The old man was dressed in a tattered green robe, like a desolate scholar in the world. He was lying on a rattan chair, holding a wine gourd in his hand and drinking wine one by one, but his whole person had an indescribable sense of elegance.

    Above this stall are four items.

    A guqin, a chess set with endgames, a pair of ancient characters, and a painting!

    There was a wooden sign next to it that said:

    Play the piano, get the piano!

    Break the opening, you can get chess!

    To solve the puzzle, you can get the word!

    If you see it, you can draw it!

    The old man is innocent, you can choose one attempt at a time, one piece of low-grade fairy crystal at a time!

    Seeing this scene, Chu Yan''s eyes flashed a ray of light, but he didn''t speak. Liu Yueying and Yu Tong also stared at these four items.

    "Old man, there is definitely something wrong with your piano, you can''t play it at all!"

    "This chess game is an unsolvable game, and no one will break it!"

    "Is there no answer to this anagram!"

    "On this painting, there is only one grass, what meaning can it have!"

    ...

    At this moment, the onlookers said with all their might.

    Obviously, these four items are extraordinary, otherwise everyone would not come to try, but after many attempts, no one can take this old man, which makes everyone a little angry, this old man does not It would be a lie!

    "You little boys, didn''t the old man say, don''t try if you are not confident, all of this is voluntary, the old man did not force you, if you don''t want to try, get out of the way, don''t block the old man making money!"

    The old man said impatiently to the people in front of him.

    When everyone heard it, there was indeed no word to refute it. Of course, it was their own volition. Moreover, although no one can get any of these four items, it does not prove that no one can do it.

    "I''ll try!"

    At this moment, a young man threw down a piece of inferior immortal crystal, walked towards the guqin, put his hands on the guqin, and started to play.

    Vientiane Dzogchen cultivation base!

    Chu Yan''s eyes flashed, this man looked young, but he was a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Vientiane.

    However, no matter how frantically he plucked, the strings did not move at all, and the fingers of his hands were already stained with blood.

    "The younger generation is weak!"

    Finally, the young man sighed, clasped his fists, and turned to leave.

    "I''m going to break the game!"

    I saw a gray-haired old man walk out, and when he reached the end of the game, he began to try to break the game, but soon, he sweated profusely, and finally left with a sigh.

    On that pair of ancient characters, there was a sentence:

    What is the biggest in the world? What is the smallest?

    "The Dao of Heaven is the greatest, and the Spiritual Mind is the smallest!"

    Someone threw down a piece of fairy crystal and said to the old man in Tsing Yi.

    The old man in Tsing Yi shook his head.

    "Cangyu is the biggest, and the thought is the smallest!"

    Someone threw down a fairy crystal and spoke.

    The old man in green continued to shake his head.

    This question seems simple, but no one can answer it correctly, and everyone is anxious.

    There are also people looking at the painting.

    On this scroll, there is only a small grass, and there is nothing left, but when everyone looks at this painting, they always have an indescribable feeling, and that feeling makes them sure that this painting is not ordinary, but this painting the meaning of which none of them could say.

    For a time, everyone looked at each other in dismay, but no one stood up to continue the challenge.

    "It seems that this is the case for today. Since there is no challenge, the old man is going to close the stall!"

    The old man in Tsing Yi opened his mouth, took the fairy crystals that were piled up into a small mountain on the side, and was about to leave.

    Chu Yan''s complexion changed, and just as he was about to speak, a voice came from behind him:

    "Senior, wait!"

    As soon as this voice came out, everyone opened their mouths behind them.

    I saw four old men striding forward. Each of these four old men wore a Taoist robe, and the words ''qin'', ''chess'', ''book'' and ''painting'' were embroidered on the left chest of the robe.

    "It turned out to be them!"

    Seeing the four of them, Chu Yan smiled inwardly.

    "It''s them!"

    "They''re here again!"

    "This stall owner has been running the stall for ninety-nine years, and the four of them come here once a year. Although the four of them have lost the previous ninety-nine times, their understanding of the four arts is far beyond ordinary people. This time they will succeed. ?"

    ...

    Everyone immediately started talking, and it was obvious that the four had a good reputation here.

    When the old man in green clothes saw the four of them coming, he immediately frowned and said impatiently, "Why are you four guys here again? Every time you fail, you are as stupid as a cow, but you are embarrassed to come.

    When the four of them heard it, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

    If outsiders knew that the sect masters of the four major sects of Confucianism were spoken like this, I am afraid that their jaws would drop.

    That''s right, these four are the Emperor of Qin, the Emperor of Chess, the Emperor of Calligraphy, and the Emperor of Painting. In the ancient battlefield, the four of them also cooperated with Chu Yan in the battle between the starry sky and Xianhai and the ancient remnants, so even if the four of them came here in disguise, Chu Yan was the first to notice.

    "Senior, this time, the four of us have already realized a great deal, and we will definitely be able to challenge successfully!"

    Qin Huang said.

    The other three also spoke in unison.

    "Okay, okay, this is the 100th time, the last time, if you fail today, don''t come again in the future. I don''t want to see you four stupid fellows!"

    The old man in Tsing Yi pouted and said.

    The four of them looked embarrassed, the Qin Emperor walked out first, put down a piece of fairy crystal solemnly, and walked to the guqin.

    "Qin..."

    Qin Huang opened his mouth and pressed his hands sharply.

    With this press, the strings were actually pressed.

    Everyone''s eyes lit up. For a long time, no one could make the strings move, but the person in front of them did it.

    However, the violin still did not make a sound.

    The Emperor Qin frowned slightly, but immediately, the immortal power flowed on his hands, and he played frantically.

    Under its frantic fiddling, the seven strings kept beating, but no matter how the strings were beating, no sound came out.

    Qin Huang''s face became more and more anxious, he bit his fingertips, and a drop of blood fell.

    The blood fell and turned into a blood mist. Under the blood mist, the strings were covered with a layer of red light.

    It''s close, only a little bit, and a little more...

    The Qin Emperor shouted in his heart, he only felt that the Qin was getting closer and closer to the sound, however:

    "Bang!"

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