Chapter 97 A few strokes

The evening wind blew up Xu Shaoyang's white shirt, and the xylophone was placed in mid-air, hanging and did not fall. He showed the faint smile of the past. He stretched out his right hand and said softly, "Sister Wuran, Sister Jingyu, please."

"Brother Shaoyang, you're welcome!"

"Brother Shaoyang, please!"

The female disciples of the two families of Confucianism and Buddhism were cold and said to Xu Shaoyang that their musical instruments were also floating in front of them. At this time, Yang Yanzhao saw that the female disciples of the Buddha Sect were using.

"Are the two sisters going to throw bricks and attract jade for their brothers? Then Xu Shaoyang made a fool of himself!"

Seeing that the two did not move, Xu Shaoyang's words were still soft, but when the last word fell, his thin body suddenly emitted a strong momentum.

As a result, the clothes sounded, and a virtual shadow was drawn in his right hand. Soon, a 'ding-dong' sound came, like the sound of nature, passing through the layers of dark curtain and rubbing into the minds of the people present.

When Xu Shaoyang started to make a sound, the two disciples of Confucianism and Buddhism also moved, but they did not rush to compete for the song, but played along the piano.

Yang Yanzhao has heard this song. It is the melody played by Xu Shaoyang when he had nothing to do. At this moment, with the sound of Qingxiao, it has a different flavor.

Under the cold night, three slender figures stood on the cliff, and their clothes danced with the wind, playing the strange sound. This scene, called for other occasions, may really make a good story.

However, this is not as simple as a single ensemble. Even Yang Yanzhao, who is still shallow, can hear the sonorous meaning in the song, not to mention that the gravel around the three people is flying around, and the standing rock is not visible except for a few inches under his feet.

In such a scene, Yang Yanzhao really opened his eyes. It was not until after Banzhuxiang that Xue Yuyu showed a smile that he knew that the first game had come to an end.

As Xu Shaoyang stroked the strings and made the last lingering sound, the sound of Xiao and Yu also stopped, and three voices floated to the side of the bonfire.

"Okay, it's really endless. After three days around the beam, Yuanfu Taoist priest, your disciple has been refined again, and my Buddhist sect is a little shortfall."

Geng Yuanfu looked carefully at Xu Shaoyang, who was overflowing with a trace of sweat on his forehead. Seeing that he smiled, he turned his face and smiled and said, "The empty master has given in, and the orchid law of your school is also profound and ingenious, which makes people feel at peace."

"Master Kongwu said it right," the leader of Confucianism answered, "Jingyu, when you go back, you should think about the song played today, which is of great benefit to your cultivation."

"I will follow the teachings of my teacher."

The voice is a little slouch, and the breath is also a little short. I think I was injured in the game just now, but the Confucians do not look anxious, and it should not be a heavy hit.

"The rhythm has passed. According to the old rules, it's time to compare calligraphy."

Perhaps after losing the first game, the empty face of the Buddha Sect was a little low, and he said in a muffled voice. Then, a person stood behind him with an ordinary face, but when he looked carefully, there was a layer of callus between the tiger's mouths of the two hands, which should be the result of holding a pen all year round.

"Holy Gong, you can also go. The next calligraphy and painting test should be carried out."

In Confucianism, the middle-aged man who appeared in the courtyard that day said softly. Behind him, a person who seemed to be the same age as him bent down and saluted, "Master, don't worry."

Unexpectedly, it was still the contempt of calligraphy. Yang Yanzhao was secretly shocked, and for some reason, he had the impulse to reach out and try.

Geng Yuanfu turned his head and seemed to stay on Yang Yanzhao for a moment. Later, he moved away and nodded to Lian Rong on one side, "Ronger, go."

The three figures stood on the rocks. Lianrong changed the weak breath of the past, and her momentum was not weaker than the two disciples of Confucianism and Buddhism on one side.

The cool breeze rises, and the clothes dance.

Suddenly, all three of them moved and floated towards the opposite mountain wall. They were really angry and used their hands as a pen. Suddenly, the mountain wall was full of stone crumbs.

After a while, they stopped and gasped for breath. When the dust settled, there were a few rows of words or dragons and phoenix dances on the mountain wall, vigorous and powerful, or lotus spitting cores, clusters of beauty.

It turned out that Sister Lian Rong, who was as warm as jade, was also a master of calligraphy. Yang Yanzhao said in his heart, looked at it and immediately understood the victory or defeat.

I didn't expect this Confucian scholar to be so ingenious, not to mention the roundness and sharpness of the pen. The power of the word half floating on the stone wall alone is a little impressive.

In ancient times, there were three points of wood, but now, I have witnessed three points of stone with my own eyes, and the words do not fall.

Taking a look at the book written by the Confucian disciple, Lian Rong lowered her head and walked to Yang Yanzhao's side. Her mood seemed to be a little low. Xue Yuyu turned around and whispered, "Rong'er, you don't blame yourself."

In this way, Taoism and Confucianism lead by one game. Although the Buddha Sect lost two games in a row, there was no anxiety at all. The emptiness was still a light color, talking and laughing freely, as if he had seen through the victory or losing, and did not pay attention to it.

However, Yang Yanzhao doesn't think that the other party is really so light. The battle of Huashan, once every ten years, in terms of winning or losing in the world, how can he not care about this emptiness? If you really don't care, you don't have to come thousands of miles to Huashan, blowing the cold wind in the middle of the night.

Maybe it's just that you know that you won't win the first two games. There is no hope in your heart, and naturally you won't be disappointed.

