A small Taoist suddenly appeared on the stage, and the audience was suddenly silent, and the pavilion was as silent as death.

Xiaodao crawled up and rubbed his aching buttocks. Standing awkwardly in the center of a pile of pianos, chess, calligraphy and paintings, he hated the short swordsman who had stolen from the bow of the ship.

The audience began to talk about it, and most people waited to see the joke.

"This little real person, are you just clubbing on the stage and doing nothing?" The question came, and it was the summons officer who presided over the competition.

The crossbowman hugged his fists around, and his mind flowed: What is this called, I can't imagine that Xiaodao also has today, so I can only bite the bullet, alas!

The crossbowman's eyes swept over the pile of things, thought about it, and finally walked to the table where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were arranged, and drew a few strokes on a picture scroll casually. After the painting, I didn't forget to mention the sentence above:

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know" - crossbowman

nodded with satisfaction, and then clasped his fist towards the left pavilion and said, "Lord Gou, Third Miss, the trail painting has been made, and the other three are not good at... Is it okay to leave? ”

Seeing that Gou Thorn Shi nodded in the pavilion, the crossbowman limped onto the bow of the boat where Brother Xiao was. I was too lazy to mess around with him anymore, slumped on the deck, without saying a word, Brother Xiao was also interested, there were no too exaggerated actions and words, and he pretended to comfort a few words, and instigated a few words before he was willing to calm down.

Someone on the stage put away the scroll and presented it to Miss Gou Jiasan.

The third lady looked at this, and the expression on her face was complicated...

Someone on the stage has begun to take the stage, it is a handsome little student, someone comes to hold his own family, "The contemptible Xiangguo Pavilion Zheng Jia Zheng Qi is long, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all a little better, I have been in love with Miss San for a long time, and I came to offer an ugly one today." ”

Someone in the audience recognized this son as the young son of the Zheng family, one of the four powerful lords of the Xiangguo Pavilion. When the discussion came, Gou Tingshi heard it, his face changed slightly, but he didn't want to say anything, and after waving his hand to signal the start, his eyes were fixed on Bao Shili who looked playful on the other side.

In fact, few people present knew that the Zheng family of the Xiangguo Pavilion had become one of the four heroes in the Xiangguo Pavilion when the history of the assassination had not yet come out.

This person is not here for the three daughters of the Bao family, but for the third lady of the Gou family, which is a bit intriguing.

Zheng Qichang began to show his so-called knowledge of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, first lifting the pen to paint, and then turning to the rice paper table to chant poems, so leisurely, attracting the audience to applaud again and again. Then the sound of the flute was even louder than everyone present, "blow well". When he arrived at the chess table, he made a difficulty, and he hugged his fist to the crowd, "Fellow knights of the rivers and lakes, there are those who are proficient in the art of chess, please come to the stage and compete." ”

As soon as the words were finished, there was a white-bearded old man in the crowd slowly walked up to the stage, the old man glanced at the people present, numb his beard, and smiled at the third lady in the pavilion, "The old man is just passing by to see the excitement, I heard that the juniors want to find someone to compete on the chess road, and my heart is itching, I don't know if the third lady can allow the old man to walk on a game here." ”

Gou Su heard the old man's question, hurriedly stood up, and replied dignifiedly, "Old gentleman, is that Yanli Murong Huahai, a chess player who is widely circulated among the people?" The old man smiled and nodded, and some people in the audience began to sigh. Even the two Assassins stood up and saluted the old man.

A hint of surprise flowed in Gou Su's eyes, "Since it is the old gentleman who is here in person, the little girl is deeply honored, let alone a plate." As long as the old gentleman is willing, you can go down until you are satisfied. ”

The old man was also not polite, and said to the crowd in the audience, "You juniors, the old man will walk with him today, although he will let the horse come." With that, the old man sat down at the chess table.

It is said to be sitting, but it is actually the kind of semi-lying.

