Chapter 496 A Sincere Martial Artist

"Of course, those above the outer scene are already strong, not talented." The old emperor added.

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows, his expression became solemn, which means that Xuan Zhen, Bai Qi Gu and other perfect half-step can participate in the Qionghua Banquet?

The talent comparison is okay, but if there is a fight later, it is really difficult for me to fight, and I can barely protect myself at most. To get the first place, do I have to rely on Zhao Laowu, who is also perfect half-step?

Let alone boasting in front of the saint and severing the cause and effect of the flesh, Zhao Laowu has been promoted not long ago, and Xuan Zhen and Bai Qi Gu are both strong people with no shortage of resources in the realm of cultivation, so the hope of winning is probably less than 30%.

In this way, the task of the Six Paths seems too difficult, far exceeding the level represented by the reward of 1,500 good deeds!

Unless the fight in the Qionghua Banquet has other restrictions or modes?

While Meng Qi was thinking, Wang Zai looked at Yan Chong, the "Long River of Sword Qi" who was walking slowly, and laughed: "As the emperor said before, the focus is on cultivating emotions and polishing the soul. Therefore, it is different from the normal talent competition. It mainly depends on whether one's own spiritual realm is displayed in the talent. Of course, those who are good at talent will definitely get a bonus." After all, a person who is good at playing the zither can definitely show it better in this way than a beginner. Putting away his doubts and solemnity, Meng Qi calmed down and watched Yan Chong walk to the winding river: "I wonder what talent Yan Chong has?" He remembered that Yan Chong came from a small sect. Even if he had an adventure, he should not have received any instruction in zither, chess, calligraphy and painting like himself. When asking questions, the entourage of Jin Wang Zhao Yi had already presented a table, a copper stove, tea cups, tea cakes and other items. "It should be the tea ceremony." Wang Zai nodded slightly. That's fine! Meng Qi was slightly surprised, and then he remembered what Wang Zai had said just now. The way of talent is not only about music, chess, calligraphy and painting. As for how to judge the winner of different events, it depends on the "realm"!

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

After Yan Chong saluted, he lit a fire to boil water, and wielded a knife to pry tea. His movements were smooth and his knife moves were natural and orderly. Seeing everyone's hearts calmed down.

When the tea was boiling, white steam rose, and Yan Chong brewed tea leisurely, revealing a tranquil and far-reaching artistic conception.

"Please taste the tea, Your Majesty." Yan Chong's voice was neither slow nor hurried, and the teacup in his hand flew to the high platform.

The speed was not fast, but extremely stable, like a flowing cup, without any water splashing out. It can be seen that Yan Chong's control of the release of true energy and his own strength has reached the limit of enlightenment, and there is also the help of the power of heaven and earth.

The chief eunuch Gao Jinzhong took the teacup, checked it, and brought it to the old emperor.

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

Wang Zai followed and said: "Brother Yan is good at the momentum of the sea tide, surging and surging, but when he brews tea, he has the gentleness of the gurgling water and the tranquility of the lake under the moon, which shows his heart. Moreover, his every move is slow and orderly. He has mastered the tea ceremony and achieved peace and tranquility with focused and orderly movements."

"Good." Meng Qi didn't know whether to praise Yan Chong's tea ceremony or praise Wang Zai for his clear explanation. In short, he gave up the idea of ​​competing in tea ceremony. He would definitely not lose to Yan Chong in showing his state of mind, but he couldn't be so perfect in other aspects, and the difference was immediately judged!

Then what should he show?

Sing a song? Use the book to contain the sword?

As he was thinking, the scene was quite quiet. I don't know how many people who were eager to try gave up the idea of ​​going out, because they felt that they were outdone by Yan Chong, so it was better not to humiliate themselves, lest they leave a bad impression by boasting in front of the emperor, and compete on the topics they are good at later!

As for Bai Qigu, she never thought about showing her talent at all!

At this time, Xuan Zhen, who was beside the prince, stepped out, asked for paper and pen, and saluted with his palms together.

"The way of calligraphy..." Meng Qi played with the teacup in front of him.

Xuan Zhen threw the white paper into the air, and then he jumped up and splashed ink in a place where there was no support.

This seemed to be impetuous and boastful, but Xuan Zhen's expression was focused, his eyes were calm, and every stroke was like a lotus blooming.

Both the person and the paper fell slowly, like the Buddha descending from the sky, without a domineering seal, compassionate and peaceful.

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

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning, so they should be viewed in this way."

These twenty characters each have their own style, some are vigorous, some are majestic, some are thin, some are dancing wildly, some are rigorous in structure, vigorous and solemn, and some are lively and vivid, with full curves and no repetition.

So many calligraphy styles squeezed into a piece of paper should be complicated and "noisy", but at first glance, it is natural and smooth, and you can feel the light and timeless Zen.

Different characters, different appearances, all appearances are not appearances, and Zen is revealed.

"This is an imitation of the inscription of the Diamond Sutra in the Banshan Pavilion of Shaolin, which 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 had admired the stone tablet left by the monk Luohan before, and naturally felt different when he saw this calligraphy: "Although it is a little immature, the Zen meaning contained is not much different. After experiencing different phases, it proves that all phases are not phases, and sees the Tathagata..."

The two of them talked back and forth, which made many children from aristocratic families who could only feel the profound Zen meaning but could not appreciate its origin suddenly realize it.

Wang Zai sighed: "My foolish brother originally wanted to write the Righteousness Song, but after seeing this post by Zen Master Xuanzhen, I dare not pick up the pen."

