"These people are so awesome. Look at the young man who plays the piano. He plays the piano better than the girls in Chunxiangyuan here... Oh my, has his voice broken? Has his voice broken?"
"I think they should be literary students from some big places. They are rushing to the border to support them and pass by us on the way to do some repairs."
"Brother, how did you know?"
"Is it difficult to guess? Our place is close to Tiemen Pass. In previous years, we would see some literary cultivators going to the border pass for training. Is there anything strange about this?"
"So this is ah……"
…
Inside the inn, there were more and more people watching, including some literary cultivators, but the literary cultivators here were far behind.
Let’s look at the competition between courts.
As the fight progresses, not only is the physical strength exhausted, but the mental exhaustion is even more terrible.
The students of the Wen Palace had traveled long distances and were in poor condition due to seasickness. They could barely hold on at first, but as the competition lasted longer, their condition gradually began to unsustainable.
While Zhou Xiucai was playing the piano, his fingers were no longer as stable as before. Up to now, there had been two mistakes in the middle of the playing. It was not obvious that he played the wrong note once, but the 'collapse' just now was too disturbing.
It felt unexpected, as if I suddenly touched a rock while sailing.
Although many people in the inn were ordinary people, they also heard the surprise in his playing. They couldn't help but shake their heads, and then a large part of the guests immediately turned to Hongye Academy.
This made Feng Shaoyang and Wen Liang's faces darken and look a little ugly.
Feng Shaoyang: "It seems that Qindao is no longer possible this time."
Wen Liang said: "You can't blame Junior Brother Zhou. He was already seasick and was traveling all the way. Now he has tried his best."
The two people's eyes then turned to the next competition, which was Meng Erhu's chess competition.
At this time, more than half of the chessboard was covered with chess pieces. Meng Erhu still maintained a slight advantage, but his forehead was covered with sweat, his face was extremely pale, and he seemed to be in a bad condition.
Su Pingan didn't know where he went just now. He was holding an apple in his hand and chewing it. He walked over casually and asked Bai Hao and Luo Feng: "How is it? Is the competition over?"
"Hey, where were you just now?" Bai Hao asked.
"I had nothing to do, so I went for a walk outside to take a breath."
"Now is the critical moment of the competition. Are you still in the mood to breathe?"
"There's nothing to worry about. Meng Erhu and the others can't win anyway. It's a waste of time to compete here."
"Uh...how can you be so sure that we will lose?"
"No need to ask, of course I saw it with my eyes. Look at their current state. Do they still have hope of winning?!"
Bai Hao and Luo Feng were speechless.
Just as Su Ping'an said, although Meng Erhu still has a slight advantage, the chess game is almost at its final stage, and the last moment is generally more important. If you are not careful, it is very likely that the previous one will be destroyed.
The slightest advantage he had was ruined, resulting in all previous efforts being wasted and everything lost.
But at this time, Meng Erhu was in such a state that even an ordinary person could tell that something was wrong with him.
"Senior Brother Meng, hold on. At the final moment, persistence is victory!"
"You must hold still, Junior Brother Meng!"
"Can't lose!"
The surrounding Wen Gong students seemed to be afraid that Meng Erhu would relax at the last moment, so they cheered up nearby.
Seeing this scene, Su Ping'an shook his head even more disappointedly, "To cheer him up at such a tense time, wouldn't it be a disguised increase in pressure?"
This time he was even less optimistic.
When Bai Hao and Luo Feng heard what he said, they could no longer hide the worry on their faces.
"Drawing competition, Hongye Academy wins!"
Just when everyone's eyes were still on Meng Erhu, suddenly the results of the last painting competition had begun to be announced.
"What, the painting competition is over?"
"we lose?"
"How could this happen?!"
The people in Wen Palace were suddenly shocked.
Then everyone looked back and saw the student from the Hua Dao branch, who was standing dejectedly on the side, somewhat shameless to face his fellow students, lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry, I lost!"
Everyone was stunned.
Then everyone looked at the paintings on both sides and saw that in the speed drawing competition just now, the students on the Wen Palace side painted the beautiful scenery they had seen on the empty boat. The ink painting style was well rendered and quite unique.
