The situation was a complete mess, spiraling out of control in an instant.

Along the embankment, under the shade of the trees, and among the distant pleasure boats, people had curiously gathered due to the previous commotion and accusations, as well as Lou Shuheng's loud accusations. Under the trees, the few women who had been playing music, singing softly, and conversing were also alarmed when Lou Shuheng fell into the water, stopping their music and peering over with the crowd. Soon after, Lou Shuheng's friends pushed their way through the crowd, and before long, someone was suddenly knocked to the ground, followed by another being violently thrown into the water.

The shouts hadn't ceased when a third person rushed forward, only to be slammed to the ground in an instant. Then came a fourth. Perhaps by this point, people realized that the situation was developing in a way that deviated from their preconceived notions.

Hangzhou was a large city, a leading administrative metropolis in the Southeast region. Those who came to Xiaoyingzhou this time were all people of status. The Lou family, to which Lou Shuheng belonged, was one of the leading families in Hangzhou, and the young people he associated with typically had various kinds of status. Even if they weren't from prestigious or wealthy families, in this world that valued literary pursuits, as long as someone truly possessed poetic talent and wasn't too dull or ignorant of the ways of the world, they could usually gain the acquaintance of someone from a good family and become elated.

It was a common saying that weak scholars had no strength to truss a chicken. But young people were often full of vigor and had a high opinion of themselves. In a place like Hangzhou, where elites congregated, collisions were common. The several well-known courtesans invited this time understood this even better. In brothels, arguments and verbal disputes over jealousy were common. When it came to wanting to fight, sometimes they would restrain themselves, or the families would compare their power and back down, or they would simply start fighting.

A brawl between scholars usually didn't cause much damage, usually just resulting in disheveled clothes, panting, and a bloody nose. But if many people ganged up on one person, it was hard to say what would happen to the lone individual. At this moment, under the trees, was a weak scholar who looked to be in his early twenties, protecting a frail girl dressed as a maidservant. Lou Shuheng's shout further determined the direction things would take. A live-in son-in-law who was having an affair with a maidservant—even if such a person was beaten, they probably wouldn't dare to fight back.

However, as the old man spoke, the crowd surged forward, the first person being knocked down directly, the second being thrown into the pool, and the third having his shoulder slammed to the ground by a fierce elbow strike. The young scholar protecting the girl simply released her slightly, still standing in front of her, not showing any weakness at all. With a frown, he grabbed the fourth person's fist, twisted it, and pushed him away with a miserable scream. The crowd was suddenly stunned by this head-on blow, and for a moment, they felt a little intimidated.

Of course, even if they suddenly realized that Ning Yi was not to be trifled with, with so many people, Lou Shuheng's acquaintances and close friends couldn't possibly back down. The old man who had spoken earlier stared wide-eyed. He was also a respected old scholar in Hangzhou, but he naturally couldn't compare to the Lou or Qian families in terms of reputation. However, when he saw that it was the second young master of the Lou family who had fallen into the water, and the other person was completely unfamiliar, he decisively stepped forward. At this moment, his hair and beard were bristling, and he waved his hands in the air a few times: "Insolent wretch! You dare to act violently after doing something wrong! Why don't you obediently surrender!"

The response he received was Ning Yi casually pushing back one of the people rushing forward, sending him crashing into the crowd: "Back off!" Xiao Chan was protected behind him. The space wasn't wide, and Ning Yi had already taken a step forward with this push, his voice low and stern.

"Grab him!"

Lou Shuheng shouted from the water. Ning Yi had been furious when he attacked, but he had restrained himself from using his full strength. However, half of his face was already swollen, and blood was overflowing from his mouth, making his face twisted. With this shout, several more people rushed up together: "Beat him!" No matter how fierce Ning Yi seemed, he was now facing a sea of people. Moreover, in the Hangzhou area, being able to act on behalf of the second young master of the Lou family, whether they could win or not, there would always be people who flocked to do so. These people had hesitated slightly earlier, but they had quickly figured this out. The first person was directly knocked down by Ning Yi, and the person next to him threw a punch, which Ning Yi blocked smoothly. Then, he punched the third person, who was rushing over fiercely, in the face, causing him to bleed from the nose.

After knocking down one person and slapping the person next to him into the water, more people rushed up. As he dodged, someone kicked his leg hard. He also kicked back, sending that person flying into the air. Before he could stand firm, a short and stout scholar shouted "Ah!" and rushed over, hugging Ning Yi's waist tightly, trying to push him backward. Ning Yi took half a step back and slammed his elbow on the scholar's back.

