The situation was so chaotic that it went out of control all of a sudden.
Between the weirs, under the shade of the trees, and between the boats in the distance, due to the previous chaos, reprimands, and Lou Shuheng's loud accusations, people had already rushed over curiously. Under the tree over there, a few girls who were playing the zither and whispering to each other were also startled when Lou Shuheng fell into the water. They stopped their music and mixed in with the crowd to look over. After that, Lou Shuheng's group of friends had already squeezed through the crowd. Not long after, someone was suddenly knocked to the ground, followed by another person who was violently thrown into the water.
The shouting did not stop. A third person rushed up and was immediately smashed to the ground, followed by a fourth person. Perhaps only then did the crowd realize that the development of the situation was somewhat different from what they had expected.
Hangzhou was a large place, and it was the leading administrative city in the southeast region. This time, those who came from Little Yingzhou were also people of high status. Lou Shuheng's Lou family was already one of the top families in Hangzhou. The young people who came to make friends with him were usually people of high status. Even if they were not from an aristocratic family or a rich family, in this literary world, as long as someone was really talented in poetry and was not too dull and ignorant of the ways of the world, they would usually be able to make friends with people of high status and become high-spirited.
Of course, there was a saying that a weak scholar did not have the strength to truss a chicken. However, young people were full of vigor and thought highly of themselves. In a place like Hangzhou where elites gathered, it was not uncommon for them to bump into each other. For example, the few famous prostitutes who were invited this time understood this even more clearly. In the brothel, there were arguments of jealousy. When it came to situations where people wanted to fight, when they could not restrain themselves, they would either compare their family backgrounds and back off, or they would start fighting.
A group fight between scholars was basically not very lethal. Usually, they would beat each other until their clothes were disheveled, they would pant, and they would have a little nosebleed. However, if many people ganged up on one person, it was hard to say what would happen to a lone person. At this moment, under the tree, there was a frail scholar who looked to be in his early twenties. Beside him was a delicate young girl dressed like a servant girl. Lou Shuheng's shout had further determined the direction of the situation. A son-in-law who had seduced a servant girl would not dare to retaliate even if he was ganged up on.
However, as the old man spoke, everyone rushed forward. The first person was directly knocked down, the second person was swung into the pool, and the third person's shoulder was ruthlessly smashed to the ground by an elbow. The young scholar who was protecting the young girl only slightly let go of the young girl, still shielding her behind him. He did not show the slightest sign of weakness. Frowning, he grabbed the fourth person's fist and twisted it. Following that person's miserable cry, he pushed him away. Everyone was suddenly struck dumb by this head-on blow, and for a moment, they also felt a little timid.
Of course, even if they suddenly realized that Ning Yi was not to be trifled with, with so many people present, these close friends of Lou Shuheng could not retreat just like that. The old man who had spoken earlier also stared with wide eyes. He was also a somewhat famous old scholar in Hangzhou. Naturally, his reputation could not compare to that of the Lou Family or the Qian Family. However, when he saw that the person who fell into the water was the second young master of the Lou Family and that the other person was a complete stranger, he decisively stood out. At this moment, his hair and beard were standing on end, and he waved his hand in the air a few times. "Boy, boy, how dare you. You've done something wrong and yet you still dare to wantonly commit murder. Why don't you obediently surrender!"
The person who responded to him was a person who had rushed forward, but he was pushed back by Ning Yi. He fell into the crowd with a bang. "Get back!" Xiaochan was protected at the back and the space was not wide. Ning Yi had already taken a step forward with this push and shouted in a low voice.
"Catch him!"
Lou Shuheng shouted from the water. Ning Yi had attacked in rage just now. Although he had held back and not used his full strength, half of his face was already swollen. At this moment, blood flowed from his mouth and his face was distorted. Following this shout, a few more people rushed forward together. "Beat him up!" No matter how fierce Ning Yi's performance was, there was a sea of people at the moment. Moreover, in the Hangzhou region, to be able to make a move for the second young master of the Lou Family, regardless of whether he could win or not, there would always be people who would rush over like a flock of ducks. These people were slightly hesitant just now, but they also understood this in an instant. The first person was directly knocked down by Ning Yi. The person next to him threw a punch, but Ning Yi casually blocked it. Then, he punched the face of the ferocious third person who had rushed over, causing that person to have a nosebleed.
