Of course, people above the exterior scene are already strong and cannot be considered talents. f top f point f little f said, x the old emperor added.
Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and his expression became solemn, which meant that Xuanzhen and Bai Qigu were waiting for the perfect half step to participate in the Qionghua Banquet.
The ratio of talent to talent is not bad. If there is a fight later, it will be hard for me to defeat him. At most, I can barely protect myself. Is it possible that Zhao Laowu, who is also the perfect half-step, needs to be the leader
Putting aside the boasts in front of the saints and the matter of ending the cause and effect of the physical body, Zhao Laowu has not been promoted for a long time, and Xuanzhen Bai Qigu is a strong person with abundant resources in the realm of martial arts, so the hope of winning is probably not even 30%.
As a result, the task of the Six Paths seems too difficult, far exceeding the level represented by the reward of fifteen hundred good deeds.
Unless there are other restrictions or modes for Qionghua Banquet’s combat
While Meng Qi was deep in thought, Wang Zai looked at the slowly rushing sword energy and said with a smile: As the emperor said before, the focus is on cultivating one's temperament and polishing one's soul, so it is not a matter of competition with normal talents. Different, it mainly depends on whether one's own spiritual realm is shown in the talent. Of course, those who are good at the talent will definitely get bonuses.
After all, a person who is good at piano skills will definitely be able to show off in this way better than a beginner.
Putting aside his doubts and solemnity, Meng Qi calmed down and watched Yan Chong walk to the winding river: I wonder what Yan Chong's talent is.
He remembered that Yan Chong was from a small sect. Even if he had adventures, he should have never received any instruction in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, just like himself.
During the questioning, Jin Wang Zhao Yi's entourage had already brought several copper stoves, teacups, tea cakes and other items to the table.
It should be a tea ceremony. Wang Zai nodded slightly.
Meng Qi was slightly surprised by this. He immediately remembered what Wang Zai said before. Talents include not only piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. As for how to judge the outcome of different projects, it naturally depends on the realm.
After all, I had pretended to be a master of tea ceremony. Meng Qi suddenly felt joyful.
After Yan Chong saluted, he lit a fire to boil water, wielded a knife to pry tea, and behaved in a smooth manner. The power of the sword is self-contained, and it is soothing and orderly, watching everyone's minds calm down.
After boiling once, boiling twice and boiling three times, white gas rises, and Yan Chong makes tea leisurely, revealing a tranquil and far-reaching artistic conception.
Please enjoy the tea, Your Majesty. Yan Chong's voice was neither slow nor urgent, and he dropped the teacup in his hand and flew towards the high platform.
The speed is not fast, but extremely smooth, like a meandering stream of water. Not a trace of water splashed out, which showed that Yan Chong's control of the outward release of Qi and his own strength had reached the limit of enlightenment, and there was hidden power from heaven and earth to help him.
Gao Jinzhong, the general manager of the palace, caught the teacup, inspected it, and sent it to the old emperor.
Zhao Mingyu took a sip, nodded and smiled: Good tea, good tea ceremony
Wang Zai then said: Brother Yan is good at the power of the sea tide. It is so turbulent that it can be used to make tea. The softness of the gurgling water and the tranquility of the flat lake under the moon show his heart, and his every move is soothing and smooth. Deeply understand the samadhi of tea ceremony, and achieve peace and tranquility through focused and orderly movements.
good. Meng Qi didn't know whether to praise Yan Chong for his good tea ceremony or praise Wang Zai for his clear explanation. In short, he gave up the idea of competing in tea ceremony. He will definitely not lose to Yan Chong in revealing his own state of mind, but he cannot be so perfect in other aspects.
So what to show
Sing a song and use the book to store the knife
He was thinking. The scene was quite quiet. I don’t know how many people who were eager to give it a try had given up the idea of giving up because they felt that they were being outcompeted by Yan Chong, so it was better not to humiliate themselves, lest they brag in front of the emperor and leave a bad impression. I will be good at the topic later. Let’s compete again
As for Bai Qigu, she never thought about showing off her talents.
