Everyone was shocked by Fang Yun's behavior. Everything in the Shangli Hall represented the etiquette of the Shang Dynasty. Even if they knew that the cup was not placed correctly, they could just put it in the right position. Throwing it away directly was too scary. It was an insult to the sages and the great etiquette.
"Is Fang Yun going to give up on himself?" a scholar whispered.
Fang turned around and left the Shangli Hall, and found that some white-robed Jinshi and black-robed Juren were looking at him with strange eyes.
Fang Yun was helpless. The "Qiang" on the cup meant slave, but even if a slave had a cup, he would not have engraved any words on it. This meant that the cup either belonged to a criminal who was demoted to a slave, or was a burial object. It would be better to throw it in any corner than to put it formally on the wine table.
A cup is not important, but placing such a cup in the Shangli Hall is the biggest stain on "etiquette", so Fang Yun believes that this simple cup can at least add two points to himself.
Fang turned around and walked forward, passing through the ceremonial halls of four dynasties and entering a door. Many people followed him, but the two people from Kangshe whispered a few words, one stayed where he was, and the other hurried to the fourth pavilion.
After passing through the gate, Fang Yun saw a pavilion again. On the plaque of the pavilion were written the words "Danbo".
Fang Yun entered without any hesitation, and the scholars and jinshi behind him hurriedly followed.
In the etiquette pavilion of the third pavilion, the young Duke walked out of the Zhouli Hall and looked around. He saw a Jinshi hurried over and whispered, "Your Highness, Fang Yun didn't know what he was doing. He went to the Shangli Hall and threw away a cup. It seems that his Zhouli went wrong, so he wanted to use the Shangli Hall to gamble."
The young Duke frowned and shook his head. He said, "It is possible, but the possibility is too small. I suspect that he has read some ancient books and has a certain understanding of Shangli. I now understand that since he dared to participate in the Lingyan Pavilion and expel Wei Yu from the Wen Palace, he must have a certain degree of confidence. Now the only way to defeat him is for him to misuse his talent!"
"Indeed, in the seven pavilions, the distribution of talent is also very important. If a scholar is not careful, he will fail early because of exhaustion of talent. The fourth pavilion, the Danbo Pavilion, is fine. With Fang Yun's ability, he may be able to pass it, but the fifth pavilion, the 'Mountain Moving Pavilion', is different. Only those who have calculated the talent to the limit can win. In my Jing country, there are only more than ten new people who can reach the fifth pavilion every year, including the scholars and jinshi."
"Let's go. I want to see the power of Fang Yun's missile wave and the power of moving mountains!"
Fang Yun stepped into the wave pavilion. Then he found himself in a lake. The water was up to his chest and abdomen, and it was very clear. He could even see the fish at the bottom of the water fleeing in panic. This water was different from ordinary water. Fang Yun's body could not avoid it, and the power of the fake dragon ball was completely ineffective.
Fang Yun immediately rolled up his sleeves, revealing two white arms. His arms were well-proportioned and strong, a world of difference from the bamboo-like arms he had half a year ago.
Because in the water, ripples spread in all directions, and at the same time, ten small fish jumped out of the water around Fang Yun. When the small fish came out of the water, circles of ripples were formed and spread in all directions. Different ripples kept meeting and intertwining.
Then, the little fish fell into the water, forming a second wave of ripples. Soon, another little fish jumped out of the water, forming ripples.
Fang Yun's eyes were cold as he stared at the ripples.
The so-called wave playing is to use the ripples on the water surface as strings and pluck the ripples on the water surface to make sounds in the way of playing the piano. If it is light, there will be no sound, and if it is heavy, the ripples will be interrupted. It is an extremely demanding test on finger strength and piano skills.
These ripples are as gentle as ordinary water ripples and cannot be played without talent.
This fourth pavilion alone has stumped countless talented people. Many people who are not familiar with the art of playing the zither find it difficult to play a complete piece of music using water waves even if they go to study it professionally.
Fang Yun carefully observed the crisscrossing water waves. The sound of the waves was just the beginning; the collision of the subsequent water waves was fatal.
Although Fang Yun had read the books given to him by Zhao Hongzhuang and had already reached a certain level in the art of playing the zither, he had never played Water Waves.
Fortunately, people are given a quarter of an hour to practice, but those who have been here once do not need to practice and can start playing the water waves directly.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, his talent surged, and he controlled the vitality of heaven and earth to gather at his fingertips, and then tried to move the water ripples.
The moment his fingers landed on the water ripples, they suddenly broke, making a harsh sound like a broken guitar string, which made Fang Yun frown.
At the same time, one person after another appeared in the lake, and their appearance also formed ripples, making the wave-making pavilion more difficult.
Fang Yun's face was calm, as if he didn't see these people, and he tried to play the ripples again.
This time the ripples trembled slightly without interruption, but there was no sound either because the force was too weak.
Fang Yun kept trying, and soon all the ripples made sounds.
Playing the waves is only the first step, the second step is to identify the sound. Each wave corresponds to one of the seven strings, and only by making the correct judgment can you play the correct sound.
After distinguishing the sounds, the next step is to "change fingers". The seven strings of the yaoqin are fixed, but the water waves come from all directions, densely packed and endless, so the previous fingering needs to be changed accordingly.
Fang Yun began to consume his energy while practicing.
The others shook their heads. Fang Yuncheng had been a juren for less than two months. Even if his talent was greater than that of ordinary juren, it should not be more than five inches. At the rate he was consuming his talent, it would definitely not be enough to support him to pass the fourth pavilion.
Soon, Fang Yun discovered another huge obstacle, that is, there were people constantly playing the waves. The other party's ripples and piano sounds had an impact on himself. If he was not careful, he would play wrong. This was the biggest problem in going to the Lingyan Pavilion together.
Therefore, normally, even if countries consume more talents, they are reluctant to go to the Lingyan Pavilion together to avoid affecting their own students.
While Fang Yun was practicing playing, more and more people came into the Tanbo Pavilion.
Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to everything else and practiced continuously. He not only expended his energy on playing the piano, but also on thinking. He made rapid progress, and those who had been observing him were secretly shocked.
Not long after, Wei Yu came in. He turned his head and laughed, saying, "Fang Zhenguo, today is the day when your strings will break and your zither will crack!" After saying that, he started playing the guitar without even practicing.
Wei Yu first closed his eyes, then opened them, and let out a long breath. His hands were as soft as falling snowflakes, and when his index finger landed on the first ripple, the water surface within a mile radius suddenly trembled slightly, and the water surface sank an inch.
Fang Yun immediately felt that his hands seemed to be surrounded by an invisible force and became even more dull.
"Qin Dao suppression!" Some people whispered softly, and simply gave up on playing the waves, without touching the water with their hands, and observed Wei Yu carefully.
"After all, he is at the second level of the Qin Dao, so it is different! Look at his fingers, they are like fluttering butterflies, it is a pleasure to watch."
"People like them have received special training since childhood. In order to enter the upper class, Wei Yu studied riding and archery, playing the zither, chess, and calligraphy. Except for his weak painting skills, he was the best among his peers in other aspects."
"If Fang Yun is given another three years, Wei Yu will probably be suppressed by Fang Yun, but now..."
Everyone looked at Fang Yun and saw that the water waves in front of Fang Yun were either broken or silent. After more than ten breaths, he did not play successfully once. He was suppressed too much by the second realm of Qin Dao. (To be continued...)