[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Outside the beef soup room, the servant answered the same question countless times: "Ninth Young Master...hasn't come out yet."

Last night, that man, who was probably the national teacher himself, took the ninth son back to the house and never came out again.

"What?! It's already noon!" Beef Soup screamed, and angrily tore off the fabric he was holding: "Damn it!"

Her eyes were red and swollen, obviously from crying hard last night.

The servants outside did not dare to speak.

After yesterday's farce ended, the competition proposed by Niu Niu Tang in a fit of rage had already spread throughout the Wuming Island. It is estimated that when the Ninth Young Master and the others go out, they will also hear the news.Last night, besides being sad that "the Chinese cabbage I raised was raped by other pigs", Beef Tang still held back his grievances and seriously thought about what he should compare with wolves.

Emotionally, she still doesn't want to believe Lang Yi's identity, but her rationality is already reminding her that it's time to consider this possibility, and don't want to lose everything in the end.

So, when Gong Jiu woke up, he twisted Mo Qi's ears for a while to vent his anger, and after the wind of the competition finally reached their ears, a big ring had already been set up in the big courtyard before.

When Mo Qi was dragged by Gong Jiu speechlessly, Beef Soup had already been waiting on the ring for a long time with those swollen eyes.

Niu Niu Tang looked at Gong Jiu holding Mo Qi's hand tightly, almost fainted on the spot from the stimulation, a pair of swollen eyes that had finally subsided, started to linger with tears again, and it took her a long time to hold back: "Three rounds The one who wins two times and loses will leave Brother Nine forever!"

When she said this, her eyes looked at Gong Jiu's figure sitting on the stage with great eagerness.However, Gong Jiu just wanted to sit down at the place closest to Mo Qi, and didn't even look back at the beef soup.

Niu Niu Tang's eyes darkened, and after Mo Qi came to the stage, he turned to Mo Qi, his big and smart eyes rekindled his fighting spirit, and rushed to say: "Three rounds, the first round is a game of piano and chess!" painting and calligraphy!"

Beef soup carefully studied which skills he should compare with the wolf last night, and finally decided that the first thing to bear the brunt should be piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.In fact, there is no research on the four arts of beef soup, and the comparison of these four is purely to verify Lang Yi's identity and see if he is a national teacher.

If it was a national teacher, then she would have to change the competition plan she had prepared.

Gong Jiu looked at the two people on the ring with great interest. The guards had already shuttled up and down the stage, bringing up all the utensils for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.At first glance, the table is filled with rice paper, pen and ink, guqin, and chessboard. It really doesn’t look like a confrontation that would happen on an unnamed island. For a while, the people on the island feel a little fresh and a little funny .

Bai Yi stood by the stage and said loudly: "The first game, the first round, Qin!"

Mo Qi and Beef Soup sat down next to the two identical guqins. Mo Qi looked calm, but Beef Soup had already started to faint.

She...she doesn't know how to play the piano at all!

Although the meaning of this first game itself is not to win, but to confirm the identity of Lang Yi, when Beef Soup sat in front of Guqin under the watchful eyes of everyone, he felt a sense of regret.

Bai Yi sent the lottery: "Draw lots to decide."

The beef soup suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and reached out to take one first. Mo Qi didn't care, and reached out to take the rest with a stick, and each opened it to have a look.

Bai Yidao: "The wolf comes first, and the palace lord follows."

Beef Soup almost wanted to wipe the sweat off his brow with his hand.She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she was not the first to appear on the stage, and then turned her gaze to the elegantly sitting man holding the piano beside her.

She breathed a sigh of relief early.

When Mo Qi put his hand on the string, Niu Niu Tang sensed that something was wrong.

The first leisurely sound of strings, like a crane perched on the water gently raised its wings.

The originally noisy courtyard fell into silence.

Mo Qi's piano sound is mixed with internal energy, and this piece has an extremely elegant artistic conception, like a lingling spring flowing in a deep valley, just after a short section of the piece was played, Niu Tang's heart began to tremble nervously.

Based on what she knows so far, Lang Yi has a figure and face that are comparable to the rumored national teacher. He is meticulous in doing things, knows how to cook and take care of people, and has amazing internal strength.

