Why do they always want me to change my filial piety?

"Bailu Academy, Xiao Xueqing!"

As she imagined, surrounded by the fresh air, a woman in a moon-white Confucian dress quietly appeared. Like water, elegant and dignified!

Staring at the familiar beautiful shadow, Lu Ran on the viewing platform showed a smile.

The talented ladies and noble ladies on the surrounding viewing platforms also looked at her with burning eyes, with excitement on their faces.

Compared to Li Mubai, Xiao Xueqing is also the most dazzling existence in Shengjing.

The most important thing is that, as a woman, she broke the rules of Bailu Academy that had never been changed for thousands of years, and later gained the approval of the Spring and Autumn Liulizhan by changing her fate.

Such a talent is unparalleled in the world, not to mention Dayu, even the whole Yuzhou can't find a second place.

So much so that almost all women in Shengjing regard her as a role model!

In the eyes of everyone, Yunqin walked slowly to a jade platform, took out a Yaoqin from the Najie, and slowly sat on the futon: "I came to Dayu, and I learned a new word, but I always I don't understand it!"

"I wonder if everyone Xiao can answer one or two questions."

Xiao Xueqing also came to a jade platform, took out a Yaoqin, sat down and said with red lips: "But it's okay to say!"

Chapter 110 Seven: The Way of the Piano

"The word is—Fantasy and Snowy Moon!"

Yunqin said softly, put her plain hand on the Yaoqin, and gently plucked the strings.

ding dong -- ding dong --

The melodious and melodious sound came out, and the beautiful notes lingered in the lake water, arousing ripples.

The sound of the piano lingers and penetrates into the depths of everyone's hearts, as if asking what is romantic.

[The wind is the light movement of lotus steps, and the flowers are the delicate and beautiful cinnabar between the eyebrows. 】

[Snow is a peerless youth in plain clothes and light gauze, and the moon is always there to convey love and affection. 】

There is emotion in the song, and words in the emotion. As the sound of the piano came, a woman appeared in everyone's minds, like a breeze, coming slowly and fragrantly.

There is light cinnabar between her brows, and she is dressed in snow-white plain clothes, which is as beautiful as poetry and picturesque.

But it was such a young woman who stared blankly at the bright moon, with longing in her eyes, which made people's heart throbbing.

Fenghuaxueyue, this is Yunqin's own question and answer.

A great Confucian scholar from the Imperial College praised: "This woman has achieved a lot in the art of piano, and she already has her own unique meaning."

A melody of the piano can resonate with everyone and draw people's souls into it, which is enough to see how amazing his piano skills are.

"Yunqin is good at playing the piano, but why not Wanxi?"

Liu Hong and Yang Yu showed a smile, and their eyes fell on the gentle and beautiful figure.

They knew that no matter who played the Qin Dao Yunyi mission, the final result was already doomed.

It's because Xiao Xueqing entered Taoism with the qin.

"Miss Yun asked what is Feng Hua Xue Yue!"

"The answer I gave is - piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

As they thought, Xiao Xueqing had a gentle smile on her gentle and beautiful face, and her slender fingers also plucked the strings of the piano.

ding dong -- ding dong --

The sound of the piano is like an orchid in an empty valley, elegant and graceful, and like gurgling water, clear and sweet, and it turns into colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers.

[Qin is hard to find a bosom friend in high mountains and flowing water, chess is criss-crossing and life and death are hard to guess. 】

[The book is slowly coming for thousands of years, and the painting is a scroll of beautiful mountains and rivers. 】

Almost at the same time, the same four pictures of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting appeared in everyone's minds. The elegance of the piano, the ingenuity of the chess, the long history of the book, and the grandeur of the painting all depict the landscape of the rhyme of the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the way is full of elegance clear autumn.

Coupled with the current four discussions, it is simply Huaqing's finishing touch.

"Fantasy, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

"It's also a self-questioning question, but Sister Xueqing's is more suitable for the situation."

Lu Ran thought to himself, and at the same time, he had a deeper understanding of Xiao Xueqing's talent.

"I wonder if everyone Xiao can explain to me again, what is plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum?"

But at this moment, Yunqin's expression was still as calm as water, her fingertips continued to pluck the strings, and the rhyme in the piano changed.

ding dong -- ding dong --

[Mei is Ling Shuang, Aoxue, looking at the shadow and pitying herself, and Lan is Kong Guhui, with a delicate fragrance and a peaceful heart. 】

[Bamboo is perseverant and precarious, and chrysanthemum is indifferent to the world. 】

The same four characters, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, all depict the charm of the four gentlemen with the sound of the piano.

The proud snow of plum plum is lingering, the empty valley of orchid is quiet and peaceful, the calm and tenacious of bamboo, and the leisurely and undisputed of chrysanthemum.

In the ups and downs of the piano, from plum to chrysanthemum, the pictures are transformed one after another, standing very clearly in front of your eyes.

"Miss Yun asked plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, then I will answer with pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

In this regard, Xiao Xueqing's beautiful eyes were full of autumn light, and her light-white jade fingers plucked the strings. The sound of the piano changed from low to high, and the rhyme was no longer graceful, but became clear and magnificent.

ding dong -- ding dong --

[The pen is the inscription on the mountains and rivers, and the ink is tears staining the blue and green. 】

[Paper is pure white and flawless, let you add color, inkstone is the prosperity of the prosperous age. 】

This song of pen, ink, paper and inkstone not only corresponds to the plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, but also brings people to the country, exaggerating the prosperity of the age.

Compared with the previous three theories, the theory of Qin Dao is more calm and easy-going.

But the reason contained in it is hidden in the details, continuous and continuous, if you hesitate a little, you will lose!

"I lost!"

