Flute artistic conception

Chai Xintong was slightly surprised when he looked at the childish and emaciated young man in front of him.

Anyone who is 30 years old can become a junior teacher. If he cannot be promoted to a senior teacher after 30 years of age, he will be sent to major academies to teach. Therefore, most junior students are between the age of 20 to 30 years old.

But this Wang Sihe, at first glance, looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old.

He thought for a while, then clasped his fists and said, "Brother Sihe, how about we have a literary fight!"

Wang Sihe bit his lip stubbornly and said: "Brother Chai, age is not a problem. My master told me that even if I lose this time, I still have to experience it. Don't be afraid of the enemy, and don't underestimate the enemy. I know that there are high mountains, far away

You can’t feel its majesty and majesty even if you look at it. You have to climb it yourself. Even if you can’t climb it and fail once, you have climbed it anyway. If you have a chance, you can go there next time!”

The young man with bright eyes and white teeth raised his head and looked at Chai Xintong and said with a smile: "If you fail this time, try again next time; but if you lose your courage, you will lose everything!"

Chai Xintong was stunned. He didn't expect this young man to have such an awareness. He took out a folding fan from his sleeve and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, it's because I didn't think it through properly. Let's all go all out!"

Wang Sihe smiled faintly and took out a transverse flute from behind his back.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, a soft tune flowed out from the fife like a small river.

Chai Xintong's eyes were full of doubts. The other party did not take action, but instead played a tune. It was not convenient for him to take the lead in taking action.

The sound of the transverse flute is getting louder and louder, but it doesn't make people feel noisy. We are obviously in a dry martial arts training ground, and there is a big sun above our heads, but when this music comes out, it makes people feel like they are by a stream.

There are tall trees beside the stream, the water is gurgling, and a few strands of green water plants are stretching out in the water. Occasionally, a ray of sunlight shines directly through the leaves, casting a bright light in the stream.

You can even feel the breeze blowing by, touching your cheeks, making people feel immersed in it unconsciously.

On the seats, except for the three worshippers, everyone else seemed to be addicted to this soft and cool music.

The three worshipers were slightly shocked. This kind of method is rare to see nowadays, and it is hard to guard against.

However, they had no intention of reminding others, neither had the intention nor the obligation.

Everyone in the venue fell into the comfort created by the music.

The three of them were the first to look at Jiang Jingyan and Kong Dewei. After all, these two people had made a statement, and there were even a few old monsters in their enshrinement pavilion who were full of praise for them.

But when they looked at Jiang Jingyan, they sighed slightly.

Like most people, Jiang Jingyan was completely immersed in the music. Like them, he began to bare his chest and belly, and lay down on the seat with a comfortable look on his face.

But Kong Dewei was much better. There was hesitation on his face, which slowly turned into pain, as if he was struggling with something.

The three worshipers looked at each other and nodded.

Then, they looked at Xu Changan.

Although Xu Changan did not participate in the competition, he has recently become a popular figure among the younger generation. Coupled with his father who left countless legends, it is difficult for people to ignore him.

Next to him, Xue Pan was leaning on the young man in rich clothes. Under the sun, he could even see the wisps of hair about to fall on the young man's shoulders.

The young man held a long sword wrapped in linen and frowned.

He pushed his friend next to him, but Xue Pan didn't respond and leaned against him with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Xu Changan really wanted to knock Xue Pan's head open with fire, but when he saw the appearance of the people around him, he temporarily gave up on trying to wake Xue Pan.

Everyone around them also had expressions of enjoyment on their faces and closed their eyes.

He thought for a while, and when he heard the music, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the dancing elephant-year-old boy and his friends in the field.

If there was a confrontation between enemies, Xu Changan would probably jump up immediately and cut off the flute with a sword.

But this was a competition, and he could only look at Chai Xintong and hope that he could get out of this.

When the three worshipers saw this scene, their eyes were full of surprise.

