The birds on the high platform let out a clear chirp, fluttering their wings and flying towards the snow-shrouded mountain top!
In the astonished eyes of thousands of people, the phantom of the phoenix on the high platform turned into dots of golden light at the moment when many birds flew away, and disappeared into Chen Xiaoyan, who lowered his head to play the piano.
At this moment, Chen Xiaoyan, who was stroking the strings with both hands, also held back the last talisman, just as the golden light entered her body.
For a moment, there was silence on and off the high platform.
Whether it was a group of disciples from the Chen family in Loulan City or thousands of monks and elders from Tianyun Mountain, they all turned to look at the birds that gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
Little Ling'er, who was the first to wake up, took Ping An's hand and asked, "Ping An, where have those birds gone?"
Hearing the sound, Ping An lowered his head and looked at Meng Shentong in front of the main hall. Seeing that the old man did not say a word, he smiled and said: "Those birds went to the back mountain to look for their brother, and Ping An will also go to play with his brother soon."
When Xiao Ling'er heard this, she couldn't help but look at Chen Xiaoyan in front of the piano platform, looked at her and asked: "Sister, who won this competition?"
"This...I don't know either..."
After Chen Xiaoyan came back to her senses, she turned to look at Nalan Ruoyu under the high platform. In the entire Tianyun Mountain, only Yuzun had the highest piano skills.
At this moment, she could only believe in the judgment of her new master.
Yao Zun and Yuan Zun, who were sitting aside, looked at Yu Zun who was silent. Even the headmaster couldn't help but asked: "Junior sister, who wins and who loses in this competition?"
Whether it is the four sages, thousands of monks, or the disciples of the Chen family, they are all waiting for Yu Zun's final judgment.
Yuzun looked at Chen Xiaoyan who was blushing on the high platform, Wang Qiang who was worried below the high platform, and Sima Jinglan who was nervous beside him.
Suddenly he chuckled and said: "What's the point of winning or losing? In my opinion, this competition can only be regarded as a draw!"
"A draw!" Thousands of monks under the high platform exploded instantly. In their opinion, there must be a distinction between high and low, right?
"Junior sister, how do you say this?"
Even the headmaster had to ask questions for the sake of the dignity of Tianyun Mountain.
"Girl Yu, tell me what's in your heart!" Only Meng Shentong, who was sitting quietly aside, said calmly.
Nalan Ruoyu looked at everyone's nervous look, sighed, and said leisurely: "When I say a draw, it's a draw!"
"If we only go by the previous competition between Sima Jinglan and Miss Chen, Tianyun Mountain naturally lost. Everyone has witnessed this with their own eyes, so there is no need for me to say more."
"Yes, the lady won before!"
Chen Yihu, who was standing in the crowd, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yu Zun say these words.
From my heart, it seems that Tianyun Mountain is still a reasonable sect, and it is a good choice for my young lady to become a disciple of Yu Zun.
Even the monks from Tianyun Mountain couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, Lord Yu, since we lost this game, why did it become a draw?"
Nalan Ruoyu looked at the thousands of monks, shook her head gently, and said in a solemn voice: "But at the last moment, the birds that she had summoned to return to their nests were called away by the phoenix call from the mountain behind Zhufeng. "
When the headmaster heard this, he couldn't help but think back to the scene that just happened.
Finally, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "So what?"
Nalan Ruoyu looked at the crowd and chuckled: "Even the boy who was banned by me in the back mountain is also my disciple. His undeclared fight broke the rules of the game..."
Boom! There was a sound, like a thunder in winter.
Whether it was the thousands of monks or the four sect masters in the audience, as well as the numerous elders of the sect, they realized that the person who was playing the piano in the back mountain was actually the little handyman who the Yuzun had snatched away at the apprenticeship ceremony that day. .
This is really unbelievable. How long has it been since the handyman came?
A little handyman who didn't even have a spiritual vein actually defeated the eldest lady of the Chen family in Loulan City. The young lady of the Chen family who couldn't even beat senior brother Wang Qiang was defeated by the sect's little handyman?
Hearing this, Yuan Zun sitting aside couldn't sit still.
He shouted loudly: "Who was on duty that day and drove away the little handyman who came to apprentice? Come forward and I promise not to beat you to death!"
When Yaozun heard this, he couldn't help but laugh so hard that he looked at Nalan Ruoyu and said with a smile: "After all, it turns out that it's your family who are having fun here, but it makes us feel the cold wind!"
The headmaster also smiled and said: "Junior sister, you have to treat everyone to a drink."
Only Meng Shentong asked coldly: "My student obviously won, why did Yu Yatou decide that it was a draw?"
At this point, even Chen Xiaoyan, who was as high as the top, couldn't sit still, because she also heard the phoenix cry from the back mountain.
Nalan Ruoyu glared at Meng Shentong and said with a smile: "His undeclared war makes it appear that our Tianyun Mountain is unreasonable and bullying the weak women from Loulan City!"
She was thinking in her mind that since it was a mess anyway, she might as well make it more messy, and finally let the Chen family make their own decisions.
But the Chen Xiaoyan in front of her had made up her mind to take her as her disciple.
No matter in terms of character or cultivation, Chen Xiaoyan is her favorite candidate.
When Meng Shentong said this, she was immediately shocked and speechless.
But thinking about it in the blink of an eye, this silly boy Wang Qiang is indeed too weak. Since Yu Zunxiang and Xini, he might as well fulfill Chen Xiaoyan's wishes.
Worst of all, the game ended in a draw.
Thinking of this, Meng Shentong finally burst out laughing, looked at the sky and said: "Silly boy, you are scaring the guests, please calm down your momentum!"
Not long after the old man finished speaking, everyone could no longer hear the faint sound of the piano coming from the wind and snow.
