1388: C1388 The zither song suppressed you, did you submit or not!

C1388 The zither song suppressed you, did you submit or not!

Originally, when he heard that someone had obtained a perfect score, Duan Zehua's expression was filled with disbelief.

Could it be that the poem I wrote this time is just to the taste of the examiners?

He had obtained a perfect score for the civil war.

After so many years of Hall Competition and so many top scorers, no one was able to get a perfect score.

This time around, it was even stricter than the Hall Competition.

Although the difficulty of the exam wasn't too far off, the formation this time was too terrifying!

The Four Great Elders were all present, along with the powerful Warring States forces that had yet to reveal themselves.

If he could get full marks in this situation...

Could it be that the heavens really care about me so much?

But right after that, Xie Xiong revealed his name.

Two words.

Chu Yun.

The smile on Duan Zehua's face froze in an instant.

He sucked in a mouthful of cold air in disbelief. He took a few steps back in succession, and his pupils violently contracted.

How to describe the feeling of shock?

It was as if someone had suddenly pointed at a beggar and said that he was actually the emperor.

"Am I hearing things?"

Even someone as strong as Zhen Yulan could not help but blurt out at this moment.

She said what many people were thinking.

The civil war, full marks.

This was an untouchable height, even if it really did appear, it could only be Duan Zehua.

After all, Duan Zehua's name was out in the open, and he had the title of an Elementary Scholar. Although he was shocked by the score, it was understandable.

But, why did it have to be Chu Yun with a perfect score?

His performance in the battle, a single move killing Duan Zehua, shocked everyone.

He actually got a perfect score in the civil war?

Was there really such a monster in this world?

All of the cultivators present looked at Xie Xiong in shock, of course some of them turned to look at him.

Mo Bai was so shocked that his mouth was wide open.

Wang Feng was dumbfounded.

Yu Wen was shocked and his chest felt a little stuffy.

Chu Yun was not someone from the Tai Cang World, so he could not be considered to be on good terms with those scholars, and even if they were close, they would not dare to seek favors for their own benefit.

The most important thing was that, when His Majesty Xie Xiong had personally gone in to rate them, he had reviewed all the papers.

To be able to gain the approval of His Majesty and achieve a perfect score ?

Many people did not dare to think of this.

"Your Majesty, this subject would like to ask a question."

Duan Zehua forcefully suppressed the raging emotions in his body, and tried to make his voice as calm as possible.

"I know what you want to ask, and I also know what you want to know."

Xie Xiong laughed indifferently, extended his hand and threw the exam papers up. The words written on the papers flew up into the sky, and like a miracle, they floated down, cascading down from the sky like a waterfall.

Wild grass!

This kind of style hung in the sky like a heavenly book.

Some of the cultivators were stupefied.

They couldn't even read the words, so they thought they were just randomly scribbling.

Cultivators with a bit of literary knowledge might be able to understand the uniqueness of these words, but they were unable to see what was even deeper.

After all, he had defeated many opponents back then in order to obtain the identity of the Champion of the Hall Competition.

With a single glance, his heart sank.

Why had he never seen such calligraphy before?

Chu Yun, did you create a style by yourself?

He didn't want to admit it, but there was no way he could avoid this. He could only brace himself and continue watching.

When he finished reading a poem, he was so shocked that he couldn't breathe.

Compete?

Hehe.

What competition?

In front of him, his poetry was like a pile of shit!

No, two.

Just this' Shuidiao Getou, when will Brightmoon be available 'poem was enough to instantly kill off all of Song Yue's poems. Since ancient times, so many scholars have left so many classics behind, but even if all of them were added together, they would still not be able to match up to this poem.

The key point was that when paired with this unique writing style and writing style, it actually had an even deeper meaning.

I don't deserve it.

I'm not worthy at all.

Duan Zehua's face became extremely ugly. After reading the first poem, he already had an answer in his heart.

However, he still could not control his gaze and moved on to the next song, "Even though it was the longevity of a turtle".

After reading, Duan Zehua's mind was buzzing.

After staring blankly for a long time, he lowered his head dejectedly.

If he questioned it again, he would only be humiliating himself.

Everyone who had seen these two poems, regardless of whether they had talent or not, regardless of whether they could fully comprehend them, they were all shocked to the core.

None of them were stupid.

The charm of these two poems, even if one were to comprehend only one percent, would be sufficient to instantly defeat other poems of the same type.

"Is there anyone else who isn't convinced? Do you still need me to release the papers of the others? "

Xie Xiong's gaze was deep, and he asked.

The four of them all lowered their heads in shame, especially Duan Zehua, whose face was flushed red.

"Since there aren't any, I shall announce the results of the others."

"Duan Zehua, ninety-six points."

"Mo Bai, ninety-three."

"Afterheat, 92 points."

"Wang Feng, 90 points."

"?"

The moment this score was released, Duan Zehua's expression slightly eased up.

