"Are you questioning the judgement of several of our examiners?" The examiner of the piano test said coldly.

The student was at a loss for words, and his companions also showed a resentful expression.

At this time, the old man said leisurely: "Who told you to look down on Siyi, I don't know how many more people will be sent to the competition, and now the first name has been taken, who is to blame? If you don't agree, next month's Wenbi will challenge again. But the old man wants to Remind you that Zhuo Fan of Yingshu Pavilion is excellent in all four arts, so he doesn't have to show his ugliness."

When everyone heard the words, they were all indignant and didn't dare to be rude to Elder Ge, so they could only vent their anger on Qi Surong.

Qi Surong glanced at the old man helplessly, and the old man would really hate her. With his words, the number of people who participate in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting will definitely increase next time.

And she has become the target of all major academies.

In the final re-ranking, Baiyang Academy and Yingshuge were tied for first place, Yunzhong Academy was third, Zhenwen Academy and Lucheng Academy were fourth and fifth respectively.

In this fight, Yingshu Pavilion can be said to have taken the limelight. The four people defeated the three academies and took the top spot. Baiyang Academy, which was tied for the first place, was robbed of the limelight.

Ji Yun's strong debate, Sun Junxuan's strong memory, Huang Zheng's strong poetry, and Zhuo Fan's strong art left a deep impression on everyone.

The Fourth Young Master of Yingshu Pavilion has since spread his reputation far and wide.

Before leaving, the examiner of the piano test gave Qi Surong a sheet of music: "This is what the old man promised you before. As long as you complete three more rounds, I will give you a gift."

Qi Surong touched the slightly outdated piano score in his hand and said respectfully, "Thank you sir, I will cherish it in the future."

"Your piano skills are extraordinary, the old man hopes that you can reach a higher level in the future."

"It is determined to live up to the expectations of Mr.

☆、Chapter 33 Extra: Master (1)

The sky was overcast and the rain poured. She fell into the mud, her hands dripping with blood, and under the rain, she felt no pain at all. There is indifference in his eyes, as if he has no attachment to this world at all.

Just like this, just die like this...

At this moment, in the gradually blurred vision, a figure appeared faintly. The man held a large aqua blue umbrella to shield her from the rain that was beating on her body.

"Why should I lie down in the rain to sleep? I have a more comfortable place, old man. Would you like to take a look?"

These words came to her ears along with the sound of rain, and then she fell into darkness completely.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in a log cabin, the bed under her was not even a mattress.

Is this what the old man called "a more comfortable place"?

She looked at her hands, the wounds had been treated, but the fingers were broken, what's the use of keeping them?

The heavy rain outside has not stopped, the sound of the rain poured into the house, and the humid air gave people a gloomy feeling.

She stared up blankly, as still as a puppet.

"Hey, awake?" The wooden door was opened, and an old man walked in. His hair and beard were messed up, as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, and looked like a beggar.

"The old man brought you hot porridge. The girl from the neighboring village made it. It tastes good. Get up and eat it?"

She didn't respond, her whole body was dead.

The old man put down the food box, took off his sackcloth, and said to himself, "Don't lie down, you will also hurt your fingers a little bit. If you can run and jump, get up and eat by yourself."

Did your finger hurt a little? She closed her eyes in pain.

Having lost her family, her husband, her children, her dignity, her identity, and now she has lost her hands to survive, what is left of her?

She has... nothing.

"You really don't eat it?" The old man said casually while chewing something, "The fragrant hot porridge and the roast chicken that is charred outside and tender inside are very delicious."

very noisy! Can't she just die quietly?

The aroma lingers in the nose, making people feel impetuous.

The old man ate happily, and from time to time he would like to say a few words.

She was unmoved and didn't even look at him in the end, but her stomach honestly reflected her hunger.

The old man made a few noises, packed up the dishes, turned around and walked out of the room, and the surroundings returned to dead silence again.

The next day, the old man showed up in the house with the food again, and he still ate happily without forcing her, but just said some incongruous words.

On the third day, he came again.

At this time, she was so hungry that her eyes were blurry and her limbs were weak, but she still held a breath.

The fourth day...the fifth day...it's very strange, she is obviously weak to the extreme, but she is not dead.

It wasn't until the seventh day that she couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Why save me? Why don't you let me die?"

The old man smiled and said: "Even if you look at it one more time, it's fine, these green mountains and green waters, all kinds of grass and red leaves."

After saying this, the old man left with his hands behind his back, and did not appear again the next day.

She curled up on the bedboard, feeling the life force slipping away.

Just like that, let her die in peace, let her die in peace.

She has been living alone until now, it's enough, it's enough...

What's the point of continuing to live?

"Even if you look at it one more time, it's fine, these green mountains and green waters, all kinds of grass and red leaves." The old man's words suddenly surfaced in his mind.

She opened her eyes, looked at a dim room, and suddenly felt so cold.

One more look, one more look, okay?

She propped her body up with difficulty and moved towards the wooden door step by step.

Raising his bandaged hand, he pushed open the somewhat old wooden door.

The sunlight outside the house shone on her instantly.

She covered her eyes with her hands, and slowly adjusted to the outside light through the gaps between her fingers.

Putting down her hand, she slowly opened her eyes. Beneath the boundless sky, the peaks and peaks rose and fell, and the mist was shrouded in the distance, like a sea of ​​clouds waving tides. The trees are lush, swaying in the wind, and reflecting a little starlight in the sun. Birds chirping in the empty valley, spring water gurgling, fences, stone mills, and jasmine bamboos are like picture scrolls.