Chapter 81: Painting Dragon [Please subscribe!]

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 81: Painting Dragon [Please subscribe!]

The crowds gathered more and more.

Although the people had a little fantasy about Mo Lin's martial arts performance, they did not think that under the premise that the palace musicians and the music in the Shendu failed one after another, there was still someone who could do it.

Even when hearing the sound of the flute, most people subconsciously believed that it was played by the Molin musician.

But a very simple inference is:

Even if the musician plays, it is definitely not 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, people are like rivers returning to the sea, gradually gathering.

...

Near the ring, a flute sound came to an end.

The surging river water gradually calmed down, and the birds circling in the sky also fell down to the branches, ending with the high and sad sound of flutes, and the listeners on the shore also returned to reality from time.

The end of the song.

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

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

Ji Ping'an put down the bamboo flute, turned around and saw the female musician wearing a plain long dress and a strong bookish atmosphere sitting cross-sidingly.

"It's your turn."

Zhong Tongjun only came to his senses at this time, with both sadness, excitement and confusion on his face.

At this moment, the Mo Lin genius forgot to be in the ring, with respect and confusion in his eyes:

"Why are the "Time" you played so profound?"

This is a euphemism. In fact, aside from the magic level and the technical level, only speaking of "phonetic rhyme", she felt that Molin's most powerful musician was not as good as the one in front of her.

Ji Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Practice more?"

He is hard to say, because I lived long enough, and because I have improved this song many times by myself.

Practice more...... Zhong Tongjun couldn't accept this answer and was a little surprised.

At this time, the Molin musicians and the "referees" near the ring also came to their senses one after another.

The former was first shocked and moved, and then suddenly realized that this was in the "martial arts" arena, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

It is also a song "Time", Zhong Tongjun has played it once with her best piano as a carrier and is doing her best.

But even then, it was not as good as today's song. What's more, according to the rules, Senior Sister Zhong still had to use the corresponding instruments?

The referees who had not played a role were confused and excited after sitting for several days.

I wonder who the young man who suddenly broke out was, is there really no expert among the people who hide it?

But this is no longer important. The real key is whether the opponent has won the battle instead of Da Zhou?

"Well, Master Zhong, it's your turn." A referee urged.

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

But I have made a decision in my heart:

If Zhong Tongjun's songs are only at the level of three days ago, then they will give God a victory no matter what.

With such a clear gap, Liang Molin couldn't say the word "no".

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

"I don't know what the methods are, but only about this song, Tong Jun is willing to give up the disadvantage. This game is my Molin who lost."

Wow—

Her voice expanded through the magic circle and swept through the crowd.

The geniuses were stunned and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly I remembered the same glance when Ji Ping'an killed the demon clan assassin just after a while, not long ago.

But they immediately shook their heads and left this somewhat absurd thought.

Wang Xian said: "I think people who are good at music and painting have similar temperaments, so they look similar, but their body shape is still different from Junior Brother Ji."

Everyone nodded and accepted this more reasonable explanation.

"Your mother." Zhao Xinghuo cursed and interrupted:

"Stop talking about these useless things. The carriage is trapped. How can you go back to the Imperial Heaven Supervision now?"

Stupid Fire Academy Star Official!

Everyone was despised and stood up one after another: "You can't walk with your legs?"

...

Inn.

As the disciples left for the three arenas, it was obviously much deserted.

Only some mailmen who were responsible for cleaning, as well as several painters who had not been there to make fun of them, and musicians were left behind.

Gao Mingjing didn't go out today, maybe he won the championship and was in a good mood.

After getting up today, he suddenly became excited and sat in the house to spread out the drawing paper.

The witch who was sleeping in the lazy bed was buried in the ink, grinding ink and drawing paints by herself, preparing to paint a landscape scroll.

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

Gao Mingjing put down the inkstone, picked up the brush and poked it into it, slowly soaking the tip of the hair into the light green ink, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the ink girl.

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

Inside the dark old inkstone, the ink girl turned over and ignored him.

Gao Mingjing smiled and was about to lift the pen down.

Suddenly, the gate of the inn was knocked open and a young musician ran in.

With the surprised eyes of the servants who sweeping the courtyard, they glanced at each other and headed straight for Gao Mingjing's room.

"What's wrong?" Gao Mingjing's heart skipped a beat and suddenly felt a bad premonition.

The young musician panted and said:

"Not good! Someone came from Senior Sister Zhong just now and challenged him with a rough bamboo flute, but the result..."

"What's the result?" Gao Mingjing couldn't help but raise his tone.

The young musician cried and said, "Senior Sister Zhong lost!"

"Pu"

Gao Mingjing shook the brush in his hand, and a drop of huge ink fell on the snow-white drawing paper on the table, smudged large pieces.

The great painter Molin maintained this position. After listening to the young musician's narration, his heart was completely leisurely.

He searched wildly in his mind, but he couldn't find any musical music with the surname "He".

"What's 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 ring, and the challenger has left. The people around me gather more and more, so I barely squeezed out."

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

After pausing, seeing the musician's expression uneasy, he calmed down a little and comforted him:

"It's okay, if you win three games on the ring, you'll still win."

"Yeah." The girl musician nodded and could only comfort herself like this.

...

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The other side.

Ji Ping'an left the crowd, took advantage of the chaos to get rid of the boring followers, changed direction, and walked towards the second "Qingxingyuan".

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

Even though the music is blessed by a formation, in order to avoid noise interference, the spread range is limited to that side. As for the relevant information, it has not been transmitted for a while.

Therefore, there has been no news from Qingxingyuan yet, so it is considered that there is a time difference and information difference.

It is exactly the same as the other side of Baidi, and there are much fewer onlookers outside Qingxing Garden.

Only some scholars wandered and scattered outside the courtyard, enjoying the long paintings posted on the wall to pass the time.
To be continued...