I saw Zhao Wuyou closing his eyes and gently plucking his fingers on the strings. He looked clumsy and looked like a novice.
The second time, the third time.
Suddenly, his fingers flew, leaving afterimages on the strings. The sound of the piano changed from childish to a sonorous and powerful roar. The afterimages flew around, creating a desolate and majestic frontier fortress poem.
Everyone is immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.
With the last stroke, Zhao Wuyou pressed his palm against the strings again, opened his eyes and asked with a smile:
"Am I playing well?"
Qinnu didn't say anything, but her surprised and self-deprecating expression made Zhao Wuyou know that he had won.
"Go or chess?" The chess girl looked at Zhao Wuyou and asked with disdain.
"Which one are you best at?"
"Go." The chess girl was disdainful. She thought Zhao Wuyou wanted to compare her weaknesses, so she put a chess board on the table.
"Well, I'll play Go with you." Zhao Wuyou said with a smile.
The onlookers were all dumbfounded. They knew the strength of the chess girl very well. There were very few people who could pass her in Go. Now Zhao Wuyou dared to challenge her strengths. I don't know whether it was because of overconfidence or strategizing.
Zhao Wuyou held the white piece in his hand and was arranging the pieces in the corner with a smile. He didn't seem to care about the chess girl's layout at all. Instead, the two of them seemed to be playing for each other.
"This boy is really young. Although he is good at playing the piano, he is like a beginner in playing chess. He only works on one side but ignores the overall situation."
"If you don't take fifty steps, this boy will lose."
Amid everyone's disapproval, Zhao Wuyou played chess faster and faster, not giving the chess girl any time to react. It seemed that he could already predict where the chess girl would play next.
"At fifty moves, the chess girl's advantage is lost."
"At seventy moves, the chess game has been decided."
"At eighty moves, the chess girl has no strength to play anymore."
"Sorry, I won." After Zhao Wuyou said that, he walked to another challenge position, looked at the gentle scholar beside him, and asked with a smile: "How should we compete?"
"Write a poem and let everyone comment on whose calligraphy is better."
Zhao Wuyou nodded and said with a smile:
"You come first."
The scholar nodded, holding the white jade pen tightly in her white palm, lightly dipping it in the ink, and wrote a sour poem by a well-known poet in the Fengming Empire on the snow-white rice paper.
The free calligraphy was praised by everyone, and Zhao Wuyou, as the first person to reach the third level, also attracted everyone's attention.
"Boy, if you have the ability, write this poem again and compete with the scholar girl to see who writes better."
"Yes, we all want to see how good your calligraphy is."
While everyone was making a fuss, those who were playing games upstairs also came out. They also wanted to see if Zhao Wuyou could break the level of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and finally meet the thrush girl.
"Do you deserve me to write such a sour poem?" Zhao Wuyou took the pen handed over by the scholar and gently brushed it on her hand without leaving any trace. The latter seemed to have been electrocuted and hurriedly
Withdraw your hand.
Zhao Wuyou dipped in ink, looked at it on the white rice paper, then splashed ink, and a poem was written in one swipe. The font was unusually handsome, the words were strong and smooth, strict and orderly, yet elegant.
"Good calligraphy and good poetry," a well-educated man praised with his hands.
"The exquisite dice and the red beans make me miss you so much. How come I have never heard of such a good poem?" a young man said angrily.
"Could this poem be composed by the young master himself?" the scholar asked with a blushing face.
"Hey, scholar girl, I have changed my mind now. That's it for now. I want to have a drink and talk with you, okay?" Zhao Wuyou deliberately teased the shy scholar.
The scholar girl hadn't spoken yet, but the painting girl beside her was not happy. She frowned and said:
"The rules set by my young lady are that if you break through a barrier, you must fight to the end. If you give up, fine, chop off one of your fingers."
"My hands are so beautiful, wouldn't it be weird if one of them was missing?" Zhao Wuyou smiled at the scholar and walked towards the painter.
"How do we compare?"
"Each draw a picture, of characters, flowers or birds. Whoever draws the best will win." The painter said with great confidence.
"Okay, then according to the rules, if you are ugly, you draw first." Zhao Wuyou said with a smile.
