Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1193: Eternal Romance
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As three wisps of purple smoke curled up from the top of the lantern, an undercurrent surged in the nine-curve corridor.

The fifth game, playing the piano.

The copper bells on the eaves trembled slightly, and the wind mixed with pine smoke and ink swept through the corridor.

The man in green by the winding stream was the first to pluck the strings of the zither. The clear and crisp sound shattered the floating cup on the water, causing two or three ripples and rippling the magnolia petals.

The scorched-tail zither on the opponent's knee suddenly made a sound of tearing silk, but the green-shirted guest pressed it with his fingertips, and the lingering sound even moved the withered lotus leaves three feet away to shed dew, and the silver beads rolled down to form a perfect tune.

In this round, Qushui Liushang won, 4:1!

It’s match point!
Game 6, calligraphy.

Inside the study, a two-meter-long piece of snow-white paper was spread out on the blue brick floor. The person holding the pen in the Wenhua Pavilion was writing with iron strokes and silver hooks under his wrist, and there was a faint sound of golden swords where the pen tip passed.

The calligrapher who was writing on the cup of wine on the opposite side suddenly slammed his brush heavily on the clear clay inkstone. When the ink splashed, half of the "Kuaixue Shiqing Tie" seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow.

A ray of sunlight penetrated the carved window obliquely and was reflected on the four characters "龙跳天门" written by the winner. The ink flowed like a sword breaking through the clouds.

In this round, the calligrapher from Wenhua Pavilion withstood the pressure and won the game back, 4:2.

The atmosphere became more and more subtle. Although Qushui Liushang had the match point, the next game, the seventh game, was a painting.

This is the strength of Wenhua Pavilion.

White silk was spread out at both ends of the drawing board at the same time. The loser had just painted the eyes of a mountain sparrow, while the winner had already splashed azurite to paint half of the painting in mist and rain.

Black tiles and white walls emerged from the chaos, and the birds painted in detail by the loser seemed to be soaked by raindrops, and their feathers drooped like rotten cotton.

The winner's last drop of ochre paint was used to paint the empty space as a reference to an old man in a green hat on the bow of a black-sailed boat.

4:3
Game 8, chess skills!
This game had already started. When the chessboard was moved to Linshui Pavilion, the twilight had already penetrated the mica screen.

The loser's fingertips holding the black jade piece turned blue and white, and the southeast corner of the chessboard was covered with incense ash.

The winner suddenly used his sleeve to mess up the chessboard, and the white jade pieces fell into the winding water with a clang. The loser was so startled that the teacup in his hand tilted, and half of the cup of spiritual tea soaked his clothes, revealing cinnabar-like water ripples.

The loser vomited blood.

I guess he was extremely angry.

The winner is the chess player of Wenhua Pavilion.

His chess style is steady, he moves step by step, and he is good at both offense and defense.

With his superb chess skills and excellent strategic vision, he won the final tying point for Wenhua Pavilion.

Although the chess players of Qushui Liushang were highly skilled, one careless move at the critical moment led to their defeat in the game.

The atmosphere reached its peak.

Wenhua Pavilion was in high spirits. From being behind 1:4, they won three games in a row and made a strong comeback. It is worthy of being a cultural holy land.

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In the box, the children watched this thrilling competition. Their reactions were different, but they were all immersed in the exciting and wonderful competition atmosphere.

Ji Tiantian widened her eyes and stared at the competition scene intently, concentrating completely.

Born into a culturally prominent family, she was deeply influenced since childhood and has outstanding literary and artistic qualities.

On weekdays, Jixiang often takes her to various cultural and artistic activities, and she will naturally not miss today's event.

However, she felt a little lonely being alone with her father Jixiang, so she specially invited Yan Xiaolai, who was living in the private room of the Yan family on the second floor, to come along.

Tickets for today's event are hard to come by. There are not many VIP rooms on the third floor, and they are all reserved by major top forces.

Jixiang got it because the chief referee was from the Ji family.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaojun and others also came here to watch with her.

All the senior students were present and her face was filled with excitement.

"Wow, look, that man in green is playing the piano so well, the sound of the piano seems to have broken the floating cups on the water!"

She kept tugging at Su Ningxia and Gao Cuilan's sleeves, pointing at the scene, chattering away, her heart filled with joy.

After a few performances, she concluded with sparkling eyes: "I think they are all great! Especially the one who plays the piano. I want to learn how to play the piano. I feel that people who play the piano are so elegant!"

Gao Cuilan said softly, "I think the painting part is the most beautiful. The misty Jiangnan on the plain silk is like a real painting. I really want to go there and feel the tranquility."

Su Ningxia smiled gently: "I think every link has its beauty, and it makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves."

Xiaoyi sat there quietly, revealing a kind of contemplation like a beautiful woman.

She seemed to be feeling the emotions and artistic conception conveyed by each contestant with her heart. Whether it was playing the piano, calligraphy, painting, or chess, it all caused ripples in her heart.

She occasionally pursed her lips, as if savoring the endless charm that this competition brought her.

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The boys next to them.

Zhu Wuneng jumped up with excitement and shouted, "Calligraphy is so cool! The calligrapher from Wenhua Pavilion wrote with his brushstrokes, which sounded like the sound of swords and horses. It's so cool!"

Yan Xiaolai pondered for a moment and responded seriously: "Brother Wuneng, I also think calligraphy is the most difficult. It takes a long time to practice to write such powerful words. I really admire those calligraphers."

Dugu Fu's eyes widened, his face full of interest: "Chess is also very interesting! Look, the loser's fingers holding the black jade have turned white, the atmosphere is so tense! The chess players of Wenhua Pavilion are really amazing, and the last move is to slay the dragon, it's thrilling!"

As a control-type soul master, he has a special liking for chess.