The scholar's hands had already loosened, but he didn't fall to the ground, refusing to let go. Ning Yi grabbed his shoulders and swung him "Ah!" With a low shout, this scholar, along with someone rushing from the side, fell into West Lake. In that instant of Ning Yi turning around, someone rushed up from the other side of his body and kicked him hard in the back. Ning Yi didn't move, but that person seemed to have kicked a wall, crashing to the ground in mid-air.

Xiao Chan cried out "Ah!" and rushed up. She looked young to begin with, and at this moment, she was panicked and scared, with tears in her voice, waving her little fists at the head of the sneak attacker who had fallen to the ground. Actually, she was also afraid of being hit, squinting her eyes and waving her fists wildly, not hitting anything.

The person who had fallen to the ground was also dazed for a moment, waving his hands randomly, hitting Xiao Chan's hand and pushing her back. There wasn't much space behind her, and Xiao Chan grabbed the tree trunk, preventing herself from falling into the water.

She was now crying and wanted to rush up again. Ning Yi grabbed the wrist of someone who was rushing up and shouted back, "Xiao Chan, stay out of the way!" Xiao Chan also knew that she was a burden, and at this moment, she stood by the water's edge, wiping away tears and crying loudly: "What are you doing? What are you doing! Bullying people! Bullying people..."

The person who had fallen to the ground had just wanted to get up when Ning Yi stepped back and stepped on the back of that person's hand. Although he was wearing cloth shoes, that person had already screamed. His other hand frantically patted Ning Yi's heel, while Ning Yi waved his fists to block, taking two punches to the chest. His foot, however, didn't move. That person's screams became a constant accompaniment to the fight.

The scene was chaotic and intense. The people participating in the gang fight may have had different feelings, but the onlookers on the periphery were all dumbfounded, either in shock or admiration. Especially the women holding musical instruments under the trees, they watched intently, their breathing becoming rapid.

In this era, everyone had seen the brawny warriors who made a living in the Jianghu with their martial arts. But Ning Yi's appearance was nothing like a martial artist. He stood there taking action, in his early twenties, wearing a blue robe, without too many routines or stances, his attacks were fast and decisive. The crowd rushed up in groups of two or three, only to be knocked over or forced back. Even though everyone looked to be of similar age and build, in front of him, this group of people was like a group of children, rushing up in a swarm. Even if they occasionally hit him, they only managed to mess up and dirty his clothes. Protecting the crying girl behind him, he hadn't retreated a single step from beginning to end.

By this time, more than a dozen people had been injured. Some had blood flowing from their mouths and noses, some had been hit somewhere on their bodies, and others were moaning beside him, holding their arms or with their necks twisted. The commotion was spreading, and people were gathering from far away. During this time, there were also people who recognized each other and wanted to rush over to help.

The young people participating in the gang fight were either overwhelmed or had their heads clouded, making it difficult to distinguish too much. But among the crowd, there were many relatively sober onlookers. During this time, there were also merchants or Confucians who had experienced the world and could already see some things. Even some of the courtesans on the embankment by the pool could see that the man who was being accused of adultery had a calm temperament. The aura he displayed between his gestures and actions in the face of such a situation was not something that a frivolous scholar who indulged in women and deceived emotions could possess. It was nothing short of a fantasy that someone with such an aura would become a live-in son-in-law.

Because of Lou Shuheng's status, no one would naturally stand up and say these things at this time, but various discussions had already emerged in the crowd. From initially asking "What exactly happened?" or scolding "This adulterous couple," it had completely turned into the question of "Who is this person?" Among the crowd, there were also merchants who could remember Ning Yi, saying that he was a live-in son-in-law. Then someone said: "Absolutely impossible, or you've remembered the wrong person..." The other person also nodded thoughtfully. Across the trees, the few courtesans were holding their lutes and zithers, whispering to each other, but their eyes never left the battle situation.

If it were a group of Jianghu people fighting each other, no matter how intense the fight was, they would probably only think of them as brutes and fools. But this scene was indeed very different.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were injured. The duration wasn't considered long. It seemed that the scholars were still rushing forward one after another, and over on the crowd, there were already officers and soldiers trying to maintain order who were squeezing over here. Only one person rushed over first, and he didn't dare to offend the crowded people present, so he came over very slowly. Just as he squeezed out of the crowd, a tall scholar who was searching for something shouted suddenly: "You motherfucker—" With a whoosh, he drew the saber that the officer and soldier was carrying and charged straight up.