At this time, Xuanzhen, who was beside the prince, stepped out, asked for a pen and paper, put his hands together and saluted.
The Way of Calligraphy Meng Qi played with the tea cup in front of him.
Xuanzhen threw the white paper into the air, jumped up, and splashed ink on the place where he had no place to rely on.
This may seem impetuous and boastful, but Xuanzhen's expression is focused, his eyes are calm, and every stroke is like a lotus blooming.
Both the person and the paper fall slowly, like the Buddha descending from the sky, not pinching the seal of dominion, showing compassion and peace.
With his feet touching the ground, Xuanzhen pressed his hand, and the white paper turned over, revealing the words on it:
All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.
Each of these twenty characters has its own style, either vigorous, majestic, thin, or dancing wildly. They are all rigorous in structure, powerful and solemn, or lively and vivid, with all the twists and turns, without any repetition.
So many calligraphy styles are squeezed into one piece of paper. It should be complicated and noisy, but at a glance, it is natural and smooth, and it feels light and meaningful Zen.
Different characters, different phases, all phases are not phases, the Zen mind appears by itself.
This imitation of the inscription on the Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra at the Half-Mountain Pavilion in Shaolin 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 once admired the stone tablet left by the Arhat monk. Looking at the calligraphy, he felt that it was naturally different: although it was a little immature, the Zen meaning contained was not much different. He experienced different signs and proved that all signs are not signs. To see the Tathagata
The two of them said something to each other, which made many children of aristocratic families who could only feel the meaning of Zen but could not understand its origin suddenly realized.
Wang Zai sighed: "Brother Yu, I wanted to end up doing Zhengqi Song, but when I saw Zen Master Xuanzhen's post, I didn't dare to write."
Therefore, the art of calligraphy and painting eliminated Meng Qi's hidden sadness and anger, and gave up the idea of using books to contain swords.
The Zen master has obtained the true meaning of Buddhism. The old emperor praised.
He is also very sophisticated and does not show any bad feelings when facing the Shaolin monks.
Xuanzhen announced the name of the Buddha in a low voice and said slowly: Everyone in the world has a Zen mind, but they are confused by various appearances and it is difficult to see the Tathagata. Our Buddhist sect is not forcing sentient beings to take refuge, but is only willing to explore with you the way to escape from the sea of suffering and reach the other shore.
Everyone frowned slightly. This was saying that the prince's path was not to exclude dissidents.
However, the dispute between sects and aristocratic families could not be eliminated with just a few words. The people from the top aristocratic families looked back and remained calm.
Although for so many years, the sect has always thought of adding sand to the imperial court, this was the only time that such a big fanfare was done, so they were all on guard and crossed the prince off their list of names.
To be honest, if the monk next to the prince hadn't turned out to be a traitor and leaked the fact that he believed in Buddhism and wanted to build a Buddhist kingdom on earth, we wouldn't have been fooled by his previous appearance.
As for now, huh, struggling to the death
Behind the high platform where Prince Xuanzhen Buhui was, there were fewer and fewer people who wanted to die. They all looked at the Ruan family. Ruan Twenty-one’s mother was the most beautiful girl in the east of the Yangtze River. She was born with a musical heart.
Suddenly, someone laughed loudly, stepped into the air, and fell into the field. It was Cui Che, the Purple Extreme Sword.
He saluted with a smile and a purple jade flute in his hand. Bring it to your lips, press it with your hands, and blow out a melodious and distant sound.
The sound of the flute swayed slowly, spreading in the water, spreading in the mountains and forests, melancholy, lonely and misty, and the front was like a turbulent sea with undulating waves. Stand on the bow of the boat and drift with the current.
As far as the eye can see, the sea and sky are the same color, without boundaries. Between heaven and earth, I can only be alone, wandering around in a boat.
The sound of the flute becomes lower and lower, and the sea becomes silent. Brewing and surging.
