Evergreen will have a very ordinary beginning, with some unusual teenagers shining and ending in an ordinary way.

This time, the Evergreen Meeting is enough to be recorded in history, not only because this is the first Evergreen Meeting, but also because all the close disciples of the various sects have taken action here.

The merchants and officials who came to watch passed on the process and results of the fight between disciples of various sects.

It was not until tonight that people were surprised to find that the new generation of young people in the human world have reached this point.

People's worship of Emperor Yuanzong is even deeper, because all of this is attributed to the prosperous times he opened up.

The sects agreed that such a Qingtai meeting would be held at every ten meetings in the future. The sects would sit and discuss the Tao, which would be beneficial to those who participated in the 10 meetings.

It is exciting that the court also recognized this decision and promised to use Changqingtai as a venue for the sects to gather together before each tenth session, and officially as a must-have item for the tenth session, and the court and the Zigong Academy jointly organized the arrangement.

The files obtained by representatives of the sects in the side hall were burned down. The person responsible for writing the files was not a clerk but a eunuch. Afterwards, they were either found to be corrupt and bribed, or they were dropped into the deep palace to eliminate all possible leaks.

However, just halfway through the Evergreen Club, a nightingale flew up from the deep palace and merged with the night. After a long time in the air, she turned several turns and flew out of the palace and headed north.

The palace formation did not respond at all.

Concubine Leng came to the hall alone, and all the palace maids and guards were driven away, and she was the only one here.

Perhaps it was the prestige accumulated in daily life that made her beautiful face look a little chill, especially when Nightingale left, her eyes became colder and the temperature in the yard dropped a lot.

"Print it down and stew it into soup."

There was a breath in the shadows under the corner of the wall for a moment, and then disappeared into the night.

Concubine Leng's wide sleeves drooped slightly and returned to the hall.

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In the Zuixiao Tower,

Feng Xiaohan looked at Cui Weiming and asked strangely: "It's late at night, why are you still doing here?"

The night wind blew into the hall, blew the aroma of food into the corridor, and the waiter who was yawning sniffed, thinking why these two people are not sleeping yet?

Cui Weiming was slightly stunned when he heard this and said, "I can't sleep. Where can I be there if I don't have it?"

Feng Xiaohan said, "Liu Panpan's mother is the Princess of the Tang Dynasty. You have been in the capital for several days. Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high. Don't you sneak in and see me?"

"It's not that easy. What a good person, Uncle Master, I have spent several years unable to steal the Xuanhuang Sword Book. How could I sneak in?"

Cui Weiming said: "Anyway, there are still some worlds, so there is no hurry."

Feng Xiaohan thought so, so he asked, "How did Zhao Haotian steal the Xilin Xiaojian?"

Cui Weiming said: "He has a good cooking skills, is proficient in stealth and concealment, and has the black robe covering his body. As long as he has this courage, he will naturally have a way to steal something after a long time."

Looking at the world, only the palace protection formation in Kyoto City can be slightly stronger than it, but it is the same in perception. Zhao Haotian walked on the Twelve Peaks in the black robe, and the formation of Changming Sect did not respond at all. In the palace, as long as he was not seen by those stronger people, he would naturally walk freely.

Whenever Cui Weiming thought of this, he would be amazed at the strength of the black robe. Such a perfect concealment ability was almost comparable to a magical weapon. If it was used for assassination, it would be invincible.

Feng Xiaohan crushed the huge tongs of the lobster, revealing the delicious meat in it, and said, "What did you say in the side hall?"

Cui Weiming said lightly: "I said something you don't need to know."

Feng Xiaohan rolled his eyes and said, "The ten meetings will be held for thirteen days in total. After the end, we will set off to return to the sect. During this period, you have no time to withdraw. If you want to see her, you must do it as soon as possible."

Cui Weiming said: "It makes sense, I'll think of a solution."

The drizzle had stopped, but the wind was blowing, bringing a slight coolness and sensation. It also blew the water of Shenyan Lake, making a rustling sound.

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Ten will attract all the attention of the human world, and tourists who come to watch have already filled the inn.

The Qinzhihui is the first event, located in Dongting Lake.