After knocking down one person, he slapped the person next to him into the water. Another person had already rushed over. While he was dodging, someone ruthlessly swept his leg. He also swept his leg back, kicking that person into the air. Before he could steady himself, a short scholar shouted, "Ah!" and rushed over. He fiercely hugged Ning Yi's waist, using his strength to push Ning Yi back. Ning Yi took half a step back and smashed his elbow into the scholar's back.
The scholar's grip had already loosened, but he did not fall to the ground. He refused to let go. Ning Yi grabbed his shoulders and swung. Following a low shout, the scholar fell into the West Lake along with another person who had rushed over from the side. At the moment when Ning Yi turned around, someone rushed over from the other side and kicked fiercely at Ning Yi's back. Ning Yi did not move, but that person seemed to have kicked a wall and fell to the ground in the air.
Xiaochan cried, "Ah!" and rushed over. She appeared to be young, and at this time, she was panicked and afraid. With a sobbing tone, she waved her small fists at the head of the sneak attacker who had fallen to the ground. In fact, she was also afraid of being hit. She squinted her eyes and waved her fists randomly, but she did not hit even once. The person who had fallen to the ground was also stunned for a moment. He waved his hands randomly and hit Xiaochan's hand, pushing Xiaochan back. There was not much space behind her, so Xiaochan hugged the tree trunk to prevent herself from falling into the water.
At this time, she was crying and rushing over again. Ning Yi grabbed the wrist of a person who had rushed over, turned around and shouted, "Xiaochan, hide!" Xiaochan also knew that she was a burden. At this time, she stood by the water and wiped her tears, crying loudly, "What are you doing, what are you doing! Bullying people! Bullying people … "
The person who had fallen to the ground wanted to get up, but Ning Yi took a step back and stepped on the back of the person's hand. Although he was wearing cloth shoes, the person had already screamed, and the other hand was desperately slapping Ning Yi's heel. Ning Yi waved his fists to block, and his chest took two punches, but his feet did not move at all. The person's screams became a continuous accompaniment to the fight.
The scene was chaotic and intense. The people who participated in the fight might have different feelings, but the surrounding crowd was already dumbfounded. Some were shocked, some were amazed, and some were in awe. Especially the woman who was hugging the musical instrument under the tree. She watched in a daze, and her breathing quickened.
In this era, everyone had seen boorish men who relied on martial arts to make a living in the Jianghu. But Ning Yi did not look like a martial artist at all. He stood there and attacked. He was in his early twenties, dressed in a green robe, and did not have much of a routine or posture. His attacks were fast and straightforward. The crowd rushed up in twos and threes, but they were either knocked over or forced to retreat. Even though everyone looked similar in age and figure, the group in front of him was like a group of children in front of him. Occasionally, even if they hit him, they only messed up his robe. He protected the crying girl behind him, and actually did not take a step back from the beginning to the end.
At this time, there were already more than ten injured people. Some were bleeding from the mouth and nose, and some were hit on the body. Some were holding their arms, and some were groaning on the side with their necks crooked. The commotion spread, and from afar, there were people gathering. During this time, there were people who knew each other and wanted to rush over to help.
The young people who wanted to participate in the gang fight were either muddle-headed, and it was difficult for them to distinguish too much. But there were many people in the crowd who were relatively clear-headed. During this time, there were merchants and Confucians who had been tested by the world for a long time, and they could already see some things. Even some of the brothel girls on the other side of the pond could see that this man who was accused of adultery had a calm temperament. In the face of such a situation, the kind of imposing manner that he displayed was not something that a frivolous scholar who indulged in women and deceived their feelings could compare to. It was no different from a fantasy that a person with such an imposing manner would marry into the family.
Because of Lou Shuheng's identity, naturally, no one would stand out to say these things. But all kinds of discussions had already begun in the crowd. From the beginning, people asked "what happened" or reprimanded "this adulterer and adulterer" to "who is this person?" Among the crowd, there were merchants who could remember Ning Yi, and said that he was his son-in-law. Then, someone said, "It's impossible. Maybe I've remembered wrongly …" The other party nodded in deep thought. Under the tree on the opposite side, the brothel girls hugged their zithers and whispered to each other, but their eyes did not leave the battle for a moment.
If it was a group of Jianghu people fighting each other, no matter how intense the fight was, they would probably think that they were boorish and stupid people. But the scene before them was indeed too different.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten people were injured, and the fight did not last long. It seemed that the group of scholars were still advancing, and there were already officers and soldiers who wanted to maintain order in the crowd pushing their way over. The first person who rushed over was only one person. He did not dare to offend the crowd, so he came over very slowly. He had just squeezed out of the crowd when a tall scholar who was looking around suddenly shouted, "Motherf * cker …" He pulled out the single saber that the officer carried and rushed over.
