"Of course, the people above the location are already strong and not talented. The old emperor added.

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows, and his expression became solemn, which means that Xuan Zhen, Bai Qigu and others can participate in the Qionghua banquet in a perfect half-step?

The ratio of talent is better, if there is a martial arts fight later, it will be difficult to defeat him, at most he can barely protect himself, does it depend on Zhao Lao Wu, who is also perfect for half a step, to get the leader?

Let's not mention the boasting in front of the saint, the matter of breaking the cause and effect of the flesh, Zhao Lao Wu has not been promoted for a long time, Xuan Zhen and Bai Qigu are both strongmen who have no shortage of resources in the realm of martial arts, and the hope of winning is afraid that thirty percent of them are gone.

In this way, the task of the six realms is too difficult, far more than the 1,500 meritorious deeds reward representative Cheng dù!

Unless there are other restrictions or modes of martial arts in the Qionghua Banquet?

Meng Qi was thoughtful, Wang Zai looked at Yan Chong, who was slowly appearing, and said with a smile: "What the emperor said before, the focus is on cultivating the temperament and polishing the soul in the back, so it is different from the normal talent battle, mainly depending on whether you show your own spiritual realm in the talent, of course, those who are good at talent will definitely have a bonus." ”

After all, a person who is good at the art of the piano is definitely better able to show it in this way than a beginner.

Restraining his doubts and solemnity, Meng Qi calmed down and watched Yan Chong walk to the winding river: "I don't know what talent Yan Chong has?"

He remembered that Yan Chong came from a small sect, and even if he had adventures, he should have never been taught piano, chess, calligraphy and painting like himself.

During the questioning, the entourage of Zhao Yi, the king of Jin, had already sent a table, a copper stove, a teacup, a tea cake and other things.

"It's supposed to be a tea ceremony. Wang Zai bowed slightly.

Meng Qi was slightly surprised, and immediately remembered the words of the appropriate talent Wang Zai, the way of talent is not only piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as for how to judge the victory or defeat of different projects, it is natural to look at the "realm"!

Anyway, I've pretended to be a tea ceremony master...... Meng Qi suddenly burst into joy.

After Yan Chong saluted, he lit a fire and boiled water, waved a knife to pry tea, and his demeanor flowed smoothly. The knife is self-contained, and soothing, watching everyone's hearts calm down.

Wait until one boils, two boils, three boils, the white gas rises, and Yan Chong leisurely brews tea, which reveals a quiet and far-reaching artistic conception.

"Please taste the tea. Yan Chong's voice was not slow or urgent, the teacup in his hand took off his hand and flew towards the high platform.

The speed is not fast, and it is unusually smooth, like a meandering water. There was not a single bit of water splashed out, which showed that Yan Chong's mastery of the external release of true qi and his own strength had reached the limit, and there was hidden power of heaven and earth to help.

Gao Jinzhong, the chief manager of Ouchi, took the teacup, checked it, and sent it to the old emperor.

Zhao Mingyu took a sip, nodded and smiled: "Good tea, good tea ceremony!"

Wang Zai then said: "Brother Yan is good at the tide of the sea, surging, and it can be used to make tea." It has the softness of the murmuring water and the tranquility of the flat lake under the moon, which shows its heart, and its every move is soothing. Deeply won the tea ceremony samadhi, with the focus and order of the movement of tranquility and tranquility. ”

"Good. Meng Qi didn't know whether to praise Yan Chong's tea ceremony well, or praise Wang Zai's clear explanation, in short, he dispelled the idea of competing in the tea ceremony. Showing your own state of mind will definitely not lose to Yan Chong, but you can't be so perfect in other aspects, and make a judgment!

So what should be shown?

Sing a song?

He pondered. The scene was quite quiet, and I don't know how many people who were eager to try it dispelled the idea of the end, because they felt that they were compared to Yan Chong, so it was better not to humiliate themselves, lest they boast before the saint and leave a bad impression, and then compete on the topic they are good at!

As for Bai Qigu, she never thought about showing her talent at all!

