Freelance Artist

Chapter 444 Qizhou’s poetry meeting!

To put it bluntly, Qizhou's 'Tianranju' is a large ancient building. However, the room is large enough and the environment is well preserved, which can give people an antique feeling. The desks and tables in the room are also antique-level, but wipe It was extremely clean, but there were no chairs behind each desk, only soft cushions, which Lin Zhibai was not used to.

But he is not a hypocritical person.

Since the literati in Qizhou liked this tune, they followed the local customs.

There are now several more cameras behind him, because Qizhou’s poetry gathering on Mid-Autumn Night will be broadcast live to the entire Qizhou.

 This is actually the reason why Lin Zhibai is willing to participate in this Qizhou literati activity. What he pursues is to become famous and make Qizhou people accept and even like him as quickly as possible.

 This way you can get promoted.

Otherwise, Lin Zhibai wouldn't have specifically shown off his painting skills in the third level. After all, he just wanted to rely on his versatility to hit the top line.

 “It’s almost time.”

Hu Wei said: "It's six o'clock now, it's already dark, let's officially start our Mid-Autumn Poetry Party. First of all, we want to give applause to teacher Li Mingquan. He composed a poem in March this year, which can be called the annual poem." The best flower chant..."

Lin Zhibai blinked.

This poem will be different from Qinzhou.

As if he could see Lin Zhibai's confusion, Jiang Shourang, who was sitting not far away, smiled and said, "Brother Lin, don't be surprised. Our Qizhou poetry meeting is actually to put it bluntly. Mr. Hu and Mr. Shi led everyone to summarize last year. As of the Mid-Autumn Festival today, which literati have written which outstanding poems, etc., everyone can freely read and appreciate it, and then whoever wants to ask for advice, compete with each other for poetry, couplets, etc. It doesn’t matter if you lose. , just a drink of wine in front of everyone..."

The words just fell.

Lin Zhibai saw a literati stand up and called another literati, saying that he would have a talent competition and let Mr. Hu Wei give the question.

Hu Wei smiled and asked them to write poems with the title "wine".

　　Two people each wrote a poem, and in the end the audience commented. The person with a higher evaluation sat down, and the person with a slightly lower evaluation drank a glass of wine.

 Not to mention, this atmosphere is quite interesting.

Anyway, Lin Zhibai feels that poetry is much more interesting than Qinzhou's poems.

And because Lin Zhibai was a visitor from Qinzhou, no one made it difficult for him. After all, everyone was not familiar with each other.

However this also leads to:

Lin Zhibai had no way to participate in the games and play of Qizhou literati.

Song Xingliang saw this, so he said: "It is said that the highest pursuit of a literati is to be proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, poetry, and song. Who do you think best meets this standard?"

"of course?"

 Some scholar laughed and said: "Of course it is Mr. Xiaolin!"

Someone next to him said: "Actually, there are many people here who are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and even poetry and poetry. But if we want to be proficient, Mr. Xiaolin is the most qualified."

"That is."

Shang Zhirong and Lin Zhibai walked together into Tiantianju. They had already admired him for a long time, so naturally they praised him to the fullest at this moment:

“Especially in calligraphy, my brother Lin’s running script is known as the best in Blue Star!”

 “It’s not just running script.”

Jiang Shourang said: "I saw that the poem that Brother Lin wrote in the second round was written in regular script. The standard of regular script is also excellent!"

 “More than just one unique thing?”

A tall scholar suddenly stood up and said, "I think Mr. Kobayashi's calligraphy, no matter what font, is the best in the world!"

Who is this guy?

 Why do you praise me so much?

Lin Zhibai was wondering when a scholar next to him burst into laughter and said, "Old Liu, your calculations are totally shocking to me. Didn't you just grab Mr. Xiaolin's second round of poetry manuscripts..."

All right.

Lin Zhibai understood. It turned out that this guy had snatched his poetry manuscript.

Think about it, only by boasting that his calligraphy is the best in the world, will the poetry manuscripts written by Lin Zhibai in the second pass of Dongting have higher value.

 Then everyone laughed.

 And amidst the laughter, someone suddenly said:

“Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are known as the four friends of the literati, which refers to four things. We all know that Mr. Xiaolin is good at calligraphy and painting, but we don’t know how good his qin skills are, and what about his chess skills?”

 “Just understand it a little bit.”

Lin Zhibai really understands these two things.

 Chinqi, calligraphy and painting refer to piano art, chess art, calligraphy and painting respectively.

The piano here does not refer to a modern piano.

　　but refers to the guqin.

 Also known as Yaoqin, Yuqin and lyre.

 is one of the oldest plucked instruments in Blue Star.

There are not many people learning this instrument now, but it is quite popular in the literati circle.

When Lin Zhibai was studying arranging, he studied for a short period of time, and his level was definitely not very high. He was just getting started.

 As for chess skills.

 The literati refer to Go, not other chess.

Lin Zhibai learned it when he was a child and attended similar interest classes, but now he only remembers the basic rules and gameplay. It is appropriate to say that he "understands it slightly".

certainly.

 Since the system upgrade and update, Lin Zhibai is now more confident.

His skill in playing the guqin is indeed average, but if he needs to perform, it is not difficult to improve to a certain level in an instant.

 Nothing else.

 Just because there are similar skill books in the system mall.

