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"Master Chu said that children can match this couplet, so I wonder if you can do it right!"

Chu He turned his head and looked over, it was Shangguan Xiaoxiao who was talking.

Why does it feel like gunpowder? When did I offend this woman?

Who cares, as long as you can take the opportunity to run a wave of advertisements.

He replied: "Naturally, come up."

After speaking, he grabbed the brush and wrote the second couplet on the paper eloquently.

Everyone raised their heads and looked over, wanting to see how Chu He was able to deal with the Shanglian issued by today's great Confucianism.

The big black characters came into my eyes, and the more I looked at it, the more shocked I became.

"Family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, and care about everything."

Shangguan Xiaoxiao's pupils shrank, and the anger in his heart disappeared instantly.

That's right, it's too neat, and it can even be said to directly enhance the artistic conception of this couplet!

She read it over and over again, and it became more and more subtle.

Not only her, but many talented scholars unconsciously began to recite silently.

Because this couplet is really in line with their state of mind.

With the gradual gathering of literary energy, Chu He could clearly feel that his literary energy was improving, and the speed was much faster than reading.

Liu Rufeng's face was ugly, he lost, and he lost badly. He took out the couplets made by the Great Confucianists, and Chu He matched them all.

"Little girl, it's time to announce the result of the first round?"

Chu He was already a little impatient, and he had only played one game so far, and there were two more. This competition is too slow.

"In the first round, Chu He won." Shangguan Xiaoxiao announced.

The way she looked at Chu He also changed, the couplet before could be said to be a coincidence.

But to be able to match the pair of grandpa, either Chu He is a genius, or the great Confucian behind him gave advice.

She is more inclined to the latter, because even a genius should have a limit, and it is impossible to casually recite the couplets written by the Great Confucianism.

Chu He is extraordinary that a playboy can get advice from a great Confucianism!

"The second session is fighting poems. Today is the Golden Autumn Talented Scholars Association, so the topic of the fighting poetry session is Golden Autumn." Shangguan Xiaoxiao said.

Chu He yawned and said, "Miss Shangguan, should the theme of the third game be Jinqiu as well?"

Shangguan Xiaoxiao was taken aback by his question, and subconsciously nodded.

She really thinks so, Jinqiu will definitely be inseparable from the word Jinqiu.

It's just that the second round hasn't started yet, Chu He asked what is the third round?

Chu He lazily said: "In this case, how about we have a combination of poetry and music?"

"The integration of poetry and music? What is the integration of poetry and music?" Shangguan Xiaoxiao looked puzzled, completely unable to understand what Chu He meant.

Liu Rufeng was also puzzled, he hadn't heard of any combination of poetry and music.

Chu He gave a reasonable explanation: "The so-called integration of poetry and music is a poem or word made by singing with music."

When everyone heard this explanation, they couldn't help being stunned.

Sing out poems with music? Can you still play like this?

It is already difficult to just compose poems or music when there is a specific topic, but this guy actually wants to combine poetry and music. This difficulty can't be achieved even in the three realms of Confucianism and Cultivation, right?

Liu Rufeng couldn't help sneering: "Chu He, do you really think that composing poems and music is playing tricks? What else do you want to combine poetry and music into one, but show me one!"

"Young Master Chu, just join us and open his eyes!" Fatty Wang yelled, he couldn't understand what was going on, anyway, it was right to support Chu He.

Chu He chuckled softly: "Then I'll join you together to open your eyes."

He turned around and looked at Shangguan Xiaoxiao, and said loudly: "Little girl, can I borrow the guqin beside you!"

Liu Rufeng's eyes almost burst into flames, Chu He, an apprentice, dared to borrow a little guqin in public.

Don't you know that women's things will not be easily borrowed?

Just when he thought that Shangguan Xiaoxiao would refuse, Shangguan Xiaoxiao got up, picked up the guqin, left Qunfang Pavilion, and walked towards Douwentai step by step. When Liu Rufeng realized it, she had already walked to the Douwen platform and presented the guqin with her own hands.