At this time, Xuan Zhen, who was beside the prince, stepped out and asked for a pen and paper and saluted.

"The way of calligraphy...... Meng Qi played with the teacup in front of him.

Xuan Zhen threw the white paper into the air, jumped up by himself, and splashed ink in a place where there was nowhere to go.

This seems to be impetuous and exaggerated, but Xuanzhen's expression is focused, his eyes are quiet, and his strokes are like lotus flowers blooming.

People and paper fall slowly, like a Buddha descending from heaven, not pinching the seal, compassion and peace.

With his feet touching the ground, Xuan Zhen pressed his hand, and the white paper was reversed, revealing the words on it:

"A qiē has a way of being, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be viewed as such. ”

These 20 characters have their own style, or vigorous, or vigorous, or thin, or wild dance, all of them are rigorously structured, vigorous and solemn, or lively and vivid, and all the curves are round, and none of them are repeated.

With so many calligraphy styles crammed into a piece of paper, it should be complicated and "noisy", and it is too complicated, but at a glance, it is natural and smooth, and I feel a light and timeless Zen.

Different words, different phases, all phases are not phases, and Zen is self-revealed.

This imitation of the Shaolin Banshan Pavilion "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" inscription, which shows the Buddhist state of mind of Xuanzhen Zen Master. Wang Zai seemed to have read the post and sighed in a low voice.

Meng Qi once admired the stone tablet left by the Arhat monks, and when he looked at this calligraphy, he felt naturally different: "Although it is slightly immature, there is not much difference in the Zen meaning contained in it, and the history is different, proving that all the phases are not the same, so as to see the ...... of the future."

The two of you and I said a word, so that many children of the family who can only feel Zen timelessness but can't taste the origin suddenly realized.

Wang Zai sighed: "The foolish brother originally wanted to end up in the righteous song, but when he saw Xuanzhen Zen Master's post, he didn't dare to mention the pen." ”

Therefore, the way of calligraphy and painting is extinct...... Meng Qi implied "grief and indignation" and dispelled the idea of using books to contain knives.

"The Zen master has attained the true meaning of the Dharma. The old emperor praised it.

He is also very deep in the city, and in the face of Shaolin monks, he does not show the slightest bad feelings.

Xuan Zhen lowered the Buddha's name and said slowly: "Everyone in the world has Zen, but they are fascinated by all appearances, and it is difficult to see it. ”

Everyone frowned slightly, this is saying that the prince's path is not to exclude dissidents?

However, the dispute between the sect and the family, which can be eliminated with a single word? The people of the major top families retracted their gaze and remained silent.

Although for so many years, the sect has always wanted to mix sand with the imperial court, but such a fanfare, this is the only time, so they are all on guard and cross the prince from the list in their hearts.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the monks around the prince in the past had a traitor and leaked his belief in Buddhism and his desire to build a Buddhist kingdom on earth, he would not have been really confused by his previous appearance!

As for now, hum, dying throes too!

Behind the high platform where the prince of Xuanzhen Buhui is located, there are fewer and fewer people who want to end. They all looked at the Ruan family, Ruan Twenty-one Niang looked like Jiangdong, and the heart of the piano was born, so if you don't come out at this time, you can wait for the time?

Suddenly, someone laughed, stepped in the air, and fell into the field, it was the "Purple Pole Sword" Cui Zhe.

He smiled and saluted, with an extra purple jade flute in his hand. Bring it to your lips, press it with both hands, and blow a gentle and distant sound.

The sound of the flute slowly swings away, diverging in the water, diverging in the mountains and forests, depressed and frustrated, lonely and ethereal, like a sea tide in front of it, with undulating waves. Stand on the bow of the ship and go with the flow.

As far as the eye can see, the sea and the sky are the same, and there is no boundary. Recklessly between heaven and earth, he had to be alone and scatter the boat.

The sound of the flute grew lower and lower, and the sea fell silent. Simmering.

The artistic conception, charm, and melody are all perfect. It makes many people sad.