As a thousand-year-old faction, the means of Buddhism will certainly not be much worse. Therefore, the following is the hard battle. At this time, Yang Yanzhao also understands why he is ahead of the game. Geng Yuanfu and his face is not relaxed at all.

I don't know when the wind was stronger, and the clouds on the top of the mountain floated to one side, and the black clouds on the top of my head dispersed a lot, revealing a little bright and gloomy crescent moon.

"Well, the calligraphy test has passed, and it's time to paint. Although these are all vassal and elegant things, the good things in the world will always have their infatuation. Take advantage of it while it's still early!"

Kong Wu said with a smile. A thin and weak man behind him stood up, but he was still a disciple who wrote a book on the mountain wall just now. His face was a little cold, and he was not convinced that he had lost before.

Confucianism is also the same disciple. He doesn't care about the resentment in the eyes of the disciples of the Buddha sect not far away. The white paper fan is closed in his hand and stands quietly, waiting for the beginning of the test.

"Yuanfu Taoist priest, I don't know who you will send to fight?"

Geng Yuanfu didn't say anything, and his eyes swept over the disciples behind him. Meng Kan and Xue Yuyu were silent. They knew the strength of the three descendants very well.

Only Xu Shaoyang can suppress each other in piano, calligraphy and painting, but in this way, the consumption must be great. Even taking elixir will not help the world, not to mention that there have been regulations since ancient times. Once the fight begins, no one is allowed to use elixir and treasures.

If you consume more than half of Shaoyang's strength in the first few fights, the remaining most critical martial arts battles are likely to be defeated.

The two families of Confucianism and Buddhism are not good at stubble. Although Guo Huai is a stunned boy, it is really difficult to say who will win or lose if there are three martial arts battles.

At this time, even the two of them did not dare to speak for fear of messing up Geng Yuanfu's arrangement, but in the bottom of their hearts, they still agreed that it was time to continue to send Lian Rong to appear.

After all, Lianrong also participated in these two games ten years ago. Although he did not win, it reduced Xu Shaoyang's consumption, so that he could fight in the following chess and martial arts.

"Yan Zhao, you go!"

As soon as he said this, Yang Yanzhao, who was speculating who his mentor would send to fight, was stunned for a moment. He was not only him, but also Meng Kan and Xue Yuyu were a little confused.

"Teacher, little brother..."

" Shaoyang, there is no need to say more. This time will be done by Yan Zhao."

Seeing a trace of helplessness flashed in Geng Yuanfu's eyes, Yang Yanzhao immediately understood that this was a horse racing strategy. Although he was a little reluctant, at this moment, he had to admit that he was the bad horse.

"Brother, you don't have to worry. Yan Zhao will come out. Even if it is not enough, you can have something to learn."

Speaking softly, Yang Yanzhao took a few steps forward, and his heart also jumped up. This was the first time he stood among so many masters, and he had to compete with them.

The thrilling side of the two games just now is still flashing in Yang Yanzhao's mind. If there is no accident, this competition called painting is still a competition between painters and cultivation.

In terms of cultivation, now he is less than one-tenth of the other party, but his inner pride does not allow Yang Yanzhao to admit defeat.

At least he has come from the world. How can he give in without fighting?

Thinking about countermeasures quickly, suddenly, Yang Yanzhao seemed to remember something. Since his cultivation is not comparable, it is not as good as taking a knife to the front, and perhaps he can receive unexpected effects.

When he had an idea, he suddenly felt his heart and nodded to the disciples of the two Confucian and Buddhist families. Out of courtesy, the two nodded slightly in response.

"Okay, let's go!"

Under an order, as Yang Yanzhao expected, the breath of the disciples of the two Confucian Buddhist families suddenly opened, and the Buddha's brother moved to the mountain wall and made it according to the mountain; while the Confucian disciples jumped to the cliff and followed the cool wind.

Looking at the performance of the two, needless to say, as a Confucian disciple, Geng Yuanfu sighed secretly in his heart. When he withdrew his sight, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Yang Yanzhao was holding a small wooden branch that he didn't know where to fold. He was squatting on the rock, drawing seriously. Among the three people, the breath on his body was the weakest, and sometimes all of them were used on the top of the tree branch.

Geng Yuanfu sighed slightly. The speed of refinement of Confucian disciples was really too fast. He really became a strong enemy of Taoism, whether it was on Mount Hua or under Mount Hua.

Everyone turned their eyes to the elegant Confucian disciples in the clouds. At this time, a low voice sounded, "Excuse me, seniors and juniors have been done."

One sentence made Lv Mengzheng, who was full of confidence, a little surprised, but then he was relieved. It was just a short time of dozens of breaths, squatting on the rocks, and his cultivation was low. What can he do?

He ignored Yang Yanzhao. He glanced at the disciples of the Buddha sect who were still depicted on the cliff and continued to condense his mind and wanted to draw the last part.

Perhaps out of curiosity, the emptiness of the Buddha sect moved a few steps forward and looked at what Yang Yanzhao painted. After a moment, the smile on his face froze and said, "Amitabha Buddha, enlightenment, stop it. In this game, my Buddha sect is defeated."

In a word, he immediately attracted the eyes of the rest of the people. Even Geng Yuanfu was extremely surprised and hurriedly strode forward.

On the rock, there are a few small pens, but it is these pens that divinely outline everyone on the top of the mountain. Even Lv Mengzheng, who waved his pen among the clouds and fog, can be seen at a glance, even the vividly portrayed by the people watching the battle.

"If you are really a great talent, you can return to the truth and get Jane. Shenggong, you should also stop!"

The Confucian stopped, which made Yang Yanzhao's nervous heart immediately relax and unexpectedly won. Sure enough, the sketches in those years were not learned in vain.