Gou Su originally just said tentatively and casually, but when he saw that the old gentleman agreed, he was immediately overjoyed, and said a few words to the maid beside him, and the maid hurriedly passed the words to the summoning officer, and the summoning officer's voice sounded, "The third lady has a word, whoever chooses chess, if he can level the old Mr. Murong, he will directly enter the next round..."

"Someone, make tea for the old gentleman and hold an umbrella." The summons officer then shouted that the maid had arrived with tea utensils and parasols.

Zheng Changqi's face was quite ugly, forced out a smile, and sat tremblingly on the opposite side of the chess table.

The bow crossbowman had been pondering a question: why was the old man's voice so familiar, and he seemed to have heard it somewhere. asked Brother Xiao beside him, "Big brother, do you know the origin of this old man?" ”

Brother Xiao looked at the chess game that had already begun, and replied casually, "Old man Murong, Yan Liren's clan, everyone who went out of the chess path of Jingyuntai in the Northern League, has been exploring the chess path between the mountains and fields of various countries all the year round, and I can't imagine that I have arrived in this Bazhou now." ”

The crossbow man nodded, he had heard a little about the Jingyuntai of the Northern Alliance, and he had heard the fifth senior brother talk about it at the beginning. Jingyuntai is a mysterious existence in the Northern League, does not belong to the countries, independent of the world, the people in the door are all characters who see the head of the dragon and do not see the end, but as long as they are born, they must have world-famous achievements.

The situation in the chess game changed, but the old man Murong was extremely leisurely, drinking tea and teasing the maid.

On the other hand, Zheng Qichang had beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from his forehead.

Although it is early winter in November, Bazhou is close to southern Xinjiang, and it is after noon, the temperature is naturally much higher than that of Zhucheng in the north of Yanli, and the sun is quite scorching. But as a young and strong offspring, it will not be like this, and the maids who hold umbrellas and make tea can bear it, not to mention that you are a big man.

Seeing Zheng Qi look like this, in the crowd of onlookers, who originally wanted to talk about chess, their hearts began to retreat.

The old man is also a senior, and he didn't open his mouth to urge. But the people in the audience couldn't sit still, and someone spoke,

"Just wait like this, you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey..."

"Yes, yes, if Zheng Gongzi can't do it, he will quickly admit defeat..."

When the summoner heard the crowd complaining, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the Zheng family who was "ignoring the things outside the window", and hurriedly walked towards the pavilion.

After some conversation, he shouted to the crowd in the audience: "After discussion, it has been decided that the person who chooses the chess path will wait, and the other person who chooses can be displayed on the stage first, and the calligraphy and painting will be signed, and the musical instrument will be reported to the family." ”

The crowd had long been reluctant to take the stage, and began to take the stage one by one, mostly young talents who had been painting and calligraphy, and they went away in style. It shows the "spirit of a scholar". A handful of people who are proficient in musical instruments are also satisfied with their performances.

The chess table has been moved to the official ship, and it does not have much impact on the people who gamble. When it came to giving Brother Xiao a chance to feast his eyes, the crossbowman was confused.

That Zheng Qichang only walked more than 20 steps, and he was defeated, and the people who boarded the ship later seemed to be worse than him, and even worse, he would be defeated within ten steps.

In the end, no one dared to come aboard the ship again. On a whim, Brother Xiao stubbornly pestered the old man, saying that he wanted to learn the art of chess with him, but the old man couldn't bear to praise it, so he reluctantly agreed.

The competition on the stage was almost underway, and the summoning officer's voice sounded, "Everyone, the first round of the competition is coming to an end, please come to the stage quickly if you still want to give it a try, and you won't wait for it." Seeing that no one was on the stage again, he continued: "The first round of the third lady's son-in-law is officially over, you have to wait for a while, and the results will be announced later." The top ten works of calligraphy, calligraphy and painting will also be displayed for everyone to enjoy. If there is a discussant, please reason with Lord Sun, the commander of the Northern Tyrant Protectorate. ”

With that, he smiled.

