The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 77 What does the son intend to do? (available tomorrow)

"Someone is playing the piano." In the carriage, Mu Yaoyao also pricked up her ears, showing a surprised expression.

The surroundings are so noisy, but the rhythm in the distance cannot be suppressed. When I first listened to it, I could only feel a clear spring flowing in my ears, washing my body and mind.

"It's "Time," a disciple raised his head and broke away from the state of immersion:
"The legend was created by Li Yang Zhenren in the past. Later, Master Guoshi changed the version. But the style of this song is lighter."

He actually knows some music theory... Ji Ping was a little relieved, after all, not all of his subordinates were foodies like Mu Yaoyao.

The carriage continued to move until it was congested in front of it, and could no longer move.

Fortunately, the terrain here is high, and with the extraordinary eyesight of a practitioner, he can get a general idea.

As the piano sound of "Time" sounded, the noise near the Baidi gradually died down, and the people in Shendu were immersed in the music, as if time was like water.

Ji Ping'an also saw clearly that on the high platform built by the bank, there was a young girl sitting cross-legged playing the piano.

The long skirt is elegant, with a bookish look... Playing the piano with plain hands, without using half of the spirit, there is a hidden "rhythm" embryonic form.

"not bad."

Ji Pingan nodded, thinking that although he was only a third of the heat compared to his old friend, it was not easy at this age.

"It's amazing, just the Suqin can affect the mood, what if it is infused with spiritual essence?" Mu Yaoyao is at the top of the list anyway, after marveling, she suddenly felt that she was a strong opponent:
"The court musician is in danger."

At this time, on the opposite side of the arena, the chief musician of the palace was also stroking the strings, and the same song "Time" sounded melodiously, but it was in a completely different style, more calm and atmospheric.

If it is a solo performance, it is enough to be the best in the capital of the gods.However, Mo Lin's luthier was the first, and the gap between the two was obvious.

"Don't listen, Mo Lin has won this time." Ji Pingan put down the curtains and closed the coffin.

After the song was over, the court musician got up sadly, feeling bitter in his heart: "I lost."

Zhong Tongjun got up and saluted: "Accept."

It wasn't until this time that the surrounding people recovered from the artistic conception of the music, and the noise resumed, it was difficult to accept this fact.

A musician next to him stepped onto the ring and picked up the guqin:

"Senior Sister Zhong, what are you looking at?"

Mr. Zhong Tong turned his eyes away from a carriage leaving on the bridge in the distance, shook his head with some doubts, and said:
"It might feel wrong."

When playing the piano, she was in a clear state of mind, and she faintly noticed that there were no comrades prying her eyes.

……

The second arena is placed in the Green Apricot Garden.

After the carriage crossed the bridge and walked along the embankment for a while, they saw a gathering of literati in front of them.

The meeting place was in a courtyard, surrounded by people who were mainly scholars, and they stayed together for a long time.

From time to time, a young servant ran out with a painting and pasted it on the long courtyard wall for scholars to appreciate.

"There are a lot of people here, if you want to go in, you will be crowded, why not wait for the result outside." Huang He stretched his neck while pinching his horsewhip.

Everyone waited for a while, and then saw the closed courtyard door burst open, and a young servant sang "New Works by the Chief Painter" and hung up a one-foot-long landscape scroll.

"The pen is powerful, the artistic conception is long, and it is really a treasure." An old man was full of praise.

"What a pair of splashed ink, the majestic mountains, the long water, wonderful." Another scholar clapped his hands and exclaimed.

There are many people who agree with it. After all, the threshold for appreciating paintings is higher than listening to music. Most people don't understand, and they can only listen to authoritative judgments.

Hearing the words, morale was greatly boosted.

At this time, the courtyard door opened again, and a handsome young man dressed as a standard painter came out, holding a one-foot painting scroll in his hand, and just threw it on the wall.

When the picture scroll was unfolded, everyone was in a trance and felt that the majestic mountains and rivers were rushing toward them. Some people backed away in fear and shouted loudly, only feeling that the mountains would topple and the water would flow out.

After a while, I realized that it was just a painting.

The whole place was silent.

"The body and spirit are beginning to take shape, the disciples sent by Mo Lin this time are really good." Ji Pingan praised in a low voice, but it was just "not bad".

Mu Yaoyao didn't hear clearly, so she glanced at him: "What are you muttering?"

Ji Pingan smiled, resisted the urge to scalp her, and closed his eyes: "Let's go to the next game, I lost this game too."

At the same time as the words fell, the middle-aged court painter cupped his hands bitterly, shook his head and sighed, and left with a group of people booing.

Actually, it's not surprising.

……

"This is losing two games in a row, isn't it only Go?" Inside the car, a disciple worried.

Another female Sichen said:
"It's Lian Congyun, a big player who represents the imperial court. I don't know much about chess. I know him. Mo Lin majored in 'painting' and 'sound'. It's not surprising that he is stronger. But the way of chess is different after all."

This statement was echoed by others.

In Go, the people of Dazhou... To be precise, the people of Shendu have their own pride.

The Shendu Chess Academy has the top chess players, and Mo Lin plays martial arts, playing chess against ordinary people, so of course he will not send out big monks.They all feel that the imperial court has a great chance of winning.

Thinking of this, I cheered up again.

Ji Pingan was not optimistic.

Judging from the first two games only, the disciples sent by Molin this time have been considered excellent in the past few years. Will their chess skills be bad?

An hour later, the carriage drove through Chang'an Avenue and arrived at Shendu Chess Academy.

Outside the gate of this elegant building, the large square is already overcrowded. For the convenience of watching, the people of the chess academy set up wooden boards everywhere, and the chess instructors stood aside.

