Chapter 10: A War of Words with the Heroes

  Seeing the crowd attacking Huā Láng, Wēn Mèng could no longer stand it. Just as she was about to retort against these people, Huā Láng suddenly smiled coldly and said: "Everyone who says this is greatly mistaken. Although I am a scholar, I can also take care of Wēn Mèng and make her happy. Taking care of someone and making them happy has nothing to do with what one does or how capable they are, right?"

  Hualang gazed at the crowd, a faint smile playing on his lips. He was certain that no one would dare to answer this question, for happiness was an elusive thing that couldn't be measured by anyone, even if Hualang only fed Wenmeng plain tea and simple food every day, as long as Wenmeng felt happy, then it was happiness.

  The words of the flower youth indeed shut up those young heroes from Jiangnan, but among them were also not ordinary people. After the flower youth finished speaking for a moment, one of them suddenly stood up and said: "What you said is indeed something we can't refute, but after all, you are just a scholar with no power, no influence, and no money. If Wen Meng encounters danger, how can you protect her? Do you want Wen Meng to follow you and live in fear every day?"

  He took a different approach, starting from Wen Meng's safety, because he felt that scholars had no power to bind chickens, and when they encountered danger, they couldn't even protect themselves, let alone Wen Meng.

  After hearing this, the crowd was in an uproar again. At this time, Hualang smiled faintly and said: "Not so, although I am a scholar, I am not always powerless and penniless. I'm only twenty years old this year, with a good youth, it's not impossible to make a career for myself. Who knows what will happen in the future? So don't underestimate young poor people. Moreover, when encountering danger, I would rather risk my life than let anything happen to Wenmeng, so everyone doesn't have to worry."

  When he said the last sentence, Hua Lang's tone was particularly heavy, because he wanted to use the last sentence to warn these young heroes that he and Wen Meng were in love with each other, it was their own business, you people are just outsiders, why so many mouths, those who know think they are meddling in other people's business, those who don't know even think they all want to marry Wen Meng as their wife.

  Everyone knew they couldn't outdo Hualang in a war of words, so they all turned their attention to Wen Yidao. Didn't Hualang just imply that this was between the two of them? They were outsiders and it wasn't convenient for them to intervene, but now if Wen Yidao intervened, didn't Hualang just say he was an outsider?

  Wen Yidao naturally understood the meaning of the crowd, and then looked at Hualang and asked: "If a person cannot protect himself, how can he protect others? Relying solely on sacrificing oneself is absolutely not enough. If you want to marry my daughter, you must prove that you have the ability to protect my daughter."

  Hualang glanced at Wen Yidao and cupped his hands, saying: "Elder Wen is right, but how can I prove that I can protect Wen Meng?"

  Wen Yidao glanced at the crowd and said, "Everyone present today is a young hero from Jiangnan's rivers and lakes. They all have reputations in the martial arts world. Today, you can choose one of them to engage in a duel. If you can defeat him, I will consider you capable of protecting my daughter. Are you daring enough to try?"

  Wen Meng's face changed as soon as she heard this, and she was very clear about Hua Lang's skills. How could Hua Lang be a match for these people? She felt that her father was being deliberately difficult.

  Even so, Wen Meng didn't say much, otherwise this matter would have no fun at all.

  At this moment, Hua Lang smiled faintly and looked at Wen Yidao, asking: "Is it to compete with these Jianghu knights present?"

  Wen Yidao nodded: "That's right, it's them."

  Hua Lang smiled again and said, "I also want to try my skills with them, but I'm afraid that if I do, it will tarnish the reputation of Lord Wen and all of you young heroes!"

  "After that sentence, Fang Baiyu suddenly sneered: 'What does your sentence mean? Do you think you have the ability to beat any of us?'"

  Seeing Fang Baiyu so flustered, Hualang remained calm and composed, with a carefree smile, saying: "Not really, it's not that I have the ability to defeat you, but rather I don't want you to be ridiculed by people in the martial arts world. I'm just a scholar, with no strength to bind a chicken, while you are all famous knights. If it gets out that you engaged in a duel with a scholar, how will you maintain your reputation in the martial arts world?"

  As soon as Hualang said this, everyone was shocked. They did not expect that so many people would be let in by a bookish scholar. Now even if they wanted to compete with Hualang in martial arts, it's probably too late.

  Wen Meng saw Hua Lang several times, and these people were speechless. In her heart, she unconsciously developed a sense of reverence for Hua Lang, because she was very clear about these heroes, who were usually arrogant towards others when traveling the world, and had never been hit like this before?

  Wen Yidao sat in front of everyone, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say, wanting to get angry but unable to do so. For a moment, he could only sit there anxiously. Just then, Hualang suddenly said: "If I don't engage in a martial arts competition with all of you gentlemen, you will certainly feel discontented and think that I am not truly capable of protecting Wen Meng. Since this is the case, I will change my method and compete with all of you in another way."

  Everyone saw that Flower Boy was willing to compete, and suddenly they were all energized. As long as Flower Boy was willing to compete, they would definitely make him look good.

  At this time, Fang Baiyu coldly smiled and said: "I don't know what you want to compete with me about. If it's just boasting, then forget it, we're all martial practitioners."

  Fang Baiyu's words immediately dispelled the idea of competing with Hualang in writing, which made all the young heroes feel more at ease. They all knew that Hualang was a scholar, and letting Jianghu people compete with scholars in writing would only lead to defeat.

  Seeing Fang Baiyu like this, Hua Lang smiled faintly: "Compared with all of you, it would be unfair to make you feel that I'm bullying you. I won't compare with you, just one finger from me can make you sit in a chair and not get up."

  After Hualang said this, the whole living room burst into laughter. They were all Jianghu people who had been practicing their strength since childhood. A scholar actually dared to say that he could make them unable to get up from their chairs with just one finger, wasn't that ridiculous?

  At this time, Wen Meng also hastily pulled the flower gentleman, not to mention a finger, even if the entire body of the flower gentleman was pressed down, these Jianghu young heroes could still stand up, weren't they all vegetarian?

  After Wen Meng caught hold of Hua Lang, Hua Lang just smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, if I don't let them know my true abilities, would they give up? And would Uncle Wen agree to marry you to me?"

  The words were spoken with great momentum and a strong sense of responsibility, and even though Wen Meng knew that the two of them were just pretending to be lovers, at this moment she felt a warm current flowing through her heart.