Coupled with this piano art...

While the islanders are still immersed in the sound of the piano that seems to cleanse the soul, the beef soup is panicking.

She was not only afraid of Mo Qi's identity and that she might lose, but more importantly, she was afraid that she was about to lose Brother Nine.If she loses this competition, if Lang Yi is really the national teacher that Brother Nine has been thinking about and running around for...

no, I can not.

She comforted herself in her heart that the art of playing the piano is not difficult to learn, and it is not surprising to be a wolf for a while.Not everyone who can play the piano is a national teacher!

At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers.As the host of the ring, Bai Yi was the first to come back to his senses, looked at Beef Soup and signaled: "Palace Master, it's your turn."

Niu Niu Tang raised his hand and put it on the piano. He remained motionless for a while, then took it back, bit his lips with red eyes, and said, "I abstain from this match."

Then Bai Yi said in a loud voice: "The lord of the palace abstained, the first game of the first game, the wolf wins." He didn't give the people on the stage a chance to rest, and there was really no need to rest, "The second game of the first game Field, chess. Please guess the pieces."

Bai Yi stretched out his hand, holding a handful of chess pieces in his palm: "Guess odd or even."

Beef Soup: "Single!"

Mo Qi was overtaken by the beef soup again, he nodded to Bai: "Double."

Beef broth comes first.

Beef Soup was determined to take advantage of the victory to pursue. His chess moves were extremely aggressive, and he had to defeat Wolf One quickly so as to put more pressure on the opponent.However, the speed of her moves slowed down.

On the big chessboard shown to everyone, the speed at which Bai Yi points out Mo Qi's moves has never changed. If someone counts with their heartbeats, they will always move after five moves.But when ordering beef soup, the speed is slow and fast. Generally speaking, the speed is getting slower and slower.

At the beginning, Beef Soup, who devoted himself wholeheartedly, didn't notice this gap, and felt that Mo Qi was really slow in making moves, and he really didn't know how to play chess.But later, when she descended more and more slowly, Mo Qi's falling speed suddenly became faster.

Often, she just finished thinking hard about the next move, and just wanted to take a breath from exhaustion, Mo Qi's next move has already been made.

The "crack" sound of a chess piece hitting the chessboard, which was not light or heavy, was like a life-threatening sound, which made her nerves get tighter and tighter.

Am I about to lose this round?

Niu Routang thought in a daze, her hand holding the chess pieces hesitated on the chessboard, she didn't make a move for a long time, and her mind was blank.

She slowly retracted her hand and lowered her head.

The panic came faster than she expected.She thought she could at least last until the end of the first round.But she had just played chess, and her heart was already blank, only the cold wind was rushing around inside, making her feel chilly all over.

He is the national teacher.

If it is really a national teacher, what should I do?

The beef soup is cold hands and feet.

Mo Qi saw the shake of the beef soup.

It seems that only at this time, beef soup becomes truly like a pure and helpless little girl.

Beef Soup whispered, "I abstain."

She bit her lips hard: No, I can't give up.The first game is not over yet, who knows if the wolf one is also good at the latter two?The identity of Lang Yi has not been confirmed yet, how can I start to feel discouraged at such a time?

When she raised her head again, there was fighting spirit in her eyes again.

Bai Yi has already announced the result of the chess test, and started the next item: "...The Ninth Master has an order, the book test and the drawing test will be combined into one test, and the content will be decided by the Ninth Master."

Gong Jiu leaned forward with great interest, looked at Mo Qi: "I want you...to draw me."

He said "you", but Mo Qi was the only one who saw it from the beginning to the end, as if the beef soup had never appeared in his eyes.

The fighting spirit that beef soup had just rebuilt was almost stabbed again. She held back her grievances for a while before she lowered her head and walked to the desk, picking up the pen.

She knew that the reason why brother Jiu asked this question was just to let the wolf draw him.

The beef soup sniffed.

She wanted to cry again.

But on this nameless island, tears are the least valuable thing.

She knew about this a long time ago, but when she really turned a blind eye to Gong Jiu, she still couldn't help crying.

