The people in Wen Palace went crazy, and the people in Hongye Academy naturally refused to lag behind. So the two parties started a fierce spat in the small inn.
"You Hongye Academy people have defeated us in any communication competition, and now you still have the face to appear in front of us. Don't you know what it means to be embarrassed?!"
"You people in the Wen Palace don't have much ability. They are all sick chickens. You still want to go to the border to practice. I advise you to go back as soon as possible!"
"Red Leaf Academy garbage!"
"Wen Gong sick chicken!"
"Rubbish!"
"Sick chicken!"
"..."
…
Seeing the two sides engaged in a fierce war of words, and only saying a few words back and forth, Su Ping'an was speechless for a moment, "I know that noisy, if noisy is useful, why do you still need to practice? It's really...a bunch of weak chickens!"
Later, students from both sides realized that arguing could not solve any problem except spitting on each other, so they soon came up with other solutions.
"Let's have a duel between us literary cultivators. We will decide who owns the room based on our strength. Do you dare?" The leading student on the other side is a young man in his mid-twenties. He has an ordinary appearance, but his momentum and arrogance are...
Not vulgar.
"Hey... this guy seems to be a strong literary master!" Su Ping'an stared at the other party for a while, vaguely aware of the other party's strength.
Before Wen Liang could say anything in Wen Palace, Feng Shaoyang couldn't help it anymore.
In this guy's mind, there is no such thing as giving in, so he immediately responded: "Competition, chess, calligraphy and painting... it's up to you to choose!"
"Okay, I have the guts!"
The two sides finally made a decision. Since there were only three rooms left in the inn, they would decide the ownership of the rooms through three competitions.
Whoever wins a game will get a room, fair and square.
Because calligraphy competitions usually take several days, this competition will only involve playing three levels of piano, chess, and painting. In this way, Wen Liang and Feng Shaoyang are excluded.
Seeing this, Su Ping'an couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, "The two strongest ones were eliminated directly. The remaining ones are either not strong enough, or they are a group of guys who are still seasick and have fever. You are too embarrassed to be in such a state.
Competing with others? Isn’t this asking for death?”
Su Pingan has no hope for this duel.
But Feng Shaoyang and the others obviously didn't think so.
Hearing that there was going to be a literary showdown in the inn, the small inn was quickly filled with a large group of people watching the fun.
"The next competition will be between the three of you. This competition concerns the reputation and face of our Wen Palace, so we must not lose. Do you understand?!"
After a brief discussion, Feng Shaoyang finally selected three people to represent Wen Gong in the competition with the people from Hongye College.
Su Pingan knew two of these three people.
Zhou Xiucai from Qindao is an old acquaintance. This guy’s Qindao strength is hard to say, but unfortunately, this guy has also been seasick before, so it’s hard to say how much strength he can bring out in this competition.
Naturally, Meng Erhu's chess skill is that of Meng Erhu. Even Su Pingan is impressed by this guy's strength in Go. But unfortunately, this guy is also seasick, and he is one of the people who is the most sick. Therefore, Su Pingan is very interested in this guy.
The field test is not promising either.
The one who competed in Hua Dao was an unknown guy, but Su Ping'an vaguely remembered that he had met this person when he challenged the Wen Gong Hua Dao branch, but because he was focused on Bai Qianxue and Bai Qianxue at that time,
It was on Xiyinting, so I didn’t pay much attention to it.
But to be selected by Feng Shaoyang, I think this person should be pretty good in painting, and he is rare among the three people who don't get seasick, so his chance of winning is currently the one with the greatest chance.
"Come on, kill them directly!"
"Hongye Academy must win!"
"Wen Gong is invincible!"
After a lot of encouragement from students from both sides, the three contestants from both sides all stood up.
In order not to waste time, this time the competition is held in three games at the same time.
The competition then began.
The opponent of Zhou Xiucai in Qindao is a woman. She has a beautiful appearance, graceful temperament, and her aura is not weak, and her cultivation level seems to be not low either.
The competition between the two is to play at the same time, and then divide into two fronts, left and right, and then the surrounding spectators will be responsible for the evaluation. In the end, who plays better, then the spectators only need to stand on whose side.
Whichever side has the most people will determine the winner.
Zhou Xiucai did not hesitate and took out his family heirloom, Chunlei Guqin.
This guqin was still in the hands of the third son of the Xi family, but after the bet, the third son of the Xi family returned the Chunlei Guqin to Zhou Xiucai. With such a Wenzong-level cultural treasure to help him, Zhou Xiucai, who was already outstanding in strength,
It was like adding more power to a tiger, and the eyes of many onlookers and students were now focused on him.
Zhou Xiucai then played the piano, and the sound of the piano gradually began to sound, like gurgling spring water, clear and sweet, which made people's eyes light up. Then his technique gradually began to speed up, because he was playing a more virtuosic piano score, so
It gives people the feeling of watching the storm, thunder and lightning.
On the other hand, the female literary cultivator from Hongye Academy played pure appreciation music. The music was more melodious and graceful, which was just another type of music compared to Zhou Xiucai's music.
One was fast and the other was slow, one was strong and the other was soft. It was hard to compete with each other for a while.
Let’s look at another competition.
Meng Erhu guessed the first move with the opponent, and then got the black chess move. He followed his usual chess playing style and was very aggressive when he came up. He started fighting with the enemy directly in the corner, and the situation was not bad.
They all maintained their advantages, and the situation was very gratifying.
"Senior Brother Meng, this situation is stable!"
"That's right, Erhu's strength was already top-notch, and now that he has the upper hand and maintained his advantage, there is no need to worry about this round!"
"As expected, he is the number one person in our Wen Gong Qi Academy!"
When all the students in the Wen Palace saw Meng Erhu's fighting situation, they immediately cheered. Even Wen Liang nodded silently, thinking that there should be no problem with Meng Erhu's game.
Then there is the painting path.
The students of Hua Dao competed with Hongye in speed painting, which required the basic skills and strength of Hua Dao.
I saw that Wen Gong's students used ink painting. After grasping the brush, they used various techniques, such as lifting, tracing, hooking, and splashing... It can be seen that his basic skills in ink painting are very solid, and his techniques are also somewhat powerful.
When the students around him saw his complicated tricks, they burst into applause, and their praises became louder and louder. But in Su Pingan's eyes, they silently shook their heads, and then whispered
One sentence, "It's so fancy. Is this a painting competition or an acrobatics competition? It's really...it's a pity that I was so optimistic about him before, but it was all in vain."
On the other hand, Fumiya's opponent, the painter from Hongye Academy, didn't care what outsiders said, he just kept focusing on his own painting. His technique was steady and powerful, his painting levels were orderly, and there was no panic at all.
Just looking at the mentality, the opponent has already won.
This made Su Ping'an even less optimistic about Wen Gong and his group, "It seems that I still have to prepare in advance, otherwise I might end up sleeping on the streets tonight."