The latter clenched her fists and looked at Zhao Wuyou angrily. Obviously, no woman would allow a man to call her ugly, even if she was indeed inferior to this man in appearance.
The painting girl rolled her eyes at Zhao Wuyou, then lowered her head and began to paint. She held one pen after another in her hand and used colorful paints.
On the rice paper, a rather spectacular and realistic landscape painting slowly emerged.
This mountain, this water, this person, even among the famous paintings of Zhao Wuyou in later generations, it is difficult to see such good works.
"You are indeed good at painting. You are experienced in brushwork and can use various techniques freely. You have obviously been practicing since childhood and have been guided by famous artists. Landscape painting seems to be your best field, right?" Zhao Wuyou smiled and looked at the painter.
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The latter's face was expressionless, but he did not deny it. He just pushed the brush towards Zhao Wuyou.
"Okay, little sister, today I will teach you what real painting is."
After Zhao Wuyou said that, he directly poured a cup of ink onto the rice paper today, dipped his finger in the ink, and used his finger as a pen to trace on the paper with his ten fingers.
Everyone onlookers were shocked. This kind of technique was unheard of and unseen. It is not difficult to paint with one stroke. What is difficult is to use ten fingers to move the ink. It also needs to be thorough. In terms of technique and innovation alone, the painter has already lost.
In a moment, Zhao Wuyou had completed the painting. Everyone came forward and saw landscape paintings with slightly darker ink. Although they were unconventional and elegant enough, they could not really defeat the painting girl.
Zhao Wuyou wiped his hands with a handkerchief, raised his wine bottle and took a big sip. While everyone was still watching, he raised his head and spit out the sip of wine.
"puff"
The long and lingering wine mist finally fell on the rice paper. The onlookers watched the wine mist fall. The originally slightly thick ink marks faded instantly, and the fragrance of aged wine was added to the free and elegant landscape painting.
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"Girl Painting Girl, who will win between you and me?" Zhao Wuyou smiled and looked at the unwilling Painting Girl in front of him.
"This... you ask everyone to judge who of us is the better painter. You just used some strange skills." The painter said without admitting defeat.
The people who had been watching from the beginning also expressed their opinions.
"I think the painting of girls is good. The painting style is magnificent and elegant. It is a work by a famous artist."
"It's this little brother who is so good at painting. He paints with his fingers, and he can paint so well. His painting style is bold and bold, which is how landscape painting should be."
“………….”
Just as everyone was arguing, the bell above their heads suddenly rang.
"Ding Lingling......"
Zhao Wuyou looked along the bell, and saw a slender white hand gently shaking the rope tied to the bell on the top floor.
Then, a pretty face slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
"I'm going to die, how can there be such a beautiful woman in the world?" Even though Zhao Wuyou is used to seeing life and death, and has seen countless women, he has never seen such a beautiful and touching woman.
Even her careless frown could charm anyone. At this moment, Zhao Wuyou made up his mind to make this woman in front of him his own for the rest of his life.
After being briefly absent-minded, Zhao Wuyou saw the beautiful woman's starry eyes looking at him curiously.
"Girl Thrush, am I qualified to see you now?"
"If you have the ability, just bring this one up." A clear and melodious voice sounded, and when the voice fell, the beauty who had just fascinated countless talents also disappeared.
The "Ding Lingling" bell was still coming to mind, but Zhao Wuyou had a dark face. How could such a rope, which was only as thick as a hairpin, be able to restrain him.
Everyone in the audience burst into laughter and said:
"Obviously, Miss Thrush doesn't want you to come up."
"It was worth it to see her once today."
Under the attention of everyone, Zhao Wuyou called the feminine man to explain a few words.
Immediately afterwards, tables of the Eight Immortals were placed under the bell ropes.
Zhao Wuyou suddenly crossed over to the table, holding the thread holding the bell in his hand.
"Add." Zhao Wuyou gave an order, and the Eight Immortals tables were added layer by layer. He also stepped on the tables one by one. Nineteen tables were stacked on top of each other. Zhao Wuyou also saw that the door on the top floor was ajar.
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"It seems that this woman still wants me to come up." Zhao Wuyou was greatly encouraged and jumped up and flew into the corridor on the top floor.
He stood outside the door and knocked lightly on the red door.
"Girl Thrush, I'm coming in..." This chapter has been completed!