Calligraphy and painting are the most unappreciative competition for the waiting islanders.The main reason is that they can't see it under the ring, and they don't know how long it will take before the painting and calligraphy can be completed.

But after the painting and calligraphy are over, there are still two competitions!The palace lord has not announced the content of the competition until now, which made everyone's hearts itchy, curious to death, and didn't want to leave at all, so they just waited in the cold wind for quite a while.

The beef soup was finished first, and Bai Yi showed the painting. It was a picture of Gong Jiu holding a sword under the white plum, with a jade-like complexion.The perspective chosen by the beef soup is very novel. It seems to be the perspective of standing on the plum tree and looking down. The plum blossoms all over the ground make Gong Jiu's black-eyed appearance more beautiful and colder.

The poem mentioned is only two lines, kill a person in ten steps, and never stop a thousand miles.

The people in the arena praised it, feeling that the painting of beef soup really captured the charm.

"Look, the falling plums under the sword are stained with drops of blood, but the sword of Jiu Gongzi is clean!"

"The murderous aura is almost coming out of the painting, it's so vivid."

"But Jiu Gongzi seems to have stopped using swords a long time ago?"

"Hi! The Palace Master is the younger sister of the Jiu Gongzi. This painting probably looks like the Jiu Gongzi used a sword in the past! Besides, doesn't the Jiu Gongzi bring the sword with him again now?"

"Did you know that Jiu Gongzi has already reached the point where no sword is better than having a sword, and he wears the sword because of the pendant on the sword..."

"I heard that it was sent by the national teacher! But, isn't this wolf one the national teacher?"

"Shh, keep your voices down, be careful that the Palace Master will get angry..."

The discussion among the people was not over yet, and Mo Qi's painting was also hung up.

It was a heart-pounding picture of a beauty under the moon.The man in the picture is holding a folding fan in his hand, and the tip of the fan is lightly covering his slightly curved lips. The moonlight shines on the man's face, softening the cold breath on the man's body a lot, and even pampering him. A layer of soft hazy light.The man is sitting lazily on a tree, leaning forward slightly. On both sides of the picture are two open windows, and a bright moon hangs in the corner of the picture scroll.

This angle of view seems to be the picture of the painter standing in the room, pushing the window to see the beauty.

The discussion fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay: This... is this the Ninth Young Master?

After a while, there was a small voice:

"Is the jade pendant on that fan the current sword pendant of Lord Jiu?"

"This painting is... Jiu... Jiu Gongzi...?"

"When did Jiu Gongzi laugh?"

"No, the ninth son actually climbed a tree and knocked on a window?"

"What's the title of that poem?"

"Hiss... look at the Ninth Young Master..."

The moment Gong Jiu saw Mo Qi's painting, the corners of Gong Jiu's mouth began to rise.

This was clearly the night when he ran to Mo Qi's window and sang poems to him under the moonlight.The poem he chanted is now inscribed on the edge of the painting.

Gong Jiu took the painting, and lightly touched Mo Qi's meaningful and calm words: "The moon rises brightly, and the people look bright. Relaxed and entangled, and laborious..."

The moon rises brightly, and the brightest people shine.Relax and correct, work hard and quietly

The moon rises brightly, and the outstanding people are beautiful.Feel comfortable and worry, work hard.

When the moon rises, it shines brightly.Shu Yao Shaoxi, laborious and miserable.

That night, he looked at the Taoist priest who looked at him coldly through the window, and felt that the other party was as good-looking as a painting.Unexpectedly, in the other party's eyes, his own appearance also entered the painting.

He recited the poem "Moonrise" to Mo Qi.But it turned out that in Mo Qi's eyes, he was also the beauty under the moon?

Gong Jiu pointed to the jade pendant on the fan: "You drew it wrong, you didn't give me this jade pendant at that time."

Mo Qi said in a low voice: "But I hope that it has been given to you by then."

The first round of competition is over, and the winner is undoubtedly Mo Qi.

Beef soup was biting her lip, as if a knife was stirring her heart, the pain made her want to cry.

She had never seen Brother Jiu in Lang Yi's painting.

She never had it.

