Who Says Scholars Know Nothing of Martial Combat?

This kind of piano skill can absolutely be called divine skill.

Bo Yikao stood there dumbfounded, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

I never expected that this tyrannical emperor would actually possess such outstanding musical skills. Compared to this guy, my own musical skills are simply Great Witch, even somewhat unworthy of mention.

Doesn't this mean that he's been completely crushed by this damned, incompetent ruler in his most proficient field?

And he was utterly humiliated in front of Su Daji. How could he possibly tolerate it? His face turned pale, with a hint of ashen color, and his body began to tremble.

Su Daji's beautiful eyes were fixed on the Human Emperor.

"Your Human Emperor, may I ask what the name of this piece is?"

"It would be a real shame if such a divine song could not be passed down through the Primordial World; such chivalrous spirit is truly remarkable."

Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

"This piece is rather ordinary, but it has a rather pleasant name: 'Guangling Melody'."

"The central theme is the righteous spirit in one's heart, which can also be called the spirit of chivalry. As the saying goes, the greatest heroes are those who serve their country and people, and who draw their swords to help those in need."

"Such a spirit is worth promoting. Only in this way can the backbone of human spirit and civilization develop for a long time, and the surging passion in people's hearts will never be extinguished."

Upon hearing this, many people fell into deep thought.

The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people.

Perhaps His Human Emperor the Emperor's sentiments should indeed be promoted.

Many veteran officials were already in tears at this point.

Back when His Human Emperor was in the North Sea, his song "The General's Command" intimidated a million-strong army in the north.

Today, the song "Guangling Melody" in Chaoge is even more chivalrous Wushuang.

What these people didn't know was that His Human Emperor had also played a timeless masterpiece, "The Phoenix Seeks His Mate," a piece that no one but Wushuang and Daji had ever heard.

At this moment, the complex emotions of many generals who had participated in the Northern Expedition were hard to calm. This piece, Guangling Melody, perfectly suited their feelings and was a piece created just for them.

Both "The General's Command" and "Guangling Melody" were essential songs for military campaigns, and they certainly had a significant motivating effect on them.

The saying goes, "The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people." Isn't this precisely the ideal that these generals should embody?

"Young Master of Xiqi, how was my performance?"

Upon hearing Ye Xuan's question, Bo Yikao's face turned pale, and he remained silent for a long time.

Looking at Bo Yikao in this state, Ye Xuan revealed a cold smile.

The so-called masters of the zither were nothing but a joke in his eyes.

The pieces Ye Xuan played were completely unbelievable to him.

I've never even heard of playing it, let alone hearing it.

A hint of pity flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes.

This guy is about to be chopped into mincemeat, but he doesn't even realize it. It's truly pathetic.

Regardless of its original trajectory or its current state, Ye Xuan has no intention of letting this guy go; turning him into food is his mission.

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, and then began to play again.

"Zheng zheng zheng-------"

Another, more uplifting melody resounded once more, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, its sound reverberating in all directions, creating a powerful and moving atmosphere within the hall.

The piece begins with an extremely uplifting climax, immediately immersing everyone in an incredibly brutal battlefield, where the sounds of horns and war drums fill the sky and the earth.

In addition, everyone seemed to hear unparalleled roars and battle cries, and once again they entered the illusion created by Ye Xuan.

The sound reached a climax after climax, and the crowd seemed to hear and see a stampede of ten thousand horses.

The two armies clashed, with thousands of horses charging into battle. The fierce fighting was terrifying, and the air was thick with a chilling atmosphere. As the saying goes, "A lone warrior marches across ten thousand miles on swords and spears," and everyone was caught up in the chaos, unable to extricate themselves.

Countless military generals were thrilled by the sight, their hands clenched tightly, eager to join the battle immediately, while countless civil officials were filled with fear.

Such a brutal battlefield was still somewhat difficult for them to adapt to.

Those who felt it most deeply were naturally Su Daji and Bo Yikao was present at the scene.

Back in Jizhou, when I first met His Human Emperor, he composed an incredibly poignant poem, which greatly shocked both of us. But now, that poem seems remarkably restrained.

My hair stood on end in anger; I leaned against the railing as the rain subsided.

I looked up, raised my head and roared to the sky, my heart filled with intense emotions.

Thirty years of fame and fortune are but dust and dirt; a thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon.

Don't let your youth slip away in vain, only to regret it later.

The shame of Xia Jie remains unavenged; when will the hatred of his subjects be extinguished?

Driving a long chariot, I shattered the Helan Mountains.

With lofty ambitions, we will feast on the flesh of the Xiongnu when hungry, and laughingly drink their blood when thirsty.

Let's start anew, rebuild our lost lands, and face the imperial palace.

The poem composed by His Human Emperor and the melody we hear today are truly a perfect match.

Su Daji felt this even more deeply. As she learned more about the Human Emperor, she was deeply moved by his lofty Human Emperor spirit.

The incredibly intense music underwent another unparalleled transformation, with the climaxing notes soaring straight to the heavens.

Once again, it evoked a sense of awe and suspense; its power was truly overwhelming! The entire land, stretching for nine thousand miles, was a battlefield!

This unparalleled, somewhat shrill melody, along with the unmatched battle cries, sent shivers down the spine and stirred the blood. This piece possessed a completely different feel from the previous Guangling Melody.

Guangling Melody emphasizes individual heroism, as the saying goes, "One sword, one world," and one should draw one's sword to help those in need.

This melody emphasizes boundless momentum and soaring spirit.

This was nothing short of an earth-shattering slaughter, and a murderous intent as fierce as a tiger swallowing up the vast expanse of land.

Everyone present seemed to have transformed into a battlefield, with warriors fighting bravely on the front lines. It was a thrilling and exhilarating feeling of heroism and the spirit of battle.

Perhaps the spirit of "Though there be millions, I will go forth" describes this situation?

Who says intellectuals are ignorant of martial arts?

Who says scholars can't fight on the battlefield?

As the saying goes, scholars die for their principles, warriors die in battle, loyal ministers and illegitimate sons save the country with their iron will.

The resolute and unyielding voice gradually weakened, but the surging passion deep within remained strong.