Chen Baiqi used this move of "throwing stones to ask for directions" to successfully break through the encirclement of the soldiers. Next, he still had to fight a tough battle.

All the scholars were "leading the way". They maintained the aloof demeanor of scholars and gave full play to their advantages in their respective "fields". Unexpectedly, in the middle of the process, a party of "power" was inserted that covered everyone's hearing.

They all couldn't help but stop what they were doing and looked subconsciously.

I saw a hazy young man with feathers swayed by the wind phoenix, belatedly arriving, as if he had just come out after being called out for a long time. He was unhurried, neither slow nor hasty, and his hair brushed past his half-concealed crow-colored eyelashes.

, his fingers were as nimble as a dragonfly skimming the water, jumping on a black-glazed pottery Xun. His black hair and light-colored clothes were stained with frost by the wind when he climbed the ladder to the high platform, which was both chic and elegant.

The graceful and smooth black eyebrows are astonishingly handsome and clean.

Everyone was shocked by him for the first time.

Which family of scholars has such demeanor and appearance?

But after looking at it for a long time, they discovered the problem. The only flaw in such a beautiful picture was... his legs.

When he walked, his steps were slow and eccentric. Each step he took was like the joints of dead branches bent by the snow. There was a tight and shocking feeling, which forcibly transformed the look of a "zongzhi handsome and handsome boy".

, raised his wine glass and looked at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind." This scene created a regrettable scar.

It's just strange to say that many people feel that although the picture has a dull and incomplete feeling, her appearance of Yu Yu moving forward in a silent world perfectly matches the simple and desolate sound of the xun, which is sad but not sad.

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Yilefang main room

"It's him--"

Mr. Mengchang's hair spread wildly, his eyes expanded, and the corners of his lips were deeply curved. He grasped the corner of the wooden pillar with one hand and exerted slight pressure with his five fingers, and the piece of wood made a painful groaning sound.

Yuan Ping stood behind Mengchang Jun, looked away, and was moved by it, but soon he came back to his senses. His eyes glanced at Chen Baiqi's injured leg, which was both critical and sharp.

"Is he a cripple?"

Mengchangjun also noticed: "I saw him before and it seemed normal. Could it be that his leg was injured?"

Yuan Ping didn't think so, but when he saw Mengchangjun arguing for him, he knew the current affairs, so he didn't refute.

However, Fan Xin observed carefully for a while, shook his head and said: "It's not a new injury, I'm afraid it's an old disease. Judging from the way he walks, I'm afraid the injury is on the bone."

After listening to Fan Xin's words, Mengchang Jun still stared closely at the boy playing the xun below, but the tight grip on his hands gradually relaxed and he did not speak.

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At the same time, on the other side, a young man from the Juyin family of Zhaicha wore a curtain on his head and a black gauze covering his body, standing against the railing.

He quietly stared at the lame boy below. He didn't care about the boy's appearance or shortcomings, he only focused on the music of his playing.

The attendants around him were not attracted by the young man's appearance, just because he was not as good as his husband's appearance. However, the music played by this young man was quite novel and unique, with such a way of blowing the xun and the melody.

, it’s really… amazing!

"Mr. Lang is not a descendant of the Yin family."

Mr. Yin listened quietly for a long time, then took out a red pottery xun from his arms. He lowered his eyes and sighed, and gently touched the texture and outline of its face with his fingertips: "If it weren't for this kind of occasion, I would be willing to play a song with him.

song……"

The attendant who held the vessel suddenly turned his head and pulled his gaze back from the young man to Lang Jun. He was really surprised in his heart.

willing?

Lang Jun actually used such a hopeful word.

Could it be that he appreciated this young man's happiness so much?!

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Chen Baiqi finally came to the high platform and stopped playing. At this time, the twenty-odd scholars on the high platform finally came to their senses. They saw that the second floor of the pavilion representing the "Future" was empty, but now it was empty.

Many figures appeared because of this young man, and they immediately understood what kind of state they were in. They were suppressing resentment in their hearts, like an angry bull, and they all pointed at Chen Baiqi.

Before, I was "doing my own thing" because I haven't met the same opponent yet!

The first thing that felt humiliated was the music of piano and flute. They suddenly rose up and swept away like autumn leaves.

This qin music is consistent with Xiao music, and the sonorous and rhythmic rhythms show that the people who play the music have extremely high attainments.

Qin Xuan in the audience frowned when he saw that Chen Baiqi had offended everyone as soon as he came on stage, and couldn't help but look at Chen Baiqi worriedly.

Oops! The momentum she just created was defeated by the unsatisfied scholars. I wonder how she will respond next?

If the xun is blown again, a clear spring will be unable to compete with the raging waterfall, and I am afraid it will be difficult to suppress its momentum!

Chen Baiqi didn't know that Jiang Xuan was worried about her in the audience. She saw that all the scholars were in a fierce mood, and she knew that these people were aroused to be competitive. After all, they were all energetic young people in their teens, so how could they allow themselves to be belittled?