Xu Changan looked at Chai Xintong and saw that Chai Xintong's eyes were tightly closed. His expression was exactly the same as Kong Dewei's, showing hesitation, pain, and struggle.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, showing a comfortable expression just like Xue Pan, Jiang Jingyan and others.

Xu Changan's heart thumped, and the three worshipers shook their heads, but compared to most people, Chai Xintong had already done a good job.

Wu Daozheng was about to announce the result and took out a pen and paper to record, but his sleeve was pulled by Wu De beside him.

Wu De whispered to his brother: "Slow down, look!"

Chai Xintong seemed to be completely immersed in the artistic conception of the music. With a smile on his face, he slowly unfolded his fan and fanned himself comfortably.

"Isn't this already defeated?" Wu Dao said softly.

Wu De shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Not necessarily. Look, this Chai Xintong is different from others. He is still standing well. If it had been anyone else, he would have been lying on the ground."

"Besides, which action is easier, unfolding a fan or lying down?"

Wu Dao suddenly understood and said doubtfully: "You mean, like Xu Changan, he is completely lost in the artistic conception?"

Wu De still shook his head.

"I suspected he had gone in, but he came out!"

"Impossible!" Wu Dao lost his voice, but still tried his best to suppress his voice.

However, his brother had no reason and would not favor the person named Chai Xintong. He put down the paper and pen and looked at the field.

With a "click" sound, the folding fan closed. Wang Sihe's face turned pale and his body swayed.

Chai Xintong opened his eyes, and Wang Sihe also removed the flute from his mouth, his expression a little ugly.

"I admire you!" Chai Xintong said with cupped hands.

Wang Sihe staggered again and said, "How did you get out?" Then he shook his head and immediately changed his explanation: "Do you have some treasure on your body that allows you to not be disturbed?"

Chai Xintong smiled slightly and said calmly: "The breeze is blowing, the water is gurgling, and the light scatters in the shade of the trees like stars in the sky. A few hundred steps in, there is a pool. When the water enters the pool, it is quiet. There are hundreds of fish in the pool, but they are all empty.

There is nowhere to go."

Hearing this, Wang Sihe suddenly took two steps back, his face was horribly pale, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Impossible, impossible!"

He suddenly lost his voice and said: "You have already seen the deepest part, you have seen the small pool, why can you still come out!"

Chai Xintong shook his head and did not answer his question.

Kong Dewei on the field was also full of doubts. After all, he also saw the creek and walked out, but he did not see Xiaotan.

Wang Sihe squatted on the ground, holding his head and letting the flute fall to the ground.

Chai Xintong walked up to him. Wang Sihe looked up and saw Chai Xintong holding a flute in his hand and passing it over.

"If you fail to conquer the mountain the first time, you can do it the second time or the third time. If you lose all your climbing tools and shoes, you will never be able to conquer it in your life."

Wang Sihe raised his head and saw the young man in white smiling encouragingly at him and passing the flute forward again.

The young man stood up, mustered up his courage, and took the fife that had just been dropped on the ground from his hand.

"Thank you, I will go to Tongzhou to challenge you in the future!"

Chai Xintong stroked his head like an elder brother and said, "I'm always here for you!"

Wang Sihe's eyes flashed and he nodded heavily.

At this time, Wu Dao also recovered from the shock.

People with a strong will can indeed resist the artistic conception created by the fife music. People who may go in and come out again, this is the real terror!

Even though they are master-level figures, they still have to admire Chai Xintong!

Ask yourself, at this age, they may not necessarily have reached the Huixi realm like these young gentlemen, let alone being able to enter and exit the artistic realm.

"Winner! Chai Xintong!" Wu Dao finally announced the result.

Although there was no fight between the two, everyone felt the terror.

They straightened their clothes or wiped their saliva, looked at the blazing sun above their heads, and thought of the creek in their minds.

They asked themselves, if they were on the field, they would have been lying on the field with their breasts exposed.
Chapter completed!