Almost everyone's eyes were full of shock, Zhao Mian'er's hands under the sleeves were clenched tightly, looking at Chen Jinnian's beautiful eyes as if they were highly poisonous.

Why? Why is she here?! The past that I finally forgot, the wound that I finally healed...... It was uncovered without warning.

A trace of hideousness appeared on Zhao Mian'er's beautiful face, she stared at Chen Jingnian with wide eyes, and resisted the urge to step forward and tear her apart.

"The sound of the piano is melodious and pleasant, and the sound hits the tip of the heart, it is really a rare good piano skill, this person can indeed compete with the Mian'er girl." A middle-aged man with a kind face spoke slowly, and reached out to stroke a few silver-white beards that he had brought with him.

"Zhong Lao is right, the sound of this piano is also exquisite, and it is not bad compared to Miss Mian'er." As soon as Zhong Lao spoke, the people next to him hurriedly flattered.

Just kidding, who is Zhong Lao? That's a well-known qin saint in the spiritual cultivation world, who can kill people invisibly with qin music, you watched him smile and play the piano for you one second, and the next second you may die in the sound of his piano!

Zhong Lao walked up to Chen Jinnian and said with a light smile: "Little brother, you can stop, I will preside over the competition between you and Miss Mian'er?" He reached out and brushed the strings, which were still ringing for a moment and then vanished.

Raising his eyes suspiciously, Chen Jinnian saw that Zhong Lao, who was smiling, was still waiting for her next step.

The people around her saw that she was silent, and hurriedly urged: "What does this son think?" This is the Piano Saint! Say yes! ”

"Yes, little boy, Qin Sheng is a referee for the two of you, and that is a blessing for the three of you."

"Say yes!"

Seeing that the people around were so anxious, under their urging, Chen Jinnian hugged the qin and bowed slightly to Zhong Lao, "Then there will be Lao Zhong." ”

Chen Jinnian did not call Zhong Lao the Qin Sheng, because when others mentioned the word Qin Sheng, she was keenly aware of the disdain and dislike that flashed in Zhong Lao's eyes.

Seeing that Zhong Lao nodded with satisfaction, Chen Jinnian slowly followed behind Zhong Lao with the guqin.

"Go and clean up over there, and give them a place to compete." Zhong Lao stretched out his finger and pointed to the place where the piano had been sold out and only the piano shelf remained.

The people of the Qixian Pavilion were almost obedient to Zhong Lao, and as soon as he gave the order, they quickly emptied the area he was pointing to and put two piano stands.

Zhao Mian'er had already recovered her appearance as an elegant pianist, turned her head to look at Chen Jinnian, who was also sitting upright, and smiled gently and gracefully.

After politely smiling back, the two looked at Zhong Lao in unison.

"May I ask Mr. Zhong, how do the two of us compare?" Zhao Mian'er asked first.

Then I saw Zhong Lao take a sip of tea, and seemed to think for a moment before replying: "With the names of the two of you as the title, the little brother plays a song that can make people feel the mian, and the girl Mian'er plays a song that makes people feel the brocade, and everyone present is the judge." ”

"Cotton? Tenderness, I will take this as the theme. Chen Jinnian immediately decided on the name of the song, and then looped a few tunes in his head.

As for Zhao Mian'er, she was stumped by the word "brocade", brocade, flowers? There have been a lot of prosperous Jin songs for thousands of years, but there are too many, and there are many fewer tunes she can choose.

Similar to her predecessors, it is inevitable that people will feel that she, the first pianist, is in vain, and after thinking about it for a long time, she still has the same expression on her face.

She said slowly: "Then I will take the theme of returning home." His eyes swept softly around, lowered his eyes, dipped his pen in ink a little, and then lifted his pen and dropped many pieces of music.

Chen Jinnian didn't touch the pen and ink next to her at all, she couldn't say that she couldn't write, right? Nanqiong's characters are very different from Dongqi, although the pronunciation is the same, she has never touched a pen in a hundred years.

But if he writes in public with spiritual power, it seems very strange to him, after all, Zhao Mian'er is a model of talent when she writes scores.

Slowly make up the tune in my heart, and it is not revealed on my face.

This moment it can be seen that these onlookers are a little despised, and they are whispering over there.

"This little boy can't be proficient in playing music and can't arrange music, right?"

"I think it's the same, if you are young, you can't get on the stage, so you have to look up to Zhong Lao, otherwise there will be no chance to go on stage."

"In this way, in fact, the song he just made lacked the spirit of energy, as if he was practicing this one."

Although the voice of the conversation was very small, none of the cultivators present had extraordinary ear power, and they could hear every word clearly.

Seeing that most of these people were sneering, Chen Jinnian was indeed ruthlessly turning the fine pen that was not stained with ink.

Zhao Mian'er, who was writing down the next sheet of music, glanced at Chen Jinnian quietly, and saw that she didn't move at all, and her heart was already clear.

I'm afraid that I just won it, and I haven't learned how to write the words of this Nanqiong yet!

Zhao Mian'er covered all her hatred in her lowered eyes, and her beautiful handwriting looked very pleasing to the eye.

After all the scores were sorted out, they were neatly placed on the tray and presented to Zhong Lao by the subordinates of the Qixian Pavilion.

Zhong Lao took the score with a smile, watched it carefully for a while, and then said: "It's good, it's just that Miss Mian'er has been in a bad mood recently?" There is a bit of urgency in these places. ”

Zhao Mian'er's hand hidden in her sleeve clenched and loosened slightly, and said softly and gently: "Recently, I have been a little troubled, so that Zhong Lao has been effective." He lowered his eyes a little apologetically.

It attracted the pity of many literati, who praised Zhao Mian'er or comforted her.

In the pavilion, which was not noisy, there was a sound of footsteps, and as soon as everyone turned their heads, they saw a girl wearing a lake blue power suit walking in with a food box in her hand, which looked a little out of place compared to those holding musical instruments or pens.

At a glance, Quicksand saw his master sitting there bored, spinning his pen, and walking over quickly.

"I couldn't find you in the room, and I happened to meet the landlord who came back to pick up the piano, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some snacks and send them over."

The corners of Chen Jinnian's lips raised a slight smile, quicksand is not good at words, and will only treat her in the best way she thinks is best, she really likes this woman damnly, and she has been designated in her previous life to send her heavenly treasures every day and hold her.

Seeing the smile on Chen Jinnian's face, quicksand skillfully put the dim sum in the food box aside.

If it is an ordinary precious pastry, it will be looked down upon on this occasion, but the quicksand brings good things that are hard to find in the first floor.

Just when it comes out of the food box, it faintly exudes a fruity fragrance containing spiritual power, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

Chen Jinnian squinted at Zhong Lao and found that his obsidian-bright pupils were staring at the pastry in his hand at this time.

His eyes motioned for quicksand to take a plate over, and took another plate and brought it to Zhao Mian'er.

Zhong Lao looked at the quicksand standing in front of him with pastries, pointed to the empty position on the side and said, "Your master is going to compete in a while, you just wait here." ”

Zhong Lao, who was in a very good mood and never cared about the eyes of the world, did not notice at all that it was not appropriate to let an attendant sit next to a big man like him, but looked down on it as usual.

Perhaps everyone present couldn't have imagined that this middle-aged man with mysterious exercises and a kind but high-status man was actually a foodie.

The secret he has hidden in his heart for nearly a hundred years has actually been seen through by a little doll, and I don't know if he is getting old or the young people are getting more and more powerful.