The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 81 Drawing a Dragon 【Please subscribe! 】

The crowd got bigger and bigger.

Although the public had some illusions about Mo Lin performing martial arts, they didn't think that under the premise that court musicians and music masters in Shendu failed one after another, there were still people who could do it.

Even when they heard the sound of the flute, most people subconsciously believed that it was played by the musician Mo Lin.

But a very simple inference is that:

Even if it is played by a musician, it must not be easy for him to take it so seriously.

If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see that with the Baidi Arena as the center, the flow of people gradually gathers like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

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And near the arena, the sound of a flute also came to an end.

The turbulent river gradually calmed down, and the birds circling in the sky also fell to the branches. With the ending of the high-spirited and mournful flute, the audience on the shore also returned to reality from time.

The end of the song.

"Time" returns to calm, like an old man in the sun, telling the end of a long life, but it also implies the expectation of a new life.

The noise disappeared, and there was only the sound of the wind. Everyone was immersed in the emotions aroused by the music and couldn't extricate themselves.

Ji Pingan put down the bamboo flute, turned around, and saw the bookish female musician in a plain long skirt sitting cross-legged in silence.

"It's your turn."

It was only at this time that Zhong Tongjun came back to his senses, his face was sentimental, excited, and puzzled.

At this moment, the Molin genius forgot that he was in the arena, and his eyes showed respect and bewilderment:
"Why is the "Time" you played so profound?"

This is a euphemistic way of saying it. In fact, she thinks that Mo Lin's most powerful musician is not as good as the one in front of her, regardless of the level of technique and technology, and only in terms of "phonology".

Ji Pingan thought for a while and said, "Practice more?"

It's hard for him to say, because I have lived long enough, and because I have personally improved this piece of music many times.

Practice more... huh... Mr. Zhong Tong couldn't accept this answer, and was a little surprised.

At this time, the musician Mo Lin and the "referees" near the ring came back to their senses one after another.

The former was shocked and moved at first, and then suddenly realized that this was in the "Yuanwu" arena, and couldn't help becoming nervous.

It is also a piece of "Time", Zhong Tongjun used her best piano as the carrier, played it once, and went all out.

But at that time, it couldn't compare to today's song, not to mention that according to the rules, Senior Sister Zhong still needs to use the corresponding instrument?
After sitting for several days, the referees who did not play a role were dazed and excited.

I don't know who this young man who broke out suddenly is. Is there really an expert in the folk who can't leak it?
But this is not important anymore. The real key lies in whether the opponent has won the battle in place of Da Zhou.

"Hey, Musician Zhong, it's your turn." A referee urged.

"Yes, don't make everyone wait too long." Another referee also said.

There is a decision in my heart:
If Mr. Zhong Tong's music was only at the level of three days ago, then no matter what, they would give God a victory.

With such a clear gap, even Mo Lin couldn't say "no".

However, Zhong Tongjun did not pick up the bamboo flute, she was silent for a while, and sighed:

"I don't know what your methods are, but as far as this song is concerned, Mr. Tong is willing to bow down. In this match, I, Mo Lin, lost."

wow——

Her voice was amplified by the magic circle, sweeping through the crowd.

At this time, the onlookers who were immersed in emotions woke up like a dream and were stunned. They only felt that the surprise came too fast, so they were unprepared.

After being stunned for a few breaths, there was the first cheer, and then more and more cheers, as dense as the sea.

"Win."

"We finally won a game."

"The woman surrendered."

The people of Shendu have been suppressed for several days, and they don't expect that there will be a turning point, and it will not appear in the game of Go, which everyone is most confident in, but in the contest of music.

Highlight a surprise.

Immediately, someone ran excitedly into the distance to share the news with their friends, but was startled by the majestic crowd coming from a distance.

Then, those people who still didn't know what happened, also heard Mo Lin's confession, and became excited and clamored, asking what happened.

The scene was chaotic.

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on the ring.

Ji Pingan was surprised by the girl's magnanimity and straightforwardness. Thinking that she saved him a lot of time, he got up and nodded:

"Assignment."

Then he walked straight down, this decisive action made Mr. Zhong Tong, who wanted to let him talk about music theory, stunned for a moment, wondering if he should stop him.

Seeing that Ji Ping'an was about to walk into the crowd, the young musician who had registered before finally got excited, picked up a pen and paper, and asked:
"That... this young man, I don't know how to call him?"

Ji Pingan didn't look back, and said, "He."

The young musician confirmed and said: "What can I do?"

Ji Pingan left a sentence: "It's just a grain."

After finishing speaking, he walked among the crowd who consciously separated a path to the left and right, and left along the Baidi to the distance.

