River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 197
"Brother Jiang has it?" Zhu Xiaolian asked in a low voice.

Jiang Ling's expression was slightly stagnant, and he always felt that these words sounded a little weird.

"I've come up with a couplet."

Zhu Xiaolian was overjoyed, and said in his heart that he was indeed Brother Jiang, and he was really talented.

"Brother Jiang, let's go."

"I won't go up. I still have a couplet here. If you want it, I can talk to you. If you don't want it, I won't go up."

Jiang Ling also decided that this is the last time to help them.Literati's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he thinks it is quite boring to fight.

Tonight, if he hadn't been "framed" by Zhu and Meng to come here, he would not have taken the initiative to come to such an occasion.

Seeing the laughing eyes of the northern students, Zhu Xiaolian couldn't bear it anymore, so he nodded with Jiang Ling: "Brother Jiang, let's talk."

Jiang Ling whispered a few words to him,
After hearing this, Zhu Xiaolian's eyes brightened up.

With a laugh, he stepped out, and when he picked up the pen, he specially said to Bei Bian: "You guys, take a good look."

As soon as the pen is written, write it down on the paper—【East Pawn Shop, West Pawn Shop, East Pawn Shop, Pawn Shop Pawn Things】

"how?"

The people in the north, who were still laughing at the lack of talent in the south, suddenly lost their smiles.

This second couplet is not only ingenious, but also neat, so it is a perfect match.

Later, Zhu Xiaolian said to the people in the north: "I originally thought of a difficult one, but I was worried that you and others would not be able to match me, so I had to come up with a simple one. Just wait and see."

Put pen to paper again and write down five words - [Ice is better than ice water ice]!
After finishing the first couplet, Zhu Xiaolian put down his pen and returned to the camp without looking back.

As for the northern side, at this time, like the previous southern camp, they all became worried when they looked at the Shanglian.

It should be noted that this couplet is the upper couplet proposed by Jin Yong Gu Long and Ni Kuang, the masters of martial arts in later generations, when they were drinking.At that time, there was a note in Gu Long's book, saying that if any reader can get it right, I, Ni Kuang, Jin Yong and the three of us will send a signed book.

But it's a pity that until they passed away, no one should write the second couplet.It should be wrong.

Soon, half an hour passed.

All the people in the north, no one can answer.

On the southern side, they were also tolerant and didn't go to urge them.

Another hour later, that Zhang Yuebin stood up, cupped his hands and said: "Brother Zhu is a great talent, this couplet should be wrong. In this round, I admit defeat in the north."

Although many people were unwilling, they didn't think about it for an hour and a half, and it would be futile to think about it any longer.

And Zhang Yuebin has spoken, even if he is unwilling, he has to admit it.

The same is true for pairs, once they fail to match, the outcome will be determined.

Zhang Yuebin was able to admit defeat so decisively, and won a lot of favor in the south.

Even Meng Longtan and Zhu Xiaolian, when they looked at him again, their eyes no longer had that bit of hate.

At least this person can afford to lose, which is considered magnanimous.

As soon as he conceded defeat, the southern students were overjoyed.

The mood that has been suppressed all day is finally blooming at this time, and everyone is beaming with joy.

Zhu Xiaolian and Meng Longtan also cast grateful glances at Jiangling,

If it wasn't for Jiang Ling, how could they win so smoothly?

"In the second game tonight, it's time to compare the rhythm. It's hard to tell which is better, so the girl Qingshuang from Yanyu Pavilion will be the judge. Whoever can open the door of his heart with the rhythm will be the winner. How about it?"

As soon as this statement came out, no one objected.

Even the south side nodded their heads one after another, thinking it was appropriate.

Jiang Ling suddenly asked, "Who is Miss Qingshuang?"

The quality of poetry is generally judged by celebrities, and there should be a lot of celebrities here last night.

But this temperament is superior, and a woman is required to judge the superiority. I think this woman's musical attainment should be extremely high.

Zhu Xiaolian chuckled: "Miss Qingshuang is the number one player in Yanyu Pavilion. She is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially in piano art. Many famous artists in the capital are ashamed of themselves in front of her. It is fair and unfair for her to judge. hinder."

After finishing speaking, he patted Meng Longtan on the shoulder: "Brother Meng, it's up to you."

Meng Longtan was already prepared and took out a jade flute from his body.

Jiang Ling: "Brother Meng can play the flute!"

Zhu Xiaolian: "Brother Meng knows this very well."