Whenever a piece is placed on the ring, a young servant will send the chess record like a messenger, and then the chess speaker will paste the "chess piece" with the size of a fist on the erected wooden board.

"Did the game only reach the middle game?" Huang He was surprised.

Ji Pingan said with a smile: "There are always hours for a game of chess. If you are in a hurry, just watch it here."

Mu Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks, like a little hamster, and said angrily, "I don't understand."

Finally, Ji Pingan couldn't help it, smiled and touched her head, jokingly said:

"Could it be that the piano can be understood, and the painting can be understood?"

Mu Yaoyao moved her butt angrily, jumped out of the carriage, and joined the rest of the disciples in the crowd.

Ji Pingan smiled, but still leaned back in the carriage, lazily unwilling to set foot on the dust.

As for the chess game... well, it's only reached the middle game, and everything is still hard to say.

This chess game was played very slowly, and the surrounding audience changed one round after another, and the situation was still anxious as the sun was approaching.

"From the point of view of the board, although both sides still have a chance of winning, but the white chess is exhausted. I expect that the black chess will show its killing intent in less than ten moves."

A chess speaker was eloquent and said with a smile:
"What's more, as we all know, what Lian Guoshou is best at is fighting in the late stage, overwhelming the enemy with great momentum, and the Dragon Slaying Saber is already done."

"Chess King" Ke Qiao holds white, and "Great Player" Lian Congyun holds black.

The onlookers couldn't understand it, but they were greatly shocked. Hearing that their own team had the upper hand, they couldn't help cheering up and celebrating in advance.

"Heh, Mo Lin, it's really ridiculous to try to fight my big Zhou Guoshu in vain."

"Although Lian Guo's player is getting older, his chess strength remains the same as before."

"This game, I always win."

In the carriage, Ji Pingan listened to those discussions, but sighed softly, and said, "Lian Congyun can't hold it anymore."

Huang He was startled, and said in amazement, "Sir, what did you say?"

Ji Ping'an's eyes were calm:
"White chess seems to be weak, but it is actually a hidden killer move. It has been planning from the beginning. Even Cong Yun has noticed it, but it is too late. If he was at his peak, his chances of winning are still great, but after all, he is old and his physical strength has declined. , The longer the time drags on, the slower the calculation of the mind will be, and now, it is just holding on."

Huang He was taken aback:
"Young Master, you mean, what kind of 'chess king' is deliberately delaying time? Exhausting Lian Guo's physical strength?"

Ji Pingan pointed at the sunset glow in the sky amusedly:
"Otherwise? It's just a game of chess, no matter how much you think about it, it won't end here."

"But... isn't this against the way of a gentleman." Huang He couldn't accept it.

In this era, playing chess is a "gentleman's art", which pays attention to individual demeanor, and various rules are complicated.

Ji Pingan said:
"Go is like fighting two armies. If you want to win, you must use all means."

As he spoke, he frowned, and looked through the dark crowd to the two figures on the ring in the distance.

To be precise, it fell on Lian Congyun who tried his best to support him.

He could imagine how much pressure this old man was under, making him prefer to spend his lifespan rather than leave the arena.

The spirit is commendable.But... the objective law never depends on the will of the individual.

At this time, a new chess record was delivered, and the speaker's smile froze suddenly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:
"This... this... Lian Guoshu made a mistake!"

With the decline in energy, Lian Congyun finally inevitably began to make mistakes.

Just like when two armies are facing each other, if one army is defeated, the whole line will be defeated.

Within ten steps, the chess game was reversed, and the whole square was in turmoil, with anxious expressions on everyone's faces.

"The national team is about to lose? Didn't you just take the lead?" Mu Yaoyao couldn't accept it, and was so anxious that she almost cried.

"It's over, 'painting' and 'qin' are two games. It can also be said that this is Mo Lin's specialty. Well, according to the word invented by the national teacher, it is called 'dimension reduction strike'... But this chess is different." Another A disciple also looked anxious.

Such matters as competitions are related to the honor and disgrace of the entire Divine City, and even the people of Dazhou, and no one cares about it.

At this time, as the situation became clear, the originally enthusiastic people were panicked and angry, and there were also masters in the crowd, who saw the delaying tactics of the "Chess King" and denounced him for being despicable and shameless.

The people suddenly realized, and then became more and more angry.

A martial artist yelled at the "chess king" in the arena, throwing all kinds of nasty words for free.

But the little fat man didn't care, he just stared at the big player opposite, showing a winner's smile.

Cultivation is done against the sky, even against the sky, what is the demeanor?

Winning three games in a row was enough to make Mo Lin's voice tremble. As for some doubts, it didn't matter to the victor.

Seeing this, the onlookers became more and more angry, but there was nothing they could do, and the atmosphere of the scene was oppressive.

"My lord, why don't we still..." Huang He looked at the struggling old man on the stage, feeling worried.

He couldn't help opening his mouth, wanting to leave.

No one responded.

It wasn't until then that they realized that the compartment was empty, and Ji Pingan didn't know when to get off and disappeared.

"Where did he go?"

Mu Yaoyao looked around on tiptoe, with a dazed expression on her face.

At this time, suddenly... There was a loud noise from the front, and a group of Muyuan disciples followed the sound, and then they were dumbfounded.

I saw that on the ring in the distance, my elder brother somehow bypassed the yamen servants blocking the crowd and walked onto the ring.

　The last update before the shelf, I am very nervous about the results, whether it is life or death depends on tomorrow. Apart from the thank you chapter, this book has not published a serious single chapter. I will probably write a testimonial for the shelf in the evening.

　　
　
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