Zhu Wuneng rolled his eyes and expressed with his hands and feet: "But I think painting is the most interesting!"

Dugu Fu rolled his eyes at him and said disdainfully: "You can at least understand calligraphy a little bit, but what do you know about painting?"

Zhu Wuneng retorted unconvincedly: "Who are you looking down on? After all, I have watched the young master's painting skills for several years, and I can feel a little bit of the mystery behind it."

Dugu Fu snorted: "Tsk, that's amazing." Zhu Wuneng said proudly: "It's better than a painting blind like you."

Dugu Fu was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You!"

Chen Xiaojun smiled and interrupted, "Well, these competitions are all wonderful."

"Whether it is the melodious music of the zither, the vigorous calligraphy, the graceful painting, or the subtle changes in chess, they are all eye-opening."

When playing the piano, he heard the sound of the vibrating strings echoing in his ears, and the lingering sound was lingering in his ears; when writing calligraphy, he marveled at the spectacular sight of the ink flowing like a sword breaking through the clouds; when painting, he was full of praise for the picture of black tiles, white walls, and misty rain; when playing chess, he was so nervous that he stood up, afraid to miss any moment.

He was immersed in the artistic atmosphere created by the competition.

No matter what kind of competition event he participates in, he can always find fun and beauty in it.

For a moment, he almost forgot the purpose of coming here.

To be honest, Chen Xiaojun has never experienced such a wonderful cultural competition in Douluo Continent in his life.

Not to mention its brilliance, it truly opened his eyes.

Among them, many contestants are master soul masters. They skillfully combine soul power with literature and art to convey the beauty of artistic conception. Such performance is truly rare.

Even among the people of the Chen family, few can display such skills in reality.

So shocking.

Although I dare not say that the skill is close to Taoism, it is pleasing to the eye and intoxicating.

It makes sense that Qushui Liushang can become one of the top ten neutral organizations.

Sure enough, Sanshao’s book cannot fully describe the brilliance of the world or the elegance of the ages.

No wonder, the Chen family, the number one family in the world, is so fond of literary style.

"Xiaoyi, what do you think?"

Xiaoyi nodded seriously: "Yes, the fingering of the man in green shirt playing the zither is very subtle, with clear and melodious sounds. Just a light press can make the lingering sound move the withered lotus leaves and dripping dew so far away. He is an expert among experts."

Okay, that’s Xiao Xiaoyi’s answer!
Chen Xiaojun's eyebrows raised and he nodded happily.

He knew the man in green.

This person's name is Tan Hongyun, and he is a mid-level Soul Saint master.

He had attended Ji Liu's engagement party and Chen family's coming-out party.

Three years ago, when Chen Yanwu brought Chen Xiaojun to the Qushui Liushang party, she had met him once.

Tan Hongyun treated Chen Yanwu with respect as a teacher, and the wise one is the teacher!
He had great respect for Chen Yanwu and was not ashamed to ask questions and seek advice from her.

Speaking of Chen Yanwu, she is truly powerful and has an outstanding talent in playing the zither.

The Tianjiao List and the world respect her as a "master of zither art", and this is by no means an exaggeration.

Back then, Chen Yanwu, who was nearly eighteen years old, became a god overnight and became famous throughout the world with just three pieces of music.

Chen Yanwu also spoke highly of Tan Hongyun.

Tan Hongyun’s martial soul is the Lingyinqin. He was born into the Tan family, a sixth-grade martial soul family, the kind that had just entered the sixth grade.

The Tan family is a subsidiary family of the Ji family (not a follower), and is also considered a peripheral family of the Chen family.

This person has a simple temperament, is not interested in fame or wealth, and is obsessed with the art of playing the musical instrument.

Apart from literary and artistic exchanges, he rarely appears in public.

At the same time, he is also the strongest master of the Lingyinqintan family.

People from the Chen family and the Ji family are very optimistic that he can break through to the Soul Douluo level. This person has a strong state of mind.

Today's draw was for playing the zither, not the flute. Since the Ji family couldn't participate, it was natural for him, a member of Qushui Liushang, to compete.

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The last round begins.

Many people's palms were sweaty.

The glazed lamps on the stage in the center of the lake cast golden spots on the shoulders of the singer in green.

When he raised his hand, his sleeves slipped down halfway, revealing the callous marks on his wrists. His clear voice was like a silver bottle bursting: "Carved beams and painted buildings should have--"

The last word "时" suddenly rose high, piercing through the mist rising from the water surface and making the copper bells jingle in surprise.

The singer in white on the opposite side tapped lightly on the sandalwood board with his fingertips, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

When she opened her mouth, it was as if jade beads fell on a plate, and the ending tone carried the moist and lingering feeling unique to the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River. When she sang "the person beside the wine shop is like the moon", the water droplets rolling down the oil-paper umbrella happened to fall into the jade cup of the winding stream, and the splashing water wet the judges' bamboo slips.

He looked towards the lake - the singing of the man in green inspired the koi to leap out of the water, but the lingering singing of the man in white made the silver fish move more gently when entering the water, for fear of shattering the reflected moonlight.

The red-painted railings were kept warm by countless clenched hands.

When the two sound lines meet at the highest point, the bronze chimes hanging under the eaves ring without wind.

The crisp sound of bamboo slips colliding could be heard from the judges' seats.

The purple-robed old man's hand holding the pen was suspended in the air, and ink dripped onto the victory and defeat book, leaving a black plum-like mark.

draw!

One has a clear voice and passionate high notes; the other has a unique timbre and delicate singing style.

The two singers sang in very different styles, and the audience was mesmerized and applauded loudly.

Both players had their own strengths and weaknesses, and it was difficult to judge who was better, so the game ended in a draw.

(End of this chapter)