The artistic conception, charm and melody are all perfect. It made many people feel sad.
The flow of the river seemed to slow down, the lake became quieter, the forest became quieter, and there were no more birdsong.
The lingering sound lingered in their hearts. Everyone fell into this mood and remained silent for a while.
In the Ming Dynasty, he made a boat trip and made the sound of the flute sound far away. Wang Zai sighed. In terms of pure talent, Brother Cui is better than Zen Master Xuanzhen and Brother Yan. In terms of artistic conception, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low.
He turned his head and looked at Meng Qi: Brother Yu really didn't dare to show his shame anymore.
Meng Qi was about to agree, when suddenly something moved in his heart, and he smiled slightly and said: Since it's not just about playing chess, calligraphy and painting, I would like to try it.
Wang Zai was slightly stunned: Are you whistling
Meng Qi's expression was stunned, and he felt embarrassed inside. Wasn't it a joke just now? Why should he be so serious
Brother Wang Zai, you are too square.
After the emperor's comments, Cui Zhe returned to the table. Just when everyone turned their attention to Ruan Yushu, he suddenly saw a man walking into the field. He had wonderful movements, could use his body to touch the wind, and his clothes were fluttering, looking like an immortal.
Su Ziyuan, what are you showing me? The old emperor obviously didn't expect Meng Qi's end and was quite surprised.
The way of talent and the name of Thunder Sword Mad Monk Mang Vajra Crazy Sword naturally do not fit together.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Meng Qi said nothing. He picked up a piece of rotten wood by the river, sat cross-legged, turned his palm into a knife, and cut off the outside.
Just now he thought about the Excalibur puppet, and remembered that he had seen Mr. Lu Da carve the puppet. The tranquility and concentration contained in it cannot be described with words.
Sculpting is also a talent
Those who learn from me will live, and those who resemble me will die. After Meng Qi silently recited these words, his mind was at peace and he returned to Pinghu. He pointed the sword and carved without haste.
Today he was wearing a green shirt, which looked more casual than the masculine and heroic look of his black outfit. Although he was sitting on the floor, he was not rude at all, but showed a leisurely and contented attitude.
Wang Zai and others didn't think anything of it at first. Meng Qi's carvings were ordinary and had no artistic conception. They seemed to be purely there to liven up the atmosphere.
But as Meng Qi's carving deepened, they gradually felt that something was wrong. Their eyes seemed to be following Meng Qi's hands. He was so focused and pious that he himself also followed suit.
After concentrating, they can look away from worries. The troubles and worries in their hearts gradually fade away, their impetuousness subsides, their anxiety disappears, and they devote themselves wholeheartedly to observing the sculptures.
This feeling is felt not only by enlightenment, but also by half-step and outdoor scenes experts, but it's just not that immersive.
No one spoke, only the sounds of gurgling and birdsong echoed, adding to the quietness.
The sword in the hand and the knife in the hand are natural, with changes in each one, and the pious and focused attitude cleanses the soul.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi stopped. The wooden sculpture in his palm was ready, resembling the emperor, and with a unique charm.
But everyone was calm and peaceful, with peaceful minds and smiles.
Meng Qi flew the puppet towards the old emperor. It made no sound, as if it was enjoying the journey religiously.
After catching the puppet and playing with it, the old emperor suddenly sighed: Those who are focused, peaceful, and sincere 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, Brother Yu thought he was a strong man in the field who had perfected his promotion in half a step. Every sword strike was pious and attracted people's attention.
Meng Qi chuckled and nodded, accepting Wang Zai's praise. Although he did not have the level of Mr. Lu Da, he could imitate the momentum to a certain extent, and his own level of returning to nature was certainly amazing.
The only problem is that I have never learned carving, and my carving is not good enough. It only has charm, which can barely be called freehand brushwork.
While everyone was silent, Ruan Yushu walked down the high platform slowly, holding his guqin in his arms. . .