Yu Lun's words were exceedingly rude, yet they were not without reason. Hearing them, Li Jinfeng looked at Zhang Xiaohua's flushed little face and felt rather sorry for him. Though a country child might lack experience and knowledge, Xiaohua had just helped him drive away a thief. Moreover, along the way, his words and conduct had carried an air of generosity everywhere, leaving Li Jinfeng with an excellent impression of him. Thus, he continued, "Brother Yu, you are mistaken. Xiaohua's wholehearted pursuit of martial arts is also a good thing. A warmhearted person like him, if he learns martial arts, will surely draw his blade when he sees injustice on the road and help many people."
Seeing Li Jinfeng speak for Zhang Xiaohua, Yu Lun did not stop. He continued, "Brother Li studies literature, so you do not know how difficult martial arts are. On the path of martial arts, without money and without talent, success is absolutely impossible. Half-baked martial skills are worse than not learning at all. When trouble comes, if you force yourself to step forward, you may simply throw away your life for nothing. Isn't that right, Brother Shangguan?"
Shangguan Yun did not say much, nor did he look much at Zhang Xiaohua. He merely nodded.
Li Jinfeng found this strange now. Forgetting Zhang Xiaohua's matter for the moment, he asked Shangguan Yun with great interest, "Brother Shangguan, what is the reason for that? Your little brother is very curious. Could you explain it to me?"
Shangguan Yun frowned and said, "Brother Li, let me put it simply. You scholars only need a few copper coins to buy books, and then you can study. At most, you can spend very little money to find a teacher to teach you reading and writing. Teachers are everywhere, aren't