Dongting Lake is surrounded by mountains, and the piano sounds echo in the mountains, making it more touching. It is a good place to play the piano.

At this time, there were many wooden boats parked in the lake, and the locations of the sects were on those boats, while the seats on the shore were left for the spectators.

Near the middle of the lake, there was a small blue boat parked, which attracted a lot of attention. The hull was extremely luxurious and the pattern of the formation could be seen from it. I think the one sitting inside should be a big man.

"The blue sky and white clouds are playing the piano above the blue waves, and there are birds singing to echo. It seems that today's piano meeting can be filled with blessings."

A green leaf fell into the middle of the lake, causing a faint ripples. The woman in white came stepping on the water and stood on the green leaf and gave a tribute. The sunlight reflected on her body was quite dazzling. Her voice was not loud but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

She smiled and said, "Without saying much, I will announce that the top ten meetings will be the first, and the Qinzhihui has officially begun. Who will come first?"

Just in the woman's plain tone, the Ten Meetings began as plain as the Changqing Meeting.

As soon as the words were finished, people's eyes fell on the side of Wangyue Pavilion.

Wangyue Pavilion is full of women, and he is better at the piano than other schools. Almost every tenth session of the Qin Festival is the disciple of Wangyue Pavilion.

The elders and more than ten girls in Wangyue Pavilion looked calm and had no intention of falling out. It seemed that they wanted to play a stunning song when the atmosphere was almost the same.

Suddenly, a small boat swam in front of the woman. The young man on the boat bowed and said, "I'm going to be a disciple of Huangming Mountain, Sun Yu, I'm so ugly."

The woman in white smiled and said, "Please."

A song of spring and white snow is vivid in my ears, the tune is fresh and smooth, and the rhythm is turning and depicts a scene of early spring where winter passes and spring comes and is full of vitality.

The lake is filled with solemnity, all immersed in the song.

"In terms of piano rules, this song is excellent. This song is almost perfect. Is the current Qinzhihui so high even the opening level?"

Cui Weiming praised: "I wonder what surprises will be next."

Liu Panpan sat at the head of the boat, closed his eyes and listened carefully, savoring the profound meaning of the sound.

Feng Xiaohan yawned and felt very boring. Although the sound of this piano sounds nice, it is limited to this. How can it rank first in the ten arts?

"Playing the zither is a good atmosphere. Those who are good at zithers in ancient and modern times are all literati and talented people, or are powerful people. In the era of various countries, a strange man named Zhuge was on the city tower. He faced the 100,000 troops of the empire and burned incense and played the zither with a smile. He ordered the city gate to fight, scaring away the suspicious enemy generals and leaving them with great fame forever."

Chen Yingxiong sat beside him, guessing what he was thinking, and whispered in his ear: "The only person recorded in history who has proved the truth through other ten arts is the old man Guanqi, the ancestor of Tianji Pavilion, who has magical skills of Tianji Taoism and unparalleled computing power. I don't know how many people from outside the domain were counted as death by him. It is said that Zhenren Xuanhong also had to give him three points."

He Xirou also said: "The human sages have explored the great way for countless years, and this sort must make sense."

The saint who has attained the Tao of Chess can shake the secrets of heaven. From this point of view alone, it is well deserved to be ranked above the swordsmanship.

The qin is the number one in ten arts, and the sword is only fifth. The chess that ranked second in the seat is so powerful after proof of the Tao. If someone uses the qin to prove the Tao, how many magical powers will he possess?

Although all ten arts can be proved, most of the sword cultivators can be proved by practicing ten arts. Since ancient times, most of the saints have also been sword saints. Moreover, there has never been a saint of piano to this day.

Therefore, some people have doubts about whether the way of the piano can prove the truth.

At the end of the song, the young man stood up and saluted, drove his boat back,

Dongting Lake heard applause as encouragement.

Immediately afterwards, another small boat came, and the woman on the boat said, "Fellow Daoist Wang has a great music. The little girl is not talented and is willing to be this second one."

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the songs of a woman echoed in the mountains, which immediately added a lot of color to the song.

Wang He smiled bitterly and thought, it turned out that this could still be done.
Chapter completed!