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the piano stopped, Yunqin bowed with a gloomy expression, picked up Yaoqin and turned to leave.

She has been preparing for this time on the Dao of the Qin for an unknown amount of time.

But what about Xiao Xueqing?

The other party gave an accurate and relative answer in just an instant.

"Good good!"

"Incomparably talented, stunningly stunning, she really deserves to be the number one talented woman in Shengjing."

"The Imperial College has Li Mubai, and the White Deer Academy has Xiao Xueqing. It's my great fortune..."

The field suddenly boiled, and the noise continued.

Especially the many talented ladies, all of them covered their faces and smiled, with joy from their hearts!

"The four discussions are over!"

"The process is wonderful, and the knowledge of Dayu's talented men and women really opened my eyes!"

At this moment, in the Yunyi Mission, Yunyi came out with a smile on his face, first praised Dayu, and then continued: "There are four discussions, Dayu wins two, and Yunyi wins two." The field is already a draw!"

"It's just that there are winners and losers in everything, how about adding another game?"

He looked at the bluestone viewing platform above the clouds.

There was a pair of majestic eyes rippling with golden light looking down: "What about the second prince in the fifth scene?"

Meeting those eyes, Yunyi pondered for a while, then said with a smile, "It was a fluke that I, Yunyi, won the previous two rounds."

"If we continue to talk about poetry and poetry, just relying on Li Mubai from Guozijian and Xiao Xueqing from Bailu Academy, Dayu is already invincible."

"How about this, I have a problem, as long as everyone in the field can solve it, it will be considered Dayu's victory, otherwise Yunyi will win!"

"Of course, this difficult problem can be solved, and it will not be deliberately made difficult."

What he said was well-founded, unobtrusive, and very natural.

Most importantly, he took the initiative in his own hands.

But right now, Guanyue Tower has gathered countless people from Dayu, as well as officials from the DPRK and China, as well as various forces. If it should not be done, rumors of cowardice may spread.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and the prince's voice came from the cloud-shrouded viewing platform: "It's up to you!"

Hearing this, the smile on Yunyi's face became even bigger, and he revealed his own problem: "This problem is actually very simple. If you are below the Emperor's Realm, if you don't use magic weapons, no matter who it is, as long as you can break through his magic appearance, you will be able to use it." It's a big Yu win!"

"he?"

Everyone was a little puzzled as to who he was.

The next moment, when their eyes fell on the center of the square, they saw a figure in cassock appeared there at some point.

"The poor monk reads nothing, Amitabha!"

The figure uttered the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's light lingered around him, looking extremely solemn.

Lu Ran frowned: "People from Buddhism?"

He didn't know much about Buddhism, he only knew that because of his words, De Fan Jingyi had an epiphany, and after returning to the West Desert Pure Land, the Buddhism was completely split.

Chapter 110 Eight Fudo Myoko

Staring at the figure in the center of the square, whether it was the Imperial Academy, Bailu Academy, or many forces in the field, they all frowned.

The dharma phase is different from the dharma, heaven and earth in the realm of conferring a king, and it is unique to Buddhism.

It is rumored that there are nine great Dharma appearances in the Buddhist holy land Ximo Pure Land, and everyone who can cultivate Dharma appearances is all extremely profound in Dharma and understanding.

Right now, since the second prince Yunyi can reveal the dharma appearance, it is impossible to cheat, but no one knows what kind of dharma appearance Niankong can cultivate.

Yunyi stood in front of the viewing platform, glanced at everyone in the stage, and showed a smile: "Everyone can try it, no matter who it is, as long as they break through the Dharma image of Zen Master Niankong, they will be considered a winner!"

"How about letting me try?"

As soon as the words fell, a handsome man dressed in Confucian robes, with a long sword on his waist, and long hair reaching to his waist walked out of the Guozijian. He had an indescribably elegant and easy-going feeling.

"It's the sword scholar!"

"He came out of retreat?"

"There's a good show to watch now."

Everyone was so excited that they couldn't help discussing.

Jian Shusheng, who practiced Haoran Kendo, has both the elegance of Confucianism and the sharpness of a sword, so he is called Jian Shusheng.

Jian Scholar smiled elegantly, and cupped his hands in a bow: "Ge Ru, I come from the Imperial College, please enlighten me!"

"Amitabha, little monk, Niankong!"

Niankong said the Buddha's name, sat cross-legged on the bluestone floor like this, closed his eyes, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

【If you want to obtain the pure land, you should purify your heart, follow the purity of your heart, that is the pure Buddhaland...】

"It's so arrogant, to be so ignorant of Jian Shusheng?"

Seeing Niankong sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes, many spectators scolded him with angry faces.

"No, you see?"

Suddenly, a person's eyes widened, and when he realized something was wrong, he blurted out.

I saw where Niankong was, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and the Sanskrit sound shrouded him, making him look extremely solemn.

"I'm sorry!"

Ge Ru didn't say any more, and the sword from his waist flitted out, floating in front of his eyes.

As the long hair fluttered, he stretched out his hand to hold it, chopped it down with a sword, and the breeze blew past.

Everyone only saw a sword glow shining in the center of the square, and the sword intent of the breeze was like a bamboo leaf falling, directly attacking Niankong.

Facing this scene, Niankong still sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, the Sanskrit sound lingered, and the center of his brows was covered with green lacquer, instantly spreading all over his body.

In the next moment, the Buddha's radiance flourished, and a statue of hundreds of feet appeared.

Faxiang and Niankong clasped their hands together like Niankong, with six flowers on the top, one knot and five knots hanging down to the chest, and the Buddha flame behind him ignited like a Garuda, and a thick and oppressive pressure like a mountain swept across the surrounding space. Distortion appeared, and even the wind stood still.