Qizhou's 'natural residence' is a large ancient building to put it bluntly, but the room is large enough and the environment is well preserved, which can give people an antique feeling, and the desks in the room are also antique-level, but they are extremely clean, that is, there are no chairs arranged behind each desk, only a soft cushion, which makes Lin Zhibai a little unaccustomed.

But he's not a hypocrisy.

Since the literati of Qizhou liked this tune, he also followed the customs.

There are now several more cameras behind him, because the poetry meeting of Qizhou on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is to be broadcast live to the entire Qizhou.

And this is actually the reason why Lin Zhibai is willing to participate in this Qizhou literati activity, what he pursues is to become famous, and make Qizhou people accept and even like himself as quickly as possible.

In this way, you can upgrade your coffee.

Otherwise, Lin Zhibai would not have deliberately shown off his painting skills at the third level, so he just wanted to rely on versatility or something to impact the first line.

"It's almost time."

Hu Wei said: "It's six o'clock, it's already dark, and our Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting has officially begun, first of all, we want to give a round of applause to Mr. Li Mingquan, who created a poem in March this year, which can be called the best song of the year......

Lin Zhibai blinked.

This poem will be different from Qin Zhou.

seemed to see Lin Zhibai's puzzlement, and Jiang Shourang, who was not far from his seat, said with a smile: "Brother Lin, don't be surprised, our poetry meeting in Qizhou is actually to put it bluntly, that is, Hu Lao and Shi Lao took everyone to summarize what excellent poems have been written by literati from the Mid-Autumn Festival last year to today, everyone can freely read and appreciate it, and then who wants to ask for advice with whom, fight a fight for poetry couplets and the like, if you want to lose, it doesn't matter, just punish a glass of wine in front of everyone......"

The voice just fell.

Lin Zhibai saw a literati stand up and called another literati, saying that he wanted to compare his talents and let Mr. Hu Wei ask the question.

Hu Wei smiled and asked them to write a poem on the topic of "wine".

The two of them each made a poem, and at the end of the audience, the one with the higher evaluation sat down, and the one with the lower evaluation drank a glass of wine.

Not to mention, it's a lot of fun.

Anyway, Lin Zhibai felt that it would be much more interesting than Qin Zhou's poems.

And because Lin Zhibai was a guest from Qin Zhou, no one embarrassed him, after all, everyone was not very familiar with each other.

However, this also leads to:

Lin Zhibai had no way to participate in the games and games of the literati in Qizhou.

Song Xingliang saw this, so he spoke: "It is said that the highest pursuit of literati is to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. ”

"What else do you need to say?"

A literati laughed: "Of course it's Mr. Kobayashi!" ”

Someone next to him answered: "Actually, there are many people here, all of whom are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even poetry and songs, but if you want to say that you are proficient, it is indeed Mr. Kobayashi who is the most suitable." ”

"That's it."

Shang Zhirong and Lin Zhibai walked all the way into the natural residence, and they had long admired him, so they were naturally touted at this moment:

"Especially the calligraphy, my brother Lin's calligraphy, but it is known as the first in Blue Star!"

"It's not just about books."

Jiang Shourang said: "I see that the poem written by Brother Lin in the second round is in regular script, and the level of regular script is also a must!" ”

"What's more?"

A tall literati suddenly stood up and said, "I think Mr. Kobayashi's calligraphy, no matter what font, is the best in the world!" ”

Who's this buddy?

Why are you praising me so much?

Lin Zhibai was wondering, and a literati next to him laughed and said: "Lao Liu, your abacus has collapsed in my face, didn't you just grab Mr. Xiaolin's second round of poetry manuscripts......

All right.

Lin Zhibai understood, it turned out that this guy had snatched his own poetry manuscript.

Thinking about it, only by boasting that his calligraphy is the first in the world, the poetry manuscript written by Lin Zhibai at the second level of the East Pavilion has a higher value.

So everyone laughed.

And in the midst of laughter, someone suddenly spoke:

We all know that Mr. Kobayashi is good at calligraphy and painting, but I don't know how the piano art is, and what about the chess art?"

"Let's get a little bit of it."

Lin Zhibai really understands these two things.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting refer to the art of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

The piano is not a modern piano.

Rather, it refers to the guqin.

It is also known as Yaoqin, Yuqin, and Lyre.

It is one of the oldest plucked instruments of the Blue Star.

There are not many people who learn this instrument now, but it is quite popular in literati circles.

When Lin Zhibai was studying arrangement, he had studied for a short period of time, and his level was definitely not very high, so he just got started.

As for chess.

The literati were referring to Go, not other chess.

Lin Zhibai studied it when he was a child and took similar interest classes, but now he only remembers the basic rules of play, and it is just right to say "I understand a little".

Of course.

Since the system has been upgraded and updated, Lin Zhibai is now more confident.

His technique of playing the guqin is indeed very ordinary, but if he needs to perform and demonstrate, it is not difficult to instantly improve to a certain level.

None of them.

Just because the system store has a similar skill book.

It is probably a musical instrument like the guqin, which is relatively unpopular in the modern music scene, so the mall will directly provide skill books to learn.

"Oh?"

