[Crossing the Book] Master, he always wants to plot against me

It's okay to just let them admit defeat or let them go, but it's too difficult to lose without letting the other party find out, right?

"Why don't you break my hand?" A venerable felt that he couldn't do it, and thought that he might as well do a little bit of self-inflicted damage first.But he was afraid that he might have reservations, so he asked his colleagues next to him for help.

"Break my leg, I'm afraid I won't be able to act." The colleague also sighed.

At this time another venerable said: "I have temporarily abolished my celestial power, and I will recover it after the competition is over."

Both of them looked at the man who had abandoned his immortal power without even frowning: "You are too ruthless!"

Over there, Lin Moyu didn't know Si Weiyuan's plan for him to win, so he planned how to paddle and get eliminated as soon as he got up.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Xuan Zun knew what he was planning, and warned: "If you don't go all out, you will never leave here."

"..."

He has to paddle and pretend to go all out. Why don't he hurt his hand or leg first?It's still acting like this.

Before the start of the competition, the Lord of the Forbidden Forest announced that today he will compete in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting first, and then in martial arts.

Lin Moyu was immediately happy when he heard it. He was not proficient in any of these four things, at most he could only say he understood them a little.Many of the immortals present seemed to be cultural people, gentle and well-bred, and they should be nothing to worry about playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In this way, he could end up with poor piano skills in the first game.

As the drums sounded, Lin Moyu entered the arena with the other contestants under the leadership of the immortal attendant, and then sat in front of his seat.

Everyone sat around the field in a circular shape, and each person had a different musical instrument on their table.

Looking at the erhu on the table, Lin Moyu thanked the sky.

He has never touched the erhu before, so he doesn't need to act now, he will lose immediately.

Then he turned his head and gave Xuanzun an embarrassed look that he couldn't do anything about.

Xuanzun frowned, but didn't let him end.

Lin Moyu turned his head and looked at the other contestants. They were all playing guzheng, guqin, pipa, flute, Xiao and other things with bright tones. The tones of each were not as bleak as the erhu's tune. Besides, he couldn't play it. Quasi-car accident scene.

Lin Moyu swears, and can't wait to play the erhu.

Although everyone has different musical instruments in front of their eyes, they are compared together.Because the judging immortal has already refined to the state of multi-tasking and multi-tasking, even if the sounds of the piano are mixed together, he can distinguish them and judge their own merits and demerits.

When the Lord of the Forbidden Forest told the rules, Lin Moyu was not happy.

He is afraid that the mixing of different instruments will cover up his piano sound, so that the judges will not be able to hear his poor piano skills.

However, when the competition officially started, Lin Moyu discovered that the collapse was far more than that.

Because all the music was playing together, he realized that there was actually a suona player next to him!As soon as the sound sounded, it overwhelmed all the surrounding instruments and eclipsed them.

Lin Moyu couldn't even hear himself playing the erhu.

Not far away, the venerables who cleared obstacles for Lin Moyu either played the flute or played the qin, injecting spiritual power into the qin, and then turned the sound of the qin into sound waves and popped it out, secretly hurting everyone.

The other contestants either had their strings broken, or their internal injuries were caused by the sound waves playing from nowhere, or their fingers were injured and trembled slightly, and they could no longer strike the piano.

That's why Lin Moyu couldn't hear the sound of the piano around him when he pulled it.

As soon as he turned his head, even the one next to him playing the suona didn't know why he died and lay down on the table, unable to play.

Gradually, only my unbearable voice playing the erhu and a few piano sounds remained on the scene.

What made Lin Moyu nervous was that he sucked badly, but he didn't expect that the rest of them were even worse than him.

He has no grievances with them, why do they want to compete with him for the elimination spot?

And the remaining piano sounds were the venerables. Seeing that all the obstacles were cleared, they broke the strings and let Lin Moyu's erhu sing alone in the field.

Suddenly hearing only his erhu voice on the field, Lin Moyu stopped abruptly, stopping his hands in embarrassment.

The place was silent.

Then the judging immortals discussed with each other, and after reaching a conclusion, they elected a representative and announced to everyone: "Because everyone's piano sound stopped halfway except for Mr. Lin, and it was not satisfactory, so this round is natural. This Mr. Lin won."

"Why? He pulled so badly, why did he win?" Some contestants objected.

As soon as he refused to accept it, the others followed suit.

"That's right, he pulls so badly, can't you hear it?"

It was rare for Lin Moyu to stand on the same side as his opponent, and looked at the elder incomprehensibly.

The judge's old man wiped his beard, didn't panic at all, and convinced others with reason: "The others have finished playing, but you haven't."

Then the elders continued to announce the finalists regardless of everyone's opposition.

All the venerables of Dingchenmen were shortlisted, because they stopped the music of the piano just one step earlier than Lin Moyu.

Besides, they had to enter no matter what, because they would continue to escort Lin Moyu in the next competition.

The second game is a game of chess.

Lin Moyu was assigned to play chess with an unknown immortal disciple.

