Chapter 496 Those who are loyal to martial arts

Chapter 496 Those who are loyal to martial arts

"Of course, people above the exterior scene are already strong and cannot be considered talents." The old emperor added.

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and his expression became solemn. In other words, Xuanzhen, Bai Qigu and other perfect half-steps can participate in the Qionghua Banquet?

The ratio of talents is not bad. If there is a fight later, I will really be difficult to defeat. I can barely protect myself. Does it mean that Zhao Laowu has to rely on Zhao Laowu who is also perfect in half a step to become the leader?

Putting aside the boasts before the saints about ending the cause and effect of the physical body, Zhao Laowu had not been promoted for a long time, and Xuanzhen and Bai Qigu were both strong men with abundant resources in the realm of martial arts, so the hope of winning was probably not even 30%.

As a result, the task of the Six Paths seems too difficult, far exceeding the level represented by the reward of 1,500 good deeds!

Unless there are other restrictions or modes for Qionghua Banquet’s combat?

While Meng Qi was deep in thought, Wang Zai looked at Yan Chong, the "Sword Qi Changhe" who slowly appeared, and said with a smile: "What the emperor said before is that the focus is on cultivating temperament and polishing the soul, so it is different from normal people. The competition for talent is different. It mainly depends on whether one's own spiritual realm is shown in the talent. Of course, those who are good at the talent will definitely get bonuses. "

After all, a person who is good at piano skills will definitely be able to show off in this way better than a beginner.

Putting aside his doubts and solemnity, Meng Qi calmed down and watched Yan Chong walk to the winding river: "I wonder what Yan Chong's talent is?"

He remembered that Yan Chong was from a small sect. Even if he had adventures, he should have never received any instruction in music, chess, calligraphy and painting like himself.

During the questioning, the entourage of King Zhao Yi of Jin had already presented the table, copper stove, tea cups, tea cakes and other items.

"It should be a tea ceremony." Wang Zai nodded slightly.

This works too! Meng Qi was slightly surprised, and then he remembered what Wang Zai had just said, that the only way to achieve talent is to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting. As for how to judge the outcome of different projects, it naturally depends on the "realm"!

After all, I also pretended to be a master of tea ceremony... Meng Qi suddenly felt happy.

After Yan Chong saluted, he lit a fire to boil water and wielded a knife to pry the tea. His movements were smooth and flowing, and the power of the knife was self-contained and slow and orderly. He watched everyone calm down.

After one boil, two boils and three boils, the white gas rises, and Yan Chong makes tea leisurely, revealing a tranquil and far-reaching artistic conception.

"Please have some tea, Your Majesty." Yan Chong's voice was slow and unhurried, and he dropped the teacup in his hand and flew to the high platform.

The speed is not fast, but extremely smooth, like a meandering stream of water, without any water splashing out. This shows that Yan Chong's control over the external release of Qi and his own strength has reached the limit of enlightenment, and there is hidden power from heaven and earth to help him.

Gao Jinzhong, the general manager of the palace, caught the tea cup, inspected it, and sent it to the old emperor.

Zhao Mingyu took a sip, nodded and smiled: "Good tea, good tea ceremony!"

Wang Zai followed up and said: "Brother Yan is good at the power of the sea tide. When he makes tea, he has the softness of the gurgling water and the tranquility of the flat lake under the moon. This shows his heart. Moreover, his every move is soothing and smooth. He has gained the samadhi of tea ceremony." , achieve peace and tranquility through focused and orderly movement.”

"Good." Meng Qi didn't know whether to praise Yan Chong for his good tea ceremony or praise Wang Zai for his clear explanation. In short, he gave up the idea of ​​competing in the tea ceremony. He would definitely not lose to Yan Chong when he showed his state of mind, but he couldn't do the same in other aspects. Perfect, let’s judge!

So what to show?

Sing a song? Use books to hide swords?

While he was thinking, the scene was quite quiet. Many people who were eager to give it a try had given up the idea of ​​ending up because they felt that they had been beaten by Yan Chong, so it was better not to humiliate themselves, lest they show off in front of the Holy Spirit and leave a bad impression. Let’s compete on the topics we are good at later!