Bai Yidao: "Palace Master, I don't know the next match, what do you want to compare?"

Beef soup raised his voice resentfully: "Bi Nuhong!"

Bai Yi: "..."

The people under the ring immediately exploded:

"Female red?"

"This comparison is a bit of a bully, right? That Lang Yi is a man, how could he be a woman?"

"Hey, isn't the reason why the palace lord chooses female celebrities is to win Lang Yi?"

The people in the arena couldn't help but cast a "lose" look at Lang Yi, only the guards in white clothes on the stage, with wooden faces, cast a sympathetic look at Niu Tang.

The reason why Master Guoshi is said to be "everything in the world is incomprehensible" is not a false rumor!

Bai Yi prepared the embroidered cloth for the two of them, and when he stepped off the stage, he couldn't help shaking his head.

As the secret guard who followed the national teacher and the ninth son all the way, Bai Yi sighed and said: "The palace master is doomed."

Bai Erdao: "From the moment she said that she wanted to compete with the national teacher, she had already lost."

Embroidery skills, when the national teacher was in Hexi, when he helped Bai Yutang change clothes with his own hands, he was already able to use his fingers.Not to mention the time when he and Dongfang Bubai lived together in Jiangshanzui in Jinling before, the national teacher even asked Dongfang Bubai for advice on embroidery skills.

On the stage.

While Beef Soup was still threading needles, Mo Qi had already embroidered a picture of auspicious clouds in the corner.When Beef Soup started to embroider the first petal, Mo Qi had dozens of silver needles hanging beside him, following the guidance of his internal force, he threaded needles and threads on the embroidery cloth at the same time, before Beef Soup finished embroidering the first peony. , Mo Qi's embroidery has been completed.

He actually embroidered the picture of the beauty under the moon that he drew earlier, but the place where the poem was originally written is now blank.

Just when the people in the audience were discussing whether the characters were too difficult to embroider and therefore did not embroider, Mo Qi gently turned the embroidered cloth over, and behind him was the song Moonrise.

Niu Niu Tang was still concentrating on embroidering her peonies, when suddenly there was applause from the stage.Confused, she pulled her mind out of the peony embroidery and looked to the side.

beef soup:"……"

With deep sympathy, Bai Yi stepped onto the stage and announced the winner of the second game.

With two wins in three games, there is no need to compete in the remaining game.However, Gong Jiu didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and was still sitting on the chair, apparently also looking forward to what the last scene would be.

When asked what the Palace Master would choose to make, Bai Yi almost wanted to tell Niu Tang that he should stop comparing thrushes with the Imperial Teacher.

It's better to say one thing with the final word, this national teacher really doesn't know how to give birth to a child.

I'm afraid it's the only skill that the national teacher doesn't know.

However, Beef Soup did not receive Bai Yi's gaze. She stared at the national teacher with both jealousy and fear in her eyes, as if she had finally realized that the gap between herself and the other party was like a chasm, but she still wanted to fight hard: "The last match, the whip technique."

For Gong Jiu, what is the most important thing?

Of course he can serve him comfortably!The whip technique should really be the competition that Gong Jiu cared about the most, but Niu Niu Tang didn't know that after accepting the Jiuqu ring pendant and calming down, Gong Jiu's incidence of illness has become less and less. The attack last night was nothing but self-inflicted by him against the inverse formation. After he was led by Mo Qi's Fu Tian demon last night to practice his inner strength all night, this illness, this demon, was even more serious. Pulled out cleanly.

However, just because you won't get sick doesn't mean you can't... Cough, right?

Gong Jiu propped his chin with great interest, signaling to start quickly, and wanted to see how they were going to compare.

With a wave of Niu Tang's hand, the servant walked onto the ring carrying two bird cages, inside which were two round fat sparrows.

Mo Qi's eyebrows twitched: "What do you want to do?"

Beef Soup proudly said: "Within a stick of incense, the sparrow cannot be allowed to fly away, nor can the sparrow be harmed, only a whip can be used."

The sparrow was chirping in the cage, its small wings flapping non-stop, bumping into the cage, obviously in a state of extreme fear.

Gong Jiu: "..."