Whoever in the audience doesn't know the prestige of this great commander Sun, and who dares to go to theorize, it is self-deprecating.

On the red carpet, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting objects were removed. There is a carved painting boat sailing here, it is a famous whispering boat in Bazhou, and it is also the palace of bliss for men in Bazhou.

For a while, the crowd didn't care about waiting any longer.

Half an hour later, the singer left. In front of the stage, there are red lists, calligraphy and painting lists announced.

The crossbow man planned to invite Brother Xiao to take a look, after all, he had made a deputy "Hundred Birds and Phoenix".

Brother Xiao was annoyed that he had said that he wanted to learn the art of chess, sitting opposite the old man, scratching his ears and cheeks, and when he heard the crossbowman say, he borrowed the slope to go down the road, and took a step of dead chess indiscriminately, and said in his mouth, "Old man, Xiao boy sees that you are of such a grade, and he doesn't want to refute your face, so I will go here today, and I will have the opportunity to ask for advice or two." ”

The old man smiled wrinkledly, too lazy to entangle with him, and replied, "The old man is not interesting, why don't you go with the two of you." ”

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Before the red list, an old man looked at the so-called "White Bird and Phoenix" picture on the painting list and sighed, while the short swordsman on the side laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and the people around him also sneered and pointed. There was only a trail left in the middle, staring at the painting he had made, unable to understand what was wrong in the middle.

I saw that the "white bird and phoenix" stood in the first place on the list, the phoenix made on the painting was like a grass chicken, three or four strokes were pointed, and the hundred birds were made of countless ink dots, and they were bent together in a group, so lively. There was a single one before the bird.,I don't know what the author thinks.,Is it thinking of himself as the one that comes out alone.,It's not reasonable.,It's just a ink spot that comes out alone.。

The only thing that is eye-catching is the pen, which is written a bit like a real bird and a phoenix.

With this shit painting style, it's no wonder that it attracts countless laughs.

How can the crossbow man guess the thoughts of others, you laugh at yours, since the painting is from my hand, then there is a reason for its existence. As for the black spot, it was simply my own unintentional fault. Why are you so confused, you can't figure out whether you can be on the list, or the first on the list.

When I looked closely, I finally noticed that there were more lines of small print underneath the paintings I had made, and the same was true for the other paintings. It should be the comment of Miss Gou Jiasan, and the crossbow man slowly read out from his mouth, "Although the painting is brief, the meaning is profound, and everyone in the literary world cannot generalize about it." ”

Such evaluations immediately raised the painting by dozens of grades. Also, in today's literary circles of various countries, hundreds of schools of thought are competing, and some of the calligraphy and painting posts made by everyone are not as good as the scribbles of a three-year-old child in the eyes of ordinary people, but they can become famous in turn. It can be said that "the world is declining, and the people's hearts are not ancient", but no one dares to refute it, and some are assassinated in the cradle.

The crossbowman is called a depression.

"Look, brother, your name is also on the red list." Brother Xiao shouted at him. The crossbow man listened to the prestige, only to see that the red list was the word "crossbowman" at the end, and he didn't look too much just now, just glanced at the top three in front of him, and was attracted by the discussion of the painting list.

It's okay now, I got on the two lists in a row, and I also advanced to the next round of competition, which is really a "big surprise".

The people around began to congratulate the people who had been promoted, but when it came to the crossbowman, it was mostly a bit of yin and yang. I could only cry silently.

Brother Xiao and Old Man Murong were on the red list before, you and I had a good chat. I have somewhat forgotten the feeling of the trail behind me.

Suddenly, a person walked down on the high platform, it was Commander Sun Da, and the onlookers scattered a way, he came to the crossbowman, and said, "Crossbow brother, my master is invited." ”

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