Thinking of the above, the warrior restrained some of his dissatisfaction with Feng Jinyu.
The warrior raised his hand to Feng Jinyu and said, "Thank you for your intervention, which saved me from making a big mistake and harming myself."
The warrior's thanks changed. He pointed at the sour scholar and said, "It's just that this sour scholar's words are too hateful. I'm not good at martial arts, but I still have bones... Today, I can't just let it go..."
As soon as the warrior finished speaking, everyone who had just watched the excitement started to agree.
"We can never let it go like this..."
"What do we think of as warriors..."
"If you say we are worthless, then you know who protects the borders...soldiers are also warriors..."
"If you don't know how to write a few bad poems and a few bad lyrics, why are we warriors so useless..."
"Literati have no qualifications and look down on us warriors..."
With the continuous denunciation, the sour scholar realized belatedly that he had offended the public.
The sour scholar, as well as the scholar sitting at the same table with him who also looked down on the warriors, all shrank in response to the scolding.
The sour scholar who was stupid at reading and completely believed that "everything is of inferior quality, only good at reading" had very sharp eyes, and he saw the white Confucian shirt on Feng Jinyu's body at a glance.
Confucian shirts are not something that everyone can wear—only scholars can wear them.
The sour scholar seemed to have discovered some huge secret. He pointed at Feng Jinyu and said: "You are also a scholar, how can you help those martial artists? My companion has already gone to call the official. Since you have martial arts, hurry up
Help me capture them quickly..."
How could Feng Jinyu be someone who was instigated by a little scholar? His eyes were like swords, and he was so frightened that he vomited back the harsh words that came to his mouth.
Feng Jinyu said coldly: "What kind of martial artist... what kind of sour scholar... We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other..." He heard that the Grand Master was like a tiger before, and later other countries coveted the Suzaku Empire like wolves.
There is a tiger in front and a wolf in the back, but within the Suzaku Empire there are scholars and warriors, fighting back and forth...
Thinking of the difficult predicament of the Suzaku Empire, Feng Jinyu stopped pretending to be gentle.
Feng Jinyu, whose eyes were burning with angry flames, exuded a violent and intimidating aura all over his body.
Seeing this, the sour scholar didn't even blink, and didn't dare to say another word.
"Brother Feng, why are you so angry..." Sitting on Ye Xue's shoulder was a white dumpling eating pastry, and she walked over calmly.
Also coming with Ye Xue were Han Ming and Wei Ya.
As soon as he heard Ye Xue's words, Feng Jinyu immediately restrained his violent aura. When he smiled, he became gentle, handsome, and elegant as the spring breeze, making people admire and like the best young master in the world.
Feng Jinyu smiled and said: "I'm not angry at all... It's just that we are all from the Suzaku Empire, and we should be in the same boat and support each other. Such studies of literature are useless, and arguments of martial arts are useless,
What good does it do to the family and the country..."
Ye Xue smiled and stood three steps away from Feng Jinyu. She said: "Brother Feng, you are indeed a member of the Feng family who cares about the world. Your vision can see much further than ordinary people."
Ye Xue had a smile in her eyes, and cast a sarcastic look at the clamoring warriors and scholars. You can only fight now...or for decades, or for hundreds of years, when the Suzaku Empire is skinned and torn apart by other countries.
After swallowing it, you won’t have to fight anymore...