On September 21, the second day of the Baiyun Conference, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and literary and artistic competitions.

The indispensable talent of a famous disciple, among the people present in this competition, there is basically no one who cannot, except for Luo Kangjie and his senior brother.

When he heard the question of the competition, Luo Kang's face sank: "Ya, I specifically picked something I'm not good at, this is a fart." ”

I said lightly: "Playing the piano, playing chess, calligraphy, and painting are the skills that the literati and the famous ladies must master for self-cultivation, and they also show the personal cultural literacy, so whether it is in the fairy gate or the demon gate, they all regard the 'literati four friends' as extremely important. ”

When Luo Kangjie heard this, his face sank even more: "By the way, where did you go yesterday, you are the most relaxed, the girl in Baihua Valley surrendered as soon as she saw you, girl, this is too unfair." ”

I shook my head and turned my head to see Shiyin standing alone in the crowd, not talking much. It stands to reason that this competition will be beneficial to her Magic Sound Valley, but there is no joy on her face.

I glanced sideways at Shilu, and he shook his head helplessly at me.

"In the first round, Huang Yu of the Heavenly Demon Palace made an empty ring to Fanyin Temple. ”

Hearing the first round of matchups announced month by month, everyone's spirits were shocked. It is rumored that his cultivation is no longer under the first seat of the Vinaya Academy, and the cultivation of Wuxiang is ranked thirty-sixth on the world spectrum.

As for Huang Yu, he is a genius in the sky, his strength is unfathomable, and if he wants to rank, he can be at least within thirty. Finally, you can see a real master duel.

There are many things on the stage - the four treasures of the study, various musical instruments, and chess. Piano, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, choose one of each.

I hooked my index finger, and a piano moved in front of me on the stage. There was no table, so Jean floated in front of me, no stool, and I hovered cross-legged. As for the empty ring, a bamboo flute is drawn from it.

Both the qin and the seer are made of sycamore wood, with a cavity and a silk string as the string, and the purpose of the performance is to smooth the yin and yang qi and purify the human heart. The ten-fingered strings fluctuated, and in an instant, seven naked women appeared out of thin air.

'Wow', Luo Kangjie exclaimed, almost having a nosebleed, looking at others, frowning one by one, and even Lian Jian showed a thoughtful look.

The sound of the piano fluctuated, like the sunset under the autumn wind, and the seven women danced to the sound of the piano, and their bewitching postures exuded bursts of floral fragrance, which made the onlookers feel a trace of sadness. Many people hurriedly guarded their minds at this time, and at the same time, cold sweat broke out on their backs, and they secretly sighed that the sound of the piano was terrible, and their minds had been affected just after playing.

"A amorous woman with soft piano keys can make people feel sad, terrible. Wang Lung thought that his original arrogance was gone at this time, and he was glad that he did not face him, and there were many people who had the same idea as him at this time.

The bamboo flute was played, low and melodious, the bodies of the seven women suddenly trembled, and the flute sounded again, and the women's dancing posture immediately moved with the sound of the flute.

I kept the rhythm of the beginning, listened to the flute for a while, smiled, and the melody changed, and the rhythm seemed to be the same as the flute.

The face of the empty ring changed, intensifying the change in the sound of the flute.

Unconsciously, the air was filled with smoke, the white cranes wept, and the phoenix and the white deer shuttled between the seven women.

Luo Kangjie didn't understand the rhythm, but he clearly heard that his heartbeat was the same as Huang Yu's qin, and every time the strings were plucked, his heart would beat with it, and the faster the strings fluctuated, the more his heart beat intensifying.

"Sister Na, it's so uncomfortable, what's going on. Among those present, only Luo Kang was the worst cultivator, and his face was already pale. Not only him, but also many people have a sense of trance.

"Sit down, calm down. Lu Na injected a spiritual power into Luo Kangjie, Luo Kangjie did so, and with Lu Na's help, his heartbeat gradually eased, and after a while, it returned to normal.

"It's so dangerous, if the strings are a little stronger, my heart will probably jump to death. Luo Kangjie wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and thought of last year's Great Demon Fighting Martial Arts, when he danced the Phoenix Dance for Nine Days, which only confused his mind.

At this time, several white ribbons appeared in the hands of Zhuyue and Xihua, and under the drive of spiritual power, each silk scarf fell lightly to everyone's hands.

"Plug the ear. ”

Everyone signaled, and those who couldn't resist tore their silk scarves in half and plugged their ears.

"The beautiful paintings, the gentle incense, are these true?" asked Shiyin.

"They are all hallucinations, using sound as a medium to invade the minds of the observers, giving the senses of sight and smell a fleeting fantasy. ”

"But Qin Se is a sour music, Huang Yu's piano sound is even more desolate, plus seven bewitching women, such a demeanor should make people have that kind of impact, but why is it such a scene?"

