Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Calligraphy and painting
And the piano score sent by Tianjianmen and Chuixue Villa finally reached the hands of Peng Xianer and Fifth Changkong.
After that, they pick the best score, and then they try in turns.
But the effect is still unsatisfactory.
Not only did the fifth formation, Chang Jiankong and the others had no chance, but Changkong and the fifth Peng Xianer also only had one chance left.
Both look ugly.
Without enough confidence, I dare not try.
And things gradually reached a dead end.
Because for days, the monks present had basically tried it, but from the beginning to the end, nothing could make Jiang Yu open his eyes, let alone satisfy him.
"I've seen Senior Jiang Yu, let me give it a try!"
At this moment, a Liyin came, and then everyone saw a beautiful figure in white clothes fluttering on his arm, walking towards Jiang Yu, bowing gently to Jiang Yu, and then everyone looked at Jiang Yu, and then slowly fell to the ground.
"call!"
"The Qin's calligraphy and painting is actually a calligraphy painting!"
"Oh my God, he's here too!"
Seeing this, everyone exclaimed, and many monks showed pig brother eyes.
"This woman is here, damn it!"
And Peng Xian'er and Fifth Changkong also showed dignified eyes.
He has made great achievements in calligraphy, piano skills and painting skills.
Not only that, he was also recognized as the number one person among the entire younger generation of Nansha, and the first master to break through Wu Zun at such a young age.
Moreover, he was the first sect Nansha, the saint of the Demon Sect.
It could be said that she was a woman with countless halos.
Clearly, his appearance changed the scene.
Because everyone could see that this woman would most likely win Jiang Yu's inheritance.
"explosion!"
The guqin strings fluctuated, and the guqin sounds came out.
As soon as he played the piano, many people involuntarily kept silent, and many people showed shame.
What they played, whether it was musical or piano skills, was not at the same level as calligraphy and piano painting.
gotta say.
This person's calligraphy and painting is indeed worthy.
Finally, she fell down slowly, her fairy-like face slowly lifted, and she looked at Jiang Yu.
The others also turned their attention to Jiang Yu.
Then, under the eyes of everyone who was shocked, Jiang Yu on the piano platform slowly opened his eyes.
"very good."
"But that's not enough!"
In a few short sentences, Jiang Yu closed his eyes again.
"call!"
"That's not enough!"
"Oh my God, how can this be passed down!"
Seeing Jiang Yu say that the tone Shuqin Hua had just played was not enough, everyone immediately exclaimed, but the good news was that for days, Shuqin Hua at least opened Jiang Yu's eyes.
Shuqinhua's pretty eyebrows moved slightly, but her pretty face did not fluctuate, she got up and bowed to Jiang Yu, then stepped aside.
“Santo, this is not the way to go on like this!” Chang Jiankong said solemnly: “Although the calligraphy and qin painting have not won the inheritance, it seems that he has the greatest chance now, and he should think of a way. quickly!"
Peng Xian'er frowned, suddenly realizing that Yu Wujie had left.
"What about the others?"
Peng Xianer asked.
“This, it's still there now.” Chang Jiankong also frowned. Clearly, he was all thinking of calligraphy and painting, and he did not notice when Yu Wujie disappeared.
At this moment, Yu Wujie had come to Pingjiang City.
"Piano music..."
While muttering in his mouth, he came to the door of the small martial arts hall.
There were many people gathered in the small martial arts hall, and they listened to Yi Feng who was sitting on the stairs and playing the guitar.
"Come, the usual way."
When the song ended, Yi Feng smiled at everyone.
Perhaps because of the audience, it seems to have become his habit to sit here and play guitar every day, and he would never fall on the "ordinary street" everyday.
"Dong dong dong..."
The guitar sounded, and all the spectators closed their eyes.
And Yu Wujie was lying in the corner of the wall, Zhang Erning listened, and could not help but praise: "This little bullet song is really nothing, in my opinion, it sounds better than a calligraphy painting. and piano. , I will copy it, My lord, maybe I can reverse the salted fish and obtain the Martial Saint legacy in one move, haha!
Thas right.
When Yu Wujie came here, he remembered the song that Yi Feng played when he passed by last time, so he wanted to copy this song and take it to Jiang Yuzhi's grave to try his luck.
Finally, when Yi Feng Qinxian regained his composure, Yu Wujie also copied the entire passage.
"Well, even though I don't know what kind of piano that guy is playing, it should be similar to the one here."
Yu Wujie put away the score happily, and walked out of the city.
up ahead.
It just so happened that a man carrying shit came.
Yu Wujie frowned, and immediately shouted at the man carrying the dirt: "Hey, lowly man, don't you see me passing by here, Master, why don't you give way quickly?"
However, what he did not expect was a golden light suddenly appearing in those dirt eyes, grabbing his neck and stabbing his head into the bucket of dirt.
After being beaten again, Yu Wu Jie was left behind in the trench and left quietly.
"Damn it, shit, who's the guy who brought the shit, so strong!"
Yu Wujie got up from the trench with a swollen head and swollen face Looking at the sheet music on his arm, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Huh, it's okay, the score's good."
"Hmph, no matter who you are, the future lord will kill you."
Yu Wujie quickly changed his clothes and rushed out of Pingjiang City.
"What did you do?"
Seeing Yu Wujie return with a faint smell, Peng Xianer asked with a frown.
"I just came back to pick up the music I made before, and there was a slight accident on the way," Yu Wujie said evasively.
"The song you're making?"
Peng Xian'er frowned slightly, although he knew that Yu Wujie could play the piano, he never knew that Yu Wujie could make music.
"Oh, is this brother going to try it?"
"There might indeed be an opportunity, after all, the Gates of Heaven were opened by Brother Yu last time."
"Sister Yu, hurry up and try!"
When everyone saw this, voices came out one after another.
“Haha, you are polite, then I will give it a try.” Yu Wujie replied with a fist and a smile.
"Are you sure you can do it?"
Peng Xian'er's face was filled with disbelief.
“Saint, why not let him try it!” Long Jiankong said to the side.
Peng Xian'er thought for a moment and said to Yu Wujie, "Then you can leave."
"Okay Xianer, I will never let you down."
Yu Wujie straightened his clothes, took out a guqin from his storage ring, and sat cross-legged in the middle.
On the way, he had been recalling his score for a long time, and referring to his memories, he slowly lowered his palm onto the strings.
"dong dong dong..."
The usual opening of the road sounded slowly.
"okay?"
As soon as this introduction came out, the calligraphy and qin painting that sat at the side, suddenly fell in Yu Wujie's beautiful eyes.
The next moment, Jiang Yu, who was sitting on the piano platform.
He also opened his eyes suddenly!