"What a good person! He is polite and well-behaved. He is worthy of being my disciple, Meng Shentong!" Meng Shentong, who was sitting in the main hall, looked at Li Xiuyuan who was holding the piano on the high platform and praised loudly.
"Miss Ouyang, three of your strings are broken, do you still want to continue the competition?"
Nalan Ruoyu in the main hall looked at the old man's excitement, tried his best to suppress the urge to fly up to the high platform, and asked Ouyang Manxue who was in a daze.
Although she didn't know why the strings of the piano broke, she saw a rainbow after the rain from Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting in the snow but the sound of the piano continued.
And that was exactly the quality she needed. Even though she had won, she was not arrogant or arrogant.
Ouyang Manxue on the high platform did not say a word, but Ouyang Chongming on the main hall couldn't help but said: "We lost this competition, Manxue, come down, this fault is not yours!"
Ouyang Xuan behind him was startled, and then shouted loudly: "Junior sister, come down, I can't blame you for what happened to the string!"
Both he and Ouyang Chongming thought that Ouyang's Xueman's hand was too heavy and they were eager to kill the boy. This caused the strings on the guqin to break under the weight!
It can only be said that the disciples of Zhufeng were very lucky. In this accident, they used the table and chair in front of them to break the sword energy transformed from the harp that Ouyang Manxue struck!
Seeing that the other party had given up, Yuan Zun shouted loudly: "Li Xiuyuan, stop, you can rest for a quarter of an hour! The people below will help clean up the things on the high platform!"
For a moment, disciples from Tianyun Mountain rushed to the high platform one after another, congratulating Li Xiuyuan who fell to the ground, and picking up the broken pieces on the ground!
Little Ling'er rushed up to the high platform with a roar and pulled Li Xiuyuan up from where he was sitting in the snow.
He asked with a smile: "It's a pity that guy Ping An was accompanying his master on the mountain and couldn't see my brother's wonderful competition!"
Li Xiuyuan silently put away the iron piano and folded and put away the silk scarf with the musical scores on the floor.
He walked up to Ouyang Manxue and said softly: "Thank you, senior sister, for your kindness!"
Until this moment, Li Xiuyuan still looked timid, but there was no trace of hatred in Ouyang Manxue's eyes!
After thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother Li, tell me when did you break my strings? Tell me and I will never tell anyone..."
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said with a smile: "Senior sister, you are joking. The sword energy you slashed scared me out of my mind. I managed to hide away..."
Ouyang looked at him and sighed, silently putting away his guqin.
Then he said softly: "If... I said if it is, you will go exploring in the snowy mountains after spring. Come to me then, and I will take you with me."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. He immediately put down Xiao Ling'er's hand, bowed his hands to Ouyang Manxue and said, "In that case, I'll ask Senior Sister to take care of me when the time comes!"
Ouyang Xueman nodded, turned around and walked under the high platform.
Somehow, she lost this competition inexplicably, and she couldn't take her anger out on the young man in black shirt in front of her.
Seeing the girl in a white dress walking down the high platform, Li Xiuyuan took Xiao Ling'er's hand and said, "I have another competition, what are you doing here?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ling'er handed him a kettle and said with a smile: "Xiao Ling'er is afraid that you are thirsty, so take a sip of hot tea quickly and win another game later!"
Li Xiuyuan took the kettle and opened it. Sure enough, it was steaming. He couldn't help but drink half the kettle in one breath.
He sighed softly, looked at Xiao Ling'er and said, "Is there any meat? Let's go to Zhufeng to have barbecue tonight!"
Although the two people spoke very softly, many monks in the field still heard it.
Upon entering, many people in the square turned to look at the mountain behind them.
It's just that Bamboo Peak is hidden in the vast wind and snow, and the peaks in the snow and mist can't be seen clearly at all. They can only vaguely see the palace halfway up the mountain.
Until this moment, many people in the square remembered that they seemed to have never looked at this mountain carefully in the past.
Because the owner of the mountain, Yu Zun, was neither a disciple nor a disciple, and was aloof, the disciples of Tianyun Mountain did not dare to approach it. Its silence seemed to disappear in front of everyone.
The mountain is there, and the Bamboo Peak is always there. Since you can't go up, why bother to see it?
In Tianshu Hall, Wang Qiang struggled to lean on the bed, looked at Ping An and said, "It's estimated that it will be time for the second competition in less than half an hour."
Ping An thought for a while and said, "That's why my brother wins!"
Everyone in the square at the foot of the mountain did not hear the conversation in Tianshu Village. The place was quiet and no one spoke.
Everyone is waiting for Yuan Zun in the palace to announce the start of the second competition.
Since Zhufeng's senior brother was lucky enough to win one game, and maybe he could win another one, maybe the god of fate today would always hang over Xiaoyi's head?
The debris on the high platform had been cleaned up, and the disciples walked off the high platform one after another. Little Ling'er followed and returned to her sister in the crowd.
Everyone is waiting nervously.
Ouyang Chongming in the main hall had a low-pitched exchange with Ouyang Xuan beside him. He raised his head and looked at Yuan Zun and said, "Master Yuan Zun, can we continue the second competition?"
"That's about right. How do you want to compete in the next match?"
Yuan Zun communicated with Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu who were beside him, then looked at Ouyang Chongming and asked.
Ouyang Chongming said calmly: "We only competed in chess, calligraphy and painting. Let's play chess in the second game. I wonder if Master Yuanzun has any objections?"
Yuan Zun did not answer immediately, but looked at Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu, waiting for their final decision.
After all, Li Xiuyuan on the high platform is the disciple of the two of them. What is his disciple good at? As a master, I naturally understand.
