"Junior Sister Yuhuang says Brother Long is skilled in rhythm. I sincerely wish to ask you to give me some feedback. I've been stuck at a bottleneck for several months without any progress. I hope you'll kindly enlighten me."
The woman in yellow spoke respectfully and bowed to Long Chen.
The yellow-clad woman's words startled the powerful figures present, who looked at Long Chen in disbelief. He actually understood music?
"Fairy, you must be joking. When it comes to music, I don't even know the basics—how dare I make rash judgments?" Laughing at the generous is a small matter, but misleading the younger generation is a grave offense. Long Chen said with a bitter smile.
Although he had read some books on music theory and understood some music theory, and could fool outsiders, the woman in yellow came from the Qin Sect, the highest academy of music philosophy. Long Chen giving her advice was just a joke.
"Hmph, a mere warrior, only knowing how to wield swords and wielding swords, his hands stained with blood—how could he possibly grasp the mysteries within music?" At that moment, a pale-faced scholar in the front row next door snorted coldly, his voice extremely rude.
Long Chen looked toward the voice and saw that the man looked to be in his twenties, pale and beardless, with slightly chubby cheeks and an air of pride. Long Chen looked at him, but Long Chen didn't even glance at him. He simply sipped his teacup, as if he didn't bother to look at Long Chen.
"A mere warrior?" If you didn't have a single warrior to defend the territory and protect the country and its people, could you still live so fat? Long Chen looked at the man and curled his lips.
Long Chen's words almost made countless people laugh out loud, especially the phrase 'fat head and big ears' combined with that person's face—it was an incredibly fitting description.
"Hmph, what a huge joke. Great love knows no bounds, righteousness knows no boundaries. If everyone could abandon martial arts for literature, always follow reason, etiquette, and rules, and follow the natural way, how could they have fought at war?
Since there is no threat of war, why establish territory? Since there are no borders, there will be no more conflicts, and people will not die under violent slaughter.
The so-called territorial defense you talk about is just an excuse to encroach on other countries and keep expanding your base. The scholar sneered.
"Bro, take my advice: don't stoop to his level. These guys don't have any other skills. When it comes to debate, we're no match for each other." The royal disciple beside Long Chen kindly advised.
He knew well how eloquent these scholars were, and the ancestral teachings of the Vermilion Bird Empire clearly stated that the empire must maintain the flourishing of culture and martial prowess. Therefore, although these scholars were not strong, their status was high. Even royal disciples could not be disrespected to them.
Whether to fight or not, and to curse them is no match. So, although the cultivators of the Vermilion Bird Empire dislike these people, they are powerless to do anything. They dare not break the empire's laws.
That person had a good heart and didn't want Long Chen to embarrass himself, so he advised him not to bother with them, or else it would never end.
These guys nitpick when they're in the right and never let it go, always looking for trouble when there's nothing going on. And 'reasoning' is their specialty. Usually, scholars spar and argue endlessly among themselves, and that's exactly what they practice—it's their strength.
Arguing with them is like using your own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths. Throughout history, countless cultivators have been driven mad by their arguments.
"Just a bunch of brainless trolls. What do I, Long Chen, have to fear?" I don't believe that just your words alone can erase the achievements of countless border warriors of the Vermilion Bird Empire.
They are heroes who defend their homeland and people, fearless warriors who sacrifice themselves, and steel walls that shield the people of the Vermilion Bird Empire from wind and rain without complaint or regret.
While you sit here leisurely listening to beautiful music, sipping fragrant tea, and teasing others.
Yet they hung their heads on their belts, ready to face the enemy's bloody battle at any moment, ready to shed their blood on the land they loved.
Such a brave and fearless hero, defending the country and his loved ones, how could your words be considered useless? Long Chen's knowledge is limited; I kindly ask for your guidance. Long Chen looked at the scholars with arrogant faces, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Although he said he was giving guidance, his expression already told them: Today, I'm going to have a good talk with you.
As soon as Long Chen finished speaking, countless applauses erupted from the audience. The Vermilion Bird Empire still had many cultivators, but Long Chen's words were directed at the martial artists, resonating with them.
The slightly chubby-faced scholar, facing the applause of the audience, showed a look of disdain on his face and said fearlessly:
"All you know is to use fists, not reason. Force will never solve problems. Violence only leads to greater violence, bringing more hatred. From then on, it will continue endlessly, without end.
Isn't history enough to make it obvious? Only by resolving hatred can war be resolved; without war, people will not shed blood or sacrifice.
Cultivators have always been brave and ruthless, taking pleasure in taking the lives and wealth of others, which is why the Heavenly Dao dislikes them. Yet you yourself are unaware of it, which is utterly foolish. "
You're the one who's utterly foolish, aren't you? When facing people, you might be able to reason, but what about a fierce beast? For example, if you have a tiger standing in front of you, would you reason with it? Will it reason with you? Long Chen said disdainfully.
"How could a person reason with a beast? When I encounter a beast, I have my own way to deal with it. The
plump scholar said coldly, but he didn't say anything. The experts present could see that Long Chen had stumped him, and with no better way to counterattack, he could only grit his teeth and say this.
To be able to force the sharp-tongued chubby scholar into exhaustion for a counterattack, the strong figures present were stunned. Long Chen really knows something.
"A solution?" What can you do? Isn't it just kneeling on the ground and calling him 'Dad'! Long Chen said calmly.
When Long Chen said this, the chubby scholar immediately flew into a rage: "This is a personal attack. Debates should be based on the facts. Escalating to personal attacks is the most despicable behavior." "
No, no, no, let's be reasonable. This isn't a personal attack. Haven't you heard, 'Even a tiger won't eat its cubs?'" Long Chen shook his head.
"You ..."
The chubby scholar was momentarily at a loss for words. Thinking about how Long Chen's words sounded a bit harsh, they also made some sense—he couldn't find a reason to fight back.
But the more he thought about it, the more the chubby scholar felt something was off. If he knelt down and called him 'father,' wouldn't that mean he was a beast too? Long Chen was cursing people in a roundabout way—wasn't that a personal attack?
Among the cultivators present, many clever ones had already caught the hidden meaning behind Long Chen's words, especially the disciples of the Qin Sect, who all smiled with pursed lips but did not point it out.
"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to discuss with me, a Hanlin Academician?"
The plump white scholar suddenly stood up and pointed angrily at Long Chen.