"That's true. Miss Wen is so beautiful. If we did the same, it's a pity that I'm not Zhou Yang..."
"Look, the Xu family is here."
A moment later, Xu Yechen arrived with four youths with feathered fans. All of them looked proud.
"It really is the Four Confucian Scholars. They are the best of the Confucian School."
"The Zheng family is here too, and Miss Chu. It seems that Miss Chu is in a bad mood today. Her eyes are so sharp."
"It's Miss Wen. Miss Wen is really beautiful. I wonder whose side she's on today."
However, after the Xu Family came, the Zheng Family also came. This time, Young Master Zheng brought Bian Ziheng and a young man dressed in a fiery red robe. This person was obviously an alchemist.
The Xue family, the Li family, and the Wei family also arrived. Everyone was looking forward to the upcoming battle.
"Where's Zhou Yang? Why isn't he here yet? Is he afraid?"
"Yeah, everyone is here, but he's not coming."
"That's understandable. If I were him, I would run too."
The crowd began to criticize him.
"Why run? They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs..."
Zhou Yang smiled and immediately walked forward.
"This kid is quite arrogant. He makes himself sound like someone on the Rising Star List." They couldn't help but shake their heads. But then they saw Zhou Yang walk onto the stage.
"Zhou Yang, I thought you wouldn't dare to come," Xu Yechen sneered.
Zhou Yang...
The people who had spoken earlier were shocked. So the main character of the day had been by their side and had even spoken to them...
Good heavens!
"Let's begin. It's getting late. It's shameful to waste time," Zhou Yang said with a smile.
"Hmph, don't worry. We won't waste time." Young Master Zheng looked at an old man not far away. "Thank you, Elder Cheng."
Elder Cheng!
Zhou Yang nodded. This old man was also a teacher of the Confucian School. Although his status was not as high as Teacher Wen, he was very famous. He had a bad temper and refused to acknowledge anyone. He even treated the princes the same way.
Therefore, he acted as a witness for almost every battle of the Confucian School.
He was not biased at all.
"Zhou Yang, let me ask you first. Are you willing to accept their challenge?" Elder Cheng asked Zhou Yang.
"Of course." Zhou Yang nodded.
"Very well. Your challenge was agreed upon long ago, so I won't ask too much about it. Now, let the first round begin. A competition between the Confucian and Daoist. Who will go first?" Senior Cheng said, looking at the four Confucian scholars.
"Qin, Qi, Calligraphy, Painting, and Zither are at the front. Of course, I'll go first."
As he spoke, the man walked towards the stone platform with the zither in his arms.
"Zhou Yang, I'm the number one person in the Dao of the Zither of Confucianism. Zither Young Master, are you prepared to lose?"
Zhou Yang couldn't help but laugh and immediately took out his seven-stringed guqin. "You go first, I'll listen."
"You're overestimating yourself. Let me go first. I'm afraid you won't be able to play your piece."
Even though he spoke like this, Zither Young Master didn't hold back and immediately moved the zither strings, and in the next moment, a light and lively sound of the zither resounded out.
The tempo of the zither was very fast. This was a very useful trick in a zither competition. This was because a brisk zither sound could easily affect the opponent.
After a while, Zhou Yang also began to move the zither strings. Everyone thought that Zhou Yang's zither sound would definitely be taken away by Zither Young Master, but they didn't expect that two zither sounds and two pieces would appear in everyone's ears at the same time.
"This … He's actually not affected at all. It seems that Zhou Yang is quite accomplished in the Dao of the zither."
"It's nothing. This is only at the realm of sound. What's there to be interested in? A true zither expert pays attention to the artistic conception."
On the stage, Zither Young Master seemed to understand that it was impossible to defeat Zhou Yang in the simplest way.
He could only use stronger means.
Suddenly, the wind blew …
The sound of the zither stirred up the surrounding airflow. In the next moment, an awe-inspiring righteousness descended from the sky. The powerful force formed a pressure, and Zhou Yang's zither sound was instantly suppressed.
"However, you only have this little strength."
Everyone thought that Zhou Yang was going to be defeated, but at this moment, they realized that Zhou Yang actually smiled.
"A piece of Guangling Powder for everyone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the zither suddenly changed. Sometimes it was vigorous, sometimes it was distant, and then it became extremely intense, as if there were thousands of soldiers and horses galloping.
The county city was bedeviled, there was a bloody battle at the peak, and Monarch City had a narrow escape. The sound of the zither made the scenes of the past continuously appear in Zhou Yang's mind.
Zhou Yang's expression started to turn cold, and killing intent appeared in his eyes. The vibrating zither strings seemed to have turned into colliding blades and swords, and the sound that was emitted was also filled with dense killing intent.
Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, broken limbs, and scenes of ancient battlefields appeared out of thin air on the stone platform, and Zhou Yang seemed to be the god of death who was playing the zither amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Clang …
In an instant, Zither Young Master's zither string broke, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, everyone took a step back.
It was too terrifying. A section of the zither sound actually made people see a terrifying scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Stop!"
At this moment, Old Man Cheng suddenly shouted. His voice was terrifying, and Zhou Yang's eyes cleared up, and he immediately stopped.
The sound of the zither suddenly stopped.
"Impossible, what song is this? Why have I never heard of it before?" Zither Young Master stood up and roared.
"Shut up!"
Old Man Cheng berated, and then he said, "Zhou Yang wins the first round of the Confucian Dao. Who will go up for the second round?"
"I will!"
It was a person holding a long brush. After this person walked out, Zither Young Master also began to set up the chessboard.
"Zhou Yang, I am Master Painter, and I want to paint with you."
After speaking, the person's hand became big, and two pieces of white cloth appeared on the ground.
"You and I will each make a painting, and Old Man Cheng will decide." After the person finished speaking, he flew up and began to dance on the white cloth on the ground.
Zhou Yang stopped, and his gaze swept across the crowd, and finally stopped on Wen Xiyu. Wen Xiyu looked at herself in surprise, and she wondered if there was something wrong with her today.
At this moment, Zhou Yang smiled, and then he waved his hand. The white cloth floated up, and then he began to paint.
"I have finished painting."
In less than a quarter of an hour, Master Painter stopped painting, and they saw that he had painted a fierce tiger.
Old Man Cheng immediately went forward to take a look, and he was suddenly startled, and said, "This tiger has a powerful aura, and one's heart sank when looking at it. Moreover, the painter has portrayed the demeanor of the tiger king vividly and exquisitely. If this painting is made into clothing, it will be twice the result with half the effort when encountering fierce beasts."
"Old Man Cheng is indeed a master. My painting is called King." Master Painter said proudly.
"Zhou Yang, is your painting done?" Old Man Cheng looked at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang nodded, put away the brush, and said, "Done."
After speaking, he threw the painting into the sky.
"This … Isn't this Miss Wen?"
Everyone was startled, and they saw that Zhou Yang had painted Wen Xiyu.
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