Chapter 9: What a traverser should do

Chapter 9 What the Traveller Should Do
Xue Mu turned his head and asked Yue Xiaochan: "Isn't it said that everything else except power is a side effect? ​​Why is this music so brilliant?"
Yue Xiaochan lazily said: "Because voice is also part of the martial arts, it's precisely Benzong who is very good at it. What you listen to is actually incorporated into this zong's furry charm, so it makes you feel like it is in your soul. The level of work is just average."
"Uh..." Xue Mu really understood. Anyway, things that are useful to martial arts, such as clothes and quyi, are part of the performance of melody, and this development will be very high. And those things that are useless for martial arts, calligraphy, painting, poems, etc., are just interested in playing tickets, and their development is weak.
It's not their Xingyue Sect, but the world.
Yue Xiaochan pointed to his nose again: "You are really interested in music. This girl is a first-class master, and she is ranked in the world. It is really awkward to come here to listen to music and sing. "
You haven't shown it to me... When will you have a bamboo flute? Xue Mu was too lazy to quarrel with the children, and simply spread out and asked: "Compared with Quyi, the lyrics just now are simply vulgar, what do you mean by'Lang Jun hasn't come for a long time, concubine is worried and flustered'? Can you be more mentally retarded? No matter how good the song is Also lost all the atmosphere! The guests really paid for it?"
"How much do you think the guests are literate? Even if the girls sing so full of flowers and enthusiasm, what is the meaning of the guests?" Yue Xiaochan looked at him strangely: "The world is almost the same, just like you write the secrets of martial arts. For the sake of your own inheritance, the easier it is to write, the better. Unless you are deliberately trying to cheat others, if you write that Yunshan Mist is wrong, hasn't it broken your own inheritance and your own way?"
So are you saying that Huang Chang is an idiot? The Taoist terminology can still be said to be Mei Chaofeng’s ignorance, but what did you think when the general outline was still in Sanskrit... Xue Mu found out that he was brainwashed by Yue Xiaochan’s words, really I began to wonder if Huang Chang was a little stupid... It took a long time to react and draw the corners of his mouth: "What you said... I think the capital is prosperous. People shouldn't be so illiterate, can you not understand a piece of music? "
"It has nothing to do with the Jingshi. Generally, people from big sect families only pay attention to literacy and hyphenation. After all, the inheritance is profound." Yue Xiaochan thought for a while: "The average person also has basic literacy, and the bookstore sells basic exercises. You have to understand. Besides, in case of some kind of inheritance of luck someday, it’s not mad if you don’t understand it? Anyway, it’s probably like that, no one cares about the colorful things. Remember when it came to this year, someone sent an article Congratulations to the emperor with a four-six-six-sixth congratulatory message to the emperor, and the last batch of imperial pens: It's all bullshit. This is a joke in the world, so don't learn it."
"Then do you have any other books besides the secret book?"
"Does it count as a story? The founding history?"
"Well, just barely count."
Xue Mu suddenly felt that maybe the literacy rate in this world is horribly high. After all, everyone has a need for secret books, and the level of reading comprehension is probably not low. He is definitely not illiterate as he originally thought. It's just that they only use words as the condition and carrier of martial arts, pay attention to practical value, and have not developed into literature. They think that the beautiful words are meaningless at all. In this kind of world atmosphere, literature is probably the most partial subject. Poetry and poetry are basically at the stage of folk songs and folk songs, while popular novels have not yet been developed.
Xue Mu thinks the world is getting more interesting...their textual pragmatism is actually quite reasonable, but people in this world don't seem to realize that playing with text can also cause special effects that are not inferior to charm, and text is terrifying. The brainwashing effect of dissemination is difficult to achieve in other ways-Xue Mu does not care about literature. In his profession, what he thinks of is called propaganda.
They argued among a hundred schools of thought, but they didn't discover the role of text propaganda. Especially this sect who sits on singing, dancing and fetishism, does not know that it does not take advantage of its advantages to operate and promote, and superstar endorsements, but it is only treated as an accompanying discipline of martial arts.
No, they also have superstars, and the superstar is Xue Qingqiu. If someone worshipped the mountain gate, or someone was willing to learn about Xingyuezong's Tao, Xue Qingqiu's appeal accounted for at least ninety-nine percent. Is this the reason why they kept climbing the martial arts?
Still the same sentence, different routes lead to the same goal. It's just that people in this world think that only strength is the foundation of everything, which is true in nature, but it's too rigid.
Xue Mu even felt that with the foundation of the Xingyue Sect, if it was handed over to himself to operate, there would be too many tricks, and it might be possible to bring earth-shaking changes to the world within a few years.
Pull the whole world to the rhythm that you are good at, and then use a wealth of experience to defeat them, maybe this is what a traverser really should do?
Xue Mu looked downstairs, there were few guests in the lobby. Someone held their arms around the prostitute who accompany the wine while gesturing moves, and even the prostitute would stretch out his slender hand and bang two strokes with him. Accompanied by the leisurely silk and bamboo, the scene was so funny that Xue Mu couldn't help laughing out loud.
It's really an interesting world, and it's getting more and more interesting.
At this time, Meng Lan brought a wooden plate and walked in. There were a few dishes and a pot of wine on the plate. Yue Xiaochan looked at her with a smile but a smile: "Why do you want you to serve the food yourself? Did you fall in love with our son Xue?"
Meng Lan pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Young Sect Master is here, of course, we can't let those clumsy servants disturb Yaxing."
Xue Mu tasted the food and it tasted good. It seems that the basic things like appetite will develop quickly everywhere...
The wine is even better... the entrance is silky and soft, with a mellow aroma that penetrates the lungs, although the degree is not high, but the quaint charm quietly diffuses, clearly in the elegant room, but it makes Xue Mu feel like he is in a mountain stream, and the clear spring is flowing. , The effect is very fantasy.
After all, this world has a fantasy color, and some things cannot be considered by common sense after all.
Over there, Yue Xiaochan seemed to be in a bad mood. He moved his chopsticks a few times at random and then put it aside. He sighed and said, "Master went to six doors and I don't know what's going on."
Meng Lan smiled and said: "If the Sect Master personally takes action, there is naturally nothing impossible in the world."
Yue Xiaochan glanced at her: "Everyone knows that Xiahoudi's brain is not normal. It is meaningless to say such nice words, Senior Sister."
Menglan seemed a little embarrassed, bowed her head and said nothing.
Yue Xiaochan said again: "When I was young, I remember that Senior Sister was not a fondness before, otherwise she might have entered the inner gate long ago... This time seeing you is very different..."
Meng Lan remained silent.
At this moment, even Xue Mu, who bowed his head and immersed himself in otherworldly delicacies, looked up at her. Compared with the previous hook-ups, Menglan at this moment really looks like a completely different person. His silence surprised him. The charming Menglan seemed to be nothing but surprise in his dreams. Hung glanced.
Their sect, everyone really has a thousand faces, does Xingyue mean fickle?