The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 187: Is a frog in a well qualified to look at the moon in the sky?

The sudden sound of the piano was like a biting cold wave surging from the depths of the ice field, sweeping across the entire place with endless murderous intent.

"This"

Just one syllable, and everyone's expression changed instantly, looking at the young man with cold eyes in the field.

Su Changqing came with full of passion and expectations for the world.

But those unreasonable cold words made him angry and disappointed at the same time.

"The world of books shouldn't be like this."

The disappointment and anger in his heart made Su Changqing completely and perfectly merge with the song they were talking about.

Qin Sha·Ghost God Abyss!
Among all the immortal arts, this one has the heaviest killing power and the strongest artistic conception.

In the past, when Su Changqing played in his spare time, he just tried to imitate the artistic conception of the music. Although he had entered the realm of music, he ultimately fell behind.

But now the anger in his heart and the murderous intent in the song are perfectly integrated, and for the first time, the artistic conception and Taoist rhyme of Qin Sha are displayed to the fullest!
Zheng!
Zheng!
Zheng!
Su Changqing sat upright in front of the piano, his eyes calm, his ten fingers dancing like a madman, and his black hair fluttering.

The low and rapid melody was like a divine weapon unsheathed, with a flash of cold light piercing the sky.

A terrifying murderous intent that makes one's scalp tingle rises up in the air.

The infinitely rich and powerful rhyme of Tao enveloped the entire place in an instant.

At this time, everyone in the courtyard was silent, looking at the young man beside the piano with expressions of boundless shock.

The sound of the piano lingered in my ears, and the peaceful and tranquil courtyard before my eyes suddenly collapsed, as if I had arrived at an ancient battlefield.

Swords of war and iron horses gallop across the battlefield, gods and demons dance wildly and fight madly between heaven and earth!
The charge of thousands of troops and the roar of countless creatures!

At this moment, every note was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, roaring in with tremendous killing power.

kill!

kill!

kill!

Angry roars rang in the ears, and everyone present turned pale and sweat broke out on their backs.

There were even quite a few people who were completely immersed in that boundless artistic conception, and they retreated back in fear as if a sword was pressed against their throats.

"Zheng!"

When the last murderous sound of the zither fell, Su Changqing gently stroked the zither with both hands, and the trembling strings stopped instantly.

You could hear a pin drop in the courtyard, and it was completely silent.

After a while, a trembling whisper was heard.

"Enter the Dao!"

boom!
A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

At this moment, everyone could no longer suppress the horror in their hearts and looked at the calm young man beside the piano.

Enter the Tao!

Even if they are not Confucian disciples, they know clearly how terrifying the existence of music at the Tao level is.

That is the pinnacle of the four arts of Confucianism, and is much more powerful than the top-grade heavenly-grade innate Dao seal.

There was a saying among Confucianists.

A great scholar may not have mastered the four arts, but one who has mastered the four arts can definitely be considered a great scholar!
Because, that is the pinnacle of an art, and one can be a teacher for the whole world!
"How is it possible that he is already a great scholar at such a young age?"

The sneer on Chu Ze's face disappeared, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

His musical skills are at the pinnacle of his craft, and even among Confucianists, he is outstanding.

But in front of Su Changqing, it was simply a joke, crushing him on more than one level.

The people who had just been mocked by Bian Xing now all had dazed expressions and shame in their eyes.

Su Changqing is not qualified to comment on Chu Ze?
It is Chu Ze who is not worthy of Su Changqing's evaluation!

Only now did they understand that Su Changqing's evaluation of "okay" was not a disparagement at all, but a compliment to Chu Ze.

Otherwise, for a great scholar who has entered the realm of Taoism, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is unbearable to hear.

"Brother Changqing, do you have such a method?"

Zhou Yu murmured in shock, looking at Su Changqing with eyes full of disbelief.

Su Changqing is a martial artist!
A mere warrior actually got into music?

Zhou Yu felt a little dizzy and was full of admiration for Su Changqing's terrifying attainments.

