Two rings, one south and one north.

What has changed is the ring from the south.

There stood a young man in a green coat.

The ancient rites need to be made with wide robes and large sleeves to look good, so in the big week, many people who will try the six arts to prepare for the ceremony will choose a more solemn outfit before taking the exam.

That's what the older man in the north ring did.

But although the young man in the south acted similarly to him, in fact, as soon as he came on stage, everyone noticed that his dress was much shabby, and he was only wearing the most ordinary cyan shirt, and the traces of washing were too heavy.

In other words, it's all about to be washed away.

Thanks to the young man's standard movements, everyone ignored this point for the time being.

But at this moment, accompanied by the crisp sound of the chimes in the music shed.

On the ring in the south, everyone saw a flower in front of them, as if they saw the big sleeves blowing through the sky.

Someone in the crowd snorted.

"Look, the kid to the south ......"

Someone muttered, starting with this sound, more and more people's eyes turned to the south, and then the realization was stuck and could not be taken back.

The young man in Tsing Yi, dressed in shabby, turned around, bowed down, and stretched his arms to the sky.

The sound of fluttering clothes sounded in everyone's ears.

Something seems wrong.

Someone in the stunned crowd struggled to look away at the north and exclaimed.

"That's not right!"

Yes, the action is not right.

As a cultivator, Duan Lizheng's vision is wider than that of ordinary people, and he can see two rings at the same time, but at this time, his gaze is almost pulled away by the southern ring.

Bounded by that chime.

The movements of the young man in Tsing Yi have changed, and the gap between them and the movements of the men in the north ring is getting bigger and bigger.

"This isn't a ritual......," said Youjuzi, staring at him and muttering, "Is it an older ritual?" ”

"It's not."

The girl's clear voice sounded.

Duan Lizheng looked sideways.

She was laughing.

A shallow smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Luan's mouth, staring at the young man in the south who was jumping on the stage like a blue bird.

"It's a ritual, but he's changed some of the movements."

Joined his own understanding.

"This ...... This is deviant! An elderly man who came to his senses shouted, "This is not a ceremony at all, this is not ......."

Nothing?

The bell rang again.

Boy, goodbye.

Obviously he has an unremarkable appearance and an unremarkable outfit, but he seems to be standing on top of the green mountain, with the breeze, facing the rhythm of the piano, with the pride of the Zhou people, praying to the sky.

In a square inch, but majestic.

In a trance, he seemed to see the great Confucian wearing a grass crown and wearing magnolia singing for him on the bank of the river.

"It's not right for him to do that......" the older gentlemen stubbornly muttered as they struggled to maintain their minds, "the courtesy officer will not give him a high score......

It was as if they were the last thing they could comfort themselves.

"Indeed," Duan Lizheng sighed as he looked at Zhu Luan's smile, his eyes a little sad.

This young man in Tsing Yi is indeed talented, but the Rite of the Six Arts, originally tested the degree of understanding and mastery of ancient rites, and unlike the other five arts, this young man's movements obviously deviated from the standard.

"I don't know how the ceremonial officer will decide." Duan Lizheng sighed.

"It doesn't matter." The girl beside him suddenly spoke, with a smile in her eyes, and looked at the bottom of the southern ring.

"Because some people have already made their choice."

Duan Lizheng followed her gaze, but was suddenly startled.

Not only the lifters on the inside, but also the audience seats in the outfield are divided into north and south, and at this time, most of the people have gathered in the south ring.

All the onlookers were about to be pulled away by the young man in Tsing Yi.

"It's the ring." Zhu Luan said.

The significance of the queen of heaven to create the ring competition is not only to create an atmosphere of competition, but also to give the audience the opportunity to choose.

Whoever can attract the people will have more people under the stage.

Yangchun Baixue was forcibly pulled to the people.

This is the practice of folk singing against the stage, and it is also a stain on the queen of heaven who was criticized by later generations.

But it was at this time that its significance was revealed.

"It's really the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

An old master looked at the people who were constantly rushing towards the southern ring, and scolded angrily.

But at this time, some young people waiting to take the stage were thoughtful.

"But...... It's really pretty. ”

Yes, it's pretty.

In the sound of ancient music, the ceremony entered the final stage, and everyone in the southern audience held their breath.

Even though some of the old movements were changed, the young man's gestures could feel the solemn dignity and solemnity.

The six arts are different from other subjects in the literary examination, and the so-called art must instill one's own emotions.

Otherwise, you won't be able to move people's hearts.

This sentence is not accepted by most people, that is, it used to not include a one-glance ceremony.

But this statement is indeed true.

Zhu Luan stared at the young man in Tsing Yi on the stage, he changed his movements, but he did not change his soul.

It also injected his own soul.

His movements are his words, his clear and loud voice, which is restrained and unrestrained.

"What's his name?" Zhu Luan looked at Duan Lizheng and asked.

Without waiting for Duan Lizheng to answer, there were other people in the crowd asking at this time.

At this time, people suddenly found out that when the teenager came to the stage, there was no one talking about him in the audience.

"He'......"

"It seems to be Qingzhou Xie Yuan......"

"It turned out to be a solution element? Why hasn't anyone mentioned ...... before?"

Everyone was surprised that this unknown young man was actually Xie Yuan, why didn't there be any splash before Xie Yuan?

At this moment, a contemptuous voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"It's just a wild seed!"

With this loud shout, the surrounding discussion suddenly started, and this insulting word can naturally attract the attention of all good deeds.

And in the midst of these discussions, Zhu Luan finally heard the name.

"I heard it seems to be called ...... Yan Li? ”

Zhu Luan's eyes flashed.

In the gossip of the people, the life experience of this young man in Tsing Yi also surfaced.

Juvenile celebrity ceremony.

It is Qingzhou Xie Yuan.

At the same time, this Qingzhou Xie Yuan is not a regular son, he is the concubine of the patriarch of the Yan clan in Qingzhou, and he is also rumored to be a wild species.

"Sure enough, it's chaotic in Qingzhou...... Such a person has become a ...... of understanding."

"So a place where etiquette collapses, and you actually choose a ...... ceremony"

There were whispers.

Zhu Luan's eyes were slightly condensed.

Qingzhou is the closest state in the Great Zhou Dynasty to the Houjin Palace.

After resisting the Jinwangting, the most famous Tieqing Great Wall is located in Qingzhou.

The environment in Qingzhou is harsh, and the people there are known for being fierce and rough.

In the eyes of the people of the other twelve states, it is no different from a mob.

"Don't talk about Qingzhou...... This year, even Huizhou Xie Yuan is such a person......"

At this time, the eyes of some people and the people suddenly fell on Zhu Luan, and many people looked at Song Huaizhu.

"And that Lanzhou Xie Yuan, he doesn't even show his face......"

A worried voice rang out.

"This session of the Great Zhou's Xie Yuan is simply a group of demons dancing, if these people become Jinshi......"

"What will become of this country?"