In the first round, among the ten Confucian scholars who came to the stage, three were lifted, and the remaining seven were all showmen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It is these talents who will come to the stage in the first round of such recklessness. Some of the other lifters and jinshi all sat down gracefully, wanting to see what the piano was all about before considering whether to go on stage.

Although the beauty is beautiful, everyone only has one chance to fight the piano on stage, so they naturally have to be cautious.

"Okay! Thank you for the appreciation!"

Su Ru was veiled, and began to pick up the pipa and plucked it little by little.

And with the sound of Su Ruye's pipa, the surrounding guqins also swayed.

The sound of the voice, like layers of ripples, with Su Rushi as the center, directly rushed towards the ten Confucian scholars.

"What a magic sound!"

Seeing this, Su Lin was also shocked.

Rao is now Su Ruye's piano sound attack is not him, mainly focused on the ten Confucian scholars, but sitting so far away, Su Lin still felt that under this layer of pipa and piano sound, there was a demonic thought stirring the thought sea in the wisdom.

"Wonderful!

As for Wu Qida next door, under the sound of the piano, he still felt very enjoyable, listening with his eyes closed, there was an indescribable enjoyment.

"This sound is similar to the war drums of soldiers on the battlefield!"

Seeing Wu Qida's reaction, Su Lin remembered. On the battlefield, when the two armies are fighting, they often beat the drum first, and this drum has a strong ideological power to stimulate morale.

The so-called "one blow" is such a powerful effect, which can stimulate the courage and morale of the soldiers to the greatest extent.

However, this kind of morale is only manifested in the first drum beat, so there is a saying that "then decline, three and exhaust".

If the motivation is overdone, the soldiers' bravery will begin to fail.

And now, Su Rushi on the stage is also the principle of "one drum".

Therefore, Wu Qida, who is the inheritor of the idea of soldiers, feels so comfortable, he regards himself as a soldier on the battlefield, and is enjoying the impassioned and morale bonus brought by the sound of drums at this time!

Su Lin looked at the stage again, and on the stage, the ten Confucian scholars were all the same, after hearing Su Ruye's pipa and piano sound, they opened their wisdom one by one, and the thoughts in the sea of wisdom were like springs, surging frantically and suddenly.

"This sound is so beautiful! As soon as I heard the sound of the piano, my inspiration came down from the sky like a waterfall......

A talented Confucian scholar, sitting at the front, hearing Su Ruyi's pipa sound, the whole person has a feeling of fluttering immortals, and when he lifts the pen, he can't wait to pour out all the thoughts in his wisdom sea.

The other Confucian scholars also reacted similarly, that Xu Lingxiao sat upright, holding pen and ink in his hand, his wisdom had been completely opened, and the sea of thoughts inside gathered together, as if he wanted to condense some peerless article and poem.

"Haha...... With such a piano sound and such a beauty, my inspiration and talent will definitely run to an extreme ......"

In Xu Lingxiao's mind, he felt that there were countless poems brewing that could control the country and even spread the world.

"Look...... The ten people who came to the stage, the power of talent in their bodies surged. It seems that you really have to write a peerless article?"

The knowledgeable jinshi in the audience noticed this.

When every Confucian scholar writes poetry, there will be a corresponding talent surging and flashing.

For example, every time Su Lin writes an article about Zhenguo, the sea water in the Zhihai will drive the breath around his body, and a kind of brilliance will appear in the world.

And now, the ten Confucian scholars who came to power also have such signs.

"I'm afraid it's thanks to the sound of Miss Suya's pipa, right?"

"Yes, you see that even those talented people can condense such a talented light, and the articles and poems written by the pen must at least be Zhenguo, right?"

"What are you kidding! Zhenguo's poems, how can they be so easy to write?

......

Seeing such a brilliant light, everyone began to argue.

It's no wonder they think so, because if under normal circumstances, such brilliance appeared before writing poems and lyrics, there must have been a shocking birth.

And Su Lin, who was most familiar with Zhenguo's article, frowned, and seemed to see something.

"It's strange! These talents and talents, firstly, do not have such talent themselves, and secondly, they do not have the same excellent poetry as I have, and they have thousands of years of excellent poetry in China as the foundation. How could they change hands and write a poem about the town?"

Looking at Su Ru again, although she was covered with a veil, Su Lin still saw a hint of conspiracy from her movements.

"It's the sound of the piano! There must be something wrong with the sound of the piano......"

Su Lin knew that there was a problem, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

At this time, the Confucian scholars who had been brewing on the stage began to write with confidence.

Most of the poems and lyrics are like this, brewing in the heart for a while, when the light of talent flashes, the words are organized, everything is settled, and the complete poem is written.

It stands to reason that before writing, these ten Confucian scholars had already condensed their talents very seriously, and they should have written at least Zhenguo's works.

However, just when they were about to put down their pens, Su Ruye's pipa sound was another great work, and suddenly, that impassioned motivation surged again.

"Huh?"

Wu Qida, who was sitting next to Su Lin, felt this change for the first time, frowned, and then stared at Na Su with wide eyes.

"Decline again?"

Su Lin also reacted.

If it is said that at the beginning, Su Ruye's pipa sound was to inspire the talents of these Confucian scholars, which was analogous to the "one drum" on the battlefield, then now it is beginning to "decline again".

"I see! It seems that these people on the stage can't write a few words......

Sure enough, as Su Lin expected, under the sound of Su Ruyi's pipa, these Confucian scholars who were full of confidence just now and felt that they were going to write peerless poems, when they put pen to paper, they slipped one after another, and they didn't know what to write at all, and their previous thoughts were completely blocked......