A different mood.
But it was such an outstanding painting that he lost to the opponent in the end.
The painting at Hongye Academy is a picture of a beast. The painting is not only stylish, but also magical. It makes people look through the paper and seem to see a lifelike beast on the scroll. It is simply magical.
Skills.
Seeing the final result, even Bai Hao couldn't help but sigh, "The painting and literary cultivator on the other side is so powerful that he can even rival my sister's painting skills!"
"Indeed, the painting and literary cultivator on the other side is a master, and I'm afraid he is also a literary master!"
Luo Feng was influenced by the old Marquis Luo Lie, and his eyesight is somewhat clear, so his judgment has always been relatively accurate.
Su Ping'an was not surprised, "The strengths are almost the same, but the key is that the painter Wen Gong liked to show off his skills too much, but he didn't know that painting is not playing the piano. Did he think showing off his skills would get extra points? He lost because of concentration.
and subtleties.”
Seeing this result, everyone in the Wen Palace shook their heads, and their morale suddenly dropped even further.
Not long after, Qin Dao and Chess Dao almost stopped one after another.
The final result of the competition, the Qin Dao competition, was that there were only seven or eight people standing on Zhou Xiucai's side, and they all didn't understand Qin Dao; Hongye Academy was so crowded that they completely overwhelmed Wen Gong in terms of number of people, so
Hongye Academy also won the piano competition.
As for chess, Meng Erhu unleashed unimaginable willpower at the last critical moment. With the slightest advantage accumulated in the early stage, he was able to avoid defeat in the end. Of course, he did not win. The final number of both sides
, the two sides draw, a draw.
Needless to say, Hua Dao, Wen Gong lost again, so the final result of this contest between Wen Gong and Hongye Academy... Wen Gong was defeated miserably!
Seeing such an ending, Feng Shaoyang's face was filled with clouds and he clenched his fists. His unwillingness was almost written on his face.
The young student who led the team from Hongye College was called Pei Jinghong. He was also a literary teacher and the leader of their team this time. After seeing the results, he immediately walked out, applauding and saying proudly: "
Wonderful, really wonderful. I didn’t expect that the strength of Wen Gong students is so... vulnerable. Is this still the Wen Gong student I know? Could you be fake, or have you been tricked? The Wen Gong student I know
There is no way a student can be so weak, hahaha..."
"That's right, they must be fake!"
"I guess I just found some random people to pretend to be!"
The people from Hongye Academy joined in the booing, which made the people from Wen Gong look even more ugly.
Feng Shaoyang's violent temper was so intense that he couldn't help shouting: "Asshole, what are you talking about? You're taking advantage here and you're acting like a good boy. Do you want us to have a fight and let you see our true strength?"
!”
Pei Jinghong did not take the bait. He waved his index finger in front of everyone in the Wen Palace and said with a contemptuous expression: "No need, you have already lost. According to the previous agreement, the room should be ours now. If you are smart,
If so, then what you should do most now is to go out and find a place to live as soon as possible instead of continuing to waste time with us here. What do you think?"
Pei Jinghong's eyes finally fell on Wen Liang, because he could tell at a glance that Wen Liang should be the leader of these people, and he was also more mature and steady, and would not be so impulsive.
Wen Liang's face was also very ugly, but as the other party said, the most important thing for them now is not to regain face, but to settle down all the students who are seasick and have fever as soon as possible, so after he struggled for a while, he pressed down.
After feeling the dissatisfaction in his heart, he took the people and prepared to leave.
"Housekeeper, help us check in, the remaining rooms are ours!"
Seeing the ugly expressions on the faces of Wen Liang and his party, Pei Jinghong was extremely proud, and everyone in Hongye Academy also had smiles on their faces.
But just when they were about to get the room cards, the innkeeper replied to them, "I'm sorry, sir, during your competition just now, this handsome young man has already booked the remaining three rooms."
Come down."
"What?!"
Hearing this, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then everyone followed the innkeeper's finger and looked back, and their eyes focused on a handsome and handsome young man.
Su Ping'an saw everyone's gaze, grinned and said: "I'm sorry, the handsome young man he just mentioned is me, handsome and handsome."