Nalan Ruoyu was about to start, but she saw Meng Shentong on the side reaching out to interrupt her. She flapped her ears quickly twice. Meng Shentong looked at Ouyang Chongming and laughed.
He replied calmly: "The rules for the first competition are set by you. I remember you once said that the second competition can be decided by us. Do you still remember?"
Meng Shentong's words immediately forced Ouyang Chongming into a blind corner, and there was a moment of dead silence in the field.
After a long while, Ouyang Chongming replied coldly: "That's right, then let's ask Elder Meng to choose one of these four. It's better to have another Qin Dao competition, right?"
"That's impossible, right?!"
Meng Shentong looked at him and laughed: "I think everyone is anxious. The game of chess is endless. Let's just choose the last two!"
After speaking, he looked at Nalan Ruoyu beside him and said with a smile: "Master Yu, why don't you ask that boy on the stage if he knows how to write and draw? If you don't let him admit defeat as soon as possible..."
Nalan Ruoyu was shocked and thought that this ginger is still very spicy!
At that moment, he smiled lightly and said: "He has been forced to a dead end. Is there any way out? If this doesn't work, you have to try it, right?"
The headmaster sitting aside frowned, looked at her and said seriously: "Junior sister, this competition is not based on luck. You have to be more cautious."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Ruoyu pointed at Li Xiuyuan who had his hands behind his back on the high platform and said, "I think so too, why don't you call him down, brother master?"
The headmaster was so angry that he was stunned and immediately speechless.
It's easy to call down the handyman on the high platform, but where can he find someone to take over?
Yaozun, who was sitting aside, looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "The emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, but look at the people on the stage who are in a hurry?"
When the headmaster heard what she said, he simply shut his mouth in desperation, thinking to himself, I'm just waiting to see how you end it?
Ouyang Chongming nodded with Yuan Zun, frowned and said, "Then for the second competition, just choose the last two. It will be much cleaner this way."
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Qing Ouyang Chongming saw it in his eyes. In his opinion, no matter how the second game was compared, his side would definitely win.
As long as he wins one more game, there is no need to compete in the next two games.
Yuan Zun nodded, looked at him and said with a smile: "Then let me move a table to it and prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones. It's freezing here, how can I polish the ink?"
While he was talking, the disciples who were already under the high platform moved a table and chairs to the high platform.
Naturally, there were disciples behind him who carried the prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones onto the high platform and placed them on two tables respectively.
A bold disciple looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Brother, come on... Tianyun Mountain depends on you!"
Li Xiuyuan, who was thinking to himself, was stunned for a moment, looked at the visitor and smiled and said, "I'll try my best."
"Now that we have made a decision, please invite your disciples to come on stage. It's freezing cold today, and everyone is in a hurry... I'm still thinking of going back to make a pot of tea."
Meng Shentong looked at Ouyang Chongming beside him, patted the chair heavily and said.
When Ouyang Chongming heard this, he was a little funny. He thought, at this critical moment of life and death, you actually want to go back and make tea to relieve the cold? He shook his head and made a gesture with Ouyang Xuan beside him.
When Ouyang Xuan heard this, he quickly shouted to the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land under the high platform: "Xia Yun, it's your turn to play!"
So under the high platform, a young man in a white robe with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes walked out of the crowd in the Snowfield Holy Land and walked towards the high platform step by step.
He arrived in front of Li Xiuyuan almost instantly.
"Ouyang Xia Yun from Snowfield Holy Land has met his junior brother from Tianyun Mountain!"
The visitor first said hello to Li Xiuyuan, then turned around to greet the elders in front of the hall, and then quietly walked to the table on the right and sat down.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him and replied: "Zhufeng Li Xiuyuan, I have met my senior brother...are you her brother?" In his opinion, the man in front of him clearly had the face of Ouyang Xueman, Too beautiful to be a man.
Ouyang Xiayun was startled, then smiled and said: "Junior brother has really good taste. It was my eldest sister who was competing with you just now."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at him and smiled: "Please give me your advice!"
Ouyang Chongming in the main hall looked at the two people on the high platform getting close, and seemed a little unhappy. He turned to look at Yuan Zun and said, "What are the rules of my competition?"
"Of course, both calligraphy and painting are acceptable. The elders in the main hall and the thousands of disciples in the square are the judges. I believe everyone can make their own judgment on the quality of this calligraphy and painting, right?"
Just like the first competition, Yuan Zun left the final decision to everyone present. He believed that Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu would not make fun of the sect.
If I were alone, I might not be able to convince the guy in front of me.
Ouyang Chongming was stunned. He didn't expect Yuan Zun to choose to respect everyone's opinions. No matter how he felt, he would let you die faster.
You know, although Ouyang Xiayun's cultivation level is not high, he is known as the little painting god in the Snowfield Holy Land.
He did not believe that the young man in front of him, who had not even gathered his spiritual veins, could defeat the painting god of the Snowfield Holy Land.
"In that case, let's announce the start of the competition!"
Ouyang Chongming looked at Yuan Zun and said calmly: "If we finish the competition earlier, we can also go back to Loulan City to rest earlier."
Yuan Zun did not expect that Ouyang Chongming would say such words as the headmaster and Meng Shentong, and he couldn't help feeling a little angry.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan on the high platform, he shouted: "You can start now. Your master and I are counting on you, so don't let me down!"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and thought to himself: We haven't taken action yet, but you guys have to carry it first?
Ignoring Yuan Zun in the main hall, Li Xiuyuan and Ouyang Xia Yun cupped their hands and smiled: "Senior brother, please come first. I have to think about how to polish this frozen pool of pine ink..."
PS: Is it still enough? I wonder how many monthly passes I can get in exchange for it?