The flow of the river seems to slow down, the lake becomes quieter, the forest is more and more silent, and there are no more birdsongs.

The aftermath lingered, lingering in their hearts, and everyone fell into this artistic conception, and they were silent for a while.

"The Ming Dynasty exudes a flat boat, and the taste of the sound of the flute is far away...... Wang Zai sighed, "In terms of pure talent, Brother Cui is better than Xuanzhen Zen Master and Brother Yan, and the artistic conception is difficult to distinguish between high and low." ”

He looked sideways at Meng Qi: "Foolish brother really doesn't dare to show his ugliness." ”

Meng Qi was about to echo him, when his heart suddenly moved, and he smiled slightly: "Since it is more than just qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the little brother wants to try." ”

Wang Zai was slightly stunned: "Whistle?"

Meng Qi's expression was stunned, and his heart was embarrassed, wasn't he joking just now? Why should he be so serious?

Brother Wang Zai, you are too square!

After the emperor's evaluation, Cui Zhe returned to the table, and just when everyone was looking at Ruan Yushu, he suddenly saw a person sweeping into the room, with a wonderful body, relying on the wind with nothingness, and his clothes fluttering, like an immortal.

"Su Ziyuan, what do you show?" The old emperor obviously didn't expect Meng Qi to end, and he was quite surprised.

The way of talent and the names of the Thunder Knife Madman, Manggang King Kong, and Crazy Knife naturally do not match!

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Meng Qi did not speak, picked up a piece of rotten wood by the river, sat cross-legged, turned his palm into a knife, and cut off the appearance.

Just now he remembered the matter of the Excalibur puppet, and remembered that he had seen Mr. Lu Da carving the puppet, and the tranquility and concentration contained in it could not be described by pen and ink!

Engraving is also a talent!

Those who learn from me live, and those who are like me die...... After Meng Qi silently recited this sentence, his mind was calm, and he returned to Pinghu, holding his sword and pointing at the sword without hurrying or carving.

Today, he is wearing a green shirt, compared to the masculine and heroic black suit, he is a little more relaxed, although he sits on the ground, he is not rude at all, but shows a leisurely attitude.

Wang Zai and the others didn't think anything at first, Meng Qi's carvings were ordinary, and they had no artistic conception, and they seemed to be purely to enliven the atmosphere.

But as Meng Qi's carving deepened, they gradually felt that something was wrong, their eyes seemed to be moving with Meng Qi's hand, he was so focused, so religious, that he himself was also focused, followed by piety.

After concentration, they can hope for worries, the troubles and worries in their hearts gradually fade, the impetuousness subsides, the anxiety disappears, and they devote themselves to observing the carving.

This feeling is not only enlightened, but also felt by half-steps and strong people on location, but it is not so immersive.

No one spoke in the audience, only the murmuring and the sound of birdsong echoed, which was even more quiet.

The sword and the finger sword are natural, each with changes, and the state of pious concentration washes the soul.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Qi stopped, and the wood carving in his palm had been completed, similar to the emperor, with a unique charm.

And everyone was calm and peaceful, their minds were calm, and a smile appeared.

Meng Qi flew the puppet towards the old emperor, and it did not make a sound of breaking through the air, as if it was religiously enjoying the journey.

Catching the puppet and playing with it, the old emperor suddenly sighed: "Focused, quiet, and sincere in martial arts." ”

Meng Qi saluted and returned to his seat, Wang Zai looked at him for a while, and said sincerely: "Just now, the foolish brother thought that it was a perfect half-step promotion of the location powerhouse, a 'knife' and a 'sword' are both pious and focused. ”

Meng Qi chuckled and accepted Wang Zai's praise, although he did not have the realm of Mr. Lu Da, but he could simulate the momentum one or two, coupled with his own level of returning to the basics, of course, it was amazing.

The only problem is that I haven't learned carving, and I can't carve well enough, only Shen Yun, which can barely be called freehand.

In the silence of everyone, Ruan Yushu held the guqin and slowly walked off the high platform. (To be continued......)