"Inviting everyone to come this time, I think everyone knows that Xiaoxiang and Lingnan are selected as disciples outside the sect, as we all know, the selection of disciples outside the sect does not depend on strength and age, all we care about is talent!"

"And the best way to show the talent of a pianist is the grasp of the music, and the fact that you can be selected among the others is enough to prove that you are already the best among them. However, the selection of disciples outside the sect has always been very harsh, and I, the two sects of Xiaoxiang and Lingnan, would rather not choose than rashly admit a disciple who is not very satisfied. So, for the rest of the day, please give it your all, because we're only listening to each of you play one piece, so let's start with this luthier, right?"

When the old man finished speaking, he raised his hand and gestured to one of the luthiers sitting at the front, who was one of the last three luthiers to come.

After being ordered, the violinist began to untie the guqin and play.

The strings are plucked, this pianist plays a clear and smooth tune, from the point of view of the music style, it is more inclined to the Xiaoxiang faction, Ye Xianglun saw that the old man on the left heard the piano music, his eyebrows moved slightly, and his originally slender eyes were more like a line on his face under the squinting of his eyes.

"Presumably this is the head of the Xiaoxiang Sect!" Ye Xianglun saw that this old man had been squinting his eyes since he entered the hall, and he had never looked at the piano master in the audience, and he couldn't help but put an arrogant prejudice on this old man.

After the tea, the pianist finished playing, Ye Xianglun heard that the pianist seemed to be extremely interested in the title of a disciple outside the sect, and he was obviously a little nervous when playing, and there would be some unnatural trills mixed in the tune, which made people feel a little goosebumps when they heard it. But after throwing away this flaw, this person should have the strength below Mi Ze in terms of fingering attainments.

"Hmm...... Next!" After the violinist played, the old man on the left still squinted his eyes, his fingers tapped on the table top of the Eight Immortals Table, and his face was unwavering.

"Yes!"

After another pianist answered, he began to pluck the strings and play, this pianist was similar to the pianist just now, but there was a slight hint of chanting fingering when playing, after hearing the trill, the old man on the right eyelid jumped slightly, and then the rough fingers habitually touched his nose.

Ye Xianglun found that the old man on the right had a wide nose and thick eyebrows, and he looked like a short-tempered character, and when he heard the violinist's next playing, he seemed to be watching an uncompetitive disciple perfunctory in front of him, ignoring the pianist's pleasant playing, his eyes were full of anger.

"Stop! next ......" When the old man's anger reached a certain limit, the old man finally couldn't help but speak.

......

After another disciple finished playing, the old man on the left squinted his eyes and shook his head and sighed, "It seems that our requirements for disciples outside the sect are still too harsh!"

Next, it was time for the young man who claimed to be the fiancé of Miss Mu Qing to play.

The strings were plucked, Ye Xianglun listened carefully, and found that this young man was a grade better than the previous three violinists in terms of music selection, fingering, and rhythm, and the old man on the stage who should be the head of the Xiaoxiang Sect finally began to open his eyes slightly, obviously the young man's talent had attracted the attention of the old man.

After the young man played, the two masters were silent, it should be that the young man had not yet reached the point where he would be admitted immediately, so he did not express his opinion for a while.

Immediately afterwards, it was Huangfu Yan next to Ye Xianglun who played.

Huangfu Yan was originally born in the Jiuzhi Sect, and his mastery of Yinyu fingering was quite proficient, and after only a few tunes, the two masters on the stage were staring wide-eyed, and it could be seen from the eyes and the corners of his mouth that this violinist was still quite satisfactory to them.

Next, the old man on the right glanced at the old man on the left with a smug face, and showed a smile that seemed to have triumphed, obviously, Huangfu Yan's style of music was closer to the Lingnan sect, in comparison, the old man on the left shook his head and showed a look of regret.

"Good!"

When Huangfu Yan finished playing, the old man on the right couldn't help but shout.

"Next!"

Hearing the applause of the old man beside him, the old man on the left glanced at him with disdain and said coldly.

"Next?"

Hearing that no one was playing in the audience, the old man on the left frowned and raised his tone.

After being lightly pounded by Huangfu Yan, Ye Xianglun realized that it was time to play by himself, perhaps because he was deeply stimulated by the young man, and at this moment Ye Xianglun's heart was full of Mu Qing's shadow.

"Zheng—"

Although he knew that he should play by himself, Ye Xianglun's heart was blank at this moment, and he didn't know how to start for a while.

"Zheng-Zheng-Zheng————"

"Zheng-Zheng-Zheng————"

Under the ethereal heart, Ye Xianglun unconsciously played the prelude to "Chrysanthemum Terrace", perhaps, this sad piece of music can perfectly express his mood at the moment.

The melancholy, rhythmic and melody of this piece of music that differed from the traditional qin music immediately attracted the attention of the five disciples in the audience.

"What? The guqin can still be played like this!"

"What's this key?"

"Your tears are weak and wounded......"

With the end of a prelude that amazed the audience, when Ye Xianglun's voice was like a lost soul, everyone's discussion stopped abruptly.

"The miserable white moon bends, hooking the ...... past"

“......”

“......”

"Leave me alone on the surface of the lake in pairs......"

It wasn't until Ye Xianglun's last string slowly stopped that everyone seemed to dare to take a breath.

"This ...... Can you still play like that?"

"What is it about this piece of music that is completely contrary to the rules of the composition, but it makes people listen so smoothly?"

"Especially his ingenious singing and playing at the same time, it simply adds a notch to the music!"

The first three luthiers to play expressed their own amazement.

At the same time, the "rival in love" young man and Huangfu Yan beside Ye Xianglun also looked at him with surprised eyes, although they did not speak, but they could still see from their expressions that they were deeply impressed by Ye Xianglun's track.

"If the old man didn't guess wrong, this Your Excellency should be Ye Xianglun's Ye benefactor who has been recommended by Mi Taishou many times?" The old man with slender eyes on the left stared at Ye Xianglun with his copper bell-like eyes after the music ended.

"It turns out that your old guy's eyes can be so wide, so why do you always look at people in your eyes!" Ye Xianglun complained in his heart, and said: "If Mi Taishou didn't order others, then it should be down!"

"Hahahaha, Old Liang, what do you say now!" The old man on the left rubbed his palms as if he had won the lottery, and said to the old man beside him with a smile.

"Hmph, what's there to say, count yourself lucky! This name is ...... Huangfu Yan's violinist, please go out with me!" The old man on the right glanced at the roster, gestured to Huangfu Yan with his hand, and quickly walked out of the hall through the front door.

"The other violinists should go back first, I have something to talk about with this Ye Shi. ”

After Ye Xianglun saw Huangfu Yan get up and walk out with the old man surnamed Liang, in front of the Eight Immortals table, the head of the Xiaoxiang Sect squinted his slender eyes again and said coldly to everyone under the table.

"What?"

Hearing that he was expelled from the hall, the "rival in love" young man next to Ye Xianglun slapped the table and got up abruptly with some difficulty accepting the reality, but when he saw the dissatisfied eyes of the old man staring at him on the stage, he immediately withered, and obediently followed the three pianists out of the hall.

"Fiancée, fiancée, is Miss Mu really already belonging? No! Miss Mu will definitely not like someone like him, she must have been coerced by her father, yes, it must be like this......" When all the people in the hall left, Ye Xianglun was still haunted by the words that the young man said in his heart.