Long Xiangtian just stood there quietly watching the old man write. Although he couldn't see clearly what the old man was writing, he didn't want to disturb him.
He had felt this sense of naturalness before, but only when he was studying spearmanship in the past.
Suddenly, the old man put down his pen, let out a long breath, and looked at his own words with pride in his eyes.
"Are you a new scholar?" The old man raised his head and saw Long Xiangtian, but he was not surprised, as if he had known that Long Xiangtian was coming.
"I wonder what the old man wants to talk to me about?" Long Xiangtian bowed slightly. He always felt that this old man was extraordinary.
"Come and look at my calligraphy." The old man did not explain to Long Xiangtian, but asked Long Xiangtian to look at his calligraphy.
Long Xiangtian nodded, then walked to the old man and began to admire the words in front of him.
The cold wind blows the trees cold, the thin clothes make people sad. I don't think about the world, I just feel at ease.
However, this short poem, which only expresses one's leisurely and carefree nature and indifference to worldly affairs, has been sublimated by the old man's pen.
Even though Long Xiangtian was not a real scholar and did not know how to appreciate calligraphy and painting, he could still see the sense of vicissitudes contained in the words.
Although this word was written by an old man, each stroke was extremely sharp and powerful. If you don't know, you would definitely think that this word was written by a general who conquered the world.
"Why is that?" The old man stood aside, waiting for Long Xiangtian to make his comment.
"The poem is good, and the calligraphy is good, but the two together are not good." Long Xiangtian shook his head, full of regret.
"Why is that?" A gleam of light flashed in the old man's eyes when he heard Long Xiangtian's words, but he concealed it well.
"How can a writer who wants to fight for the world write such a quiet and elegant poem? How can a poem be considered a masterpiece if it is incompatible with the words?"
"He's just an old man. How could he want to conquer the world?" After hearing what Long Xiangtian said, the old man was stunned for a moment before shaking his head, as if he did not agree with Long Xiangtian's words.
"Then the old man didn't say anything, but you don't have much time left." After saying this, Long Xiangtian was about to leave.
"Wait." The old man stopped Long Xiangtian and said, "Why do you think I don't have much time left?"
"You should be a general of the East Emperor's old army. Now that the East Emperor has passed away, where do you find so much time?" Long Xiangtian simply found a chair and sat down.
"It's true that you are loyal to the East Emperor, but now that the East Emperor is dead, haven't you become the target of public criticism?"
"You are an old general. The entire military force of the East Emperor City is in your hands. With the loyalty of those people in the mansion to you, even if you want to rebel, it is not impossible."
"Tell me, who would want to let such a person who holds their life in his hands live in this world?"
The old man shook his head after hearing what Long Xiangtian said, and he was not angry because of what Long Xiangtian said: "You are wrong, they will not kill me, nor dare to, or at least no one dares to touch me before the Zhuifeng Sect is destroyed."
At this moment, the two of them were like a pair of competing politicians. There was no right or wrong, no taboos, they just talked about what they thought in their hearts, regardless of anything else.
However, this was only on the surface. Long Xiangtian knew that what the old man talked about with him was not something that could be discussed casually. He was afraid that if he did not give the old man a satisfactory answer, the old man would never be willing to let him leave alive.
Long Xiangtian finally understood why the general was looking for scholars with no accomplishments. First, scholars generally have some unique insights in politics. Second, scholars with no accomplishments are safer. If they want to kill them, they can be killed without worrying about anything being leaked.
But the old man was wrong this time, he was not the kind of weak scholar who could be bullied by others.
However, Long Xiangtian did not plan to leave immediately, but planned to continue chatting with the old man. He saw an opportunity in the old man, an opportunity to make the old man follow him.
"No one dares to touch you, but that's just the case now. Even if you help them climb back to the top of Dongyu, what's the use? The rabbit is dead and the dog is abandoned. How long do you think you can live?"
"Even if you have a group of extremely loyal soldiers at your disposal, it doesn't matter. That's not a reason for them not to kill you."
The old man fell silent after hearing Long Xiangtian's words. After a moment, he spoke again: "Who are you? These words should not come from the mouth of a weak scholar."
"Who do you think I am?" Long Xiangtian asked instead of answering.
"You don't look like a member of the Zhuifeng Sect." The old man hesitated for a moment. He thought that Long Xiangtian was from the Zhuifeng Sect, but he felt that the young man in front of him was someone he couldn't see through. He believed that the Zhuifeng Sect did not have such a genius.
But if he wasn't from the Wind Chasing Sect, then what kind of power could he be? He didn't recognize me and mistook me for a general, but he was calm and composed in front of me, without any sign of nervousness.
The old man had seen this kind of concentration before, but it was a little special to see it in a young man who was less than 20 years old.
Moreover, the old man could not sense any profound power or even aura in Long Xiangtian's body. Although he was not a cultivator, things like momentum and profound power were not easy to hide.
The old man did not believe in Long Xiangtian's identity as a weak scholar. In his opinion, Long Xiangtian's indifference and insights into worldly affairs were not something an ordinary scholar could achieve.
But I was unfamiliar with his face, and he didn't even know that he was not a general. This only proved that he was not the genius of Dongyu.
The old man suddenly remembered another thing, the mysterious force that caused quite a stir in Dongyu. Their mansion had investigated it before, but found nothing. Now it seems to be interesting.
"I wonder if you have heard about the mysterious force that has recently emerged from Dongyu?" the old man asked tentatively.
"Oh? This is quite interesting."
Long Xiangtian nodded with emotion, as if he had just learned about this matter.
However, his heart was not as calm as his appearance showed. Instead, he paid more and more attention to the old man in front of him.
The old man just chatted with me for a while, but he was able to guess my approximate identity from my words and actions. It can be seen that although the old man appears to be kind and amiable, he is actually a very tricky person.
Long Xiangtian had no idea that the old man in front of him was not a general at all, and this was his biggest flaw.
Or he was misled by a kind of habitual thinking, thinking that the person who was respected by so many soldiers must be General Dongyu. Unfortunately, his cleverness backfired.
The old man was not surprised at all when he saw Long Xiangtian's reaction. In his opinion, if Long Xiangtian admitted it, there would be something fishy.