Even if you hold a long sword in your hand, what use is it? Swords and blades are nothing in front of a spear.
Thinking of this, the Wudang disciple swallowed hard, while the tourists and martial arts practitioners around him all eagerly watched the battle that was about to take place.
However, the Wudang disciple hesitated to launch an attack, which puzzled everyone present.
Some even urged the Wudang disciple to make a move quickly, and Zhu Yunwen even said with a smile:
"Everyone's been urging us to make a move, so come on, let me see just how good you really are?"
The Wudang disciple swallowed hard, remained silent for a moment, then Zhu Yunwen deliberately stepped forward and said:
"Since you're not going to make the first move, then I will?"
This scene terrified the Wudang disciple. Suddenly, under everyone's watchful eyes, the Wudang disciple knelt on the ground.
This scene shocked everyone present.
Then, even more shockingly, the Wudang disciple actually spoke up:
"Brother, I was wrong, I admit defeat. I shouldn't have provoked you. I'm no match for you. Please, please don't hit me..."
The entire audience was shocked, and everyone looked at this scene with confusion. However, Zhu Yunwen smiled and unconsciously put away the pistol he had taken out.
Then he put his hands behind his back, looked at the Wudang disciple kneeling on the ground, and said:
"Please don't force yourself, I haven't even made a move yet!"
The Wudang disciple said nervously:
"Please, please don't make a move! If you do, I'll be dead. I was ignorant before, I apologize..."
Zhu Yunwen said with a smile:
"I didn't expect you to be so enlightened, it's just that you were too arrogant before..."
The Wudang disciple nodded repeatedly and said:
"Yes...it's all my fault. I spoke a bit loudly before, and I hope you won't take it to heart. Please consider it my ignorance today and don't hold it against me..."
Zhu Yunwen said with a smile:
"Of course I won't argue with you. Since you've wisely admitted defeat, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's leave it at that."
With that, Zhu Yunwen swaggered off the stage, while the crowd remained completely bewildered.
They could only imagine that it was a certain posture of Zhu Yunwen that made this highly skilled Wudang disciple realize that Zhu Yunwen was also a very powerful martial arts master.
This was quite plausible to them, after all, Zhao Qingzhu, who looked beautiful and didn't seem to be a martial artist, was able to defeat the Wudang disciple with a single blow.
It is not surprising that his man, Zhu Yunwen, possesses even greater abilities.
Once they thought about it that way, everyone felt it made sense, and they all smiled, saying that the Wudang disciple was really good at contradicting himself.
He had to provoke that couple, and now he's been beaten until he vomits blood and has to kneel down to apologize. He only has himself to blame and has no one else to blame but himself.
By this time, Zhu Yunwen had already walked down from the stage, and everyone's gaze towards him was different, which made Zhu Yunwen find somewhat amusing. At this moment, Zhao Qingzhu asked in a low voice:
Why did he suddenly back down?
Zhu Yunwen said with a smile:
"Because I was carrying a weapon, he saw it."
Zhao Qingzhu suddenly realized, and then smiled and said:
"People like this should be scared and humiliated like this, otherwise they will never know how to restrain themselves."
Zhu Yunwen did not deny it, smiled and left with Zhao Qingzhu.
As things stand, this so-called martial arts tournament is likely to come to nothing.
After all, the winner should have been that Wudang disciple, but he insisted on courting death and making things turn out this way, so he is no longer the first place winner.
As for whether Zhu Yunwen or Zhao Qingzhu came in first, that's no longer important.
And so everyone dispersed, and then went to the nearby gathering place of literati to watch them compose poems and exchange verses.
This is also a major highlight, no less so than a martial arts tournament, since scholars actually have a higher social status in today's society.
If one yearns for the carefree adventures and chivalrous deeds of the martial world, then the spirited and learned nature of scholars is also incredibly alluring.
Just like now, a few young literary talents composed several poems about the scenery of Hongfeng Mountain, which aroused discussion and applause from the crowd.
The young men who were composing poems attracted a lot of attention. They sat there, holding their teacups, sitting upright and slowly drinking their tea, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
When Zhu Yongtong and Zhao Qingzhu arrived, many people shifted their focus and began discussing Zhu Yuntong and Zhao Qingzhu.
They said that the two of them had just crushed the Wudang disciple who was clearly number one at the martial arts tournament with an absolute advantage.
Upon hearing this, the scholars all showed displeasure on their faces.
After all, this circle is a place for intellectuals, yet some people are discussing the martial arts tournament that just took place.
The key point is that those guys who showed up at the two martial arts tournaments even came here to watch the excitement.
For a moment, they felt that their limelight had been stolen. One of the scholars frowned, then looked at Zhao Qingzhu and Zhu Yunwen, and was also stunned by Zhao Qingzhu's beauty in a short time.
No one can escape the urge to show off in front of beautiful women, and no one can tolerate having someone from another field steal their thunder when they appear in their own field.
So the man who had just finished composing a poem stood up and looked at Zhu Yunwen, saying:
"Young master, I just heard you say that you are a scholar at the martial arts tournament. Would you be so kind as to compose a poem about these red leaves and high mountains, so that we may broaden our horizons?"
Zhu Yunwen, who had been all smiles, was suddenly stunned.
He and Zhao Qingzhu exchanged a glance and gave each other a helpless bitter smile, wondering why they always seemed to get into trouble wherever they went.
Zhao Qingzhu leaned closer to Zhu Yunwen and whispered:
"Is this what they call a femme fatale? I keep causing you trouble!"
Zhu Yunwen was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this!
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