Xian Banmeng, who was originally worried, now looked at Su Changqing with bright eyes.

"It's actually the Entry-level musical rhythm. This Master Su is really strong."

Xian Banmeng's musicality is also very good, but when faced with the song that Su Changqing just played, she could only admire him.

Only those who understand music can deeply understand how terrifying the song just now is.

Whether it is the technique, artistic conception, or Taoist charm, it is simply impeccable.

"No wonder he said the songs he knew were not suitable."

"Such a terrifying murderous mood, are you afraid of disturbing the fun of everyone present?"

Looking at Su Changqing who was sitting beside the piano with a calm expression, Xian Banmeng slightly raised her red lips, her eyes full of admiration.

She is not bragging. Facing this charming fairy, no man can resist showing off himself.

But Su Changqing, who was at the Tao level and had a musical melody that could crush everyone else, had no intention of going on stage at the beginning.

This kind of character made Xian Banmeng feel favorable towards him.

……

The scene was quiet for a long time.

Su Changqing let out a long breath and stood up gently.

The disappointment and anger just now were all vented out as the song ended.

"It's just a dispute of arrogance. There's no hatred or grudge. Why should you get angry with him?"

Su Changqing shook his head and smiled, then looked at Zhou Yu and said with a gentle smile: "Brother Zhou, thank you for bringing me here."

"But this place is not suitable for me, so I will leave now."

After he finished speaking, Su Changqing turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

There was no mocking counterattack against Chu Ze, nor was there any overwhelming momentum at the end of the song.

Since our paths are different, then just leave quietly.

Su Changqing has always had a gentle personality and has never been the kind of person who pushes people around or refuses to give in.

"As expected of a Confucian genius who has entered the Daoist realm. This is the demeanor of a great man."

Xian Banmeng secretly praised in his heart, and his eyes looked at Su Changqing even brighter, and his favorable impression of him doubled.

"Brother Changqing, take care."

Zhou Yu couldn't help but show admiration and bowed.

At this moment, Chu Ze and others who had just mocked and attacked showed expressions of shame and anger on their faces.

It would be fine if Su Changqing just scolded them.

But letting it go so lightly made them seem as sarcastic and mean as clowns, and they felt so uncomfortable that they almost vomited blood.

"Brother Su, please stay."

Just as Su Changqing was about to leave, a young man holding a folding fan and smilingly blocked his way.

"What can I do for you, brother?"

"Brother Su is so talented, why did you leave in such a hurry?"

"We just have different paths."

Feng Ling sneered when he heard this, "What a different way of saying it."

"Brother Su is the best in the whole arena, so he wants to leave in style. Where do you think I am?"

Su Changqing was stunned when he heard this, and said speechlessly: "Do you want me to point at your nose and scold you before you can leave?"

"Brother Su is joking."

Feng Ling said with a half-smile: "We can't let Brother Su take all the credit and have us just sit there and watch, right?"

"We have already seen Brother Su's musicality, how about another competition?"

"This time we will be competing in calligraphy and poetry, with the theme of Dream Fairy. Feel free to express yourself."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes lit up and they looked at Su Changqing with a sneer.

Want to run away after dominating the whole match? That's not going to happen.

They have to suppress Su Changqing and regain their lost face, otherwise how will Fairy Meng look at them?

They couldn't compete with Su Changqing in music, but they didn't believe that Su Changqing was so strong in other aspects!

Feng Ling is the eldest son of the Feng family, and he practices Confucianism.

Although he has not yet mastered the art of calligraphy, he has already achieved the initial artistic conception, and his poetry is even more outstanding.

With the four arts of Confucianism, he was better than Su Changqing, although he was still far inferior to the amazing killing song of entering the Tao.

But at least we can regain some face.

"Brother Su, you can't just defeat Brother Chu with your musical prowess and then just leave, right?"

"Yes, even if I'm not good at calligraphy, Brother Feng has invited me, so I have to give him some face."

"Hey, I think he's just afraid of losing. Maybe his only skill is music."