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Her eyes were shining and she smiled calmly.

She doesn't necessarily have a competitive spirit, she only has a goal that she must achieve.

In addition, the climbing platform is not a battle arena, and it does not necessarily have to determine the winner in any question. If they are stronger than Le, then she can win in another way.

In the Feng Xiao Luan Guan, a sudden song echoed around the beams. Chen Bai lifted up his sleeves, put down the pottery xun, and "started over again." However, a man sang a cappella: "The green grass in Dongting, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, has no beauty at all..."

Huh?! He actually started singing with the music?!

All the musicians were glaring and bulging their faces, so angry that their orifices were smoking!

Okay! You can sing along with the music, right? We just don’t play such music!

Their hands plucked wildly, the sound of the piano echoed through the jungle, and the trembling sound of the long strings was like the roar of the pine wind.

Ho ho ho——

Chen Baiqi squinted his eyes, deepened the meaning on his lips, immediately changed his tone, and roared in a generous lament: "The thirty thousand hectares of Yujian Qiong's field, only one leaf of my boat!"

Humph! If you change, we will change again!

At this time, a breeze suddenly rose and fell in my ears, and I saw that the original sound of the piano, which was like a violent sea shaking rocks, changed again, and wisps of piano sound came from afar, melodious, and a kind of emotional charm that made people feel soul-stirring.

Chen Baiqi's tone also dropped, and he sighed in a low voice: "The moon shines separately, and the bright river shares its shadow. Both the outside and the inside are clear. I understand it leisurely, and it's hard to tell you the beauty of it."

Damn it! Even if the music tone has changed, the music and lyrics are so fitting and enjoyable! It’s still hard to live with! I’ll fight you!

At this time, the sound of the piano changed again. At this time, they were divided into two groups. One side was both high and low, deep, and the other was tactful but not passionate. This was a complete polarization, and they all came to challenge Chen Bai.

Chen Baiqi waved his left hand, defeating a huge force, and rushing like a waterfall. "Ying Nian Ridge has been standing for many years, and the solitary light shines on it. The liver and gallbladder are all ice and snow. The short hair is slender and the sleeves are cold, and the vast sky is steady."

She waved her right hand again, soothing like a flowing spring, crisp like pearls falling on a jade plate, and when she lowered her voice, it was like whispering: "Walk across the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou carefully, all things are guests. I whistle alone on the side of the boat, I don't know what night it is."

Clang!——The sound of the piano suddenly breaks!

The piano players and the flute players were all stunned!

Damn it! It’s so annoying! They were all exhausted from playing, but she was good at it and played it all!

They finally realized it now! She was the one who got the best deal in this deal, and they lost money!

She finished the song easily, and they all became her exclusive soundtrack!

What’s more, the land is given away for free without any money!

Seeing that all the Fu Le scholars were killed in battle, and could not bear to look at each other at the tragic "death", the remaining Confucian and Xuan scholars gave up their work, and worked hard one after another, no longer silently waiting for others to dig out, but

They walked in front of the stage one by one. They rolled circles of plain silk and spread them into horizontal strips like a carpet. Once they were displayed on the ground, they began to write with their pens.

The knowledgeable scholars were not to be outdone, and they all came to the side and chanted poems vigorously.

When Chen Baiqi saw this posture, he sweated silently.

She really offended everyone, and a group of people came up to "fire" at her to declare war.

If she didn't find a place for shade, she would probably be beaten up with sacks as soon as she got off the mountain, and she still didn't know who was attacking her.

So, she can't lose.

Chen Baiqi looked around and politely asked a fallen harp player to borrow a sword.

Although scholars like to be elegant nowadays, how can they not carry some sharp weapons with them when traveling in the world? This scholar did not want to lend it to Chen Baiqi, but when he refused in public, he obviously lost the dignity of a scholar and appeared stingy. I am afraid that it will become even worse.

It would make people look down on her, so he reluctantly placed the sword in her hand, told her to use it carefully, and asked her if she could use it.

Chen Baiqi didn't answer. He smiled at him and asked him to watch for a while.

This smile made the scholar's heart beat a little and his face turned red.

I thought to myself: This young man looks too evil. When he doesn't smile, he is pretty and fair at most. This smile captures the soul.

While she was immersed in calligraphy and chanting sour poems with her head raised, Chen Baiqi was holding a xun in one hand and dancing with a sword in the other. She tried to avoid using her injured legs and jumped up on one foot, like water waves chasing the moon.

The moon is clear, the breeze is blowing, and the fragrance of osmanthus is lingering. In an instant, the white coat is fluttering, and the charm is irresistible. People look at her figure and feel happy and relaxed!

Depend on!

All the poetry reciters and writers are now on strike collectively!

Everyone's attention was attracted to her alone, I dare say they were all here as a backdrop for him!

Some people can play music, and Chen Baiqi can sing, dance and play.

Some people can recite poems, and Chen Baiqi can recite, dance and play.
To be continued...