Chapter 24

"Ha ha, did you bring Xu Wuzhou's head?

"Help me pickle it; I still need his head for something important."

Xie Guangping looked at the servant who had rushed in and said with a smile.

"Master, no..."

"Not?"

Xie Guangping frowned, "They didn't lose control and chop Xu Wuzhou to pieces, did they? Didn't I tell them to leave the head intact?"

"Not, the outer courtyard..." "What about the outer courtyard?

"Did they take Xu Wuzhou's head to the outer courtyard?

"Damn it, who gave them permission to act on their own?"

Xie Guangping shouted angrily.

The servant, interrupted repeatedly, seized the opportunity and blurted out, "I saw Xu Wuzhou in the outer courtyard; he's not dead."

"What?"

Xie Guangping suddenly stood up, grabbed the servant by the collar, and shouted, "Speak clearly."

"Xu Wuzhou came to the literary gathering; he's in the outer courtyard now."

The servant, feeling uncomfortable, added, "He doesn't seem to have any abnormalities."

Xie Guangping's face turned dark, and he pushed the servant away. The servant fell to the ground but didn't dare to get up.

Li Qingfei frowned, "Three Seventh-Stage先天 experts couldn't kill him? How is that possible?"

Those three should have been able to capture him easily.

Mao Yongliang said, "Maybe they didn't catch him. He must be blessed by the gods to escape this time."

This comment made Xie Guangping's eyes suddenly full of killing intent, staring at Mao Yongliang.

Mao Yongliang was startled, suddenly remembering something. Xie Guangping had said, "If he still doesn't die this time, it must be the gods' blessing. I could even call him father."

And he had brought up this topic, which was mocking Xie Guangping.

Mao Yongliang quickly explained, "Xie, I didn't mean for you to call him father."

Hearing Mao Yongliang's words, Xie Guangping's anger intensified, and he overturned the table, throwing it at Mao Yongliang, "Are you short of a father?

"Then go and call him father."

"Xie, calm down. Let's go to the outer courtyard and see what's going on with Xu Wuzhou."

Li Qingfei held back Mao Yongliang, fearing they would fight.

...

Xu Wuzhou's arrival immediately attracted many people's attention.

Rumors about Xu Wuzhou becoming a strong man had been circulating for days.

There were those who were jealous, envious, shocked, and unwilling to believe it.

Of course, given Xu Wuzhou's reputation, more people were sarcastic and mocking.

Wang Zhixue was a typical example. He and Xu Wuzhou were both notorious in Lin'an City, but with Xu Wuzhou's reputation, his own bad name was nothing in comparison.

However, with the competition,

Xu Wuzhou's sudden rise as a genius made him a target of ridicule, and more people compared him to Xu Wuzhou, leading to more insults than he had received in a year.

So when he saw Xu Wuzhou, he couldn't help but mock him, "Ha ha, our genius has come to the literary gathering. Do you think you can surprise everyone and enter the Dao again?"

"Ha ha ha!"

Wang Zhixue's mockery made everyone laugh.

Who didn't know that Xu Wuzhou was uneducated and always claimed he would enter the Dao through literature at every literary gathering?

"Surprising you all would be beneath me."

Xu Wuzhou had no interest in纠缠 with these people.

"Xu Wuzhou, do you have the nerve to call others trash?

"Who is the trash in Lin'an City, don't you know?"

This comment enraged many, who shouted at Xu Wuzhou.

"Know your place.

"A beast who did disgusting things at his wedding, shameless."

"Xu Wuzhou, they say you surprised everyone at the competition. I don't believe a waste like you has such strength."

"Leave the literary gathering; it doesn't welcome you."

"..."

The crowd was furious, and many people cursed Xu Wuzhou. Many still had the old impression of him and found it hard to change, so they were not polite to him.

Seeing this, Wang Zhixue smiled, "Xu Wuzhou, since you're here, how about it?

"Want to show us your literary talent?"

This comment led to another round of laughter.

Xu Wuzhou smiled at Wang Zhixue, "Literary talent?"

"Of course, this is a literary gathering. If you don't show your talent, you're not welcome here."

Wang Zhixue said, "If that's the case, then get out."

"This is a place of elegance, not for trash like you."

"A place for gentlemen, not for you."

"..."

Xu Wuzhou laughed, "A literary gathering, a place of elegance, a place for gentlemen."

"You know that."

Wang Zhixue said to Xu Wuzhou, "If you know your place, don't come to such a place."

"This is a place for the children of noble families. You, a son-in-law, don't belong here."

Someone mocked.

"Since it's so high-class, shouldn't everyone be refined and elegant?"

Xu Wuzhou asked.

Someone frowned, "What are you trying to say?"

"Since you're refined and elegant, your temper should be good, and you should be able to tolerate being hit."

As he spoke, Xu Wuzhou slapped Wang Zhixue across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap left Wang Zhixue's face red and swollen.

"Xu Wuzhou, you dare to use violence at a literary gathering."

Wang Zhixue, holding his face, shouted at Xu Wuzhou.

"I don't want to pretend to be refined. I'm just a rough man. Why waste time arguing with you?"

Xu Wuzhou asked in confusion.

"You brute."

A refined scholar pointed at Xu Wuzhou and shouted.

"Get out! You know you're a brute, yet you dare to show your face here, asking for a beating."

Xu Wuzhou's eyes turned cold, and he slapped the person again, sending him flying, with blood and teeth spitting out.

"You... you..."

Everyone looked at Xu Wuzhou in fear, stepping back as he approached.

Scoundrel! Many cursed in their hearts. This is a literary gathering, and this guy is so rude.

And he is not ashamed but proud of it.

Xu Wuzhou ignored them. A bunch of second-generation rich kids attending a literary gathering, thinking they are real scholars?

Pretending to be refined, he didn't care.

Who in this world can match him in poetry and literature?

He just had no interest in playing with these people. A slap can solve things so easily.

After Xu Wuzhou left, the group of noble children dared to curse, "Brute!"

"Who invited him to the literary gathering? It's a disgrace!"

"Xu Wuzhou, this scoundrel, doesn't even pretend anymore, a barbarian."

"Shame to be in his company!"

Each was furious, but when Xu Wuzhou turned to look at them, they quickly retreated.

"In a place of pretentious elegance, if you don't act refined, you won't attract girls."

Xu Wuzhou unexpectedly saw Yu Feng, who was sitting in a spot, scanning the group of girls, looking for a target.

Xu Wuzhou walked over to Yu Feng and found his position was good, allowing a clear view of all the girls.

"Flirting requires a new approach.

"Everyone is pretending to be refined. If you do the same, you won't stand out, and it's unlikely you'll attract girls."

Xu Wuzhou said nonsensically.

Yu Feng thought for a moment and nodded, "That makes sense. It seems Xu brother just took a new approach?"

"Not really, I'm not interested in the girls here.

"If I wanted to flirt, I would have slapped a girl and won her over in one hit."

Xu Wuzhou laughed.

"I admire your ability to boast, Xu brother."

Yu Feng, confident in his experience with women, knew that slapping a girl to win her over was a dream. She would more likely scratch you to death.

Xu Wuzhou smiled but didn't explain.

Back on Earth, he had used this trick to deceive many girls, but it required skill.

At the same time, he was thinking about how to ask Yu Feng for the 10,000 taels of silver he owed him.

Taking him to a brothel and losing 10,000 taels, someone had to take responsibility.