Goddess Summoning System

Chapter 159 Proving Holy.

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"These are all high-quality calligraphy, are you satisfied?" The middle-aged man with a high forehead and a horse face stroked his beard and smiled slightly, but with this smile, the eyebrows and eyes, which were originally out of proportion, were even more scattered.

The exquisite calligraphy that suddenly appeared in front of him could tell at a glance that it was worth a lot, but the identity of this middle-aged man who could be called ugly in front of him made Han Su even more curious.

Han Su nodded, expressing her affirmation of Mo Bao.

"In that case, you can start." The same exquisite calligraphy appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man sat down on the ground immediately, looked at the woman in red and said with a smile, "This is the first time in a thousand years that I have seen a woman proclaiming the Holy Spirit. , it’s up to you to come up with the question. If you can beat me, you can become a literary sage.”

"The sky is wide and the road is [-], looking at the eyebrows in the distance; last year, a tear of lovesickness has not flowed to the cheek. Is your Excellency Mr. Dongpo?" Han Su asked looking at the strange face of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "I didn't expect you to know her poems."

"Although the reputation of Mr.'s sister is not as good as Mr.'s, I think Mr.'s sister is actually a talented woman." Han Su said seriously.

A hint of reminiscence appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he said with emotion, "In terms of poetry and articles, my little girl is no less than any man in the world, including me. If I hadn't proved the saint before the Guanhai Monument, with my little girl's talent, I would It is not difficult for her to be a saint. It is a pity that there can only be one literary saint in an era, otherwise there might be the first female saint thousands of years ago."

The middle-aged man suddenly lowered his eyes to look at the woman in red, "My little sister's essays and poems are all anonymous, I didn't expect you to know this poem."

"I can only blame the poem written by Mr.'s sister for being too vivid, which made me think of Mr. at the first glance." Han Su said lightly.

The middle-aged man laughed happily when he heard it, "Indeed, my little sister likes to talk about my appearance the most, and I have written a lot of poems for it. Sometimes I am also surprised that I was born of the same parents, and my little sister The sky is beautiful, but I look like this, haha."

Although the middle-aged man expressed concern in his words, Han Su felt relieved from it.

"There is a statue of Mister in Guanhai Academy." Han Su paused and continued, "It's very rich and handsome."

The middle-aged man laughed again, "These old guys haven't changed after thousands of years. My little sister specially painted my appearance. I remember that painting should still be in the academy."

"I'm not very clear about these things." Han Su clasped her hands and said.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Needless to say, I can guess that the painting was made by a woman, and the people in the painting are so ugly, wouldn't those old guys lose face watching the sea if they put them out?" .”

"In my opinion, it would be the biggest regret if Mr. Guan Hai was missing." Han Su said.

The middle-aged man said with a stern face, "You little girl, are you deliberately trying to please me? Let me tell you, although I really want to see the first woman to become a saint, but if you are not talented enough, I won't keep you." Affectionate."

"Sir, I made a mistake. I never said that I want to prove my holiness by writing." Han Su said softly.

"So you are going to prove the saint by painting."

A fairy-like old man suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged man, and behind the old man was a huge landscape painting scroll, and in the picture scroll, whether it was the river, the smoke from the kitchen, or the small people in the village, they all appeared It is constantly moving, as if it is a vivid picture.

"Han Su knows that his painting skills are better than ordinary people, but there is still a long way to go from Mr. Wu." Han Su said calmly, "So, I am not proving the saint by painting."

"It's colorful and brilliant, and the spears are vertical and horizontal. Girl, do you want to hear Ji Mou play "Guangling San"?"

Han Su looked at the elegant man in fluttering white clothes. The elegant man didn't move his fingers, but the elegant sound of the piano kept coming from the guqin in the man's arms, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"The lingering sound has lasted for three days. Is Mr. Ji Kang holding 'Zuoliang'?" Han Su asked.

Ji Kang was slightly taken aback, then looked at the woman in red admiringly, and said softly, "That's right, it's the famous piano 'Zuoliang'."

"So, Hansu really wants to listen to "Guangling San", which has become the best song in the world."

Ji Kang looked a little disappointed, and then quickly said calmly, "Okay."

Seeing Ji Kang sitting down holding the piano plate, the middle-aged man and the old man also sat aside one after another, listening quietly.

"If you miss Brother Ji's "Guangling San", it will be a great regret in life."

Holding the flagon, a young man dressed in common clothes appeared behind the woman in red and smiled lightly, "To be accompanied by beautiful women, to drink fine wine, and to be accompanied by good news is one of the great joys in life."

The middle-aged man and the old man looked at the young man and shook their heads but did not reprimand them, as if they had long been used to the appearance of the young man.

The young man looked drunk. He fell to the ground after not taking two steps, and a few seconds later he started to snore slightly.

Seeing this, Ji Kang just shook his head slightly, and then gently stroked the strings with both hands, and with a lift of his wrist, the melody became passionate and impassioned in just a split second, Han Su seemed to be able to hear the criss-crossing sounds of spears and spears, even before his eyes. The scenery changed, countless soldiers began to fight in front of them, the beating of bells and drums echoed throughout the battlefield, one soldier after another fell down, spears passed through their bodies one after another, A tense and exciting atmosphere permeated around everyone.

After an unknown amount of time, the battle finally came to an end. At this time, there was no one standing on the battlefield, and all that could be seen was the flying loess, and the sound of the zither stopped right there.

"Brother Ji's "Guangling San" is really a swan song through the ages!"

The young man who didn't know when he woke up clapped his hands, expressing his admiration for Ji Kang's piano skills.

"Girl, let's start." Ji Kang ignored the young man's actions and said to the woman in red.

Han Su shook her head and said lightly, "I don't know how to play the piano."

Ji Kangwen's eyes widened when he heard that, when he was playing the piano just now, he noticed that the ten fingers of the woman in red were trembling lightly and rhythmically.

"I was just remembering the song "Guangling San" you played." Han Su explained.

Ji Kang's eyes widened, and then he suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and asked, "How much does that girl remember?"

"All."

Ji Kang showed an expression of disbelief. You must know that this piece of music has a total of 45 sections, and the syllables are complicated.

"I have always had a good memory." It seemed that Ji Kang didn't believe it, Han Su added a sentence later as a supplement, and even picked up "Zuoliang" and played it again. The fingers and syllables were exactly the same as Ji Kang's. It shocked Ji Kang.

"Why should I remember this "Guangling San"?" Ji Kang changed the question.

"This song is very nice, it would be a pity if it becomes a swan song." Han Su calmly replied. "It just so happens that I have an old friend who is good at the piano, and I have a special liking for Mr. Ji Kang's "Guang Ling San". But if Mr. Ji Kang doesn't like it, I will bury this song deeply in my heart and will not tell anyone."

Hearing this, Ji Kang laughed at himself and said, "I died because of slander, and I didn't pass on this piece of music to anyone before I died. Uneasy. Now you can forget about one of my wishes, I hope you can take this song out and let the swan song become a legendary song."

"Okay." Hansu agreed.

His cold eyes immediately fell on the drunken young man.

And the young man who was squinting and enjoying himself opened his eyes in a timely manner and smiled, "It's coming to me so soon."

(End of this chapter)