"Be careful …"
"Don't be reckless!"
"Ah …"
Shouts were heard everywhere. That person rushed over from the side. When Ning Yi saw the saber light, he also frowned. He was a person who had self-control. He had been holding back since the start of the fight. Otherwise, with the instantaneous explosive force that Lu Hongti left behind, coupled with his understanding of the human body's weaknesses, it would not be a problem to kill a few of these scholars with a few punches and kicks. At this moment, he took a step forward and directly walked towards the person holding the saber!
The two figures collided in an instant.
The scholar was also a hedonistic son of a rich family. In an instant, his blood and Qi surged and he pulled out his saber, but he had never really killed anyone before. As Ning Yi rushed over, he was also stunned. Although he had swung his saber, it was no longer lethal to Ning Yi. He suddenly closed in, and with his bare hands, the person's arm was suddenly cut behind his back, and he screamed in pain. In the eyes of the crowd, the two figures only touched each other for a moment. The next moment, with a scream, the tall scholar was pushed off his feet and staggered back. Then, with a bang, his front body crashed into the trunk of a big tree by the lake. For a moment, the trunk trembled, and the leaves rustled and fell.
Someone rushed over from behind. Ning Yi backhanded the person in front of him and slapped him away. However, two people behind him suddenly tried to restrain him. At this time, Ning Yi's left hand was still clipping the right arm of the tall scholar that was holding the saber behind his back, and he pressed him against the trunk. The two people suddenly closed in, and one of them clamped his right hand, and when the other person approached, there was a bang.
With a violent headbutt, the person covered his nose and staggered back. Ning Yi turned his right hand and grasped the pulse of the other person's arm. He swung the person twice on the spot, and then he grabbed the person's earlobe, causing the person to bend sideways. Blood flowed out, and he kept screaming, but he did not dare to move.
"You guys have had enough — again!?"
Ning Yi's gaze swept over the group of scholars who seemed eager to try, and he shouted. At this time, he pressed the tall scholar against the trunk with his left hand, and at the same time, he controlled the saber. His other hand grabbed the ear of the other scholar, and he had already torn a hole. The scholar bent over, but he only screamed, and did not dare to struggle. After this shout, the people on the weir looked at him and gradually quieted down. No one dared to rush again. Ning Yi's power was not the most important thing, but the saber. If he continued, it would really get out of hand.
Behind him was the figure of Xiaochan, who was crying and wiping her tears. Many people on the weir looked in this direction. The girls on the other side of the lake opened their mouths slightly, and they held their hands, but no one knew what they were saying. Su Tan'er had actually dared to come over, but she could not enter the crowd. At this time, she was also watching from the side, not knowing how the situation would develop.
At this time, in the crowd, Lou Shuwan, who had arrived earlier, also covered her mouth with her hands, and looked at this scene in shock. She had thought that Ning Yi was good at martial arts, and that he only watched outside the dojo every day, was just child's play. In these years, she had seen so-called martial arts scholars, but they were all child's play. She had never thought that when he really fought, such a scene would appear in front of her …
*****
When I woke up in the morning, I found that there were clowns in the book review and comments section, saying that the son-in-law had bought votes in the past. I had always been calm about other accusations, but this kind of thing made me angry. To me, this should be the most disgusting kind of accusation, because I never do something as boring as buying votes.
I haven't asked for any tickets for a few months now. It seems that some people think that this book is a flop, or maybe it was a flop to begin with, so I came out to flaunt it. There are some statistics that I didn't want to say, but there's no harm in saying them. This book of son-in-law has a high subscription of 28,000, and the average subscription is close to 16,000. When it was first published, it was 8000 for 24 hours. The highest was 11,000, and now it's 6000. Regardless of whether it was difficult or smooth, he was grateful for everyone's support. I have never liked to compare myself with others. It is meaningless to me to compare myself with so-and-so in terms of achievement. The only thing that matters is that I never feel that my writing is good enough. No matter who tries to persuade me, I never feel that my writing is good enough. Even if I know it myself, or even if I want money, I cannot overcome it. It is my inner demon, my delusion, and I have never been able to overcome it. But if someone wanted to talk about results, he hoped that no more clowns like that would appear after the data was released.
In addition, I feel that I have been in a good mood recently, and my inspiration has been connected. I would like to ask for some monthly votes. Since I said that I want to buy votes, I would like to ask everyone to vote for me. Haha, thank you …
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