"Then I would like to ask Mr. Yan Jun, who changed today's Wing Chun Poetry Club into a Wing Chun Ci Club? And who took the initiative to propose the bet that the loser must kowtow?"

"This..."

Yan Jun was speechless and looked very ugly. As a son of a powerful family, it was a great shame and humiliation to be embarrassed in front of a poor family.

None of the students in the Jieying Society spoke. The combined momentum of so many powerful disciples could not be compared to that of one Du Ning.

"Even...even if my brother has done something wrong, he must be merciful and forgiving. Mr. Du can obviously forgive my brother's mistakes, so why not turn the conflict into friendship?" Yan Jun said shamelessly.

"If I lose to Yan Lu at the symposium, do you think he will forgive me?" Du Ning asked.

Yan Jun gritted his teeth and said: "With my brother's big heart, I won't be able to see you as a child from a poor family. I think he will only ask you to apologize, but not necessarily kowtow."

"Since Yan Lu is broad-minded and doesn't care about our humble family, why would he make such a bet that insults his literary name?" Du Ning asked again.

Yan Jun lowered his head, not daring to look into Du Ning's eyes.

Yan Lu said loudly: "Master Du, you are so eloquent here, but you just think that the meaning of the scriptures is not as good as that of my cousin. Are you saying that retreating when faced with difficulties is not your Confucianism, and that the only way to advance bravely is to move forward bravely.

Do you stand out? Why don't you even dare to fart in front of my cousin?"

The students from Jieying Society immediately laughed and used Du Ning's words to refute Du Ning, which was absolutely brilliant.

Du Ning's face changed slightly, and then he smiled, "Yan Lu, I know you are unconvinced and want to regain your dignity and face, but you can't risk your cousin's literary name to make this bet.

, if your cousin Jingyi beats me, he will be famous in Nanping Prefecture and even Suzhou, but what if he loses? If this makes him decadent, wouldn't you Yan Lu have harmed a Confucian scholar who will be a great scholar in the future?

Have a bright future!"

Yan Lu's face changed wildly, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

"This..."

Only then did Yan Jun realize that he might have been dragged into the water by his cousin.

But the matter has come to this, and he is unable to get off the tiger.

"If my scriptures are really not as good as Mr. Du, I can only blame myself for not knowing what I can do. I will never blame my cousin for this, let alone you." Yan Jun said.

Yan Lu was immediately moved: "My wise brother is so kind and virtuous, but my foolish brother will never forget you."
Chapter completed!