Xu Lingxiao was naturally very unhappy because he failed to write poems on stage, and now he saw that Wu Qida had come up with a method to use war drums, and he felt that this was very insulting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This is a good idea! I just don't know, this Miss Su, will she agree?"

Su Lin also smiled slightly, feeling a little surprised.

Moreover, what interested Su Lin even more was that he wanted to see how this Wu Qida used the secret method of war drums to fight against Su Ruyi's pipa sound.

When he went to the Great Wall of Wu before, Su Lin had seen the murderous aura of the army. But he didn't really see the power of the war drums, he only heard the war drums ring in the barracks, but he didn't feel the fluctuations of thought and breath revealed in them.

It just so happens that there is Wu Qida, the heir of the soldier family, who is also using the Wu family's authentic war drum secret method, so Su Lin can observe and learn from the sidelines.

In fact, sometimes, Su Lin also felt that he seemed a little "shameless" like this, in this Tianren Continent, there are useful ideas everywhere, but he can be eclectic, when he sees what he is interested in, he analyzes the three states of water thought, and often he can get a result that is not far from ten.

Even, Su Lin can use his own pinyin characters to combine, so that he can also simulate and evolve the corresponding ideas.

"Perhaps, this is what I call a good scholar?"

Smiling slightly, Su Lin could only comfort himself like this. But fortunately, most Confucian scholars don't care about this, they show their thoughts, they are not afraid of being learned by others, if you can learn it, or understand some essence from his thoughts, that is also your ability.

"How could Miss Su agree to such a method? This is completely opportunistic!"

Xu Lingxiao seemed to be afraid that Su Ru would be snatched away by that Wu Qida, so he hurriedly shouted to the stage, "Miss Su, you can't agree!"

Some of the boys who followed the coaxing also shouted in the audience.

"No need to shout!Brother Xu, I think this Miss Su will definitely agree. ”

Su Lin didn't think that Su Ru, the dignified flower demon on the other side, would be afraid of such a little sound of war drums, so he bet that Su Ru would not refuse to come, no matter what method you used.

Sure enough, when he saw that Wu Qida took out the war drum, although Su Ru was slightly surprised, he did not object, but just bowed his head lightly and said: "Childe is light!"

"In that case, Miss Su, you're welcome. ”

After receiving Su Ruye's consent, Wu Qida seemed to have a chance to win, holding a drumstick in one hand and a brush in the other, and the wisdom of the soldiers had begun to flash in his insights.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? The slave family is going to continue playing......

Su Ru looked at so many Jinshi in front of him, and he couldn't wait. Because the injuries she suffered before were too serious, and in the capital, she could only hide in Li Yuncong's mansion, and she didn't dare to come out to show off, otherwise a large number of Confucians would rush out and destroy her every minute.

Therefore, in the end, after Su Ru hesitated for a month or two, he still chose to quietly leave Li Yuncong's mansion and came to the Tianxiang Building in Pingnan Mansion to settle down.

It is also in the past nearly half a year that Su Ru's pseudonym Su Ya's fame has soared, and more and more Confucian scholars have come to her, which has also allowed her to collect the power of talent and recover from her injuries faster.

Pedal Pedal ......

The sound of the piano sounded faintly again, and Su Ruye's fingers plucked little by little on the strings of the pipa, and the tide of ideas that was surging just now rushed towards the ten Confucian scholars who were fighting the piano again.

"Wow! This wave of piano sound is really extraordinary, my inspiration is bursting! I feel that there are a hundred poems of Zhenguo, surging in my mind......"

A Jinshi said confidently, after all, the strength of Jinshi itself is much more powerful than lifting people and showing talents, and the talent condensed has also increased exponentially.

"Don't rob me, Miss Su is my ......"

Another Jinshi also couldn't wait to pick up the pen, and he was eager to write out the poems condensed in the Zhihai.

At this time, Xu Lingxiao, who was under the stands, was a little dumbfounded.

Just now he was on stage, and he was a fan of the authorities, and he saw how Su Ru used the sound of the pipa to inspire everyone's talent.

But now, as a bystander, although he can also hear the familiar sound of the pipa, but it has not been greatly affected, and seeing the people on the stage who are full of talent because of this, it is as if he saw his previous self, and he suddenly has a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"Brother Su, I just heard the sound of the pipa, is it like them?"

Swallowing his saliva, Xu Lingxiao asked.

"Otherwise, do you think that you can really easily write Zhenguo poems on stage?" Su Lin shook his head with a smile, and then said, "Brother Xu, you have suffered a heavy loss this time! Go back, calm down, and recuperate for two or three years before you can recover your talent!"

"It's a big loss this time!"

If Su Lin hadn't pointed it out, Xu Lingxiao wouldn't have known that he had gone on stage and lost all his talents.

"Let's see, then Wu Qida is going to beat the drum......"

When Su Ru is first step was about to end, Su Lin saw that Wu Qida had already picked up the drumstick and was ready to hit the drum standing next to him.

"Is his drum sound useful? Miss Su's pipa sound is very powerful!"

Xu Lingxiao was also nervous at this time, wanting to see if Wu Qida had any way to fight against Su Ruyi's pipa sound.

Boom!

Knock Knock......

When Su Ru began to enter the "decline again", Wu Qida's drum sounded, he beat the drum hard, and wrote while beating the drum.

"It's a good plan!"

Su Lin understood his intentions, and knew that Wu Qida wanted to dilute Su Ruye's declining pipa sound through the thought waves of drumming, and then quickly wrote the poem while his current talent had reached the limit.

It's a pity that Su Ru seems to have expected this a long time ago, she turned her body slightly, and then smiled slightly, and the pipa strings in her hand quickly plucked.

Buzz Buzz......

At this time, the sound of the pipa was no longer as flowing as before, but began to enter the torrent like "ambush on all sides......