In the speaking room, in the hall on the second floor, a door opened.

Behind the gate is a canal in the city.

On the river, there is a flower boat, decorated with lights and festoons.

In the twilight, behind a screen on the boat, Qian Ying was sitting, listening attentively.

That person should be the number one here, Miss Qingshuang.

This time the talented men from the north and the south made an appointment to fight here, and she came to judge, which can be regarded as the achievement of both sides.

Zhang Yuebin said: "Who will go first?"

"If you don't come, then I will." Meng Longtan held Xiao and went up.

Go to the door, sit cross-legged, take a deep breath, and play the flute.

A song "Flooding the Canglang" comes freely,

Its tone, ancient rhyme and delicate fragrance, are endless.

Meng Longtan's playing skills are also very good. He breathes in and inhales without any abnormal noise, and the melody is smooth and smooth.

Jiang Ling nodded when he heard it, no wonder Zhu Xiaolian recommended Meng Longtan first in the melody.

"Brother Meng, his musical attainments are indeed not shallow. '

When the song is over, the scholars clap their hands and applaud.

Even Zhang Yuebin didn't hesitate to praise him.

After Meng Longtan came back, one of the northern students went, also holding a long Xiao, and played a song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" in front of the gate.

When the song ended, everyone in the hall applauded again.

The player of this piece "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" is also very solid, which is not inferior to that of Meng Longtan.

If you really want to score higher, you can only see which song is more suitable for Miss Qingshuang, and who is more pleasing to her.

After "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", Zhang Yuebin was not in a hurry to take the stage, but three more students from the north came out.

Each plays flute, qin and zither, three arts.

And those who dare to step forward to perform, the craftsmanship is not low.

When the three songs were composed, the southern students were as anxious as ants on the pot.

Speaking of temperament, there are not a few of them who understand it.

However, if they want to compete with others, their high-level skills are already ahead of them, so they, who are self-aware, naturally lose a little bit of confidence and dare not go any further.

"Brother Liu?"

"Brother Chen?"

Seeing this, Meng Longtan felt that it was not good, if no one from the south dared to join, then Miss Qingshuang did not distinguish between superiority and inferiority, and this distinction was clearly revealed.

He had to ask those who knew the temperament one by one.

However, when Brother Liu and Brother Chen were asked about it by him, they both shook their heads and waved their hands, apologizing and not moving forward.

"Brother Kong? Brother Yan? Brother Lu?"

The three brothers also shook their heads.

Zhu Xiaolian sighed, angrily saying: "Since you dare not go, then I will show my shame."

He went out, took out a black pill, sat in front of the door, and started playing.

It was only when the tune sounded that people recognized it. It was [Ancient Xun].

The voice is muddy and muffled,
It's just that Zhu Xiaolian is usually lazy about the rhythm and didn't practice hard, so the song is quite stagnant in the middle.

The northerners laughed when they heard it.

Zhu Xiaolian still had to bite the bullet and finished playing the melody.

After he stepped down, Zhang Yuebin finally came up with the piano.

He also sat down by the door, stroked the qin with his slender fingers, and plucked the strings three or two times on the rotating shaft, and there was love before the tune was formed.

Slow down at first, vigorous at the end, fast at one time and heavy at the other.

The song he played is the famous qin art song "Guangling San".The technique is amazing, and it is already perfect.

Before the song was finished, the scholars in the south already knew that he had undoubtedly won the ratio of rhythm.

Moreover, compared with Zhu Xiaolian's Xun song, this wonderful sound is really the Yangchun Baixue facing the lower Liba people.The sky is better than the soil, and the cloud is better than the mud.

When I heard Zhang Yuebin's "Guangling San", I didn't know the taste of meat in March.

But hearing Zhu Xiaolian's Xun song can only make people laugh, and it is unbearable to hear it.

When Zhang Yuebin finished playing, people in the south also felt that Zhu Xiaolian had just lost face.

Whoever goes up should be above him.

This time it's all right, the sharp contrast makes the other party proud.It's a loss of face and skill.

Seeing everyone's attitude, Jiang Ling also smiled.

Zhu Xiaolian saw that none of you dared to go up, so he went all out to boost his morale, but in the end he was still disgusted by you.

This really corresponds to that sentence, the most ruthless scholar.

In order to save brother Zhu's face, Jiang Ling suddenly stretched out his hand: "Brother Zhu, can I borrow a xun?"

(End of this chapter)