The scene was too chaotic, too many people flooded in, breaking up the original pattern.

So except for the closest group of people, the people behind didn't know that this young man wearing a bamboo hat was the winner just now, and they let Ji Pingan leave.

There were also a few curious ones who tried their best to push through the crowd and tried to follow Ji Pingan, wanting to know where this mysterious "Mr. He" lived.

"Senior Sister, what should I do next?" The young musician walked onto the ring anxiously and looked at Mr. Zhong Tong.

They didn't expect that they would lose.

Zhong Tongjun shook his head, bit his lip, and said:
"I will continue to defend the competition. I only lost this one. Two to one, we still won. But this matter is important, you should report it to the high teacher immediately."

"Yes." The young musician left in a hurry.

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in the crowd.

"Young lady," the short-tempered Zhao Xinghuo cursed angrily as the carriage got stuck in the vast sea of ​​people, unable to advance an inch:
"Why are there so many older people?"

Stupid Star Officer of the Fire Academy!
Others despised it, thinking that the music battle was so big, it would be strange if there were fewer people.

Jian Zhuang shook his head, looked at the arena that was clearly very close and far away, and said:

"The people are all gone. There's no need to squeeze through, there are too many people. It seems that Mr. Zhong Tong will not make a move."

Wang Xian said: "Then go back and report this news to the prison. I'm afraid the prison lords don't know yet."

Emperor Shi Hao said doubtfully:
"It's just that 'Mr. He', who is so divine? God has such a powerful expert? With his artistic conception, as long as his aptitude is not too bad, if he wants to worship Mo Lin, it is not suitable to take the path of musician."

Only female Si Chen Lin Qin's beautiful eyes did not blink, recalling the startled figure just now, said:

"Did you feel that when that person stepped down just now, his temperament and figure looked familiar?"

The geniuses were taken aback for a moment and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he remembered Ji Pingan's same glance when he beheaded the demon assassin outside the Anxiang Building not long ago.

But immediately they shook their heads, throwing away this somewhat absurd idea.

Wang Xian said: "I think they are good at rhythm and have similar temperaments in painting, so they look similar, but their stature is still different from Junior Brother Ji."

Everyone nodded and accepted this more reasonable explanation.

"You mother." Zhao Xinghuo cursed and interrupted:

"Don't talk about these useless things, the carriage is stuck, how can I go back to Qin Tianjian now?"

Stupid Star Officer of the Fire Academy!
Everyone looked down and stood up one after another: "You can't walk with your legs?"

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post house.

As the disciples left for the three arenas, the place became much deserted.

There are only a few handymen in charge of cleaning, and a few painters and musicians who have no fun in the past.

Gao Mingjing didn't go out today, but Xu had a good start and was in a good mood.

After waking up today, he suddenly got up, sat in the room and spread out the drawing paper.

No trouble, the witch who was sleeping on the lazy bed, buried in the ink, grinds the ink and draws the paint by herself, and prepares to paint a landscape painting.

"The last day, after today, this martial arts performance will be considered complete."

Gao Mingjing put down the inkstone, picked up a paintbrush and poked it into it, slowly soaking the tip of the hair in light blue ink, as if talking to himself, or talking to an ink girl.

Based on his understanding of God's Capital and Emperor Yuanqing's character during this period of time, he is sure that there will be no surprises today.

Inside the dark old inkstone, Mo Nu turned over and ignored him.

Gao Mingjing smiled, and was about to pick up his pen and write it down.

Suddenly, the gate of the post house was slammed open, and a young musician ran in.

Under the surprised eyes of the handymen sweeping the courtyard, after a short search, they went straight to Gao Mingjing's room.

"What's the matter?" Gao Mingjing's heart skipped a beat, with a sudden premonition.

The young musician gasped and said:
"It's not good! Just now, Senior Sister Zhong came to challenge with a rough bamboo flute, but..."

"What's the result?" Gao Mingjing couldn't help raising his voice.

The young musician said with a mournful face, "Senior Sister Zhong lost!"

"Clap."

Gao Mingjing flicked the paintbrush in his hand, and a huge drop of ink fell on the snow-white drawing paper on the table, blurring a large area.

The Molin painter maintained this posture, and after listening to the young musician's narration, the leisure in his heart disappeared.

He frantically searched in his mind, but he couldn't find any temperament master with the surname "He".

"How is the situation now?" Gao Mingjing dropped his brush and asked in a deep voice.

The young musician said:
"Senior Sister Zhong is still in the arena, the challenger has already left, and the people around are gathering more and more, so I managed to squeeze out."

Gao Mingjing took a deep breath and said, "I'll go and have a look."