Everyone was talking at once, and Su Changqing was completely overwhelmed.

Zhou Yu frowned, and Xian Banmeng's pretty face also looked slightly cold.

They could see that these young geniuses were too embarrassed to back down and wanted to suppress Su Changqing once.

"It seems that you are more unable to leave than I am?"

Su Changqing was annoyed by the repeated provocations. "Whatever. Please hurry up, Brother Feng. I'm in a hurry." "Haha, okay."

Hearing Su Changqing's agreement, Feng Ling picked up the brush on the table beside him and wrote two lines of poetry with great speed.

This poem is catchy, the writing is like a flowing stream, and the artistic conception is extraordinary.

Everyone praised the calligraphy highly, saying that the calligraphy at the level of "意" was of great quality.

"Brother Su, it's your turn."

Feng Ling looked at Su Changqing with a confident smile on his face.

Everyone present also looked at it at the same time, with a half-smile on their face, wondering how to comment later.

Su Changqing looked calm as usual. He picked up the brush on the table beside him and wrote two short lines of poetry in a flamboyant manner.

"Everyone takes your leave."

Without waiting for the result, Su Changqing bowed slightly, turned around and left.

But at this moment, wanton mocking voices sounded from behind.

"Haha, it's a blank paper. You don't even dare to write?"

"Haha, it seems that he knew he would lose, so he just wanted to avoid humiliating himself."

"Look, how fast Brother Su is walking, hahaha."

The sarcastic voice behind him made Su Changqing pause as he was leaving.

He did not get angry, but just shook his head and laughed twice, "How can a frog in a well see the moon in the sky?"

"Different paths, different paths, hahahaha."

Accompanied by a hearty laugh, Su Changqing left the courtyard without any reluctance.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Su Changqing meant.

At this time, Xian Banmeng looked at Su Changqing's departing back. After a moment, he slowly walked to the table where Su Changqing had just sat and looked down.

"This is."

After Xian Banmeng felt it carefully, he couldn't help but show surprise.

She also couldn't see the words on the paper, but she could feel the majestic rhythm of Tao.

"Dream Fairy, what's there to see on a blank piece of paper?"

Feng Ling came over with a fan in his hand and said with a smile on his face: "This is a poem for Fairy Meng. I hope the fairy likes it."

As he spoke, he handed over the poem he had just written.

However, Xian Banmeng did not turn back, still frowning as he looked at the white paper in his hand.

After a moment, she didn't know what she was thinking of, and her eyes trembled slightly.

laugh!
Incomparably pure spiritual power was released and infused into the white paper.

next moment.
"hold head high!"

The deafening roar of a dragon echoed from the courtyard.

I saw fish swimming on the blank paper turning into dragons and soaring in the sky.

Infinite Tao rhyme bursts out, fish and dragons dance together!

The courtyard, which had been a little noisy just now, fell silent again.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky, with confused shock in their eyes.

"Again. Enter the Dao."

Xian Banmeng's slightly trembling voice sounded, and her beautiful eyes looked in the direction where Su Changqing left, full of disbelief.

Music, the way to enlightenment.

Calligraphy is actually a way to enter the realm of Taoism!
This Master Su has reached such a high level in Confucianism and Taoism.

Thinking of the young man's hearty laughter just now, Xian Banmeng looked up in a daze.

"Turning back and smiling makes you more charming"

"The six palace beauties are all pale in comparison"

Xian Banmeng's eyes were once again filled with shock, and he murmured in a trembling voice, "Is it written for me?"

"Sure enough. So beautiful."

In these two short lines of poetry, not a single word describes her beauty.

But it is extremely beautiful.

There are countless beauties in the palace, all the beauties in the world, but a smile from a beauty makes all the beauties pale in comparison.
At this moment, everyone present looked at the disappearing figure at the exit of the courtyard, and they did not come back to their senses for a long time.

The young man had only been there for a short while, but he made all of them a laughing stock.

"How can a frog in a well see the moon in the sky?"

