freenovelworld Chapter 434 The Heavenly God Responds to the Battle Qin
Chapter 434 The Heavenly God Responds to the Battle Qin
[Hmph! What's so special about that? I have plenty of great songs for Yun Dan, and they should all be being performed on stage by now, right?]
By the time they return to Dongguo, the entertainment companies under the Tengfei Group will likely be famous throughout the country.
Huangfu Zique glanced meaningfully at the girl's back; if it had a tail, it could probably whip up a whirlwind.
This is the first time I've ever seen such a patriotic hoodlum.
Those thugs in the East don't have that kind of awareness.
Perhaps it's related to the overall education system? I'm increasingly eager to visit her hometown and see for myself!
Little Giant Pit wasn't as optimistic as they were. His pupils grew increasingly deep, and the old man with beard and hair was actually calmed down and stopped howling with his head in his hands.
The crimson eyes were slowly turning black.
Although this phenomenon only lasted for a few seconds, the moving melody and superb piano skills were enough to relieve his pain.
It seemed like a good thing, but she always felt uneasy.
Unfortunately, those cloaks all had the function of blocking divine sense from prying into her eyes, so she couldn't see their expressions through their hoods.
"The score is good, but the technique is lacking. We win. Next game, we'll compete in chess!"
As soon as the cloaked man finished speaking, someone brought over a chessboard.
The boy retorted, "Why should I lose just because you say so? Ask everyone here, who played better between us?"
A young man in the audience stroked his short beard and sincerely commented, "Since it's a musical duel, it naturally comes down to the ability to control technique."
Young friend, you are indeed slightly inferior to that fellow Daoist. His zither skills are unparalleled; even after fifty years of honing my skills, I am still no match for him!
"Absolutely, absolutely!" Another woman carrying a guqin on her back nodded slightly to the musician in the cloak, expressing her admiration.
The boy was helpless. How could he possibly lose? This was a musical score that the little princess had personally taught him.
The little princess was exceptionally gifted and talented, unmatched in her world.
If the little princess hadn't been seriously injured and needed to go into seclusion for ten years, preventing her from coming to the Void Realm, she would have definitely given these guys a good lesson.
Looking at the chessboard that had been set up, he frowned and cupped his hands, saying, "I wonder if it would be possible to invite my teammates to join the battle?"
"Since we are in the Realm of Unity, we might as well go with the flow and treat it as another kind of Unity experience."
This will also strengthen the foundation for everyone's journey together.
"That way, you won't all be bored, right? Invite your teammates up on stage!" The cloaked figure generously extended his hand.
The second prince's large hand, which had been hanging down in front of his abdomen, clenched into a fist, and his eyes, which had lost their sparkle, turned away from Luo Ying.
In chess, among the younger generation of the dynasty, who can surpass this person?
Some things were said too early, but the saying that one would surely perish upon entering the Yellow Sea and the Desert was passed down orally from our ancestors.
The eldest brother must have already perished.
I shouldn't have been so quick to speak and told Xianghe that the desert where that scoundrel was pushed was the Yellow Sand Desert.
Unable to do anything else, he turned his gaze to another young woman.
The woman respectfully cupped her hands in greeting, then jumped onto the stage: "I'll play this round!"
Go is extremely time-consuming, especially for those who are not good at it. They simply sit on the ground and wait for good news.
Mu Zhen really enjoys this kind of thing, but he can only spar with those idle old men in the neighborhood.
He's not exactly a master.
Once, when he played chess with Huangfu Zique, he lost every time he played.
If it were a gambling contest, I guarantee I'd wipe them out completely.
I don't even know what the Six Arts of a Gentleman are, let alone the Eight Elegances of a Woman—I've never even heard of them!
Mu Yunfei moved his lips, wanting to explain these things to her, but he was afraid that the secret of mind reading would be exposed, so he could only teach her slowly when they got back.
"You flatter me!" The cloaked man calmly clasped his hands in greeting to his opponent, then stood up and left.
The second prince's expression remained unchanged, but his fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
It's alright. If another team wins, he can offer them a large reward to get them to take their group along.
Unfortunately, everyone else thought the same thing.
This time, Mu Zhen didn't let anyone else get the first move. She raised her hand and shouted, "We'll go!"
Upon hearing this, the several groups of people who were about to step forward immediately stopped, but after seeing the situation of those people, they began to walk towards the stage again.
"Hey hey hey? What do you mean? Don't you understand first come, first served? Hurry up, which of you will go first?" Mu Zhen was afraid that if they delayed any longer, it would be dark by the time they got there.
They came to search for treasure, not to compete in talent shows.
He rushed onto the stage, secured his spot, and waved to his teammates.
The four of them went to see the Heavenly God without prior arrangement.
This guy's martial arts skills are inferior to Long Yuan and Mu Yunfei, but his talent surpasses that of all the old scholars in the Eastern Kingdom.
It's almost to the point where I can remember everything I see.
He is proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and has even won championships in international flower arrangement competitions.
Is there anything he can't do?
Gambling doesn't count!
Emperor Tianhuang stepped forward slowly amidst the expectations of his friends.
His eyes, visible behind the glasses, gleamed with a gentle light, and the curve of his smile remained perfectly constant.
He was clearly a very tolerant person, yet he also exuded an air of authority that made people hesitant to treat him with disrespect.
His overall demeanor was so imposing that some people from royal families could immediately discern his true identity.
A wise and virtuous ruler always wears the same expression, but behind even the most benevolent monarch lies a mountain of bones.
And this one in front of us is even more elusive.
His deliberately cultivated image of benevolence was all for the benefit of his court officials and subjects; otherwise, where would such a powerful sense of oppression come from?
This kind of monarch is both a Buddha and a demon.
He's just an ordinary person, but he's a great leader who has witnessed so many battles before. He shouldn't be so eager to embarrass himself.
Those groups of people who were about to go up on stage stopped moving forward when they saw Emperor Tianhuang, and they even swallowed back the mocking and sarcastic words that were about to come out of their mouths.
It wasn't out of fear of the other person, but rather because one doesn't hit a smiling face; this person gave the impression that one wouldn't mind giving them a little respect unless absolutely necessary.
Mu Zhen thought he would have to waste his breath arguing with the others. Weren't there plenty of cultivators who looked at them with prejudice along the way?
They all discriminate against ordinary people.
Surprisingly, not a single person tried to force them to step down.
In particular, the two men Mu Zhen had noticed earlier, who appeared to be time travelers, both had expressions of nostalgia and absolute confidence in Emperor Tianhuang.
If this person were to move things left behind by the ancients, they wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
The one before was so pretentious, it made me inexplicably annoyed.
In this round, the cloaked figure once again chose to engage in a musical duel.
Regardless of whether others were happy or not, Mu Zhen went to one of the cloaked figures and took a clean prayer mat.
"Hey bro, can we borrow this for a bit?"
Before the other party could answer, she placed the futon in front of the low table like a busy little bee.
He patted it before beckoning to the Heavenly God: "Come on, sit here and play."
After saying that, he leaned closer to the man, winked, and whispered, "Dude, don't put any pressure on yourself."
Just do your best; no one will laugh at you if you lose.
You must do your best; whether we get tickets depends entirely on you.
Emperor Tianhuang: You call this not putting pressure on us?