At certain times.
A novel font could indeed add points to a person's calligraphy.
However, no matter what the font was, it all depended on one's cultivation and realm.
Mu Wenfu's calligraphy skill and realm could barely be considered top-notch among young people. Compared to some of the famous calligraphers and scholars of the present age, there was still a gap.
The calligraphy he had just written was so stunning in everyone's eyes.
It was only because he had used a lost font that added points to his calligraphy.
He Kun's calligraphy was both spiritual and physical, and he combined all kinds of calligraphy styles into one. He had already achieved great success and could even be compared to the ancient calligraphy saint, Wang Xizhi.
The royal palace had collected many authentic works of calligraphers who had passed away, but Great Gan still felt that He Kun's calligraphy was good. One could imagine how good He Kun's calligraphy was.
"No, that's impossible. It's impossible for your calligraphy to be better than mine.”
Mu Wenfu, who was standing at the side, looked at He Kun's book with an ugly expression.
"Nothing is impossible in this world. You lost!"
He Kun was too lazy to argue with Mu Wenfu, so he turned around and walked back to the second floor.
Mu Wenfu clenched his fists tightly as he stood there. His face was filled with malevolence. He could not accept the fact that he had failed.
At this moment, his mind was filled with the bet between him and Kun.
He still had many dreams that he had yet to realize…
He still had his ambition to fulfill…
And all of this would end with him not being able to participate in the imperial examinations in the future.
It could be said that harming others would eventually harm oneself. It was displayed to the extreme on him.
"No, I can't! I didn't lose."
Mu Wenfu had already lost his mind. His eyes were bloodshot as he rushed towards He Kun, who was walking towards the second floor, like a lunatic.
"You want to make a move!"
Da Qian, who had been watching the commotion upstairs and might have a violent nature in his bones, immediately stood up, kicked over the table, and rushed over with a stool.
Cao Rui and Wu Shulai, who knew the identity of the Great Qian Dynasty, were afraid that the Great Qian Dynasty would be in danger, so they naturally followed them with their bare hands.
Yu Minzhong and Zhuang Yougong, who were in Mu Wenfu's group, saw that everyone was about to make a move. Since they had come with Mu Wenfu, they naturally could not stand by and watch. They immediately rushed over.
He Kun, who had just reached the second floor, naturally heard the commotion behind him. He immediately turned around.
With the divine power of flicking fingers, he looked at Mu Wenfu leisurely as he charged at him like a madman.
He had originally wanted to use the divine power of a finger flick to knock Mu Wenfu down the stairs without anyone noticing.
However, He Kun suddenly remembered that the last time he used the divine power to snap Nalan Kuifang and the right legs of those thugs, Nalan Zhuming did not suspect anything. If he used the divine power again this time and Mu Wenfu's leg was also snapped, it would probably arouse Nalan Zhuming's suspicion.
At this stage, although He Kun was appreciated by Great Qian, it was not appropriate for him to become enemies with Nalan Zhuming, a powerful official that even Great Qian feared.
Therefore, He Kun decided not to use the divine power of the finger flick, but to use his fist to deal with Mu Wenfu.
He didn't believe that he couldn't deal with a weak scholar.
Even though he was a scholar himself.
However, in his previous life, He Kun had fought with many people when he was young and was proficient in the way of fighting.
Mu Wenfu, who had just rushed in front of He Kun and was filled with ruthlessness, had yet to make a move.
Bang!
He Kun punched his left eye.
Mu Wenfu's eyes immediately turned black.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you."
Mu Wenfu was furious and punched He Kun in the chest.
However, with Mu Wenfu's strength, which was as weak as a woman's, he could not cause any harm to He Kun.
Bang!
He Kun punched Mu Wenfu's nose again.
Mu Wenfu felt a sharp pain in his nose. The pungent smell was unbearable, and something hot seemed to flow out of his nostrils.
He wiped the tip of his nose with his finger, and a smear of red blood appeared in his sight.
"Hekun, I want you dead."
Seeing that he had a nosebleed, Mu Wenfu became even crazier. He roared and rushed towards He Kun.
Unfortunately, his fist was soft and did not have any strength at all. When it hit He Kun, it did not hurt at all, let alone hurt him.
On the other hand, He Kun, although he was a scholar, he was forced by his father to practice martial arts for a period of time because he was born in the family of a general and vice domain chief. Therefore, his body still had the strength of a normal brawny man.
He Kun's fists hit the flesh.
After punching Mu Wenfu's eyes and nose twice, he turned to punch Mu Wenfu's body. If he took off Mu Wenfu's clothes, he could see that with every punch He Kun threw, Mu Wenfu would have a bruise on his body.
"Wuuu!"
In the end, Mu Wenfu, who was a scholar, fell to the ground because he was not strong enough to defeat He Kun. He hugged the pain in his body and cried like a bullied child.
He Kun was probably the first person to beat a scholar to tears.
On the other side, although the Great Gan, Cao Rui, Wu Shulai, Yu Minzhong, and Cong Yougong had rushed over, they did not make a move.
Firstly, although Yu Minzhong, Cong Yougong, and the others had a good relationship with Mu Wenfu, it was to the extent of helping him in a fight.
Secondly, although Da Qian was the first to rush up, he was the Emperor. He could not rush up and fight recklessly. Otherwise, it would not be worth it if something happened in the middle.
Thus, the two sides faced each other, watching He Kun and Mu Wenfu fight like rogues on the street.
In the end, He Kun beat Mu Wenfu until he cried.
Mu Wenfu couldn't take it anymore.
He Kun also rolled his eyes and laid on the ground, crying out in a "miserable" manner,"Aiyo, I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore. My leg is broken. Mu Wenfu, we agreed on a calligraphy bet. How could you do it? As the saying goes, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands. You're really insulting the cultured.”
When he was fighting with Mu Wenfu earlier, he had deliberately let Mu Wenfu scratch a few bloody scratches on the back of his hand and neck. Therefore, from the surface, it was really hard to tell who the real victim was.
The other scholars of Apricot Blossom Pavilion who had witnessed everything that had happened just now.
He was instantly speechless.
What a f * cking disgrace!
He Kun!
No matter what, you're a great talent? Can you have some face?
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