The questioner smiled: "Then it seems that the best piano artist on the scene should be Xinyi." ”

"Licking the Dog ......"

Lin Zhibai vaguely heard someone muttering next to him.

And the "licking dog" who asked the question went on to say:

"As for the best chess player, I think it should be Mr. Hu."

"My chess skills are average." Hu Wei smiled and said: "The real chess master is Li Bai, but this guy fiddles with couplets every day and doesn't play chess with ordinary people, so you don't know how powerful he is." ”

"No way."

Li Bai pouted and said, "Old Hu, your stinky chess basket, I really don't have a sense of accomplishment when I win." ”

"You're a professional, I must be a stinky chess basket."

Hu Wei glared at Li Bai dissatisfied, but obviously not really angry.

Li Bai is a somewhat unruly literati, but Hu Wei admires the other party's talent.

"It turns out that Uncle Li is so powerful."

Jiang Shourang said with a smile: "I have to try it when I go back, my chess skills are also good, but playing chess is too delayed, since today is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, do you want to consider giving everyone a talent show?" ”

"Let me come every year?"

Xia Xinyi's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, she didn't want to perform the piano anymore this year.

But when she turned her head and suddenly saw Lin Zhibai looking at herself, she was a little interested again for some reason, and pouted:

"You'll have to let me go next year."

Saying that, Xia Xinyi got up, and the staff moved the guqin as soon as possible.

Lin Zhibai glanced at the guqin, and it was the lyre that he had studied when he was learning to arrange.

With Xia Xinyi sitting elegantly in front of the guqin.

She hadn't played yet, and the literati at the scene had already applauded.

Especially the little licking dog who said "Xia Xinyi's piano skills are the best" is even more palms that are about to turn red, and his ordinary face is full of excitement.

When the applause subsides.

Xia Xinyi said: "The song I am going to play next is called "Falling Geese". ”

At the same time as the opening.

Xia Xinyi's fingers plucked the strings.

The sound of the piano sounded, the tune was melodious and smooth, and everyone seemed to be able to hear the chirping of geese from time to time from the sound of the piano, and see the scene of the geese hovering in the sky before they landed.

Lin Zhibai listened carefully.

Although his guqin skills are not as good as Xia Xinyi, after all, he is learning to arrange music and make music, and he can hear a lot of doorways.

This Xia Xinyi's guqin level is indeed very high.

Of course, the song is also very good, this "Falling Goose" is one of the top ten famous songs handed down by Lanxing in ancient times.

When the performance ended, everyone cheered!

"Good!"

"That's so good!"

"Like a fairy music!"

Those who understand and don't understand are praising it, and Lin Zhibai is also applauding.

Xia Xinyi got up slightly, and suddenly smiled after the noise subsided: "I heard that Mr. Lin is a master of music, I don't know if this song of the little girl can be regarded as good in the ear?" ”

"Good."

Lin Zhibai said with a smile.

I heard that this Xia Xinyi is the first talented woman in Qizhou, Lin Zhibai feels that the other party does have something, and the other party's guqin skills cannot reach this level without practicing for more than ten years.

"Thank you."

Xia Xinyi was blessed again, but it was in the direction of Lin Zhibai, and she blinked, as if she was discharging.

Is this a seduction of me?

Lin Zhibai wasn't sure if he was too narcissistic, and of course he didn't care, he was completely immune to the aura of a talented woman.

I'm still a great talent!

But that Xia Xinyi's licking dog was sour.

It was the one who said just now that Xia Xinyi was the best buddy in the piano art scene, and he noticed that the goddess's attitude towards Lin Zhibai was wrong, and he couldn't help but say sourly: "Mr. Lin is naturally professional in music, but the piano art should not be as good as Xinyi......"

The implication is:

You are not as good as other people's skills, what qualifications do you have?

Lin Zhibai smiled, but he didn't feel at ease.

Song Xingliang was unhappy and said: "Wang Zizai, I don't think you are thorny when you say this, just say that the coaches of those athletes, their business ability is not as good as that of athletes, but it does not prevent others from being coaches." ”

Lin Zhibai is a little Qu Dad!

Who can question his achievements in music?

The licking dog named Wang Zizi sneered: "Don't get me wrong, I'll just say this, I don't mean anything else." ”

Wang Zizi didn't dare to provoke Lin Zhibai and didn't want to provoke him, he was just a humble licking dog just now, and he was anxious for a while.

"In this case, I will punish myself with three glasses if I speak inappropriately."

Saying that, Wang Zizi directly drank three glasses of wine in a row, and suddenly embarrassed Song Xingliang, was he too ruthless?

He simply raised his glass and said, "Since the misunderstanding has been resolved, I will also drink three glasses with you." ”

"And I, too?"

Lin Zhibai couldn't cry or laugh, Qi Zhou's poetry will really have no villain, and finally one jumped out, but he slipped and knelt in an instant, and the horizontal people just licked the dog.

With that in mind.

Lin Zhibai and Song Xingliang also raised their glasses and drank three glasses of wine in a row.

After three glasses of wine, Lin Zhibai's dizzy feeling came again, and it seemed to be more dizzy than when he got on the boat.

(End of chapter)