After a pause, seeing the musician's uneasy expression, he calmed down a little, and comforted him:
"It doesn't matter, even if they beat one of the three rings, they still win."

"En." The young musician nodded, and could only comfort herself in this way.

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the other side.

Ji Pingan left the crowd, took advantage of the chaos to shake off those boring followers, changed direction, and walked towards the second "Green Apricot Garden".

The three arenas belong to different directions and are far apart from each other.

Even though the music is blessed by formations, in order to avoid noise interference, the transmission range is only limited to that side. As for the relevant news, it has not been delivered for a while.

Therefore, the Green Apricot Garden has not received any news yet, which can be regarded as a time lag and poor information.

It is the same as that of Baidi, and the crowd of onlookers outside the Green Apricot Garden is also much smaller.

Only a few scholars lingered, scattered outside the courtyard, admiring the long paintings posted on the wall to pass the time.

There are no challengers here either.Therefore, when people saw a young man wearing a bamboo hat and ordinary clothes walking towards the gate of the courtyard, they were a little suspicious at first.

"Is it a challenge? Or is there something else?"

Not sure.

It wasn't until Ji Pingan expressed his intentions to the painter at the door that people finally raised their spirits:

"It's really here to fight, I don't know which big family's young master it is."

"Why can't you be a disciple of a hermit? The so-called great hermit who lives in the city... For example, some time ago, I heard that there is a young master in the Anxiang Tower, who has excellent painting skills."

"Painting is expensive. If you are not rich, how can you learn it? Of course, if you say that rural painters are also counted, then you are right."

A famous scholar commented that his mood was very stable, and he didn't expect too much.

If it is said that in the field of "Go", it is a competition of brain power, and the peak period is when you are young, so there are many young chess masters in history, then "painting" is a skill that requires more experience.

It's not that there are no masters among young people, it's just that when the opponent is Mo Lin, who is famous for his "painting skills"... any painter will be eclipsed.

Therefore, when the court painter was defeated, the onlookers here were much calmer than the other two places.

It seemed that it was only natural for Mo Lin to win.

"Please follow me." The young painter guarding the gate looked at the person in front of him in surprise, unable to figure out the origin of his footsteps, but still smiled and invited him in.

The rhetoric is not far from that of young musicians.

"Painting should be quiet, and it is good for people to appreciate it when it is finished. Therefore, there is no high platform, and the competition venue is only in this garden."

The young painter explained that when the two walked around the screen wall, the front suddenly opened up, and it really turned out to be an elegant courtyard.

At this moment, there are tables and cases placed in the courtyard, on which there are all pen holders and drawing paper, without exception, they are the first-class goods.

The "referee team" composed of a group of famous scholars sat under the left eaves corridor, closed their eyes and fell asleep.Already lying flat, hopeless.

The rest of the people in the courtyard, except the servants and a Molin painter, are sitting in the center of the courtyard, and the most eye-catching is a handsome man behind the table.

Wearing a loose robe stained with some ink stains, he closed his eyes and breathed out, his facial features were handsome, and he looked like a gentleman.

"How do you compare?" Ji Pingan walked straight over and said the same lines not long ago.

Qu Chuchen opened his eyes and showed a gracious smile: "May I ask what your name is?"

"He." Ji Ping'an added, "He was hoeing at noon on the day of hoeing."

Wat Chuchen smiled and praised:

"The poem by the national teacher in the past is an insight into the sufferings of the people's livelihood. It is simple and unpretentious, and it is catchy. It is indeed a masterpiece through the ages."

But its author is a corrupt official... Ji Pingan sighed and repeated: "How do you compare?"

Qu Chuchen was stunned for a moment, surprised by the other party's urgency, smiled casually, pointed to the desks, and said:
"Young master can designate a theme, and you and I will paint separately. After the painting is completed, it will be judged by famous artists, and then posted for appreciation by outsiders."

Every painter has a theme that he is good at. Some are good at landscapes, some are good at figures, some are good at immortals and Buddhas...

Subdivided down, according to the color, there are "ink", "splash ink", "green", "light crimson" and so on.

In terms of painting methods, it is also divided into "gongbi", "cracking method", "line drawing", "boneless" and so on.

There are many dimensions.

Qu Chuchen let the challenger choose his field of expertise, which shows the absolute confidence of Mo Lin painter.

"Theme?" Ji Ping'an thought for a while. He always paints as he pleases. Regardless of technique, he only talks about artistic conception, and he has no field of expertise.

Difficulty choosing.

But what Mo Lin said... a moment of sadness appeared in his eyes, and he said:

"Then... let's draw a dragon."

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ps: 1 words here, I only slept for three hours last night, so I went to catch up on sleep.

(End of this chapter)