Chapter 2624: Civilization Is Not as Good as Martial Arts

With a clang, the snake-shaped sword was returned to the scabbard. Du San, who was tall and tall, showed a humble smile on his childish face. He cupped his fists at the young man in brocade clothes opposite him and said, "Second Young Master's swordsmanship is extraordinary. Thanks to Second Young Master for showing mercy." , I barely managed to hold on for a long time, but until now, it was really hard for Du to continue, so he resigned himself to defeat."

Chen Ergong's slightly pale face finally had some color. He smiled slightly and said reservedly, "It's good that you know."

Secretly, I don't know how many people are praising Du Santong for his worldliness and his future may not be limited.

As soon as the two of them finished fighting, someone else entered the room. This time, the battle was about palm power. Whenever the palm power was activated, the river would boil, which was even more spectacular.

"How can the weather here compare to your poems and articles?"

Jiang Yingyue, who was leaning on the railing of the boat, looked at the round-eyed Jia Junpeng with a smile, still wearing a red dress, like a blazing fire.

Jia Junpeng wiped his forehead and said, "It's dangerous, it's too dangerous. If you do this accidentally, you won't be injured immediately. Soldiers are indeed an ominous weapon, and saints are not allowed to use them."

"you!"

Jiang Yingyue stamped her foot and groaned angrily.

This time, young people from the martial arts circle of Guang'an Prefecture gathered together on a boat and went on a night trip to the Nielong River. Jia Junpeng was forcibly dragged here by Jiang Yingyue.

Looking at Jiang Yingyue's retreating figure, Jia Junpeng couldn't help but spit out the face of the river. How could he not know the girl's thoughts? It's just that civil and military paths are different. Even if they come together temporarily, they will drift apart in the future.

By practicing martial arts, you can have extraordinary strength and a long life.

Now both of them are young beauties, but decades later, Jiang Yingyue is still as beautiful as before, and he may be shaking and his teeth will fall out.

How many young scholars are there who do not admire martial arts? Who doesn't have the fantasy of joining the army and fighting bloody battles? But his family background is such that he can only abandon literature and practice martial arts.

He could only throw away the girl's kindness like running water in front of him.

"Ah, who is this? Why don't I recognize him? I wonder if any brother can introduce him to me."

Jia Junpeng was watching the ferocious palm power competition between two young masters not far away, when suddenly, a discordant sound came from behind him.

He turned his head, and his two sword eyebrows were immediately broken, "Zhu San, you have only been away from Furong Town for a long time, and you are already blind."

The young man was sharp, and his words made the purple-clothed young man opposite him fly into a rage. Several people following the purple-clothed young man couldn't help laughing.

Zhu San was very angry, pointed at Jia Junpeng and said angrily, "Okay, very good, you are still as sharp as before. I want to see if your mouth has been trained for all these years. Is it your teeth that are hard or my teeth?" It's a hard slap." After saying that, his big hand hit Jia Junpeng's face and swung it away.

Seeing that the slap was about to land, a black shadow rolled up like a poisonous dragon. Zhu San hurriedly withdrew the palm he waved. The poisonous dragon immediately retreated, but it was a long whip.

"Zhu San, you are really becoming more and more useless as you live. You are not afraid of ridicule if you attack a weak scholar."

But Jiang Yingyue rushed back in time.

Zhu San's face turned red, and he suddenly raised his voice, "But I don't know who is going to be laughed at. You, Jiang Yingyue, are a family of three generations of warriors. There have also been strong condensates in your family. You are thinking about this mortal man. If word gets out, will your Jiang family still have the face?"

Zhu San knew that Jiang Yingyue was beautiful and skilled in martial arts, and was the secret admirer of many young people here. If he stirred up the water like this, there would definitely be trouble.

Sure enough, he just made a commotion here, which immediately alarmed everyone. Even the fight over there stopped, and the crowd rushed this way.

"Yingyue, I saved today's round. Did you really bring this young man with no martial arts foundation?"

A tall and handsome young man stood at the forefront of the crowd like a star holding the moon, looking at Jiang Yingyue majestically.

"Brother Pang Pang, I, I..."

Jiang Yingyue was speechless for a moment.

The young man named Pang's eyes turned cold, "From today on, Jiang..."

"Why are you so excited!"

Before the young man surnamed Pang finished speaking, Jia Junpeng intercepted his words, walked in twos and twos and stood a few feet away in front of him, and said loudly, "I really don't know where you got the confidence. You think so highly of yourself, you know how to punch and kick, really. Do you think you have become a saint immediately? You don’t know. The true meaning is found in the book, but it is not something you can know.”

The young man is not a arrogant person, but he knows that if he is not arrogant and draws attention away, he will really cause big trouble for Jiang Yingyue.

When he started talking like this, the crowd laughed at him, and the effect was astonishing.

For a time, the deck was full of curses.

The young man surnamed Pang ignored Jiang Yingyue, waved his hand to stop the noise, stared at the young man, and said word by word, "If you hadn't come from Furong Town, you would be dead."

The young man said, "It seems that your Majesty also thinks that literature is not as good as martial arts?"

The young man surnamed Pang looked up to the sky and laughed, "I think you are too busy studying and have no idea what the world is like today. Young man, I advise you to open your eyes and see the world."

Jia Junpeng said, "Today's world is naturally a world where warriors rule the roost, but not all warriors can rule the roost. Let's not talk about others, let's just talk about how many of the kings can reach the top of their bodies? As far as I know, Among a hundred warriors, I’m afraid there won’t be even one Qi Sea powerhouse. I don’t know how such a warrior is qualified to rule the roost.”

"On the contrary, among the literati, there are only a few who are heroes and ministers and hold high positions. From a local perspective, I don't know that literature is not as good as martial arts. I'm sorry, I think everyone belongs to this category."

The young man surnamed Pang sneered, "You are a sharp-tongued person, but you are just a tongue-twister. What can you do with your help?"

Jia Junpeng clasped his fists at Tianyi, "As far as I know, the Immortal Saint was just a young man by the Nielong River. He was famous for his poetry and prospered. Have you forgotten? Before the Immortal Saint, he was also a poet. Holy man, the article must be wonderful, feel the will of God, obey the people's heart, the phoenix will rise like the dragon, and the clouds will glow with rosy colors."

When it comes to talking, Jia Junpeng rarely has an opponent. For a while, he tried his best to change concepts, change the topic, use generalizations and other means to render the young man named Pang speechless, which made Jiang Yingyue look pretty. Red, heart like a deer.

"Brother Pang, this guy is always quarreling and rarely loses. I think it's better to drive him off the boat and let him swim back."

Zhu San remonstrated that he knew Jia Junpeng too well and knew that if this guy continued to interfere, the situation would definitely collapse.

"Brother Zhu means, are Brother Pang and I quarreling? Am I bored, or is Brother Pang bored?"

Jia Junpeng said with a smile.

With a swipe, the face of the young man surnamed Pang darkened. Zhu San was sweating profusely, cursing secretly, why is this bastard becoming more and more sinister, and deeply regretted that he wanted to provoke this troublemaker for no reason.