"This Baiqueqin has been with Xiaoxiao for ten years, and I hope Mr. Chu will take care of it when he uses it."

Chu He took the Baiqueqin, but he caught a glimpse of Shangguan's little chest from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously said, "Hiss! You are so small!"

Shangguan Xiaoxiaoqiao blushed, anger flashed in her eyes, she turned and left.

Chu He also reacted, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, subconsciously touched his nose.

"It must be caused by the remnants left by my predecessor. I, Chu He, a gentleman, how can I say such stupid words!"

"Bah! Dirty predecessor, get out of my body!"

Liu Rufeng didn't know what the two whispered, but he saw Shangguan Xiaoxiao's face turned red.

The fire of jealousy burned instantly, his fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Borrowing the Baique Qin, if you can't achieve the unity of poetry and music later, I will make you kneel and kowtow, so that you will never be able to embark on the road of Confucianism cultivation!"

After getting the Baiqueqin, Chu He tentatively plucked the strings.

It's like wearing jingle bells around the ring, the sound is melodious, far better than the guqin used by those Goulan women.

Yes, Chu He's piano skills were learned from Goulan.

He went to the brothel at the age of eight, and he listened to the little song for eight years, even a pig should learn it.

Chu He cleared his throat and put his fingers on the strings.

All eyes were on him, wanting to see what First Young Master Chu was going to do.

Chu He looked up at the moon, recalling his past life, a faint sadness flowed from the bottom of his heart.

"Playing tricks!" Liu Rufeng snorted coldly.

The sound of the Baiqueqin spread, and the strings were plucked three or two times. It was not fast, and it could even be said to be slow, but an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in everyone's heart.

At this moment, Chu He spoke. His voice was not pleasant, but it was memorable with the sound of the piano.

"When will the bright moon come~"

"Ask the sky for wine~"

"I don't know the palace in the sky~ What year is it~"

...

The combination of singing and piano sounds is mesmerizing and deeply immersed in it.

From the corners of Chu He's eyes, there were two crystal clear teardrops hanging, and what he sang was "Water Tune Song Head: When Will the Moon Come" by Su Dongpo in his previous life?

He integrated his homesickness into it, and with the melodious sound of the piano, it was like fairy music, which was endless.

"I wish you a long life~thousands of miles together~"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, but there was silence in the field.

From nowhere, misty light smoke diffused, setting off Chu He like a banished fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

There seems to be a force in the light smoke that gathers the billowing literary energy, and Chu He can clearly feel that his literary energy is rapidly improving.

He closed his eyes to comprehend, and accumulated literary energy, allowing him to quickly approach the realm of Ninth Rank study!

"The zither produces smoke! His music actually triggered a vision of heaven and earth!"

Shangguan Xiaoxiao, who had been immersed in the sound of lyrics and music, reacted, and couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this scene.

Immediately, everyone in the audience was startled, and smoke came from the piano, which was a vision of composing music.

Confucianism has four ways of poetry, music and painting, and it is rumored that today's great Confucians have caused visions when they were young.

Some people even say that if a Confucian cultivator can induce a vision once in his life, he will become a talented man.

If it can trigger three visions, great Confucianism can be expected.

If it can trigger a hundred visions, a saint can be expected!

Everyone looked envious, Chu He got the ticket to the Talent Realm!

As for counterfeiting and plagiarism? That's impossible, because within the rules of the world, only the person who plays it for the first time in this world can trigger the vision.

Shangguan Xiaoxiao bowed slightly, with a look of admiration, and asked: "I wonder what the name of the song that Mr. Chu played just now?"

The corners of Chu He's mouth raised slightly, but the tears in his eyes had already disappeared. He seemed to have stepped into the realm of studying at the ninth rank and became a real Confucian scholar!

He smiled lightly: "When will the singer of Water Tune, Mingyue come?"