"Be careful—"

"Don't mess around!"

"Ah—"

Shouts rose up everywhere. That person was rushing from the side. When Ning Yi saw the glint of the saber, he had already furrowed his brow. He was a self-controlled person, and he had been holding back throughout the fight. Otherwise, with the momentary explosive power of the inner strength left by Lu Hongti, coupled with his understanding of the weaknesses of the human body, it wouldn't have been a problem to kill a few of these scholars with three punches and two kicks. At this moment, he stepped forward and walked directly towards the saber-wielding person!

The two figures collided in an instant.

That scholar was also a纨绔子弟 (wán kù zǐ dì - playboy/spoiled son of a rich family). For a moment, his blood surged and he angrily drew his saber, but after all, he had never really killed anyone before. When Ning Yi charged straight at him, he was also taken aback. Although the saber was swung out, it no longer posed a threat to Ning Yi. With a sudden close-quarters movement, he seized the blade with his bare hands. The person's arm was suddenly twisted back, and he let out a miserable scream. In the eyes of the crowd, the two figures merely touched each other. The next moment, with a miserable scream, the tall scholar was pushed back and stumbled back, then crashed heavily into the trunk of a large tree by the lake, causing the tree trunk to tremble and the leaves to rustle down.

Someone rushed up from behind again. Ning Yi slapped the person in front of him out with his backhand. However, the two people who followed immediately tried to restrain him. At this time, Ning Yi's left hand was still twisting back the tall scholar's right arm that was holding the saber, pressing him against the tree trunk. As the two people closed in, one of them clamped down on his right hand, and as the other approached, there was a loud bang.

With a violent headbutt, the person staggered back, covering his nose. Ning Yi turned his right hand and grabbed the pulse point of the other person's arm, sending that person spinning in place.

Then, he grabbed the person's earlobe and tore at it, causing the person to bend sideways, blood flowing down. He screamed continuously, but didn't dare to move rashly.

"You've made enough trouble—still coming!?"

Ning Yi glanced over the group of scholars in front of him who seemed to be still eager to try, and shouted. At this time, his left hand was pressing the tall scholar against the tree trunk, restraining the person while controlling the saber. His other hand was grabbing another scholar's ear, which had already been torn open, and that scholar was bowing, just screaming and not daring to struggle. After this shout, the people on the embankment looked at him and gradually quieted down. It wasn't so much Ning Yi's power that mattered, but the saber was the main thing. If they continued, it would really be uncontrollable.

Behind him was the crying and tearful figure of Xiao Chan. The overlapping people on the embankment were all looking over here. The women on the other side of the lake had their cherry mouths slightly open, holding hands and not knowing what they were saying silently. Su Tan'er had actually rushed over, but couldn't get through the crowd. She was also looking over here from the side, not knowing in what direction the situation would develop.

And in the crowd at this time, Lou Shuwan, who had arrived a little earlier, was also covering her mouth with both hands, staring dumbfounded at this scene. She had previously thought that Ning Yi's fondness for martial arts and only looking at the martial arts gym every day was just a game. In this era, she had seen scholars who liked martial arts, but they were all just playing around. She had never thought that when he really started fighting, such a scene would appear before her...

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This morning, when I woke up, I found that a clown had appeared in the book review section again, saying that *Zui Xu* (赘婿 - My Amazing Wechat) used to cheat on votes. I am always calm about other accusations, but this kind of statement can make me angry. For me, this should be considered the most disgusting accusation, because I never do such boring things as cheating on votes.

In a poor state, I haven't asked for votes for several months. It seems that some people think that this book has flopped or was already flopped, so they come out to show off. I didn't want to say some data, but it doesn't matter if I say it. *Zui Xu* has a high subscription of 28,000, an average subscription of nearly 16,000, 8,000 in 24 hours when it was released, a maximum of 11,000, and now 6,000. When I update continuously, I have never lost a subscription. Whether tangled or smooth, thank you for your support. I have always disliked comparison. Comparing myself to so-and-so on Qidian in terms of achievements is meaningless to me. The only thing that is meaningful is that I never think that I have written well enough. No matter who says or persuades, I find it difficult to think that I have written well enough. Even though I understand that, or if I want more money, I can't overcome this. This is my heart demon, my delusion, and I can never get over it. But if someone wants to talk about achievements, I hope that after the data is announced, there will be no more such clowns.

In addition, I feel that I have been in a good mood recently, and my inspiration has also been connected. I'm asking for monthly tickets. Since you say I'm cheating on votes, please help me vote a little, haha, thank you...

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