So the art of calligraphy and painting is no longer good... Meng Qi was filled with "anger" and gave up the idea of ​​using calligraphy to imply the sword.

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

He was also very shrewd, and did not show any bad feelings when facing the Shaolin monks.

Xuan Zhen chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and said slowly: "Everyone in the world has Zen, but they are confused by all kinds of appearances and it is difficult to see the Tathagata. Our Buddhist sect does not force sentient beings to convert. We only wish to explore with you the way to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore."

Everyone frowned slightly. Is this saying that the prince's path does not exclude dissidents?

However, the dispute between the sect and the family, how can it be eliminated with a speech? The people of the major top families retracted their eyes and remained calm.

Although the sect has always wanted to interfere with the court for so many years, this is the only time that such a big fanfare has been made, so they are all on guard and cross the prince off the list in their hearts.

To be honest, if the monks around the prince had not been traitors in the past, who leaked his belief in Buddhism and his desire to build a Buddhist kingdom on earth, I would have been fooled by his previous appearance!

As for now, hum, he is struggling to death!

After Xuan Zhen walked back to the high platform where the prince was, fewer and fewer people wanted to leave, and they all looked at the Ruan family. Ruan Ershiyi Niang is the most beautiful in Jiangdong, and she is born with a heart of music. If she doesn't come out now, what time will she wait?

Suddenly, someone laughed loudly, stepped into the air, and landed in the arena. It was Cui Zhe, the "Purple Extreme Sword".

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

The sound of the flute slowly spread, dissipated in the water, dissipated in the mountains and forests, gloomy and frustrated, lonely and ethereal, the front was like a surging sea tide, waves undulating, and he stood on the bow of the boat, drifting with the waves.

As far as the eye can see, the sea and the sky are one color, without boundaries. Between the vast world, I am alone, rowing the boat.

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

The artistic conception, charm, and melody are all perfect, which makes many people feel sad.

The flow of the river seems to slow down, the lake surface is getting quieter, and there are no more birds singing in the forest, which makes it even quieter.

The lingering sound lingers in the heart, and everyone is caught in this artistic conception, and they are all speechless for a while.

"Ming Chao's hair was loose and he played with a small boat, and he got the taste of the distant sound of the flute..." Wang Zai sighed, "In terms of pure talent, Brother Cui is better than Master Xuanzhen and Brother Yan, but it's hard to tell who is better in terms of artistic conception."

He turned his head to look at Meng Qi: "Brother, I really don't dare to come on stage to show my ugliness."

Meng Qi was about to agree, but suddenly he had an idea and smiled slightly, "Since you are not only good at 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. Wasn't he joking just now? Why take it so seriously?

Brother Wang Zai, you are too upright!

After the emperor's evaluation, Cui Zhe returned to the table. Just when everyone turned their eyes to Ruan Yushu, they suddenly saw a man rushing into the field. He had a beautiful body movement, was standing in the air, and his clothes fluttered, like an immortal.

"Su Ziyuan, what do you have to show?" The old emperor obviously didn't expect Meng Qi to come on stage, and was quite surprised.

The path of talent and the names of Thunder Blade Mad Monk, Mang Jin Gang, and Mad Blade are naturally incompatible!

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Meng Qi did not speak, picked up a piece of rotten wood by the river, sat cross-legged, and cut off the outer appearance with his palm.

Just now he remembered the matter of the magic sword puppet, and remembered that he had seen Mr. Lu carving puppets. The tranquility and concentration contained in it could not be described by words!

Carving is also a talent!

Those who learn from me will live, and those who imitate me will die... After Meng Qi silently recited this sentence, his mind was calm and returned to Pinghu. He carved slowly with his palm knife and finger sword.

Today he was wearing a blue shirt, which was more casual than the masculine and heroic black suit. Although he sat on the ground, he was not rude at all, but showed a leisurely and contented demeanor.

Wang Zai and others didn't think anything at first. Meng Qi's carving was ordinary and there was no artistic conception. It seemed that he was there purely to liven up the atmosphere.

But as Meng Qi carved deeper, they gradually felt something was wrong. Their eyes seemed to move with Meng Qi's hands. He was so focused and pious that they also followed his focus and piety.

After focusing, they could forget their worries. The troubles and worries in their hearts gradually faded, their impetuousness subsided, their anxiety disappeared, and they devoted themselves to observing the carving.

This feeling was not only felt by the awakened ones, but even the half-step and the outer scene strongmen also felt it, but they were not so immersed.

No one spoke at the scene, only the gurgling sound and the sound of birds echoed, which made it more quiet.

The palm sword and the finger knife were natural and varied, and the pious and focused state cleansed the soul.

After an unknown period of time, Meng Qi stopped. The wooden sculpture in his palm was completed, which was similar to the emperor and had a unique charm.

Everyone was calm and peaceful, with a peaceful mind and a smile on their faces.

Meng Qi flew the puppet to the old emperor. It made no sound of breaking through the air, as if it was enjoying the journey devoutly.

After taking the puppet and playing with it for a while, the old emperor suddenly sighed: "Focus, tranquility, and sincerity 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: "Just now, I thought it was some perfect half-step promoted external scene strongman. The 'knife' and 'sword' are both pious and attract people's attention."

Meng Qi smiled and nodded, accepting Wang Zai's praise calmly. Although he did not have the realm of Mr. Lu, he could imitate the momentum of the master, and his own level of returning to nature was of course amazing.

The only problem was that he had never learned carving, so his carving was not good enough. It only had the charm, which could barely be called freehand.

In the silence of the crowd, Ruan Yushu walked down the high platform slowly with the guqin in his arms.