The talent selection venue was set up in the west of the city. A specially built high platform was used for performing performances. Originally, the imperial envoy's seat was placed on a three-story pavilion not far away, where he could have a bird's-eye view of the entire venue without being disturbed by the people. However, Ren Xiaoxuan a few days ago
When she came to 'inspect', she thought it was too far to see clearly, so she insisted on moving her seat to a high platform. She was an imperial envoy, so she did whatever she said. No one dared not to listen...
When the time came, Her Royal Highness the Princess had "recovered" and she, together with the Qingyang Prefect and the city officials, took their seats on the stage. First, the accompanying eunuchs loudly announced the imperial edict, then asked the prefect to encourage the contestants, and finally the officials announced the rules.
, talked one after another for more than half an hour, finally a gong shook the high platform, and the grand event officially began, and the 'contestants' took the stage to perform their skills to the imperial envoy.
Song Yang was still very early before going on stage. He got up early in the morning and joined the crowd with two companions to watch the excitement.
The first few people to come to power were all samurai without exception. It was decided not to select samurai for this 'selection of talents', but it was not stated clearly in the edict to the world. Otherwise, it would offend all the martial arts practitioners in the country, so there are still
A large number of martial arts practitioners arrived, including the silk-shirted young master who had fought with Song Yang earlier.
On the ring, swords and guns were waved, and fists and kicks were used. Although the fight was lively, in Song Yang's opinion, there was nothing outstanding about it. On the contrary, the imperial envoy was so excited that he wished he could get off the stage and spar with others... Until more than ten people came on stage.
Finally, she is no longer a warrior, but a beautiful woman with luxurious clothes and dignified appearance.
As early as when registering, everyone wrote down their specialties. The beautiful woman came on stage, and a servant sang: "Cen Diehong, from Hongyi Town, Qingyang Prefecture, thirty-one years old, performing...man, man."
The clerk didn't pay attention to read the script beforehand. When he sang the word "man", he hesitated for a moment. When the song ended, there was a roar in the audience, and the people watching the excitement talked about it. Cen Die
Hong Lianqian saluted and paid homage to the imperial envoy and all the adults on the stage. Ren Xiaoqian was very curious and waved his hand: "Excuse me, what happened to your 'man, man'?"
Cen Diehong responded respectfully: "A man is a man, and the skills of civilian women are these two words. There is nothing special about them. What civilian women are good at is one is the mouth, and the other is the hands."
As she spoke, she took out a banana that had been prepared in advance, smiled at everyone, and took the banana into her mouth without peeling it. Then her cheeks squirmed slightly, obviously her tongue was very busy. When the banana left her mouth a moment later,
The banana peel has been peeled into four parts, revealing the white and tender flesh.
How could Ren Xiaoqiao understand this? His eyes widened in surprise and he exclaimed: "The tongue is so flexible."
At this time, the beautiful woman had already put the second banana into her mouth, but she still didn't peel it. She sucked hard, and with a soft "pop" sound, the banana flesh was squeezed out of the skin, shocking everyone again.
Xiao Da Le was about to ask her to continue her performance. A female guard behind her couldn't stand it. She leaned over and reminded her in a low voice: "Princess, the obscene skills she played in serving men are too, too, too much to be seen."
thing."
Ren Xiaoqian suddenly realized this, and his face immediately turned into an apple.
Just when Cen Diehong took out the third banana, the prefect shouted angrily: "Kick her out!" At the same time, he winked at the followers behind him, who understood that the prefect was going to 'night trial'
Cen Diehong nodded and turned around.
Cen Diehong only knows how to select talents and enter the palace to meet the saints. According to her idea, if she has the opportunity to enter the capital, she will have the opportunity to serve real adults, even if she helps the adults train their concubines. But she does not know about Nanli's selection of talents.
The purpose is to participate in the "First Grade" competition in the Yan Kingdom. If she really goes to the Yan Kingdom to perform her "men's expertise", Nanli, from the emperor to the ministers, will all die in a headlong collision.
Many of the people in the audience were already frowning and cursing, but more people were holding their stomachs and laughing like Song Yang. Qin Zhui was also laughing, thinking about turning around to find out where Hongyi Town was, and so on.
If you have some free time, you might as well go shopping.
