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The piano test is located under Feiliu Waterfall, beside Qingshitan.

Song Qianji and Ji Chen set off from Caishixi to watch the piano test, almost crossing half of the Huawei Sect.

The mountains and rivers are far away, and the mountain roads are deep.

But the two were in a relaxed mood and walked lightly, so they didn't feel far away.

Song Qianji is relaxed because he always does this when he takes a walk to enjoy the scenery.

Ji Chen is relaxed because he has finally passed the calligraphy and painting test, unloaded his burden, and has nothing to do.

But seeing smoke and dust billowing from the opposite side, a group of deacons rushed head-on, holding high the solemn and complicated canopy, barrier fan and other guards of honor, rampaging all the way.

Song Qianji stood sideways on the side of the mountain road, making way for them to go first.

Ji Chen's personality was off-kilter, and he stopped the last deacon in the line:

"Dare to ask you, if you take this road, you are going to Caishixi, what happened there? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The deacon saw that his cultivation base was low, and his face was impatient, but a storage bag was stuffed in his hand.

Looking down, he immediately changed his face and said with a smile:

"Little Immortal Lord doesn't know something. The calligraphy and painting test has just ended, and the calligrapher is going to go to the Wenxing Tower by the Caishi River to review the papers. The incident happened suddenly, and we have just received an order from the real master. It is inconvenient to control the flying magic weapon in front of the saint. I have to hurry..."

Ji Chen understood.

The book sage walked out of Feiyun Building just now, without prior notice, Hua Weizong's senior management was very panicked.

Master Xuyun couldn't figure out the saint's intentions, and was afraid of neglect, so he urgently called all the peak masters and elders to greet him, and mobilized the ritual and music guard of honor by the way, just in case.

"Little Immortal, if you want to fight for the fate of immortals, go to Caishixi now, maybe there will be fate." The deacon cupped his hands, said auspicious words, and hurried away.

Ji Chen was left in a daze, staring blankly at Song Qianji:

"The book sage wants to see it in person? No way?"

The Huawei Sect originally invited ten well-known and highly respected calligraphers and painters in the cultivation world to be examiners to evaluate the examination papers and determine the rankings.

Ji Chen felt that it was embarrassing to be ranked number one by them, but it was not unacceptable. As long as he had an optimistic attitude, he would do nothing but resign himself to it.

But if the book sage himself said that he was hopeless, then he would become the laughing stock of the clan from now on, his life situation would definitely plummet, and his sister would also be dragged down by him.

One word can decide the life and death of a person, and affect the fate of others, that is the power of the top powerhouse.

Song Qianji didn't understand Ji Chen's worries at first.

For him, as long as he draws what he thinks in his heart on paper, the matter will be successfully concluded.

Potato flowers bloom in my heart.As for where the painting was sent and who commented on it, he no longer cared.

But Ji Chen said: "What if the book sage sees my circle and thinks I'm perfunctory and disrespectful..."

Song Qianji was stunned, and comforted: "He is a broad-minded old man, and he is pedantic about heaven and man, so he shouldn't care."

This is half true.

He doesn't know the size of the opponent's chest.

But according to his personal experience in his previous life, a strong man in the state of transforming gods would never bother to deal with such a trivial matter as a miscellaneous qi refining fish.

You are not the savior Wei Zhenyu.

Ji Chen kicked away the stones on the side of the road, annoyed: "If I knew this, I shouldn't have just drawn a circle!"

Song Qianji wondered: "Then what else can you draw?"

"At least five circles, four more than that one! Fill the whole paper, it looks lively and round!"

Ji Chen kicked the stone back again, having fun while suffering.

Song Qianji laughed: "Thousands of examination papers will never find just the two of us. The calligraphy and painting that can be seen by the calligrapher in person must have been selected by the examiners."

Ji Chen's eyes lit up: "It makes sense, they dare not take out the dross, for fear of staining the eyes of the saints. We are at the bottom of the list based on our real skills, so we shouldn't worry, thank you Brother Song for your explanation!"

Song Qianji thought, the previous book sage never showed up at Dengwen Yahui.

When he heard the news for the first time, he speculated that the savior had appeared in Hua Weizong.

But just now at the bank of Caishi Creek, he secretly observed the audience and did not see any suspicious monks.

Song Qianji asked Ji Chen, "Is there any monk with the surname Wei who participated in the calligraphy and painting test today?"

Ji Chen smiled and said, "Are you asking Wei Zhanyang, the one who left the book on the stone wall with Zhao Wei?"

"No, not him."

Wei Zhenyu kept a low profile in the early stage and was unknown.

Ji Chen scratched his head: "Wei is a common surname in the cultivation world. Is the person you are looking for in the Wei family of Queti County or the Wei family of Sanqing County?"

"Neither, that person should be born as a mortal, not a child of a noble family, maybe a casual cultivator." Song Qianji thought for a while, "Have you ever met a disciple named Wei who is not high in cultivation and looks inconspicuous today?" ?”

Ji Chen shook his head: "It's so unremarkable, how dare you be surnamed Wei? Low-level monks walk in the realm of comprehension. One thing more is worse than one thing less. It is more convenient to change one's surname, so as to avoid conflicts between the same name and the same surname."

Song Qianji felt a little regretful that he might not be able to meet him this time.

The book sage should have no friendship with Hua Weizong.

