The cultivators supervising the first two exams were ordinary cultivators of the Dragon Temple. Most of them were in charge of the Book Hall.
The cultivators supervising the arts exam this time were all from the Art Hall of the Dragon Temple. They were the gods at the top of the art pyramid in this world.
Meng Tuoluo also said that the best artists in this world were all in the Dragon Temple because they spent their entire lives researching and studying.
And Great Cultivator Byron was the leader of this group of gods.
It could be said that almost all the princes and princesses of the royal families were once his students. He was the highest authority in the world of art.
Previously, Great Cultivator Byron had always been teaching the children of the royal families in the Dragon Temple in Yan Capital. A few years ago, he was sent to the Fengdu Temple and became one of the thirteen purple-robed grand cultivators.
And Zhi Ning, Jung Yeon, and Meng Tuoluo were his three most beloved students.
Byron was already quite old. He was already over 70 years old and there were very few things that could cause great waves in his heart. Most of the time, he would just calmly sit and enjoy this tranquil time.
"Teacher …" Jinning Ning walked in cheerfully, then gently massaged Byron's temples with her slender jade-like hands.
Byron felt a surge of love in his heart. Among the three students, he pitied Meng Tuoluo the most, followed by Zhi Ning.
Byron especially pitied her for her misfortune. When she was only six years old, her parents died in the internal strife of the royal family. If it weren't for the protection of the Dragon Temple, she and her brother Zhi Li would have died a long time ago.
"You sly girl, you only take advantage of me and don't suffer any losses. Tell me, how much do you want me to pay for a massage?" Byron laughed.
"Look at you, you make me sound so snobbish," Zhi Ning said coquettishly.
"Just tell me. People say that the people of the Dragon Temple are pure and extraordinary," Byron said. Byron said, "But humans are humans, they aren't gods. They all have selfish motives, and we also don't want to offend the royal families of powerful countries."
Zhi Ning said, "Teacher, Tian Shui City is very important to Brother Zhi Li's strategy. We can't afford to lose it. Once he fails, his position as the heir apparent will be in jeopardy, so please take pity on him, teacher. "
"You want to suppress Søren, right?" Great Cultivator Byron asked.
Zhi Ning asked, "Teacher already knows?"
Great cultivator Byron replied, "Your bet with him has already spread like wildfire."
"Yes." Zhi Ning said, "I want to suppress him."
"Very well." Great cultivator Byron said, "I will keep one eye open and one eye closed."
Zhi Ning said excitedly, "Thank you, teacher."
Byron said, "But Zhi Ning, you should know what is the most important thing in my life?"
"Art and emotions," Zhi Ning said.
"That's right. I'm getting old, so I value emotions more than anything else. I love children like you even more." Byron said, "But art is my number one life. If someone can use art to subdue me and play a song that is rarely seen in a hundred years, I will definitely fall if they can thoroughly destroy my soul defenses."
"Of course I know that," Zhi Ning said, "But do you think someone can create a song that's rarely seen in a hundred years?"
Byron shook his head. "No, it's impossible. The art of this world has already withered. The entire world's civilization has once again returned to the path of martial arts."
That's right. Moreover, these great cultivators of the Holy Temple of Art all have the highest artistic talent and taste. Their incomparably picky ears and souls are already unconquerable.
Zhi Ning said, "That's right. Do you think a spoiled brat would have such talent?"
Byron smiled faintly and closed his eyes again.
They have been at the top of the pyramid for too long. In recent years, they haven't even heard a song that could make them listen to it, let alone conquer it.
These deities have become so arrogant that they are almost numb.
…
The third round of the art exam officially began.
From this round onward, it was no longer everyone taking the exam together. Instead, they would be taking the exam for the elective.
Sculpture, painting, music, and poetry were all chosen.
Søren's elective was music, which was a major category. There were a total of eighty people taking the exam, and eighty percent of them were girls.
Lan Ling seriously suspected that Søren's elective was not only to hit on Teacher Niya, but also all the beautiful girls present.
As expected, as soon as he entered the exam hall, almost half of the girls looked at him with hatred.
This bastard, has he flirted with all the pretty girls?
The elective exam for music was held in the music hall. All the students first entered the hall and took their seats. Then, according to the exam number, they performed in turn.
