Mr. Shuijing Sima Hui raised his hand and ordered someone to carry a guqin.

Everyone knows that Sima Hui has the talent to stabilize the country, but he has seen through the secular world and is unwilling to use his talents for the sake of the times. Sima Hui is silent and willing to live in seclusion in Yangdi hometown and live a life of farming. Sima Hui never discusses others, and if someone asks him, he will not praise him. He always says good, good, good. People are nicknamed "Haohao Mr.".

Zhou Yu looked carefully and saw that Sima Hui's guqin was about seven feet long and had seven strings on it. The seven strings were raised and the part of the inheritance was turned through Yueshan and dragon gums, and turned to a pair of "geese feet" at the bottom of the guqin, symbolizing the seven stars. The guqin lacquer has broken patterns and looks like plum blossoms. The guqin with broken patterns has clear sound and beautiful appearance, so it is even more precious. Zhou Yu's heart moved. There is a guqin with broken plum blossoms, which is rare in the world. Could this guqin be the green silk used by Sima Xiangru?

Zhou Yu was busy secretly exerting his internal strength to enhance his eyesight. He could clearly see that the guqin was black all over, faintly green, like green vines lingering on ancient trees. From this, Zhou Yu concluded that this zither must be green. In the past, Sima Xiangru played a song "Phoenix Seeking a Phoenix" to Zhuo Wenjun with this zither, which deeply touched Zhuo Wenjun. After listening to the zither, Zhuo Wenjun understood the meaning of the zither, and couldn't help but blush and be intoxicated. In order to repay her soulmate's encounter, she ran to Xiangru's residence at night and made a good relationship. Since then, Sima Xiangru pursued Wenjun with the zither, which has been passed down as a legend for the eternal period.

When everyone saw Sima Hui showing off the guqin, they thought that the last competition was playing the guqin. Sun Ce couldn't help but sigh and glanced at Zhou Yu from time to time. "There is a mistake in the music, Zhou Langgu." Zhou Yu was proficient in music and played the guqin easily. This competition must be the first one again.

Sima Hui walked slowly to the guqin, straightened his clothes, sat down solemnly, stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the strings, "Zheng~~Zheng~~Zheng~~Zheng~~" A few clear sounds of piano sounded. Sima Hui stopped his movements and said aloud: "You are riding and shooting, writing, and dancing swords, probably thank you for your hard work. I suddenly changed my mind. If you don't test the piano skills in this game, play a song first to let you relax."

After saying that, Sima Hui plucked the strings with his right hand, pressed the strings with his left hand to pick the sound, and began to play. Seeing that he was calm, his technique was elegant, and his sound was pleasant, he knew that Sima Hui was a master of piano skills. As the saying goes, those who are a layman watch the excitement, those who are an expert in the art of the art, Sun Ce and Zhang Ren do not understand the rhythm of the piano, but they just think it sounds nice and it is difficult to understand the content. They saw Sima Hui's hands moving quickly on the strings, and their right hand used the techniques of supporting, breaking, wiping, picking, hooking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, picking, pulling, plucking, rolling, and using the techniques of singing, chanting, chucking, knocking, bumping, going, retreating, and rising, and starting, were complicated and complicated, just like dancing.

Clear notes kept flying out of the strings and pouring into Zhou Yu's ears. Zhou Yu closed his eyes and listened carefully, feeling that he was already in the shore of Xizi Lake with red and green peach and green willows, blooming flowers, shining brightly, and he rode his horse on the bank and embankment, and the warm wind blew softly. The wild flowers and shallow grass had not yet grown tall, and could not cover the horse's hooves...

Zhou Yu heard that the song played by Sima Hui was "Yangchun", which depicted a beautiful spring scenery in Jiangnan with the meticulous and meticulous sound. However, Sima Hui added some of his understanding of the songs to the play, and expressed his worries about the troubled times in it. It sounded more helpless and more worried.

The sound of the piano was gurgling, and Zhou Yu's emotions fluctuated with the sound of the piano. When he heard it, Zhou Yu suddenly gained something. He quickly grabbed the pen that had not been taken away on the desk, dipped it in ink, and wrote it like flying. After a moment, a poem appeared on the paper.

At this time, Sima Hui finished playing, and he saw Zhou Yu's movements just after the corner of his eyes. He was surprised and didn't know what this handsome young man was doing. Sima Hui stood up, walked slowly to Zhou Yu, picked up the paper on the table, and read softly:

"The red silk leaves the dust and leaves, the green mountains pay homage to the Buddhist banquet. The golden rope opens the road to enlightenment, the treasure raft spreads the rivers. The trees gather and fly over the river, the rocks and flowers cover the valleys and springs. The tower shapes the sea moon, and the towers are filled with river smoke. The fragrance is three days, and the bells are connected to the valleys. The lotus is full of autumn beads, and the pine covers are already round. The birds gather and ask to hear the Dharma, and the dragon ginseng is like protecting Zen. It is ashamed of not the rhyme of flowing water, and it is lingering into the strings of Boya."

The more Sima Hui read, the more he felt that this poem was appropriate to his heart. After reading it, he couldn't help but scream. Sima Hui suddenly turned around, his eyes were hot, and he firmly grabbed Zhou Yu's hand and said, "No less than a thousand people have heard of me playing the piano, but only Gongjin~~You know my heart best~~~"

Zhou Yu was naturally humble. Sima Hui lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and suddenly exclaimed: "Are you the Zhou Lang in the folk saying "There is a mistake, Zhou Langgu"?" Zhou Yu smiled and nodded.

Sima Hui suddenly met a confidant in Qinyi. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He held Zhou Yu's hand and was about to have a good chat, but saw Pang Tai's urged eyes and hurriedly said, "Oh~~ I was too happy today and almost forgot about the serious business. Gongjin, on behalf of Gong Qiao, I will keep you for two days, you must not leave."

After saying that, Sima Hui ordered his servant to carry a flat stone slab and two clay pots and put it on the table. When Sun Ce looked carefully, he was so happy that he was about to jump up. It turned out that this was a stone Go chessboard. The chessboard was square, with four legs under the plate, and there were seventeen stairs in each lateral situation. The two clay pots were naturally black and white chess pieces.

All literati in the world love chess, calligraphy and painting, while Sun Ce only did a lot of hard research on playing Go and was also talented, so basically everyone around him could not beat him.

Seeing that everyone was surrounded, Sima Hui said loudly: "This is called chessboard, also known as Go. The game is square and quiet, the chess is round and moving, and to rule the world, establish this play by itself, and there is no solution in the world. A three-foot game is a battlefield. Chen gathers soldiers, and the two enemies are equal. In the past, Shun used his son Shang Junyi to play Go and teach him. Today, everyone will regard this chessboard as a battlefield and lead his soldiers to fight."

So, Pang Tai asked people to prepare several chessboards and chess pieces, and arranged for everyone to decide their opponents by drawing lots. Everyone sat down one after another and started fighting.

Zhou Yu's opponent in the first game was Jiang Wan. Although Jiang Wan's literary and martial arts were very good, his chess skills were average. Zhou Yu played very easily and occasionally chatted with Jiang Wan for a few words. Seeing that a big dragon in his middle abdomen was trapped and dying, Jiang Wan didn't have enough anger to survive after many struggles, he simply threw himself into his hands and admitted defeat.

Zhou Yu smiled and bowed, "Pong Yan, I've given up."

I know what happens next, and listen to the next chapter to explain it.
Chapter completed!