"Hehe, Liu Yuan has praised it, Ouyang Gongzi's swordsmanship under your academy is the top of the four academies, and there are few outstanding swordsmanship among the disciples of my Hanmo Academy in recent years, and a few good ones can't compare to Ouyang Gongzi's exquisite swordsmanship.

Shang Qinghan smiled modestly and praised without hesitation, it is true that among the four major academies in recent years, Ouyang Yi of Jinxuan Academy has the best swordsmanship.

"Although Yi'er's swordsmanship is good, but there are people outside the world, and there are people outside the world, and there are days outside the world, and it is not necessarily better in the future in the four major academies, and the Hanmo Academy has recruited so many new disciples this year, there must be good seedlings. And how many literati dancers are from your Hanmo Academy, Brother Qinghan should not be modest" Liu Zhiyuan, the academy guard of Jinxuan Academy.

"Yes, what the master said is that the swordsmanship under the lower level is only one of all the best, and Uncle Shangyuan Shou is in love." Ouyang Yi, known as the son of Xiaoyao, created his own Xiaoyao swordsmanship, especially likes to play, has a humorous nature, and does not like restraint, and his master is Liu Zhiyuan.

"Ouyang Xian's nephew, he is not arrogant or impatient, he is young and successful, and he can still be so modest and polite, okay, hehehe" Shang Qinghan looked at the young man in front of him, polite, not arrogant, not impatient, and liked it very much.

A long and beautiful sound of the piano drew the attention of the audience who were talking to the stage. The people on the stage saw that everyone was looking at them, smiled proudly, and continued their dance, the sky blue hundred yarn brocade clothes surrounded by the gentle moonlight, even more soft and moving.

With that beautiful movement and pleasant sound, it is really beautiful and moving.

Wen Han, who had never spoken, also looked at the stage and seriously appreciated the dance, but he couldn't tell whether he liked it or didn't like it on his face. And Juechen has a beautiful expression with his eyes closed.

Dust Stream was sitting and drinking wine, brushing his beard from time to time and glancing at the stage.

In a quiet corner, a man dressed in white, lazily leaning back on a chair, drinking wine alone, with no expression on his face, just like his clothes, gave people a sense of arrogance and self-appreciation, but not indifferent.

"Well, what a beautiful dance, it's eye-catching." The people under the stage expressed their praise for the dance.

"Really good"

Looking at everyone's performance, Wen Su'er, who was playing the piano on the side, smiled proudly, very satisfied that everyone had such a performance, as if it was in her expectation. She was still very sure about her cousin's dance, but her face darkened when she heard the words of an old man.

"The dance is not the best, the piano sound is not bad, but it lacks emotion, and it is still the old man Wen's more aura." Juechen shook his head with some disgust and said how he felt. The people around were surprised by Jiechen's words, but Jiechen ignored everyone's surprise and drank by himself.

"Why, the absolute old-timers are like this, but it is not good to say that it is not good to save face?" Ouyang Yi asked as if he was asking himself, and whispered.

"Because he's seen the best dance, and as for the sound of the piano, hehe, look at the old man in gray clothes sitting to his right. His piano skills are rare in the world, and he listens to music every day and he himself loves and understands music, of course, it can't be easy things to get into his eyes," Li Zongyou, the ward of Yiyun Academy.

"Oh, I see, thank you so much for Uncle Li's explanation." Ouyang Yi suddenly realized.

"Hehe, no thanks." Li Zongyou is not a bit approachable.

"Oh, I said that you will be right with the old man, it's good to have you watch. Usually I can't watch the show properly after listening to Old Man Wen's piano too much, and nothing can enter your ears. Dust Stream smiled elegantly and advised Jie Chenliu to keep a low profile.

But you can't blame him, you can do anything, but for music, he just won't.

The moonlight is thick, but it is still brightly lit in the Wanzhu Garden, the bright moonlight shines on the earth, and the slight breeze blows through makes people feel very comfortable.