Xian Banmeng's smile suddenly spread across her face, as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming.

She looked at Zhou Yu, chuckled and asked, "Brother Zhou, which Confucian or Taoist master in Zhongzhou is Mr. Su a disciple of?"

“Can you help with introductions in the future?”

Women are no different from men. Outstanding people can always make the opposite sex fall in love with them.

Xian Banmeng was like this, and so was Su Changqing.

Zhou Yu, who had not yet come to his senses, was silent for a moment after hearing Xian Banmeng's question before he smiled bitterly and spoke.
"Chang Qing doesn't practice Confucianism, he practices martial arts!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Xian Banmeng's face froze, while the others looked stunned.

……

"I'd better avoid attending those events in the future. The world is not as good as I thought."

On the bustling streets of Tianyun City, Su Changqing couldn't help but complain in his heart as he thought about what he had just experienced.

He didn't see any young people full of ambition and ambition, but he did see a lot of jealous hypocrites.

"Forget it, let's just have less dealings with each other in the future."

Su Changqing shook his head and looked around. "Let's find an inn to stay in first and wait for Brother Zhou's notification."

Originally he wanted to go by himself, but on the way to Qilin Mansion, Zhou Yu said that there had been some chaos in the surrounding area recently and many people had died.

Tomorrow, Zixiao Kingdom will arrange a flying boat to escort those who come to celebrate the birthday.

Whether for safety reasons or to avoid getting lost, waiting another day is the best option.

Thinking of this, Su Changqing didn't hesitate and just found an inn to stay in.

After making simple arrangements, he set up several formations in the room and then took out a rusty bronze bell.

"Does this thing need to be refined before it can be used?"

“I don’t know what this thing is used for.”

During this rare leisure time, Su Changqing looked at the so-called secret treasure of sea burial in his hand with curiosity in his eyes.

I'm going to celebrate someone's birthday the day after tomorrow, so I have to prepare the gifts in advance.

He sat cross-legged and practiced his skills, and a chaotic life palace emerged from his forehead.

The bronze bell in his hand fell into the fate palace, and endless chaotic energy immediately washed away.

As time passed, the rust on the bell fell off clearly, and a golden aura bloomed from the bell.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed, and the bronze bell was completely cleansed of its impurities and shone brightly.

But Su Changqing looked at the bell in his hand and couldn't help but look curious.

He waved his hand gently, and the bronze bell floated into the air.

"big."

As Su Changqing spoke softly, the small bronze bell suddenly became more than one meter tall.

"No matter how big it is."

laugh!
The bell rang against the wind, but soon it reached the roof of the inn.

Su Changqing hurriedly stopped, walked forward and knocked gently.

thump~
The deep, deep sound of the bell echoed from the small space, and its divine aura filled the entire room, as if it was about to break through the sky.

"It has no grade, is solid, can be large or small, and has other unknown mysteries."

"Sigh~"

Su Changqing scratched his head in distress, "What if I don't want to give it to you? This seems like a good thing."

He originally wanted to just pick up a similar clock to disgust the Liu family.

But who would have thought that I would get a nice treasure by accident, and it would be a pity to give it away.

"Forget it. If the Liu family really can't keep it, we can just take it back when the time comes."

Su Changqing smiled, looked at the bronze bell in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

It can be big or small, the bells can ring loudly, and it can also bloom with divine brilliance.

When the time came to present a gift, he would turn up the bell to its maximum volume and strike it a few times.

Damn, that scene
“It’s going to be spectacular, right?”

Su Changqing showed anticipation in his eyes, and then he chuckled and put away the bell.

And at this moment, the communication talisman on the waist began to vibrate.

He picked it up and saw that it was indeed the news from Zhou Yu that he was about to leave, but the content inside made Su Changqing's eyes freeze.

[Brother Changqing, a large number of dark cultists have emerged and are leaving early. Come quickly! ]

"Dark Cultist?"

Su Changqing had doubts in his eyes and whispered softly,

"what is that?"

(End of this chapter)