Not long after the start of the game, Lin Moyu was thinking about how to make mistakes to let the opponent win.

However, the disciple on the opposite side didn't know what was going on, and he didn't have any ambitions to win. He fell asleep again and again, and played more casually than him.

Seeing the opponent's drowsy appearance, Lin Moyu couldn't help feeling a little worried, and kept praying in his heart that this man would not make a wrong move with trembling hands, he would lose in one move.

I saw that this man was sleeping soundly, and finally worked hard to stabilize the shape of his hand and play the chess in the proper position.

Lin Moyu was overjoyed when he saw this, but before he was completely happy, the man suddenly felt sleepy again, leaned forward, and slid forward with the hand that was pressing the chess, directly moving the chess to the death spot, and broke own way of life.

"..."

When he came back to his senses and saw that he had made a wrong move, the man was not annoyed, he yawned and got up happily, and left calmly.

Lin Moyu looked at his figure leaving gracefully, and the chess piece in his hand fell on the table.

How could such a thing happen...?

Because the winner of a game can continue to play directly with the winner of another table.Therefore, after winning the chess game, the venerables almost continued to play against the winners of other immortal sects to prevent them from running into Lin Moyu.

On Lin Moyu's side, because the previous disciple had been dozing off, he played very slowly. As soon as he finished playing, he saw that the venerables over there had already won the other immortals and started fighting among themselves.

Lin Moyu marveled at their efficiency and speed, wondering if this is the so-called involution...

Because in the end, only one person needs to be left to play against Lin Moyu and lose to him, so the venerables fought faster than before.

There was almost no time for a cup of tea, and Dingchenmen fought until there was only one person left.

Lin Moyu was forced to sit down for the final match with the Venerable.

This time, he made up his mind to lose.

Unexpectedly, the Venerable actually switched with Si Weiyuan before going on the field, and finally Si Weiyuan entered the field to play the game instead.

Seeing Si Weiyuan taking a seat in front, Lin Moyu immediately frowned.

For some reason, if Si Weiyuan was competing with him, he suddenly didn't want to lose.

When playing chess, Lin Moyu couldn't help asking: "What are you doing here? Do you want to beat me personally and watch my jokes?"

Si Weiyuan dropped a son: "No, I just wanted to talk to you."

Lin Moyu frowned and looked at the chess pieces on the board, his desire to win became stronger and stronger.

At this time, Si Weiyuan said: "I have asked City Lord Jia Luo to release Si Jing and the others, and they are temporarily under house arrest."

Lin Moyu paused, then slowly raised his head: "Really?"

"Well, how to deal with it next is up to you."

Lin Moyu couldn't help but feel flustered, and almost made a wrong move.

He pretended to ask, "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"I'm afraid you will continue to be angry with me."

"..."

He showed his interest suddenly, but Lin Moyu was a little at a loss.

Si Weiyuan also just looked at him, distracted when playing chess, made a wrong move, and lost everything.

When Lin Moyu made a move, seeing Si Weiyuan's dead chess piece, he couldn't help being stunned, and raised his head in disbelief: "You..."

Si Weiyuan didn't care about gains and losses, and kept smiling at Lin Moyu, flirting secretly: "Madam is right in front of me, it disturbs my mind, and it's reasonable to lose."

Lin Moyu didn't expect that at this time, he would still be in the mood to flirt with himself. Seeing that everyone around him was looking at them, he couldn't help but blushed, got up and walked away.

Because he was the final winner of the second round, Lin Moyu entered the third round of calligraphy competition without any suspense.

This time, he wanted to write nonsense to make the judges think that he was uneducated and eliminated him. Unexpectedly, after the competition started, they actually hung up a long couplet of words that needed to be written in front of the competition.

That means he has to write it down, not make it up...

Lin Moyu sighed, and deliberately wrote the words crookedly according to the long couplet.

Little did they know that at the same time, the venerables were secretly exuding invisible killing intent, causing other contestants to inexplicably feel chills down their backs, their bodies were limp and their hands were trembling, and they could not hold their pens stably, making them feel like wandering insects.

At the end of the competition, Lin Moyu undoubtedly became the subject of discussion again.

This time, it was the general who was selected among the dwarfs. He wrote ugly, and others wrote uglier than him.

In the fourth competition of painting skills, others were either painting landscapes or realistic figures.Lin Moyu went his own way and directly drew a beautiful anime girl with a brush.

What he originally thought was that the people here had never seen this style of painting, so they must not be able to understand this aesthetic, and would most likely regard his paintings as outliers and eliminate him.

Unexpectedly, after he finished the painting, he received unanimous praise from everyone present miraculously.

Because it is so unique, as soon as his paintings came out, the conventional paintings around him suddenly eclipsed.

Everyone was full of curiosity about the beautiful girl in the painting, and they all said what kind of wonderful painting method this is. It is unheard of and unseen. The sister in it has such big eyes and is so cute. Is there really such a cute person in the world? .

"..."

Please, let him go.