But he didn't dare to confront Kong Youdao in such a situation.
So, he could only stand there with a gloomy face, using his facial expressions to express his dissatisfaction with the judge.
And what about Cai Jing, the grand master of the dynasty?
The score given is six points.
"Although the song this boy sings is really not suitable to be shown in public."
"But this guy's courage is quite worthy of recognition."
"So a six-point score can be considered an encouragement."
When Liang Xin, who was standing on the stage, listened to Cai Jing's comments, he immediately smiled at Cai Jing and nodded repeatedly:
"Thank you, Master Taishi."
Next, it’s Zhao Ji’s turn to score.
Considering his private relationship with Liang Shicheng, it is impossible to lower his rating.
If he gave the score too high, he would think it was inappropriate even if he thought about it carefully.
So he could only give the same score as Cai Jing.
In the end, Liang Xin's performance was regarded as a score of four points.
After Liang Xin stepped down, he was also treated very cordially by his godfather.
While his cheeks were red and swollen, he also once thought that his godfather's "Bagua Wandering Dragon Palm" had reached a new level again?
Next, it was the turn of Tong Guan's godson Tong Chenglin to show off his talents.
That Liang Xin just now was wearing white clothes when he took the stage.
Because he believes that only by dressing up like this can he show off his literary and artistic flair.
On the other hand, what about Tong Chenglin who came to power at this time?
His attire was completely different from Liang Xin just now.
At this time, not only was his appearance reduced, but he was also wearing a very simple Taoist robe.
When I wave the whisk in my hand, it really smells like an immortal.
Dressed like this, when she suddenly appeared on the stage, she immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.
And Zhao Ji, after seeing Tong Chenglin's outfit, couldn't help but glance to the side:
"Tong Aiqing, when did your son go to practice Taoism?"
"Why didn't I know any news before this?"
After hearing this, Tong Guan quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Zhao Ji who was not far away:
"Reporting to the official family, Quan Zi has loved Taoism since he was a child."
"And a few days ago, by chance, he became a disciple of the old immortal master Hunyuan Yiqi."
"Before this, Wei Chen didn't deliberately conceal the official family. It's just that Wei Chen only learned about this matter from Quan Zi's mouth in the past few days."
"I hope the officials will forgive me."
Zhao Ji nodded slightly:
"Yes, yes. Although this boy is young, he is already a great blessing to have this opportunity."
"It's just the old immortal master of Hunyuan Yiqi..."
"But who is it?"
"Why have I never heard of it before?"
"But you can tell by his name that he must be a god-like figure with extremely high magical power."
"The disciples he taught must be extraordinary."
"Tong Aiqing, the two of us are going to see what kind of show your godson will come up with to dazzle everyone here."
When Tong Guan heard that the officials praised his godson so much, he was naturally very happy.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of comparison in his mind.
Liang Shicheng, Liang Shicheng, look at what your family has trained.
Let’s take a look at what kind of talents our family has trained.
Why……
We are the same people, how come the gap is so big?
But when he replied to Zhao Ji, he didn't show the slightest bit of satisfaction on his face. Instead, he said very cautiously:
"The official family is overly praised."
"If Quanzi doesn't act up on stage today, it will be the greatest respect for me as your godfather."
While Tong Guan was chatting with Zhao Ji, Tong Chenglin, who was on the stage, also made preparations.
While flicking the whisk in his hand, he also gave a deep salute to Zhao Ji who was sitting on the judges' bench.
"For the record, Wei Chen has made all the preparations before the performance."
"Excuse me, can we start the performance now?"
Zhao Ji smiled and nodded:
"Excuse me, little Tong Aiqing, what show do you want to perform here today?"
"Could it be, could it be some kind of Taoist magic?"
Tong Chenglin smiled with a smile on his face:
"Reporting to the official family, I don't dare to practice Taoist immortal magic, but I have learned a lot from my master about some small Taoist techniques."
"Today, I just take this opportunity to show it in front of everyone. I hope all uncles can give me some advice."
Tong Chenglin's remarks immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
After all, in their impression, every time those heavenly masters with superb immortal skills did something strange and strange, mysterious and mysterious.
Its mystery is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Although the boy from the Tong family standing on the stage at this moment is very young, and when he just introduced the program he was going to perform, the words he used were very modest and cautious.
But everyone in the audience did not think that the following performance was extremely dull.
So at this time, everyone in the audience widened their eyes and stared at Tong Chenglin standing on the stage without blinking.
Even Zhao Fujin, who just now was blushing with embarrassment from Liang Xin's lewd lyrics, was now staring at her big, watery eyes, looking expectantly at the stage.
I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will miss the next exciting part.
And Tong Chenglin, after completing the above-mentioned introduction and warm-up, also started his official performance.
"Guan family, dear uncles, what I want to perform this time is to cut off objects through the air!"
As soon as Tong Chenglin finished speaking, all the civil and military officials sitting in the audience were surprised.
Because it can be seen from the title alone that such a magical skill is really not something that ordinary people can do.
Immediately afterwards, everyone in the audience saw Tong Chenglin on the stage, taking out a banana that was not much smaller than an adult's arm from his arms.
Then he ordered the guards standing nearby to bring him a small wooden table.
Tong Chenglin first held the banana in his hand, walked forward to the edge of the stage, and turned the banana left and right towards the civil and military officials in the audience.
"Uncles, please take a look. Is there anything wrong with this banana of mine?"
And what about the civil and military officials sitting in the audience?
At this time, when they looked at it, they saw that the banana in Tong Chenglin's hand was just like the ones they usually eat, and they all shook their heads immediately.
Tong Chenglin was also extremely satisfied with the audience's response.
Then he put the banana in his hand on the small wooden table.
And he stood facing the audience in the audience, holding the stem of the banana with one hand, while with the other hand, he assumed a vacant posture ready to be cut.
As Tong Chenglin's eyes slowly closed, he also muttered something.