Perhaps the guqin, a musical instrument, is relatively unpopular in the modern music world, so the mall directly provides skill books for learning.

"oh?"

The person who asked the question smiled and said: "Then it seems that the person who is best at playing the piano at the scene is probably Xinyi." "Licking the dog..."

Lin Zhibai vaguely heard someone muttering next to him.

 The "licking dog" who asked the question went on to say:

“As for the person with the best chess skills, I think it should be Mr. Hu.”

"My chess skills are average." Hu Wei smiled and said, "The real chess master is Li Bai, but this guy plays couplets every day and doesn't play chess with ordinary people, so you don't know how good he is."

"no way."

Li Bai curled his lips and said: "Mr. Hu, your stinky chess game, I really don't have a sense of accomplishment if I win."

“You are a professional, but I must be a bad chess player.”

 Hu Wei glared at Li Bai dissatisfied, but it was obvious that he was not really angry.

Li Bai was a scholar with a somewhat unruly personality, but Hu Wei admired his talent very much.

“So Uncle Li is so powerful.”

Jiang Shourang smiled and said, "I'll have to try a game later. I'm not bad at chess, but playing chess is too distracting. Since today is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, would Xinyi consider giving everyone a talent show?"

 “Ask me to come every year?”

Xia Xinyi’s delicate eyebrows frowned slightly. She didn’t want to perform the piano again this year.

However, when she turned around and suddenly saw Lin Zhibai looking at her, she became a little more interested for some reason and curled her lips and said:

“You guys have to let me go next year.”

 As Xia Xinyi stood up, the staff immediately moved the guqin.

Lin Zhibai glanced at the guqin, and it turned out to be the same lyre he had studied a few times when he was learning how to arrange music.

 As Xia Xinyi sat elegantly in front of the guqin.

She hasn’t played yet, but the literati present are already cheering loudly.

Especially the little licking dog who said, "Xia Xinyi is the best at playing the piano", her palms almost turned red, and her ordinary face was filled with excitement.

 When the applause subsides.

Xia Xinyi said: "The song I am going to play next is called "Falling Wild Goose"."

 While speaking.

 Xia Xinyi's fingers plucked the strings.

The piano began to play, and the tune was melodious and smooth. From the music, everyone seemed to be able to hear the disappearing calls of wild geese, and see the scene of a flock of wild geese circling in the sky before landing.

Lin Zhibai listened carefully.

Although his Guqin skills are not as good as Xia Xinyi's, he is a student of arrangement and music after all, and he can pick up a lot of tricks.

Xia Xinyi’s guqin level is indeed very high.

Of course the music is also very good. "Landing Wild Goose" is one of the top ten famous songs passed down from ancient times by Blue Star.

 When the performance ended, everyone cheered!

"good!"

"sounds amazing!"

 “Like fairy music floating in the air!”

 Those who understood and did not understand were all praising, and Lin Zhibai was also applauding.

Xia Xinyi stood up and smiled slightly. After the noise subsided, she suddenly smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. Lin is a master of music. I wonder if this piece of music can be heard by my little girl?"

"very good."

Lin Zhibai said with a smile.

Hearing that Xia Xinyi was the most talented woman in Qizhou, Lin Zhibai felt that she did have something. Her Guqin skills would not reach this level without practicing for more than ten years.

"Thanks."

Xia Xinyi was lucky again, but she was facing Lin Zhibai's direction, and she blinked her eyes, as if she was being discharged.

 Does this count as seducing me?

Lin Zhibai wasn't sure whether he was too narcissistic, but of course he didn't care. He was completely immune to the aura of a talented woman.

 He is still a great talent!

But that Xia Xinyi’s licking dog is sour.

The guy who just said that Xia Xinyi was the best at the piano. He noticed that the goddess's attitude towards Lin Zhibai was not right, and couldn't help but said sourly: "Mr. Lin is naturally professional in music, but piano skills should be Not as powerful as Xinyi..."

  The implication is:

 You are not as skilled as others, so what qualifications do you have to evaluate?

Lin Zhibai smiled but didn't worry.

Song Xingliang, however, was unhappy and said: "Wang Zizai, what you said sounded very harsh to me. You said that the coaches of athletes are not as good at business as athletes, but it does not prevent them from being coaches."

Lin Zhibai is Xiaoqu’s father!

 Who can question his achievements in music?

The licking dog named Wang Zizai said coquettishly: "Don't get me wrong, that's all I said, I don't mean anything else."

Wang Zizai didn't dare to offend Lin Zhibai, and he didn't want to offend him either. Just now he was just a humble dog-licker who was anxious for a while.

　　"Well, I said something inappropriate and I will punish myself with three cups of wine."

As Wang Zizai drank three glasses of wine in a row, Song Xingliang was immediately embarrassed. Was he being too harsh?

 He simply raised his glass and said, "Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I will also drink three glasses with you."

 “And me too?”

Lin Zhibai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. There really was no villain in the Qizhou Poetry Association. Finally, someone jumped out, but he fell to his knees in an instant. After all, he was just licking a dog.

Thinking of this.

Lin Zhibai and Song Xingliang also raised their glasses and drank three glasses of wine in a row.

After three glasses of wine, Lin Zhibai's dizzy feeling came again, and he seemed to be more dizzy than when he got on the boat.

 (End of this chapter)