As for Bai Qigu, she never thought about showing off her talents!

At this time, Xuanzhen, who was beside the prince, stepped out, asked for a pen and paper, put his hands together and saluted.

"The art of calligraphy..." Meng Qi played with the tea cup in front of him.

Xuanzhen threw the white paper into the air, jumped up, and splashed ink on the place where he had no place to rely on.

This may seem impetuous and boastful, but Xuanzhen's expression is focused, his eyes are calm, and every stroke is like a lotus blooming.

Both the person and the paper fall slowly, like the Buddha descending from the sky, not pinching the seal of tyranny, compassionate and peaceful.

With his feet touching the ground, Xuanzhen pressed his hand, and the white paper turned over, revealing the words on it:

"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."

Each of these twenty characters has its own style, some vigorous, some majestic, some thin, some dancing wildly, some rigorously structured, powerful and solemn, some lively and lively, all round and round, without any repetition.

With so many calligraphy styles squeezed into one piece of paper, it should be complicated and "noisy", but at a glance, it is natural and smooth, and feels light and meaningful Zen.

Different characters, different phases, all phases are not phases, the Zen mind appears by itself.

"This imitation of the inscription on the Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra at the Half-mountain Pavilion in Shaolin shows the Buddhist state of mind of Zen Master Xuanzhen." Wang Zai seemed to have read the post and sighed in a low voice.

Meng Qi once admired the stone tablet left by the Arhat monk. Looking at the calligraphy, he had a different feeling: "Although it is a little immature, the Zen meaning contained is not much different. I have experienced different appearances and proved that all appearances are not appearances." , to see the Tathagata..."

The two of them said something to each other, which made many children of aristocratic families who could only feel the meaning of Zen but could not understand its origin suddenly realized.

Wang Zai sighed: "Brother Yu originally wanted to write a poem about Zhengqi, but when he saw Zen Master Xuanzhen's post, he didn't dare to write."

Therefore, the art of calligraphy and painting was lost again... Meng Qi implied "sorrow and anger" and gave up the idea of ​​using books to contain swords.

"Zen Master has understood the true meaning of Buddhism." The old emperor praised.

He is also very sophisticated and does not show any bad feelings when facing the Shaolin monks.

Xuanzhen announced the Buddha's name in a low voice and said slowly: "Everyone in the world has a Zen mind, but they are confused by various appearances and find it difficult to see the Tathagata. Our Buddhist sect is not forcing sentient beings to take refuge. We are only willing to explore with you the way to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore. "

Everyone frowned slightly. Are you saying that the prince's path is not exclusive of dissidents?

But how can the dispute between the sect and the aristocratic family be eliminated with just a few words? The people from the top aristocratic families withdrew their gazes and remained calm.

Although for so many years, the sect has always thought of adding sand to the imperial court, this was the only time that such a big fanfare was done, so they were all on guard and crossed the prince off their list of names.

To be honest, if the monk next to the prince hadn't turned out to be a traitor and leaked the fact that he believed in Buddhism and wanted to build a Buddhist kingdom on earth, we wouldn't have been fooled by his previous appearance!

As for now, huh, struggling to the death!

After Xuanzhen walked back to the high platform where the prince was, there were fewer and fewer people who wanted to die. They all looked at the Ruan family. Ruan Twenty-one was the most beautiful woman in the east of the Yangtze River and had a natural heart for playing the piano. If she didn't come out now, how about later?

Suddenly, someone laughed loudly, stepped into the air, and fell into the field. It was Cui Che, the "Purple Extreme Sword".

He saluted with a smile, put a purple jade flute in his hand, brought it to his lips, pressed it with both hands, and blew out a melodious and distant sound.

The sound of the flute slowly swayed, radiating in the water, radiating in the mountains and forests, melancholy, lonely and misty. The front was like a turbulent sea tide, the waves were undulating, and I stood on the bow of the ship, drifting with the waves.

As far as the eye can see, the sea and sky are the same color, with no boundaries. Between the vast sky and the earth, I can only be alone, sailing in the boat.

