"It's strange that such a powerful talent force is not called a saint...... What criteria are this Wen Sheng, Martial Saint, and those Divine Craftsmen and Spirit Gods judged according to? Could it be that because his martial arts are not as good as Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, he can't be canonized as a Martial Saint, and if his literary talent is not as good as Zhuge Liang, he can't be canonized as a Wen Sheng?" Yue Heng kept thinking about this question in his mind. ⊙，

There was no worship of Zhou Yu in the Fuxi Temple, and there was no arrangement in the Martial God Temple, and Yue Heng felt worthless for him.

But the reality is so cruel, every saint has to go through a lot of training, and those saints in ancient times did not deliberately go out on the road to sanctification, they are only sought after by later generations, and the canonization of Fuxi gods after divine punishment.

"I'll go, why is the talent given to me by Zhou Yu's spirit soul actually being a ...... of music?"

Yue Heng finally found out where he felt the most after fusion, "The song is wrong, Zhou Lang Gu", this source of the spirit floating in the divine palace seemed to be deliberately teasing Yue Heng, and for the first time, he only gave him the knowledge of music.

Su Weiwei is also a master of music, Yue Heng learned a lot of knowledge about ancient music from her, especially in guqin and instrument performance, but in front of Zhou Yu, he seems to be a primary school student.

Judging from the memory of Zhou Yu's spirit, Zhou Yu is not only a guqin player, but also an experienced composer, but in the war years, he did not have much time to study quyi, and he was already twenty-four years old when he married Xiao Qiao.

"Okay, then let my guqin playing skills be unmatched by no one in the world from now on, okay......" Yue Heng smiled helplessly, and his divine sense controlled the golden dragon to devour Zhou Yu's spirit. Let it play.

Wait until he's got it all done. When you come back to your senses and look around. It was found that almost everyone's expression changed when they looked at him.

"Ahem...... Mr. Pang, is there any problem?" Yue Heng looked at Pang Shilong, who had a strange face, and asked in a low voice.

Pang Shilong stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, hiding his surprise, and said: "Qu Ao, you will lose this game, do you have any objections?"

Qu Ao's face was full of obedience, and he said respectfully: "Brother Yue's skills are superior. Qu admitted defeat, and hoped that Brother Yue would not hesitate to teach after the end, so if "Donghuang Taiyi" really has a deeper secret technique, the entire Qu family will be grateful to Brother Yue. ”

Yue Heng bowed and said: "Brother Qu doesn't have to be polite, Qu Wensheng is one of the few saints that Yue admires the most, especially the cultural essence that has been left for hundreds of years in my Chu country, Yue should thank you!"

Qu Ao didn't dare to say anything, where was there still the previous arrogance and arrogance, Yue Heng also treated people with courtesy, and the two saluted each other on the stage. The loser bowed arrogantly and amicably.

"How good it would be to meet friends like this earlier! You have to shout, fight, shout, and kill, and fight to the death. My little Yue doesn't bother to compete with you at all!"

"That's it! Congratulations to Xiao Yue for winning the first game!" All the women of the Yue Protector Society cheered, impressed by Yue Heng's demeanor, and once again expressed their dissatisfaction with the actions of others who provoked Yue Heng.

Even Chen Zhenchu and others also sighed, meeting friends with literature is the best way for literati to learn from each other, although young people are hot, but don't fight with literature at every turn!

"Master Chen, I feel the enhancement of the 'Hong' rune! although it is only a little bit, it is also stronger than half a year of cultivation!" a fifth-level scholar said with some excitement.

Another voice trembled and said, "The old man actually felt the imminent movement of the 'beauty' rune...... What is this good for the old man?"

Chen Zhenchu was shocked, grabbed the old man and said, "Master Wu, you are already a sixth-level auxiliary hall, do you still have a chance to hit the seventh-level Wenxiang?"

The old man surnamed Wu couldn't help laughing: "Lord Chen, are you not happy that the old man has hit the seventh-level literary appearance?" Although the old man is only stimulating the 'beauty' rune in gestation this time, I still want to thank Yue Xiaoyou for the resonant text. In other words, this song "Nian Nujiao-Chibi Nostalgia" resonated with the audience, what did Lord Chen gain?"

Chen Zhenchu's face turned red, he was indeed a little out of shape just now, Wu Jieyun was one of the most old sixth-level auxiliary halls in the Chu State School Palace, eighty-two years old with thirty runes, and he was still a little short of reaching thirty-two, becoming the rank of the seventh-level Wenxiang, making him ashamed of himself as a sixth-level auxiliary hall with only twenty-six runes.

In addition, it is a pity that Chen Zhenchu really did not resonate this time: "Master Wu, I don't have resonance this time, I'm afraid I missed the opportunity." ”

All the teachers also sighed in unison, this kind of thing is not good, if you have a chance to resonate, you may be able to get one or two more runes, and if the opportunity is not good, you will get nothing.

"It doesn't matter, as long as this kid stays in my Chu Guoxue Palace, I'm afraid that I won't have a chance in the future?

Chen Zhenchu also stroked his beard and smiled, no matter how he looked at it, he recruited Yue Heng into the Chu State Academy Palace and made a lot of money!

Even if these top ten students in the school palace were abused like dogs by Yue Heng, so what?

With Yue Heng joining the Academy, everything is worth it, Chen Zhenchu and the other referees have reached the same opinion, let this kid make trouble today, make fun as much as you want, they will support it!

In the ring, Pang Shilong watched Qu Ao step down, and the group of the top ten old students dodged and didn't dare to look here, so he couldn't help laughing and asked, "Here is the second game, Yue Heng, it's your turn to ask the question!"

Yue Heng thought for a while and said: "In the last game, I remembered Zhou Yu in the Three Kingdoms, so this time, I still want to choose from the history of the Three Kingdoms in ancient times, so it is better to choose Wensheng Zhuge Liang, who is seven years younger than him!"

The audience was surprised and discussed, even Qu Ao, who had just regretted defeat and surrendered, looked at the stage in surprise, Yue Heng was too bold like this!

Pang Shilong kindly reminded: "Yue Heng, talking about the saint in vain may cause irreversible damage to Wen Xin and lose something. ”

Yue Heng knew this, if the literati said bad things about Zhuge Liang, they would definitely not be able to get some of the benefits of Zhuge Liang's inheritance in the future, so such a risk made later generations of literati rarely talk about any of the ancient saints.

"The students know, it's just that the students often do this, and I haven't seen what happened to the students of the Martial Saint Xiang Yu. Yue Heng smiled and insisted on this.

Yin Wanli scolded in a low voice: "Bastard! You often do it, that's your business! But what should we do? Who dares to fight against you? You talk about saints, but none of us dare to talk about you! What about Lao Chang, what about Lao Chang? Isn't he clamoring to play? Who sees Lao Chang?" (To be continued......