Luckily, he was only left with four out of ten.

Adding on the 25 points from the Martial Competition, it was 29 points.

Although it was a lot, Duan Zehua was confident that he could get a very high score in the final sound battle.

Of course, it would be extremely difficult for him to achieve the opposite.

Unless Chu Yun could only get sixty to seventy points, and he could get more than ninety-five points!

Was it easy?

Duan Zehua, who had always been full of confidence, actually felt sweat on his palms. He took a few deep breaths consecutively, but was unable to adjust his state of mind.

It was easier said than done!

He did not know what Chu Yun was capable of, but purely according to common sense, with such a monster in both martial and civil battles, you should have some weakness, right?

If you get full marks in the sound battle, then I'll just knock my head off.

Duan Zehua's eyes turned red, he knew he still had a chance.

Although the chances were very slim, the judge of the war was Ning Zongyuan, his master.

If he was far ahead of everyone else, Ning Zongyuan would somewhat take care of him. It wouldn't be difficult for him to get thirty points out of one in front of the other.

When he thought here, his mood gradually settled down.

After the announcement of the results, Xie Xiong placed his hands behind his back and said faintly, "It's getting late, the five of you will have an hour of preparation time.

One hour!

This time was very tight.

Duan Zehua silently told himself in his heart that he could adjust his state of mind for an hour.

Chu Yun sat there unconcernedly, tasting the pastries in front of him.

Regarding the sound battle, he had actually prepared a song in private. It was one of China's top ten songs, < < High Mountains and Running Water > >.

In his previous life, Chu Yun had practiced the zither for two years, but this < < High Mountains and Running Water > > had been improved for many years, so it was actually not hard to learn. To this day, Chu Yun still remembered to play it.

The most important part of the zither song was its charm and artistic conception.

Now that he had such a powerful cultivation, if he played it again, would his charm and concept be completely different from before?

He didn't know.

But what was certain was that even the simplified version of < < High Mountains and Running Water > > was enough to instantly kill them all!

After all, one of the top ten famous ancient songs, do you think it's a joke?

He did not know what the sound battle was about, but he had heard that it was a test of one's manners. He only hoped that he would not be deducted too much in other areas.

An hour passed quickly.

Four identical guqin were brought up. Why four?

When Wang Feng saw Chu Yun achieve a perfect score and him being last, he was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.

There was no way to compare the sound battles.

There were only four people out there.

In any case, it was still the same whether he was ranked last or not.

Xie Xiong's gaze swept across his surroundings and instantly fell silent, so quiet that even his breathing could not be heard.

"Each person will play an original zither song, who wants to go first?"

Xie Xiong shouted.

"Your subject!"

Just as Duan Zehua was about to play the zither, he saw Chu Yun walking in front of the zither before him, and shouted: "I will go first!"

In an instant, all gazes gathered on him.

"Alright, you do it."

Xie Xiong no longer held Chu Yun in contempt at first.

Because he could feel that the golden-armored lady seemed to value Chu Yun a lot.

Chu Yun immediately sat in front of the guqin, rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands on it.

Upon seeing this sight, all of the cultivators present frowned.

"So crude, without any basic self-restraint."

"This should be deducted, right?"

"He's even sitting in the wrong position. Does he even understand the rhythm?"

"?"

A voice of doubt quietly sounded.

Of course, they didn't dare to make a ruckus, so they could only grumble in low voices.

With Ning Zongyuan in the lead, the few grandmasters of the rhythm saw this scene and frowned slightly.

Sound battles didn't just test the rhythm, they also tested one's behavior and recuperation.

How to treat the zither, how to behave in a solemn manner, the movements before playing the zither were all compulsory lessons for the nobility. This was because playing the zither itself was an elegant thing, like being the snow in the sun.

Each of these points would be deducted if they did not reach the required level.

Seeing this scene, Duan Zehua was overjoyed.

Great!

Chu Yun this guy, just based on etiquette, got deducted at least twenty points!

I have a chance!

On the other side.

Li Yaoxing frowned.

Zhen Yulan was overjoyed.

Mo Yuan and Mo Chi all had complicated feelings.

Just like that, he lost twenty points?

Chu Yun did not care about all these, he played the zither with all his might, and then used both of his fingers to play.

The sound of the zither was an ancient scent.

This tune of "High Mountains and Running Water" directly used a few short notes to draw a person into an illusionary world.

The terror of famous songs was that no one needed you to spend much time and effort to understand the meaning of them.

Everyone was quietly listening. They didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, fearing that they would disturb the heavenly music.

In just a few short breaths of time, the wonderful scene was vividly displayed.

Xie Xiong was shocked.

Li Yaoxing was shocked.

Zhen Yulan was shocked.

Mo Yuan was shocked.

Mo Chi was shocked.

As for Duan Zehua, he was so scared that he was about to faint.2

Instant kill! Another instant kill!

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