The sound of the flute is getting lower and lower, and the sea is silent and surging.

The artistic conception, charm and melody are all perfect, making many people feel sentimental.

The flow of the river seemed to slow down, the lake became quieter, and there were no more birds singing in the forest, making it even more silent.

The lingering sound lingered in their hearts. Everyone fell into this artistic conception and remained silent for a moment.

"In the Ming Dynasty, it was like making a flat boat, and the sound of the flute was far away..." Wang Zai sighed, "In terms of pure talent, Brother Cui is better than Zen Master Xuanzhen and Brother Yan, but in terms of artistic conception, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low."

He turned his head and looked at Meng Qi: "Brother Yu really doesn't dare to show his shame anymore."

Meng Qi was about to agree when something suddenly moved in his heart. He smiled slightly and said, "Since it's not just about playing chess, calligraphy and painting, I would like to try it."

Wang Zai was slightly stunned: "Whistle?"

Meng Qi's expression was stunned, and he felt embarrassed inside. Wasn't it a joke just now? Why take it so seriously?

Brother Wang Zai, you are too square!

After the emperor's comments, Cui Zhe returned to the table. Just when everyone turned their attention to Ruan Yushu, he suddenly saw a man walking into the arena. He had wonderful movements, could use his body to touch the wind, and his clothes were fluttering, looking like an immortal.

"Su Ziyuan, what do you want to show me?" The old emperor obviously did not expect Meng Qi's end and was quite surprised.

The way of talent and the names of Thunder Sword Mad Monk, Mang King Kong, and Crazy Sword naturally do not fit in!

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Meng Qi said nothing. He picked up a piece of rotten wood by the river, sat cross-legged, turned his palm into a knife, and cut off the outside.

Just now he thought about the Excalibur puppet, and remembered that he had seen Mr. Lu carving the puppet. The tranquility and concentration contained in it cannot be described in words!

Sculpting is also a talent!

Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die... After Meng Qi recited these words silently, his mind was at peace and he returned to Pinghu. He pointed the sword and carved without haste.

Today he was wearing a green shirt, which looked more casual than the masculine and heroic look of his black outfit. Although he was sitting on the floor, he was not rude at all, but showed a leisurely and contented attitude.

Wang Zai and others didn't think anything of it at first. Meng Qi's carvings were ordinary and had no artistic conception. They seemed to be purely there to liven up the atmosphere.

But as Meng Qi's carving deepened, they gradually felt that something was wrong. Their eyes seemed to be following Meng Qi's hands. He was so focused and pious that he himself also followed suit.

After concentrating, they can forget their worries. The troubles and worries in their hearts gradually fade away, their impetuousness subsides, their anxiety disappears, and they devote themselves wholeheartedly to observing the sculptures.

This feeling is felt not only by enlightenment, but also by half-step and outdoor scenes experts, but it's just not that immersive.

No one spoke, only the sounds of gurgling and birdsong echoed, adding to the quietness.

The sword in the hand and the knife in the hand are natural, with changes in each one, and the pious and focused attitude cleanses the soul.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi stopped. The wooden sculpture in his palm was ready, resembling the emperor, and with a unique charm.

But everyone was calm and peaceful, with peaceful minds and smiles.

Meng Qi flew the puppet towards the old emperor. It made no sound, as if it was enjoying the journey religiously.

After catching the puppet and playing with it, the old emperor suddenly sighed: "Those who are focused, peaceful, and sincere in martial arts will be rewarded."

Meng Qi bowed and returned to his seat. Wang Zai looked at him for a long time and said sincerely: "Brother Yu just now thought he was a strong man on the scene who had perfected his promotion in half a step. Every sword and sword was pious and attracted people's concentration. "

Meng Qi chuckled and nodded, and accepted Wang Zai's praise calmly. Although he was not at the level of Mr. Lu Da, he was able to imitate the momentum in eighty-nine years. Coupled with his own level of returning to nature, it was certainly amazing.

The only problem is that I have never learned carving, and my carving is not good enough. It only has charm, which can barely be called freehand brushwork.

While everyone was silent, Ruan Yushu walked down the high platform slowly, holding his guqin in his arms.