pride and said:
"But 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..."
Just then, a very harsh laugh came from the side:
"Hehe, why is this wine getting more and more sour and smelly? It turns out that a group of pedants are sour here, which is really disgusting."
If it were normal, Jiang Zhou would definitely stop Yan Xiaowu from causing trouble.
But he just drank a lot of wine and was a little lazy and didn't want to move.
And he also heard what these scholars said just now, which made him a little dissatisfied.
So he let Yan Xiaowu make trouble, and just watched the show happily with a drunken silly smile.
A group of Bailu students were immediately furious.
"Who dares to speak nonsense!"
Several Bailu students slammed the table and stood up, looking for the sound, and saw Jiang Zhou and Yan Xiaowu, and couldn't help showing disdain.
One person shouted angrily, "So you are two policemen who are cruel servants and lackeys. You dare to speak nonsense in front of the saint's disciples and great scholars!"
"You know that we can peel off your dog skins by submitting a petition to the prefectural government!"
The man's abuse was very harsh, and Jiang Zhou, who was originally embarrassed, frowned.
"Great!"
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 tea and wine for you and kowtow to admit my mistakes!"
"I am afraid that you are a little cow that doesn't wipe its ass 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 turned red in an instant, and his lips trembled: "How unreasonable, how unreasonable! It's insulting to the culture, it's insulting to the people!"
How could these scholars have heard such vulgar words?
Not to mention the scholar, Jiang Zhou almost spit out a mouthful of wine, and his face turned red from choking.
It has been a while since he has been hanging out with Yan Xiaowu, and it is the first time he knows that this kid has such talent.
A scholar with gorgeous clothes and noble airs said coldly: "Brother Yao, there is no need to do this. These clerks are vulgar and dirty. If we argue with them, we will lose our status."
"Status? What status?"
Yan Xiaowu sneered, pulled out a stool, stepped on it, put his hands on his waist, and looked like he was going to debate with the scholars.
A small mouth is 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?"
"What you eat and drink in your mouth, do you get it by yourself? Do you know where the clothes you wear come from?"
"You don't know anything, you don't work hard, you don't know the difference between grains, you just know how to spit out sour urine."
"If Yan Yushan knew that his disciples and grandchildren were all 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 self-important things?"
"You you you you..."
"Your grandfather is here, grandson, don't call me, calling me grandfather won't save your brain that was squeezed out of shit and urine."
Where have these scholars ever heard such vicious insults?
Is he so angry that his whole body is shaking, shaking for a long time, and can't say a word.
Yan Xiaowu took advantage of him again, and another mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, almost spitting out.
Xu Wenqing, who had always disdained to waste words with these vulgar people, had to stand up, frowning with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently, but with a sharp edge hidden:
"This official brother, since you know the name of Yan Zi, you must be a well-educated person, why do you speak so vulgarly?"
"You must know that the difference between people and pigs and dogs lies in their clothes, manners and etiquette. Keeping three points of virtue in your mouth is also to save some dignity for yourself."
Yan Zi, whose name is Yan Shiyan, is one of the ancient saints and is listed among the 72 sages of Confucianism.
He is also the only Confucian sage who can break through the realm of the first-class sage in Wuzhong since ancient times.
He once lived in Yushan, Wujun, and it was also in Yushan that he realized the truth and reached the realm of sage.
So people also call him Yan Yushan.
That is the root of the literary spirit of Nanzhou, and it is the inviolable sacredness in the hearts of all Nanzhou literati.
Yan Xiaowu's words "Yan Zi" were 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 you are the worst one, calling your grandfather a beast in a roundabout way?"
"Okay, your grandfather will fight you for three hundred rounds first, let's see who can scold more! Come on!"
Yan Xiaowu put his hands on his waist and chest out, looking like you're coming.
Xu Wenqing just smiled slightly: "We are scholars, how can we imitate the rogues in the market?"
"Shh~"
Yan Xiaowu made a strange sound: "If you are afraid, step down, let's replace him with someone who can fight!"
Yan Xiaowu's reaction now made Jiang Zhou feel a little strange.
According to his understanding, although Yan Xiaowu is sometimes unreliable, he is not the kind of person who makes trouble out of nothing, and he will not be unreasonable.
Now he looks like he is not going to give up.
However, he was drunk now and didn't want to think too much.
"Although you are an official, you don't look like an uneducated person. Since we are all scholars, don't act like a street rogue."
"If you want to fight, fight in the way of a scholar. I will 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. Don't bother me anymore."
Yan Xiaowu was angry, his eyes widened: "I don't dare? Your grandpa has eaten more salt than you have stepped on shit. How can grandpa not dare?"
As he said that, he approached 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 small scene, right? Otherwise, we will both be embarrassed today."
"..." Jiang Zhou looked disgusted.
Just want to stay away from this idiot. Is the salt you eat an analogy with the shit others step on?
You were so arrogant just now, just to take the blame on me? You are the one who should be embarrassed, what does it have to do with me?
Xu Wenqing had noticed his actions and looked at Jiang Zhou: "Oh? Could it be that this brother is also a well-read person? I didn't expect that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Wujun Sujing Division and the Tixing Division, and there are two brothers like you who are both civil and military, "
"In this case, it's okay for the two of you to come together. Wenqing is just going to learn from you, please give me some advice."