"Forget it, why are you arguing with an old beggar? He seems like a madman, no sense to reason here." Another young man pulled at the scholar's sleeve and tapped his own head, suggesting to the scholar not to bother with the old beggar.
On the surface, he was just urging the scholar not to argue, but wasn't he also mocking the old beggar brazenly?
What would a street beggar understand?
Would he understand chess? Would he know about the Great Eight Game Chess of the Six Nations? Would he comprehend the difficulty of the Kun game?
He knows nothing!
"Not at all." The old beggar, regardless of how people saw him, kept muttering these words under his breath.
Fortunately, most of those who watched were scholars. They sneered at the old beggar verbally but did not physically shove him.
The old beggar left muttering on his own, which only reinforced the spectators' belief that he was a madman.