The person who plays the piano (seeking to read)

"That's it," Ji Ping'an said "oh" and said curiously: "How did you deal with it in previous years?"

In fact, he knows a little bit.

But firstly, after many years, I don’t know if there has been any changes, but secondly, expressing curiosity is more in line with his current character.

Everyone didn't realize that something was different, Jian Zhuang patiently explained:

"According to the rules, these three skills will not be mixed with spiritual essence, so the comparison is the level of the skills themselves, rather than who has strong combat power. Therefore, it is actually difficult for our Imperial Heaven Supervision and Taoist Sect to help... We mainly rely on the court.

"We won the most like the chess path. In previous sessions, the great players of the chess academy played; in the field of music and painting, the court musicians and painters were the main force."

The others nodded and agreed to express their agreement.

Ji Ping'an is innocent and innocent:

"Since that's the case, we'll wait for the result, it's useless to be anxious. By the way, are we going to start the battle now?"

Lin Qin thought for a while and explained:

"It's the beginning, but it's not an immediate confrontation. Generally speaking, the court will not come forward in the past few days, but let the people challenge Molin, so as to test the other party's approach, style, and targeted response.

"..." Huang He felt his emotions were a little discontinuous and continued:

"It's...it's very lively. Senior Sister Yaoyao just found me, which means that our disciples from the Wooden Court will go to watch the fun together... no, they are going to observe the opponent. I'll ask if you want to go."

Huang He was responsible for driving, holding a horse whip in his hand, and the old god is here:

Emperor Yuanqing was very happy and waved:

"It's almost done, and the people from the Hundred Workers Department came to see me. The reckless men in the province really thought that there was no one in God."

The three of them agreed to return to their residence in a carriage to regain their energy for tomorrow's battle.

"It is said that the people are creeping tigers and hidden dragons, but they are gone at this time."

...

At night, the green lotus is small.

The three of them were ordered to officially end tomorrow, face Mo Lin and promote the majesty of the court.

The chief musician is a woman with light makeup, so she will be embarrassed:

Not surprising.

Accepting anyone's challenge and the rest of them watch, this will last until dark. After that, they will return to the inn to rest, and this will be repeated.

Every morning, the three teams would set off from the inn and head to different venues in the capital of Shen and set up the arena.

Observing your opponent... Ji Ping'an thought carefully for a while and said:

"Young Master," the gate of the courtyard was knocked open with a 'bang'. Huang He ran in excitedly with the food box in one hand, "The court is going to take action!"

In the next few days, Mo Lin's "martial arts performance" became the biggest hot topic.

Even so, it made the two of them feel relieved.

"So, there will be a few days left to wait for the real big scene. I don't know how many people will go to watch it at that time, and I'm looking forward to it."

...

To be honest, if they could refuse, they would not want to fight on behalf of the court. It would be great if they won, but if they were defeated... Not to mention the entire capital of God, the spitting stars of millions of people.

Emperor Yuan Qing put down the spoon, snorted coldly, and said:

"There are so many people." In the carriage, Mu Yaoyao poked her delicate face out of the car window, and saw the traffic on the streets, and the abortion that could be seen by the naked eye increased.

No one is willing to bear the anger of His Majesty the Divine Emperor alone.

Not only them, but also disciples from other academies went to observe together, but there were not many places.

After pondering for a while, he answered cautiously:

"I have also observed the 'chess king' playing chess record, and have gradually figured out its tricks in the past few days."

"I'm not to be hiding from you. I have been to Baidi in private. Although the man who holds the Qin in Molin is not old, he is extremely extraordinary. Although I don't use practice methods, I have no confidence in winning, especially... I still cannot be sure whether the other party will use all his strength."

When Emperor Qing of Yuan finished his morning court, changed into regular clothes, and sat down for meals, he routinely listened to the old eunuch reporting on the recent situation in the city.

After the group retreated from the imperial study room, they led the Ganqing Palace to the nearby attendants in the palace, and then sent it out of the palace gate. They couldn't help but gathered together, and they all saw the solemn expressions on each other's faces.

Huang He said excitedly: "The court will send Lian Guomao tomorrow, as well as the chief painter and musician of the palace, to compete with Mo Lin."

...

Royal Palace.

"Okay, call me tomorrow."

Ji Ping'an yawned: "Then?"

The next day, in the morning.

When spring and summer alternate, the city is shining brightly, but it is not hot. There are so many pedestrians on the spacious streets, and the white dike in the distance is approaching.

"Your Majesty has his life, and we will do our best. But Molin painting is the best in the world, especially the painting path, and we have never lost. We will rely on two people in this battle."

At first, there were many people who were brave enough to go on the arena, but the more they went back, the fewer.

"Here."

"No defeat?"

Mu Yaoyao and his group, who also changed into ordinary dresses, left the Imperial Heaven Supervision and rode in a carriage towards the direction of the ring.

That is, the great player of Shendu Chess Academy and the most famous Chess Artist, Lian Congyun.

After saying that, both of them looked at the last man with a gentle temperament, wearing a square scarf, and over 50 years old.

...

Soon, the great master of the Kyoto Chess Academy, three top painters, were summoned by the contemporary divine emperor in the Imperial Study Room.

Ji Ping'an took off his star official robe, put on ordinary clothes, and habitually picked up a straw hat and put it on his head.

Later, news that the court would send people to fight would spread wildly and spread throughout the city.

The implication is that you can be sure to win by relying solely on the chess power that the other party has shown now. If you hide your strength, it is another matter.

Ji Ping'an lay lazily on the rattan chair, absorbing the spiritual essence in the moonlight in an undetected way.

The results of each competition will spread quickly through the onlookers.

The people of Shendu are not depressed, but are more excited because they know very well that the real powerful figure has not yet come to an end.

"Is the national player confident?" asked the chief painter.

One of the three arenas in Molin, the piano music venue, is located on the shore of Baidi Lake. As he approached, a sound of piano like a mountain flowing water suddenly came from his ears.

Hearing this, he opened his eyelids and stretched: "What's wrong, I'm fussing."

The chief painter of the palace looked bitter and bowed:

The other disciples were also excitedly talking. Ji Ping'an sat in the car, feeling the soft and beautiful cushion on his waist, and looked out through the left window.

The result of the battle for several days was Mo Lin's complete victory.

The old eunuch "Eunuch Deng" served by the side and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty has a clear understanding. The people of the people are shallow in their eyes. When they see those with some skills, they will be called masters. But they don't know that the really powerful figure in the world has already fallen into Your Majesty's destiny."

"What's this? There are so many people when Gods are awarding great rewards. Today, this is just an appetizer. Most of the people who come here are still nearby people, not people from the world."

Some shops even sent people to lie in, record daily results and print them into tabloids for sale - yes, this is also the invention of the national teacher in the past.

As the sound of the piano came into my ears, there seemed to be a figure playing the piano in front of me.

“This song…”

No one noticed that Ji Ping'an's originally lazy and unsightly gaze was a little...serious.

It will be released tomorrow at noon. Please support me. There is no manuscript saved and the code is in progress. There is still another chapter tonight.

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