If Wei Zhenyu is not here, why did he come?

"Is this important?" Ji Chen suggested, "I can pay someone to help me find it, and there must be a brave man under the reward!"

Song Qianji hurriedly refused: "It's just a casual question, don't bother. Let's go and listen to the piano."

The pines and cypresses are lush and the clouds are floating.

"Wind and Smoke Valley is ahead, let's take a look at the chess test? After all, we have traveled so far..." Ji Chen uttered the most terrifying mantra when he went out for a tour.

"Also." Song Qianji nodded.

The terrain of the valley is low and concave, and the spectators can only stand on the platform halfway up the mountain and look down.

Ji Chen asked: "Brother Song, can you play chess? Have you played chess before?"

"I've done it once." Song Qianji thought for a while: "It's a bit good."

Playing chess takes time, and he didn't have such leisure time in his previous life.

But one time, he broke into the tomb of an ancient powerful man to get a roll of Guqin score for Miaoyan, and accidentally fell into a chess game.

If he can't solve the mess, he can't get out.

Song Qianji can only look through the chess records in the tomb, learn and play as he goes, and sell what he learns now.

After thirteen days, he broke out of the formation and was tossed half of his life.

According to the flow of time in the tomb, it would take him 13 years to break the game.

For 13 years without a break, if you concentrate on doing one thing, even the gods will be driven crazy.

That was the first time Song Qianji played chess, and it was also the last time.

Ji Chen thought that Song Qianji's "knowledge a little bit" meant that he had just started to recognize the rules, learned a few moves, and didn't know how to draw notes yet.

Suddenly met a bosom friend, excitedly echoed:

"I played twice when I was young, one more than you!"

Miscellaneous fish and vegetable chickens should be sympathetic to each other and be at the bottom of each other.

***

The waterfall hangs from the mountain like a white drill, flying straight down and falling into the Qingshitan.

The water in the pool is turbulent, and the water mist is diffuse, reflecting the sun, showing a colorful rainbow bridge.

Not far from the pool, three or four small bamboo buildings are connected.

The Yinxiu who participated in the piano test sat in the waiting room in the building, [-]% of them were disciples of Xianyin sect, and only [-]% were from other sects.

While drinking tea and chatting, they listened to the sound of the piano by the pool.

Not every contestant has the opportunity to play a complete piece.

There was a person who was not very good at playing the piano, and was thrown into the pool by the examiner in the pavilion before he played half of the piece.

The sound of the stone falling into the pool was like a shout, and the contestants were interrupted and had to leave the stage holding the piano.

The sun is clean and clear, and it fills the small building.

The young female cultivators were in groups of three or four, dressed in bright clothes and shining brightly.

In the corner where there is no light, there is a person sitting alone.

Several well-dressed nuns passed by and were surprised to see that man.

"That's not He..." They blurted out a surname, and immediately stopped talking, as if they didn't want to call her junior sister.

Just standing far away, pointing to the corner, whispering:

"Why is she here too?"

"Hey, anyone can come as long as they sign up."

"Which place is she in?"

"It is said that he was the last one to play the piano."

"No way, the finale?!"

Those who knew something about the inside story smiled strangely: "The order of her appearance has been changed, and the finale of the Yahui should have been Fairy Mengzhi."

"But this year, Fairy Mengzhi, who is known as 'Xiao Miaoyan', is in the limelight?"

"Exactly! Fairy Mengzhi finished her bullets, so it's time for her to appear on stage."

"Then what else does she play? Go home now, it's better than being kicked out after only playing two notes."

Another person said: "Not only that, I also heard that after the competition is over, Fairy Miaoyan will also play a song."

The eyes of everyone looking at He Qingqing suddenly changed.From ridicule to implied sympathy.

It is not uncommon for monks who came to Dengwen Yahui to seek opportunities for immortality, but were hit hard, and their Taoism collapsed.

Playing the piano between Fairy Mengzhi and Fairy Miaoyan?

What a joke.

"I don't know who she offended, but the order was changed."

"Perhaps no one was offended."

After thinking about it, everyone agreed with this statement: "Yes."

Regardless of Fairy Mengzhi's suitor, just pull a cushion for her, just pick this soft persimmon.

——Fairy Mengzhi would never play along with Fairy Miaoyan.Who wants to be a foil for others to pave the way?

Or those female cultivators in Qingya Academy who don't like He Qingqing.

——Since she was rescued from the devil's lair by the prison supervisor, the label "The girl brought back by Ziye Manjusri" has been stuck behind her.

This made many nuns subtly uncomfortable.The idols in the sky should not have anything to do with the mortals in the quagmire.

He Qingqing didn't need to offend anyone too much, and he could be ranked last.

Because she's the best at bullying and never fights back.

He Qingqing seemed unable to hear those words.

She just hugged Qin and sat in the deep shadows in the corner.

The back is as straight as a pine, and the wind and rain cannot shake it.

Letting the crowd come and go, and the rumors turmoil, she moved the fingers in her sleeves slightly, still practicing playing in her heart.

Suddenly, her fingertips stopped and she clenched tightly.

"I heard that her qin was smashed, how can there be a green table now? Where did she get the spirit stone to buy such an expensive qin!"

"Who knows, has anyone lost their piano recently, just lost Zhang Luyi's platform?"

He Qingqing looked up and silently recorded their faces.