Every student's performance was not only audible to the examiners, but also to all the students.
Lan Ling found his seat and sat down. He closed his eyes and waited for the exam to begin.
The situation was very, very bad. Because Zhi Ning couldn't afford to lose, she had already openly suppressed him. Even before the exam began, his score had already been determined.
And according to his investigation, the grand monk of the Dragon Temple happened to be Zhi Ning's teacher.
In this way, his failure in the third round of the exam seemed to be a foregone conclusion. He would definitely die.
So where is the only way out? Lan Ling was willing to believe that these cultivators of the Dragon Temple were real artists who had the highest pursuit of art.
If his performance could completely shock their hearts, shake their souls, and cause a complete resonance, then he would be able to do it.
Then, he might have a chance of survival.
And this group of people had been cultivating in art for decades. They were the top artists in the world, and had the most extraordinary souls. Their artistic taste and attainments were not something that Niya and Meng Tuoluo could compare with.
Most of the songs, even if they were classics from Earth, such as "Adina by the Waterside" or "Marriage in a Dream", were beautiful and might make them smile, it was impossible to conquer them. It was completely impossible. They might even think that these songs were a little vulgar.
This group of people had been at the top of the pyramid of the Sacred Palace of Art for too long. They had become arrogant and had their sights set on the sky. No song in the past decades could make them look at it seriously, unless it was a god-level song.
However, it had been hundreds of years since there was a god-level song.
So, which song should Lan Ling choose? Which song could completely shock their hearts and souls?
Moreover, it should be matched with his own experience, so that the song would not be so abrupt?
There was no doubt that Lan Ling had already made up his mind, and he had played it countless times in his heart.
At this time, more than 20 examiners entered the concert hall one by one, led by Princess Zhi Ning and the grand monk Byron.
Princess Zhi Ning raised her beautiful eyes and glanced at Lan Ling indifferently.
The bet was over. Søren would lose his title and the position of Lord of Tianshui City. It was a foregone conclusion.
"Dong!" The bell rang, and the third round of the Arts exam officially began.
…
The aristocratic students who participated in the Arts Department's exam were no longer depressed after the previous two exams, and their standards were all higher than before.
Especially these noble girls, be it singing, violin, or harpsichord, they were all very outstanding.
The harpsichord, as the king of musical instruments in this world, was naturally favored by most people. Of the 80 aristocratic students who participated in the Music Department's exam, 50 chose the harpsichord.
And these aristocratic girls were beautiful and dignified, and most of their performance was better than that of the girls in the Music Department on Earth.
However …
Today's scores were a bit scary, and they were all lower than before.
"Fifty-two points!"
"Fifty-nine points!"
"Fifty-five points!"
Moreover, these were the scores given by the examiners of the Royal City Academy.
After hearing these scores, the aristocratic girls were about to cry. They couldn't believe that today's scores would be so low.
And from the beginning to the end, the cultivators of the Dragon Temple didn't open their eyes. They didn't make a single comment, let alone participate in the scoring.
In their eyes, the performances of these aristocratic girls were completely immature, and they were just clumsy imitations.
Finally, a girl raised her doubts. "The standard of our performances is not bad, so why are our scores so low?"
The chief instructor of the Arts Department said lightly, "Because, all of you played classical songs. Not a single one of you composed it yourself."
Instantly, all the students fell silent.
Composed it themselves? Easier said than done.
Even the level of the Arts Department instructors of the Royal City Academy didn't dare to talk about composing by themselves, not to mention that they were just students.
Only the top cultivators of the Dragon Temple were the main force of self-composition.
In the past century, all the famous songs that had been passed down had come from the Dragon Temple. Because only they had devoted their entire life to creating art.
"Next examinee, Yiyun."
When Lan Ling heard this name, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Because this was Søren's ex-girlfriend, the daughter of a fallen aristocratic family. Her father owed a gambling debt of 900 gold coins, and in order to repay the debt, he wanted to marry her to the boss of the casino as a concubine. In the end, it was Søren who shouldered the debt for her.
At this moment, it was Lan Ling's first time seeing this woman.
Moreover, she was one seat ahead of him, and he was about to go on stage next.
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