Although Luo Lao said this, the others couldn't understand it and were still unconvinced. One of them, who was about twenty years old, stepped forward and said, "Since Elder Luo said so, we naturally won't say more." It's just that the calligraphy of this chess game has been compared, and I don't know if Young Master Lin is interested in teaching the piano art and calligraphy and painting together."

"Who are you?" Lin Feng smiled disdainfully, without the slightest hint of nervousness.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and became angry, "I am the son of the Qiu family in the northern Xinjiang city, Qiu Yuande." Since childhood, he has learned the rhythm of the piano sound, although he is not talented, but he wants to challenge Young Master Lin's high skills. How, don't you dare to fight?"

Qiu Yuande had two fellow servants on his side hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and whispered in his ear, "Young Master, are you crazy, this is Lingyun City, just at the foot of Lingyun Mountain." If we are in trouble, the two of us will not be able to protect the young master."

Ling Yun is a decent family, even if he loses, he won't use brute force to suppress me, don't worry!"

Lin Feng laughed, what this person said was really good, "Since Your Excellency has invited you, it is inconvenient to refuse." Would you please play a song first, and lend the guqin to the next one later?"

Naturally, he would not refuse, and the piano fight began.

I have to say that Qiu Yuande's piano skills are very extraordinary, living in Beijiang City, close to Luoyinxuan, almost everyone in the city can play the qin. But there are not many people who can bring music rhythm into people's hearts, and this Qiu Yuande is one of them.

Fuqin seven strings, misty fairy sound. The hand is soft and soothing, like a breeze blowing, and like an endless stream lingering in the ears, flowing and wandering, people can't help but indulge in it, like a strong wine in the stomach, and the mind and thoughts are wandering with the sound of the piano.

One moment on the top of a high mountain, another north of the sea of clouds. One moment I couldn't help but hold my breath when I was at the bottom of the sea, and the next second the grass surrounded me with birds and flowers.

Clear spring out of the valley, heavenly fairyland. The crowd has been wandering.

As soon as the song fell, Qiu Yuande had already stopped, but the people present were still unable to extricate themselves.

He handed the guqin to Lin Feng. The latter was unmoved, and his smile did not diminish in the slightest. took the guqin and said, "I don't know if your excellency this guqin is precious, it is not good in the lower cultivation, but the fingers are very strong, if it damages the precious things, it will be difficult to explain."

"Feel free to use it, it's just a casual take, and there is nothing precious at all" Qiu Yuande wished that Lin Feng would break the strings halfway through playing, and then he would win without saying more.

The latter nodded lightly, and stood the piano upright in front of him, his feet back and forth and his master could not move, and his right hand was raised, and in the palm of his hand were all the long brushes of the previous calligraphy and painting.

Just when Qiu Yuande was puzzled, Lin Feng suddenly put his thumb under the strings, used the long pen as a partition, and plucked it vigorously.

In an instant, all the seven strings were disconnected, and fourteen accents were heard, and everyone around them suddenly woke up from their intoxication in an instant, and looked at the person who was playing the qin, at a loss.

Qiu Yuande was suddenly annoyed: "You! I borrowed the piano from you, I don't know how to cherish it, and I will destroy it! I don't know what to say! I don't know what to do!"

On the side, Luo Lao looked left and right, and then shook his head lightly, "Nephew Qiu Xian, you are defeated"

As soon as these words came out, Qiu Yuande was not convinced, and everyone around him was excited.

Luo Lao didn't panic at all, and looked at Leng Zuo, "I want to come, everyone is not convinced, how about you come?"

Leng Zuo nodded and looked at everyone, "This time, Qiu Xian's nephew is indeed defeated, don't worry, just listen to my explanation." Qiu Xian's nephew's piano skills are indeed superb, and the rhythm is fascinating, I guess you will fall into intoxication halfway through hearing it, right?"

Everyone nodded one after another, and because of this, everyone didn't understand why he was defeated, but Lin Feng, who destroyed the strings, won.

Leng Zuo didn't panic and continued to explain, "Because of this, Qiu Xian's nephew was defeated. He used a half-song as a supplement to draw the crowd into the strings. And with a half-song to set everyone's mood. And Lin Shaoxia, a sound will wake everyone up, so already the opportunity to win, it is indeed Lin Shaoxia who is better"

"What are these words! If the sound of the piano is nothing more than that, why have I been studying and practicing diligently for more than ten years?

This rhetoric of Luo Shi and Leng Zuo is like a forced explanation, which is naturally difficult for many people to understand.

"The seven-string ensemble echoes the sound of broken strings, which is a fairy sound. But this method can only deal with a master of the piano like you, and there is no intention of waking up for people who are not drunk. You don't even know a bit about these truths, and you dare to call your piano skills superb?!" Lin Feng shouted in his ears, and everyone was indignant.

Leng Zuo hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, and also admired this person's arrogant temperament, "Don't be angry, this is the truth. If it were a general competition, piano skills would never be judged like this."

Qiu Yuande was angry and couldn't vent his anger, so he pushed the people next to him away, stepped forward and said, "In this case, I am willing to admit defeat." Lin Shaoxia won all three games, and there was only one game of calligraphy and painting left. Since Leng Lao agreed with this person's fairy sound, the two of them can paint with this fairy sound as the theme, and the victory or defeat depends on the artistic conception. I want to see how much Lin Shaoxia has the ability to draw the peerless immortal sound!"

Leng Zuo knew that what he and Luo Shi could understand could not be seen through by others, and he could also understand Qiu Yuande's impatience, and there was no criticism, "Lin Shaoxia, since this is already the case, the old man also wants to see the paintings." How about we paint on this, the time limit for three sticks of incense"

"Since Leng Lao is willing, it's okay to do so"

Two square tables were put together on the left and right, and the two stood opposite each other, and the incense was lit in the middle, and the painting began.

Leng Zuo was already a little unconfident, but the moment he held the long pen, he still instantly sank into meditation, and soon the brush began to wander on the canvas.

A beautiful girl gradually appears in the painting, perched in the clouds, with a guqin on her knees, playing it with her bare hands.

There was no one else around, except for a wild crane that landed beside him, with its eyes closed and its head lowered, intoxicated by the sound of the woman's harp.

Fairy stroking the harp.

Lin Feng, who was standing opposite, never started to write, and Leng Zuo somehow did this happen, so he could only ignore it and continue his paintings.

The innkeeper stood with his hands behind his back, and sighed silently when he looked at it again, he knew what Lin Feng meant. This cold work has failed.

As expected, when the third incense stick was lit, the cold work was completed for the second time, and when I looked up, the canvas on the opposite side was still empty.

Lowering his head just about to be fine, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at Lin Feng, wanting to see that the other party was nervous or at a loss, any appearance was not like his own guess, but Lin Feng just stood proudly, smiling at each other.

After a while, the paintbrush was put aside, and Leng Zuo clasped his fists and saluted, "Hey, I lost under the next, the young man is really powerful, admire"

Without waiting for everyone to let out an exclamation, the innkeeper opened his mouth to break the silence, "The so-called fairy sound cannot be described, Leng Lao, why did you forget this layer." Hey, I really shouldn't have been."

Four words, no one is convinced.

But they couldn't say anything more, knowing that they would definitely be explained back. In this so-called game, only the naked eye can see the victory or defeat, and the latter is annoying.