He couldn't help but feel regretful, this is obviously not a competition method acceptable to the Taoist chief, and he missed such a good competition for nothing.

Sure enough, Mo Qi took a deep look at the beef soup, and said lightly, "I abstain."

Two out of three games, he has already won two games, there is no need to compare this last game.

As soon as the words fell, he lightly shook the long whip in his hand. The servant felt a whip attacking his two hands like a snake letter. Before he could let go in panic, his hands were still shaking the cage Just one light.

Two sparrows scrambled to the sky.

Frightened, the servant lifted up the cage and saw that the mechanism that originally contained the lock had been twisted off with precision by the whip, and the small door was also opened. No wonder the bird inside would fly out.

Niu Niu Tang held the whip in his hand, tears rolled in his eyes, bit his lip and stood there.

By the way, she has already lost.

So what if she wins the last match?She's already a loser.

She held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, she squatted on the ground and cried.

Mo Qi put down his whip, walked to Gong Jiu's side, held Master Jiu's cold fingers into his palm, and then looked back at the beef soup.

Beef soup raised his face, his nose was red: "You are the national teacher?"

Mo Qi nodded silently.

The beef soup held back for a while: "You are Mo Daoxian, Taihang Immortal?"

Mo Qi: "..."

Although Niu Tang failed to defeat Mo Qi in the competition, at this moment, she still unconsciously stabbed Mo Qi in the heart.

This sword is probably called shame.

Mo Qi nodded with difficulty.

Niu Niu Tang burst into tears: "Then why don't you wear white clothes! Why do you wear those weird colors!" I couldn't believe that you were a national teacher at all. Island get out!

Mo Qi said frankly: "The clothes were chosen by the ninth son."

The crying of beef soup froze for a moment, and then broke out into an even more tragic cry.

She is really desperate.

Lang Yi is really the national teacher.

She wants to compare with the national teacher, what's the point?status?Power?wealth?martial arts?Literary talent?The other party is even stronger than her female celebrity, maybe even Thrush is better than her, after all, the national teacher claims to be able to understand everything in the world, he must be able to change his appearance, and the person who can change his appearance, can he? Thrush?

Beef soup was so sad that she was about to suffocate, because she found that she was no match for her rival in love!Ninth brother has no reason to give up the national teacher and be with her!

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By the time the farce of the competition was over and Mo Qi and Gong Jiu returned to the attic, it was already late.

Gong Jiu sat on the bed, tsk-tsk said: "You didn't show mercy to other girls."

Mo Qi looked at Gong Jiu vigilantly: "You want me to show mercy to her?"

Gong Jiu suddenly smelled a hint of danger: "...how could it be."

Only then did Mo Qi's expression relax, and he sat next to Gong Jiu, was silent for a while, and finally asked what he had been brewing for a long time: "I won."

Gong Jiu was patting the pillow: "Huh?"

Mo Qi looked at Gong Jiu, pulled him over, faced him, and emphasized seriously: "I won. How am I?"

Gong Jiu: "..."

This... is this asking for praise?

Gong Jiu was first palpitated by the cuteness, and then remembered every "fight" in the past few days, his eyes suddenly died, and he stared at Mo Qi and said: "Don't let me be on top, it's not good."

Mo Qi pondered for a moment: "I am human."

Gong Jiu was confused: "Huh?"

Mo Qi said: "Everyone has shortcomings."

Gong Jiu: "..."

Mo Qi's logic went smoothly: "So, it's not good for me to keep this, it's within the allowable range."

While talking, Mo Qi got up and walked towards the low cabinet, squatting down to open the cabinet: "We haven't finished trying the things you took out last time."

Gong Jiu quickly pounced on him, trying to stop Mo Qi, and his brain quickly began to think about how to save himself.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Gong Jiu's misfortune came to the east, and he sold his father-in-law without hesitation: "Did you know? Your mother and Yelu Ruyu are together!"

Mo Qi: "..."

Mo Qi: "..."

Mo Qi stood up instantly: "What?!"

On a ship in the East China Sea.

Yelu Ruyu and Mo Tang, who were leaning together looking at the magnificent sea water, said, "Ah Choo!"