As Xu Fenglian said, there was nothing particularly important on the first day of the Wanghai Banquet. Mortals can choose to relax their minds on this day, or they can choose to visit Shengyue Mountain, and maybe they can also meet their own immortal fate before the official start of the Wanghai Banquet.

After Su Zhuo and Bai Xiaoli separated, they thought that it was still early, and went around the mountain twice before they regained their hearts and went home.

Zhang Xingyuan sat on the chair, drinking a little wine, while looking at Su Zhuo, who waved his pen after coming back.

This time, he didn't say anything, didn't think about anything, just watched Su Zhuo's every pen.

The ink blurs on the paper, gradually stagnates, and then becomes sharp.

Looking closer, he found more.

Su Zhuo's pen is very casual every time, rarely caring about the gains and losses between the strokes, and the so-called smooth flow of calligraphy is not exactly like him.

Although Zhang Xingyuan himself does not know calligraphy, he has also seen how calligraphy everyone puts pen to paper, how to write, how to write, how to connect between the beginning and the end, and how to do these well. As for Su Zhuo, it is more like a pen without a purpose, and even he, a layman, can see that it is a mistake, but the ink seems to wander away on its own, and it is naturally a word.

What's even more incredible is that there seems to be a faint ink out of nothing, just right to form strokes.

Zhang Xingyuan looked a little stunned.

It wasn't until the rice wine was poured on his body that he came back to his senses in a trance.

Zhang Xingyuan suddenly felt that this young marquis, who was looked down upon by the world, was a person who really had great talents, and perhaps he had a unique cultivation method.

If it weren't for that, how could Su Zhuo fall into it overnight?

It seems to be practicing calligraphy, but it is actually practicing?

Thinking like this, he felt that Su Zhuo's paintings of those beauties were likely to have a deep meaning behind them.

Could it be that this young marquis seems to have nothing to do every day, but in fact there is another mystery?

For what he said that day, he felt a little remorseful.

Su Zhuo finally finished writing the last word, looked at the rice paper where the ink had not dried, was distracted for a while, and shook his head slightly.

He felt that he would not be able to make any major breakthroughs in calligraphy in a short period of time.

If you want to kill time in the future, you may have to change the method.

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Su Zhuo was thinking like this, suddenly frowned, put down his pen and said, "Brother Zhang, I'll go out, you don't have to follow." ”

Zhang Xingyuan was a little surprised, he didn't know what Su Zhuo was going to go out to do at this time, but now that Shengyue Mountain was a time when fish and dragons were mixed, he couldn't help but be a little worried. However, listening to Su Zhuo's words, he was very solemn, he hesitated, and then he did not object.

Since Su Zhuo broke through to the Runian realm, he also began to gradually recognize this young marquis.

At this time, it was evening, the slanting sun was gone, and the attic on Shengyue Mountain began to light up one by one.

In addition to the scattered pavilions and pavilions around Yijian Tai, there are also large dense forests.

Winding paths lead to secluded places.

Su Zhuo walked deep into the dense forest, but found that he saw nothing but the lush greenery in his eyes.

He looked back suddenly.

A figure standing with his hands in his hands had appeared behind Su Zhuo at some point.

He looks a little young, but his eyes are a little vicissitudes.

A green lantern accompanied by an ancient Buddha.

Su Zhuo initially guessed that this person should be a monk of the Knowing God Realm.

After seeing him, I realized that I was wrong.

He is delusional.

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The next day, the main drama of the Wanghai banquet began.

Mortals and casual cultivators will show their talents or qualifications on this day, and the various dynasties and sects present will also personally inspect them.

After that, it was the battle of the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Although in the eyes of many sects, the so-called four arts are just side doors. However, it is undeniable that the four arts of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the most intuitive ways to see a person's heart. Cultivating the mind is the cultivation of the mind, which is a saying recognized by many sects today, and the enlightenment of the mind as the first step of the path of cultivation also supports this view.

Thousands of years ago, Yushan Academy was born, but also pushed the view of "cultivation is the cultivation of the mind" to an unprecedented height, and put forward the saying of "preaching the Tao with the heart".

As for the present, it is in an unprecedented prosperous era.

However, even so, the famous faction headed by the three holy lands still has the view of despising scholars, and Wu Yan, a sword idiot who is known to everyone in the Haoshan Sword Sect, is even more outspoken, sneering and ridiculing these Confucian scholars "Idle and idle to talk about their hearts, and die to report the world", some Confucian students asked him what he could do with a sword in front of him, he just replied seriously, "Give me a sword, I can open the mountain, Zhenhai, kill demons, and kill you", when the last two words fell, Confucian was full of whiteness.

Bai Xiaoli doesn't care about the dispute between the two sides now, and she doesn't want to know if the four arts are useless, and she doesn't care if the sword idiot Wu Yan's sword is really as arrogant as he said, and now she is waiting for the stage, and her palms are even sweating.

She has already enlightened her Dao heart, and of course she is qualified to perform on stage, and now is the most critical time.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, piano and characters take the lead.

These four arts start with the piano.

Bai Xiaoli is famous for her piano skills in Lingjiang, and she naturally chooses the piano.

Although she had already guessed that this Wanghai Banquet was not trivial, she still underestimated her opponent.

The Liangyun Dynasty came to a princess Zhengya, who was taught by Liang Yun, who was "full of economy and excellent in the four arts". In addition, the Northern Qi Dynasty also had a Yu Xiyan, known as the first Oiran in Yunzhou for a hundred years, who was said to have long been favored by a certain master of Yushan Academy.

There are also several young ladies from scholarly families, including many royal relatives.

As for her?

An Oiran in Lingjiang is a single figure, at most, he has gained a lot of applause over the years, but in front of these people, he has nothing to worry about.

The battle over the piano road does not allow her to make a mistake, and she can't afford to wait for another three years.

It's her turn.

Bai Xiaoli walked up and sat down on the ground, the clouds were in full bloom, like a stunning begonia.

When she stroked the piano with her jade hand, it seemed to be a different person.

Between the peeling onion-like jade fingers, the sound of the piano is curling, and the elegance is peerless.

Zhang Xingyuan nodded secretly, but sighed regretfully, and said: "Young Marquis, with the talent of this white girl, if it is three years earlier, the chance is really not small, even if the Dao heart is not enlightened at that time, but after all, it is young, the potential is greater, and there is no such fierce dragon fight, it is very likely to enter the Yushan Academy." But this year, the Wanghai Banquet bumped into a once-in-thirty-year dragon tide, and all the powerful people came, with her ordinary Oiran background, her talent is not outstanding among these people, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be selected by Yushan Academy. ”

In this Wanghai Banquet, the quota of Yushan Academy is only six people, and according to the practice of choosing at least one person from each of the four ways of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are only three people at most who can stand out with the qin.

Su Zhuo just nodded.

Three years earlier?

I don't know what I remembered, his gaze was slightly distracted.

Zhang Xingyuan glanced at him, his lips moved slightly, and finally he didn't speak.

He was a little curious, Su Zhuo went out in a hurry last night, what did he do?

He rarely saw Su Zhuo show such a solemn look.