Lu Na said: "This is the terrible thing about him, yin and yang are reversed, unpredictable, and he can change sorrow and joy at will." After speaking, he glanced at Lian Jian.

My strings fluctuate, completely blending the melody into the sound of the empty ring, the sound of the piano is like a maggot that eats away the bones, from the moment the sound of the empty ring flute is played, the melody of the strings has always been played with his melody, no matter how the empty ring changes, it can always change with it at the same time.

I can't forget this feeling, when he was under the nine days of his phoenix dance, he was driven by the dance steps, and he couldn't get rid of the feeling of becoming a marionette, but he felt the comfort from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, white smoke rose from the head of the empty ring, blowing as he walked, and the sleeves of his clothes carried gusts of wind. The sound of the piano is lingering, always entangled in the sound of his flute. Suddenly, the flute sounded loudly, and it was full of breath, and it was determined to get rid of my entanglement. The fingers kept clicking on the six sound holes, and the air waves brought out by the flute filled the audience, and suddenly the clothes of the spectators rolled, and Luo Kangjie was about to be shocked and flew out. On the other hand, Huang Yu's face still did not change, and his sleeves only shook slightly, and although his piano sound was not violent, it was always clear in the sound of the empty ring. What's even more surprising is that although the melody of the piano and the flute are the same, the flute sounds chaotic, but the piano sound is pleasant.

Seeing this, Lu Na knew that the empty ring was already in a hurry, because no matter how the rhythm was changed, Huang Yu could always respond to him with the same rhythm, so that he had already given birth to the idea of 'he was cooperating with me, or I was cooperating with him'.

It's like a whirlpool with a leaf floating on it, and the leaf can only rotate with the whirlpool. How to get out of the whirlpool, unless the leaves turn to stone, and it is a weight that can sink into the water.

The sound of the flute increased again, and the impetus was sent to the extreme, and although many people were ear-stopping, they were still in pain. The smoke and the fairy beasts were gone, and the bewitching women Mu Ruodai were motionless. The poignant sound of the flute seems to cover up the strings, but the sound is cool, and the strings are always entangled between the sounds.

In the excited sound of the piano, it seems that I have been in my heart for many years, and I want to pay for the end of a song. The love strings have been silenced so far, and since then they have stopped playing the piano, as if they were thinking half of the heart.

After the song was played, I stopped my fingers, the piano sounded off, and the empty ring put down the bamboo flute at this time, and the seven enchanting women on the field also dissipated.

"Admire, the little monk is defeated. Whether it is the attainment of music and rhythm or the emptiness of the state of mind, the little monk has been defeated. ”

I stood up, waved my hand, and Jean returned to the table.

In the first round, Huang Yu of the Heavenly Demon Palace won.

Lian Jian put away the waving folding fan and stepped forward, this round is the tears of him and Baihua Valley.

Rin tearfully saw Lian Jian and sighed: "Our two sisters are really lucky, and they have faced the top masters in the field one after another. ”

"Is that little sister also ready to surrender?"

Rin tearfully shook his head: "This round is about talent, not a confrontation in the Dao realm, fortunately, the little sister knows a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." ”

"Then ask my sister to choose her art!"

"Let's paint, paint that pot of autumn chrysanthemum, whoever paints well will win. As she spoke, Rin pointed at the chrysanthemum.

Renmi smiled and nodded.

The scroll opens, the tearful brush is like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, a flower bud blooms, and the petals are clearly layered. Lian Jian just stood aside with a smile, watching her paint, and after a while, the painting scroll was completed. Everyone blinked and saw that the chrysanthemums in the painting were like life, as if the pot of chrysanthemums was reflected in the painting.

On the other hand, when I saw it, the paper was still empty.

"Childe is like this, are you making the little sister?" Rin smiled with tears, and it made her face pale.

"My sister is really good at painting, I can paint a pot of chrysanthemums as it is, this painting work, even I am ashamed to see it. ”

"Does the little sister think that she won this game?"

Many people can't believe it, but now they have to believe it.

Lian Jian smiled, his finger was a little, a drop of ink condensed on his fingertips, and with a flick of his finger, the ink dripped on the tearful scroll. 'Tick', the ink blooms, slowly turning into two butterflies intertwined and dancing on the flowers.

"Well, these are the two butterflies that flew over the flower just now. Rin looked at the whole painting in amazement, and the whole painting instantly seemed to be alive, no matter how beautiful the painting was, it would eventually be a dead thing, but even seeing this gave the painting life.

Rin then smiled: "Little sister admits defeat." ”

In the second round, he won in a row.

Next, Luo Kang met Promise Jing, without saying a word, stared at others for a while, and saw that the blue tendons on the other party's forehead burst out, and immediately surrendered and admitted defeat. The night ice floes defeated the Tianfeng Dance and the noodles, Wang Lung was defeated by the night annihilation, and Tang Neng lost to the poetry.

In the afternoon, tomorrow's triumph will be decided.