"That's it," Ji Ping'an said "Oh" and asked curiously: "How did you deal with it in previous years?"
In fact, he knew more or less.
But firstly, after many years, I don’t know if there has been any change. Secondly, expressing curiosity is more in line with his current personality.
No one noticed the difference, Jian Zhuang patiently explained:
"According to the rules, these three skills will not be mixed with spiritual elements, so the comparison is based on the level of the skills themselves, not who is more powerful. Therefore, it is difficult for our Qin Tianjian and the Taoist sect to help... mainly because of the Rely on the court.
"We have the greatest chance of winning if we are like chess. In previous games, top players from the chess academy competed; in the fields of music and painting, court musicians and painters were the main players."
The others nodded in agreement, expressing their agreement.
Ji Pingan said innocently:
"That being the case, let's just wait for the result. There's no point in hurrying. By the way, should we start fighting now?"
Lin Qin thought for a while and explained:
"This is the beginning, but it is not an immediate confrontation. Generally speaking, the court will not come forward in the first few days, and will allow the people to challenge Mo Lin, so as to test out the opponent's approach and style and respond in a targeted manner.
"So the real big event will have to wait a few days. I don't know how many people will go to watch it by then. I'm looking forward to it."
…
In the next few days, Mo Lin's "martial arts performance" became the biggest hot topic.
Every morning, the three teams will set off from the post house and go to different venues in the divine capital to set up the arena.
Accept anyone's challenge and the rest watch, which goes on until dark. Afterwards, they will each return to the post house to rest, and so on.
In the three arenas, the process and results of each competition will be quickly spread among the people watching.
There are even shops that send people to stay on site to record daily results and print them into tabloids for sale - well, this was also the invention of the National Master in the past.
At first, there were many people who had the courage to go into the ring, but as time went on, there were fewer and fewer.
After several days of fighting, Mo Lin won completely.
Not surprising.
The people of Shendu were not depressed, but instead had high expectations, because they knew very well that the real powerful person had not yet come to an end.
…
royal palace.
When Emperor Yuan Qing finished his morning court, put on his regular clothes and sat down to eat, it was his custom to listen to the old eunuch's report on the current situation in the city.
"No defeat?"
Emperor Yuan Qing put down his spoon, snorted coldly, and said:
"The Taoist folk crouching tiger, hidden dragon, but now it has disappeared."
The old eunuch "Eunuch Deng" was waiting on the side and said with a smile:
"Your Majesty clearly knows that the common people are short-sighted and call someone a master when they see someone with some skills. But they don't know that the most powerful person in the world has already fallen into your Majesty's trap."
Emperor Yuanqing Longyan was delighted, waved his hand and said:
"It's almost done. Let the people from the Baigong Department come to see me. A bunch of reckless people in the province really think that even the gods have no one."
"Here."
Not long after, the great national player of the Kyoto chess academy, together with three of the top court musicians and painters, were summoned by the contemporary God Emperor in the imperial study.
The three of them were ordered to officially leave tomorrow and confront Mo Lin to show the dignity of the imperial court.
After the group of people retreated from the Imperial Study Room, they were led out of the Qianqing Palace by the palace attendants, and then out of the palace gate. They couldn't help but gather together, and they could all see the solemn expressions on each other's faces.
The chief painter of the palace looked bitter, cupped his hands and said:
"Your Majesty has your destiny, and we will do our best, but Mo Lin's painting and music writing are the best in the world, especially painting and Taoism, and he has never been defeated. I have to rely on these two for this battle."
The chief musician is a woman with light makeup, and she looks equally embarrassed:
"To tell you the truth, I have been to Baidi in private. Although the person holding the piano in Mo Lin is young, he is extremely extraordinary. Although I don't need any cultivation methods, I am not sure of victory, especially... I still can't at the moment Determine whether the other party is using all its strength."
After saying that, both of them turned their eyes to the last man, who was over fifty years old and had an elegant temperament and a scarf on his head.
Namely: Lian Congyun, a great national player in Shendu Chess Academy and the most famous chess player.
"Are you sure about being a national champion?" the chief painter asked.
Lian Congyun pondered for a moment before answering cautiously:
"I have also watched the 'Chess King' play chess, and over the past few days, I have gradually figured out the method."
The implication is that just relying on the opponent's current chess strength, he is sure to win. If you hide your strength, that's another matter.
Even so, the two of them felt relieved.
Frankly speaking, if they can refuse, they are not willing to fight on behalf of the imperial court. It would be good to win, but if they lose... let alone the entire city of God, millions of people will be spitting.
No one is willing to bear the wrath of His Majesty the God Emperor alone.
The three of them agreed to take carriages back to their residences to recuperate for tomorrow's battle.
Later, the news that the imperial court would send people to fight spread like wildfire throughout the city.
…
At night, Qinglian Xiaozhu.
"Sir," the courtyard door was knocked open with a bang. Huang He ran in excitedly, carrying a food box in one hand, "The imperial court is about to take action!"
Ji Ping'an lay lazily on the wicker chair, absorbing the spiritual essence from the moonlight in a way that no one noticed.
Hearing this, he opened his eyelids and stretched out: "What's the matter? What's all the fuss about."
Huang He said excitedly: "Tomorrow the imperial court will send Lian Guoshou, as well as the chief painter and musician of the palace to compete with Mo Lin."
Ji Ping'an yawned: "Then?"
"..." Huang He felt that his emotions were a bit incoherent and continued:
"It's... it's a lot of excitement. Just now, Senior Sister Yaoyao came to me and said that tomorrow we, the disciples of Muyuan, will come to watch the excitement... no, we are going to observe our opponents. I want to ask you if you want to go."
Are you observing your opponent... Ji Pingan thought carefully for a while and said:
"Okay, call me tomorrow."
…
The next day, morning.
Ji Ping'an took off his star official robe, put on ordinary clothes, and habitually picked up a bamboo hat and put it on his head.
Mu Yaoyao and his group, who also put on ordinary clothes, left the Qintian Prison and took a carriage towards the arena.
Not only them, there are also disciples from other colleges who go to observe, but there are not many places.
"There are so many people." In the carriage, Mu Yaoyao poked her delicate face out of the window and saw the streets were busy with traffic, and the visible flow of people increased.
Huang He was in charge of driving, with a riding crop in his hand, and the old god was there:
"It's nothing. There are so many talents during the Grand Prize Awards in the City of Gods. Today this is just an appetizer. Most of the people who come are people from nearby, not people from the world."
The other disciples were also talking excitedly. Ji Ping'an was sitting in the carriage, feeling the soft brocade cushion on his lower back and looking out through the left window.
At the turn of spring and summer, the sun shines brightly in the city, but it is not too hot. The spacious streets are crowded with people, and the white embankment in the distance is approaching.
One of the three arenas of Molin, a music venue, is located on the bank of Baidi Lake. As he got closer, a piano sound like high mountains and flowing water suddenly came to his ears.
As the music of the piano enters the ears, there seems to be a figure playing the piano that appears and disappears in front of the eyes.
"This song..."
No one noticed that Ji Ping'an's originally lazy eyes became a little...serious.