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in a bamboo shed on the top of the mountain, chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that Master is actually a good person. He made a mess of mud for Senior Brother Wang Qiang and Miss Chen!"
I saw his hands gently pressing on the strings, stopping the unfinished song "Hundred Birds Facing the Wind".
From the heart, it seems that Li Hongxiu, the master's wife, was also a heroic girl who was not inferior to her men back then. She won the Xuanwu Continent with just one piece of music, and also conquered the proud girls in Loulan City.
When I return to the Apricot Blossom Valley someday, I have to tell this wonderful story to a group of relatives.
As the sound of his piano disappeared, the golden phoenixes in the sky turned into dots of starlight, slowly sinking into his body.
But the hundreds of birds that came after hearing the music still refused to leave and kept chirping at the young man.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at a group of birds and smiled: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Having said that, my heart flew to the Tianshan Mountains back then.
In the early morning after the snowstorm that year, dozens of birds were waiting in front of the wooden house in front of Shiping, waiting for them to take out the broken rice and feed them.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, stood up, poured a few bowls of spiritual rice on the stone slabs of the bamboo shed, and said with a smile: "Don't grab it, come in and eat. When you're full, go home."
Hundreds of birds seemed to understand Li Xiuyuan's voice, and they jumped over to grab the spiritual rice on the ground. The scene was even more lively than when he was playing the piano before.
Li Xiuyuan put away his iron harp and went out to write, ink, paper and inkstone. He poured a few drops of hot tea from the pot onto the inkstone.
But in my heart, I was thinking about how to win this last competition.
Everyone in front of the Yaoguang Palace accepted Yu Zun's judgment and determined that the second game was a draw.
So they all shouted loudly: "Now that the second game is over, let's quickly start the third game!"
"We can't wait, senior brother, who will help you in the third game?"
"Come on, Senior Brother! We are optimistic about you!"
"Come on Miss, we are optimistic about you!"
A group of monks under the high platform encouraged the two parties that were about to participate.
Xiao Ling'er pulled Ping An and asked seriously: "Ping An, do you know who is competing with my sister in the last match?"
Ping An looked at her and chuckled: "Ping An doesn't know. If the master can't beat Sister Chen, I will go to the back mountain to invite my brother."
Chen Xiaoyan, who was on the high platform, had quietly put away the guqin on the piano platform and the unburned incense burner.
Looking at Nalan Ruoyu under the high platform, he asked: "Master, how will this final competition be? Who in Tianyun Mountain will fight on behalf of Senior Brother Wang Qiang?"
"Junior sister, hurry up, the weather is getting colder, don't freeze the disciples of the sect and the guests of Loulan City."
The headmaster looked at Nalan Ruoyu beside him and couldn't help but raise his voice a bit.
Even the head coach and others don’t know who will fight in the third game right now?
After all, there are not many monks in Tianyun Mountain who are versatile in both civil and military affairs. Regardless of whether they are male or female monks, they all focus on martial arts cultivation.
Even Yaozun frowned. Although she had many female disciples, when it came to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, none of them were good at it.
Nalan Zuo Ruoyu didn't look anxious at all. He looked at the thousands of disciples and said with a smile: "If any of you can't withstand the wind and snow on Zhufeng, you can leave first."
Seeing that no one said anything, he continued: "Since it is a competition, there must be a process! In my opinion, the result is not important. We must learn to enjoy the process of this competition!"
Nalan Ruoyu's words were like a slap in the face, hitting the heads of thousands of disciples and elders hard, and Bian Yuanzun couldn't help but admire him.
Then he said: "Yu Zun is right. Since when did the elders and disciples of the sect only care about the results of the competition, no one has ever paid attention to the process."
Chen Xiaoyan on the high platform clasped her hands in her fists and said loudly: "Disciple, thank you Master for your teachings!"
Nalan Ruoyu looked at her and nodded, and said seriously: "In the second competition, the Tianyun Mountain disciples took the lead. In the third competition, it was naturally the Chen family's turn in Loulan to take action first."
After hearing what Pai said, the headmaster decided: "In that case, please ask Miss Chen to arrange for the disciples of the Chen family to play!"
When everyone in the audience heard this, they were about to start the last competition. One win and one loss in the first two games. Obviously Tianyun Mountain lost. Can they win back in this last game?
Thousands of Tianyun Mountain disciples had bright eyes, and everyone was looking forward to at least winning the last game.
"You want to take action personally?" Nalan Ruoyu looked at Chen Xiaoyan.
"Master, it's taken so long, I'm embarrassed to let everyone stand in the wind and snow..."
After that, he turned around and walked to the table. At this time, Xiao Ling'er had prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and obediently sharpened the ink for her. Ping An stood aside and watched nervously.
Because he didn't know whether his master could win the final battle, let alone whether his brother on the mountain would help his master win the last battle.
Wang Qiang, who was under the high stage, pursed his lips tightly because Meng Shentong told him that he didn't need to take action in the last scene.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, and then on Miss Chen's family on the high platform. If they lost even this last game, the entire Tianyun Mountain disciples would be very embarrassed.
However, since Senior Brother Wang Qiang has no intention of taking action, it means that Yuzun has already arranged the candidate.
They just wait and enjoy the exciting competition process.
Chen Xiaoyan withdrew her beautiful eyes and looked at the mountain top shrouded in wind and snow. The roar of the wind had already amazed her, but at this moment she still didn't know where her opponent was?
But no matter what, she had no way out.
"Then let's fight."
Chen Xiaoyan also understood that there was no turning back when she opened her bow, not to mention that she was now considered a disciple of Yuzun, so she had to finish this last battle. This was considered respecting the other party and giving an explanation to the family.