Cen Diehong was driven away, and others came on stage. There were many martial artists behind them, but other skills gradually increased, including singing, dancing, juggling, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Countless people take turns to perform, each with their own splendor, often attracting sky-high applause. The atmosphere is really lively. If it is treated as a lively event, it looks good, but if it is taken a step higher, from the level of 'selection of talents'
It’s really not interesting to watch this grand event.
Those who practice martial arts don't have to think about it. As for the others, although their skills are strong, they are still far from being able to represent Nanli and convince other countries. At the end of the day, nearly 400 people took the stage, but no one was able to pass the test.
The situation got even worse on the second day. At least most of the people who performed on the previous day had some real talents, but these people on stage today seemed to have been agreed in advance. They were all "wonders" with incredible confidence.
, the singing voice is broken and the dance is clumsy, but he still thinks that his performance is only for heaven... Song Yang watched the talent show in 'A Thousand Years Later' and had already guessed that there would be such a situation, but the people of Nanli had never seen anything like this.
During the battle, everyone was laughing until tears burst into tears. Ren Xiaohua also completely forgot about his duties. He laughed until his feet were on his back behind the princess curtain. She didn't want to see any serious skills. She just hoped that there would be more 'crazy people'...
The next day, more than 600 people took the stage one after another. One-third of them were "wonders" who overestimated their abilities. The others did not perform very well, and still failed to surpass one person.
But on this day, a couple on stage caught Song Yang's attention. After the show was over, Song Yang deliberately found them.
The couple are both about forty years old. The husband’s surname is Qu and he is strong, while the wife is a short and fat woman. Both of them are singers from the mountain countryside. From their voices to their singing styles, they have a rough and bold style. But Nanli
Influenced by the Jiangnan tune of Yan State, from the court to the folk, the music was mainly soft and graceful. The singing skills of the Qu couple were not good at all and it was difficult to be selected.
Seeing Song Yang calling for him, the man surnamed Qu was a little surprised: "What's the matter, little brother?"
Song Yang first reported his name and complimented the two on their singing skills. Then he turned to the topic and asked them if they could compose music.
A man named Qu replied: "Mountain tunes are not as formal as composing music. Sometimes I pick up the tune according to the words, and sometimes I have a tune in my heart and make up the lyrics casually. In short, it is not an individual system. But just follow your heart.
It’s normal to make up a tune casually.”
Song Yang looked overjoyed: "I have a verse here, and I would like to ask Uncle Qu to set it to a tune. It would be best if I could ask you to sing it, and please rest assured about the remuneration..."
Uncle Qu smiled and said, "Brother, you don't have to be so polite. We both naturally like to sing. We can hum a tune casually and talk about how to get paid."
Song Yang said a few more polite words. The girl Xiao Qi who had been following them these past few days was a well-behaved person, so she found a pen and paper while talking. Song Yang wrote down the lyrics, and Uncle Qu took them and read them softly: Don't you see me?
, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns; if you don’t see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns into snow in the evening... Just after reading two sentences, Uncle Qu’s expression changed, and he turned to his wife
Shouting: "Old lady, give me some money, I'm going to have a drink with my little brother!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Song Yang: "This word... I have to drink alcohol to sing it!"
There will still be wine.
Dr. You's favorite song during his lifetime was the song "The Wine Will Be Entered" before he died.
Song Yang's idea was very simple. The heroic singing style of the folk singers in the countryside just matched the good lyrics. He wanted to set a tune and learn this song. Sooner or later, he would find the burial place of Dr. You.
At that time, in front of the grave, even though the yin and yang are separated, Song Yang will still sing "I will enter the wine" to You Li again.
Unable to get Uncle Qu to spend money, Song Yang roped in the couple, Qin Zhui, Er Sha and the poor girl Xiao Qi, and found a small restaurant in the city.
The mountain people were addicted to alcohol, Qin Zhui had a lot of alcohol, and Song Yang was worried... The small wine jars with half a catty were emptied one by one, and in the end they lost count. What surprised Song Yang was that among the group, the one with the best drinking capacity was actually
Girl Xiao Qi.
When he was drunk, Uncle Qu finally picked up his bamboo chopsticks, knocked on the empty altar and sang loudly:
Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return?
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talent that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.
If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cows, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
When you are about to drink, don't stop drinking. The singing is rough and wild, but there is no sadness, only pride.
Just like Dr. You during the final battle, there was no sadness, only pride.
Song Yang got drunk for the first time in his new life and burst into tears.