Jiang Chen's words left many people speechless. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to establish a relationship with Tianling was actually such an understatement.
Tian Ling himself was a little unable to react, so he glanced at him and returned to the pavilion.
The most important thing for a warrior is practice.
If you are addicted to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, you will be said to be playing with things and losing your ambition.
Until someone integrated martial arts with chess, calligraphy and painting, leading a trend of improving martial arts through chess, calligraphy and painting.
Today, the Wenwu Academy founded by Tianling is popular in the three circles of China.
The sound of Tianling's piano is combined with the wind of arcane martial arts.
Most people present could not hear it and thought it was just an ordinary piano sound.
Many of those who had scolded Jiang Chen now realized how shallow and unpopular they were.
"It took the young lady half a year to play "Wind Spirit Ming". How terrifying it must be for this person to only listen to it once."
People in the Civil and Military Academy were even more shocked. A few people could see the fusion of music and wind.
But they don't know how demanding this song "Wind Spirit Ming" is for the people who play it.
To put it bluntly, it was only after Tian Ling successfully played "Wind Ling Ming" that he realized the secret of wind!
"Could it be arranged deliberately to take the opportunity to get close to the lady?"
Because it was so shocking, these women expressed disbelief.
"But the young lady took the initiative to cause trouble for him."
As soon as these words came out, the possibility of deliberate acting was almost ruled out.
But this Mr. Feng is really that powerful.
"It's a small incident, but I hope you won't take it to heart."
Tian Ling was sitting in the pavilion, and the curtains were not closed.
"No, no."
The people who clamored the loudest before all kept their mouths shut, for fear that speaking would attract Jiang Chen's attention.
But there is one exception.
"I wonder where this Mr. Feng comes from? It's so remarkable, it makes people very curious."
Master Shenji sneered again and again, his tone making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"It doesn't matter where you come from, what matters is where you go." Jiang Chen said.
"Well said." Master Shenji said this, but his eyes became colder and colder.
Jiang Chen simply ignored him and pushed the jade piano on the table back into the pavilion.
However, Tianling didn't answer. He waved gently and pushed Yuqin back to him.
"Master Feng is more suitable for this piano than me, so this is my apology," Tian Ling said.
Hearing this, everyone was jealous, and their eyes were shining when they looked at the piano.
This piano is useless as a weapon, but it is Miss Tianling’s piano!
With this alone, the magic weapon can be sold for an even higher price.
And no one is stupid enough to sell it.
"All right."
Jiang Chen took the piano and the matter came to an end.
"As expected, you are very pushy."
Ji Yinyi said suddenly.
"Please, I'm just sitting here and doing well, others want to trouble me." Jiang Chen said helplessly.
And if there weren't two people sitting there, he might have left the seat and stood aside.
"The title battle is about to begin. Tianling is here to wish the friends of Yizhou good results." Tianling said softly.
"Thank you, Miss Tianling."
The young talents in Yizhou said in unison.
"I also hope that today's Civil and Military Academy can help you."
After Tianling said this, he signaled that tonight's Civil and Military Academy ceremony would officially begin.
There were no unnecessary polite words, not even drinks.
But no one would be dissatisfied with this official Wenwuyuan style.
"Let me show you a painting first. This painting will serve as the opening of tonight." Tian Ling said.
Immediately there were two women, one holding a wooden stand and the other holding a scroll.
Place the wooden frame within sight of everyone, then place the scroll on it and open it.
As the scroll was opened, bursts of exclamations came.
The content of the painting is a sword.
There is no background, just a sword with the blade facing down on the white paper.
The painting skills are astonishing and the brushstrokes are so delicate that they seem to be fake and real.
However, compared to the painting skills, the realm in the painting is what everyone present cares about.
When the scroll is opened, the faint sound of swords can be heard.
Looking directly at the sword in the painting, you will feel a sense of sharpness.
"This is the sword of Meng Shaobai who won the title of Sword King."
"When Meng Shaobai was painting, his sword made a long-lasting sword sound."
"When the last stroke fell, the sword light almost lit up the sky."
Tianling introduced to everyone.
The King of Swords, Meng Shaobai.
This name is remembered by everyone, including Jiang Chen.
"By uniting your mind and your mind, you will devote yourself to martial arts. When you can draw it completely, you will gain something."
While Tian Ling was speaking, one by one the women spread drawing paper and pen and ink in front of everyone's table.
What is worth mentioning is that when the woman in front of Jiang Chen's table was laying out the drawing paper, she secretly glanced at Jiang Chen.
This scene was noticed by Ji Yinyi next to her, and she reached out and pinched Jiang Chen's waist hard.
"What does this mean?" Jiang Chen looked over in confusion.
After confirming that Jiang Chen didn't care, Ji Yinyi breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why she did that.
The only explanation is that Jiang Chen's performance just now was too dazzling.
"If you are willing, you can draw your own weapons. Before you start, you can also observe Meng Shaobai's drawings."
Tianling is like a teacher in an academy, teaching students and assigning homework.
"Miss Tianling, what should I do if I can't draw?" someone asked.
"The painting skills are not important, the painting environment is important. Sometimes a drop of ink can contain the entire world." Tian Ling said.
In the following time, everyone was busy with their own business and focused on the painting.
Before starting to write, most of them were still observing Meng Shaobai's paintings.
Jiang Chen was no exception. He stared at the painting and was immersed in it. Gradually, he felt that something was about to move inside his body.
"Do you know the Golden Secret Martial Arts?"
Jiang Chen quickly understood what this was.
No weapon can be separated from the secret martial arts of gold.
It's just that swordsmen are special, wind can replace gold.
Of course, it is correct to have both.
From this painting, Jiang Chen felt the perfect fusion of wind, gold and martial arts.
"Sword King? It's really nice to meet him." Jiang Chen thought to himself.
Similar to this kind of practice method of playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Jiang Chen had experienced it in Jiutian Realm and spent a lot of money on it.
The difference is that there is no preset outline on the drawing paper.
People need to exert themselves to draw the best paintings.
Woo!
Suddenly, the real sound of swords sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
Everyone looked around and saw Master Shenji's sword shaking violently.
But Mr. Shenji seems not to know that it is all in the world in the painting.
Finally, the sword unsheathed itself and flew into the air like a ball of fire.
This scene reminds people of what Tianling said just now.
The same was true for the sword king Meng Shaobai at that time!
Many people looked at Mr. Shenji with deep admiration.