"Hello everyone, I am Liu Wanyin, the chief disciple of Qi Yi Pavilion. It is really a great pleasure for you all to come to the calligraphy and painting conference..."
A humble gentleman led by the Qiyi Pavilion disciples stood up and spoke at length, which attracted the attention of the entire audience.
Jiang Ling curled his lips, not as handsome as him, not as strong as him.
Afterwards, there was a large-scale dating scene, and literati from all over the country were eager to introduce themselves. Each of them looked famous, but Jiang Ling had never heard of them.
Liu Wanyin said: "Everyone must have been waiting for a long time, so let's start quickly. Let me first talk about the process of the conference. The conference will be in the order of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry. Finally, I will take out the Qi Yi Pavilion.
The Book of Rain on the Supreme Treasure will give you a glimpse."
"Among them, the first place winner in each category can enter the Chess Pavilion as a guest, and can also enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read classics."
"Without further ado, let's start with the first item, piano art. The rules are very simple. Everyone plays the piano together, and whoever's sound can stand out. Whoever excels alone will win."
Jiang Ling touched his chin. He actually didn't understand this rule, but looking at everyone's appearance, they seemed to be familiar with this rule.
It's a pity that he doesn't know anything about playing the piano, so naturally he has no part in it, otherwise it would still be okay to have fun.
However, Qingyan entered the venue holding a guqin in her arms. Her beautiful figure and elegant and noble temperament attracted the attention of many people, but her popularity was not the highest.
"It's Yun Xiaoyue from Qiyi Pavilion. Rumor has it that she is extremely beautiful and her piano skills are extremely good. I heard that someone spent 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones to ask her to play the piano!"
"She is indeed very beautiful, but I don't know if her piano skills are as good as the rumors say."
"..."
One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones...
Jiang Ling admitted that it was poverty that limited his imagination. He actually spent so much spiritual stones to enjoy such things. He really didn't take spiritual stones seriously.
Soon, the competition began, and it was a little different from what Jiang Ling had imagined. It turned out that it was not just a competition of chess skills, but the sound waves containing spiritual power were colliding with each other. If the piano skills were not good enough, the strings would break and he would leave the field.
Until the middle of the song, only Qingyan and Yun Xiaoyue were still playing the piano, and their sounds were still very stable and quite beautiful.
Jiang Ling was a little surprised. He didn't expect Qingyan's chess skills to be so good.
However, in the end, it still fell short. After all, Yun Xiaoyue came from a chess pavilion and was well versed in this skill.
Even so, Qingyan's popularity is rising.
"Oh, I still lost. I really can't compare to her." Qingyan sighed.
"It's nothing to worry about. I just don't play the piano as well as she does." Jiang Ling said casually.
"That's true."
After all, she is a princess from a county, so her self-confidence is not easily undermined.
Afterwards, it was time to play chess. Chess in this world was a little different. Jiang Ling did not participate, just watching the fun.
For the next calligraphy, Jiang Ling and Qing Yan went up.
However, Jiang Ling was the first to come down, so he wrote one word.
"What's wrong with him? He came down just at the beginning? Is he afraid that what he wrote is too ugly, so he feels inferior?"
"Isn't this the vulgar person who drinks alcohol? Sure enough, he can't even write."
"It's better to come down early and look at other people's penmanship. Ordinary calligraphy can't even be seen on the stage."
…
When Jiang Ling heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely. Although his writing power was poor compared to others, he was still very confident.
It turns out that this calligraphy is not just about the prettier calligraphy, but also about the artistic conception on the words. Whoever has a stronger artistic conception will win.
"Jiang Ling, writing is so boring, let's come have a drink." Gongsun Yu said with a smile.
"Okay."
Afterwards, the two started drinking at each other, causing the Qiyi Pavilion disciples to cast disgusted looks.
However, there is no rule against drinking here, so they can't say anything.
Soon, it was time for tasting. Hundreds of pieces of paper in front of me were bursting with artistic conception, and then collided with each other. The paper with insufficient meaning was reduced to pieces on the spot!
However, what happened next was a scene that shocked everyone. A piece of weathered paper was squeezed, and a terrifying artistic conception suddenly burst out.
I saw a long sword carrying thunder, lightning and flames rushing out of the paper. The powerful sword intention shattered all the other artistic conceptions in an instant!
All the rest of the paper also shattered into pieces at the same time, turning into debris falling all over the sky.
"What?!"
Everyone was shocked. They did not expect such a change. The artistic conception just now was so terrifying that it seemed to be able to wipe out everyone present!
Everyone hurried up to see what was written on the piece of paper, only to hear bursts of exclamations of surprise.
"There's only one vertical one!"
"This is incredible. Not even a single word has been written, but there is such a terrifying artistic conception."
"Who wrote this?"
…
Liu Wanyin looked solemnly and said: "Although there is only one sword, the sword intent is soaring to the sky. At least it has reached the realm of elemental sword intent, which is definitely far better than others!"
Then, he asked loudly: "I wonder which Taoist friend wrote this word?"
The words fell for a long time, but there was no response.
However, many people were already looking at Jiang Ling. After all, he came down almost as soon as he came up. He only wrote one line, which seemed reasonable.
It’s just that everyone is a little reluctant to believe how a vulgar person who only knows how to drink can have such strength?
Qingyan was quite sure that this was written by Jiang Ling. After all, she was standing next to Jiang Ling at the time and saw this stroke.
However, Jiang Ling didn't come out to admit it, and she wouldn't say anything.
Liu Wanyin followed everyone's gaze and walked up to Jiang Ling, cupped her hands and asked, "Is this word written by fellow Taoist?"
"I said no, do you believe it?" Jiang Lingxiao asked.
Liu Wanyin was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect such an answer.
"I'm not sure, but if it's really written by the Young Master, and the Young Master doesn't admit it, the first place will be gone."
Jiang Ling smiled, with a nonchalant look on his face, which made Liu Wanyin a little annoyed.
"It seems that fellow Taoists don't think much of the conference held by our Chess Pavilion. I understand."
The final result is that there is no first place in calligraphy.
"This man is so arrogant that he didn't give Qiyi Pavilion any face. Now he has offended someone."
Afterwards, a group of people deliberately stayed away from Jiang Ling, fearing that they would offend Qiyi Pavilion.
However, there were still two people beside Jiang Ling, and both of them were beauties.
Jiang Ling didn't care, but he wouldn't buy it if others made fun of him. He didn't participate in any subsequent poems or paintings.
Perhaps because of his relationship, Qingyan didn't participate. The little girl Gongsun Yu didn't participate from the beginning to the end. She was just drinking, and the wine jars were all over the table.
After completing the five processes, Du Ziteng came over and sighed:
"Brother Yang, you are talented, why don't you show it off."
"Haha, I always like to keep a low profile."
When Qing Yan heard this, she immediately rolled her eyes. Some people may believe this, but in Qingshan County...
Finally, Jiang Ling finally got through the last process.
Liu Wanyin took out a scroll from an exquisite wooden box.
"Everyone, please see, this is the treasure that has been collected by our Qiyi Pavilion for thousands of years - the Book of Shangyu!"
[Author's digression]: In order not to slow down the pace, we won't go through the entire face-slapping plot of reciting poems and writing poems, but we need to create a little contradiction here, which will be useful later.