The Heavenly Sword Sect and the Blowing Snow Mountain Villa sent the qin scores to Peng Xian'er and Fifth Sky.
They then selected the best few qin scores and took turns trying them out. However, the results were still unsatisfactory.
Not only did Fifth Sky and Chang Jiankong have no more chances, Peng Xian'er and Fifth Sky only had one chance left each.
The two had ugly expressions on their faces. Without sufficient confidence, they didn't dare try anymore.
The situation was gradually becoming deadlocked.
Because over these past days, almost all the cultivators present had tried, yet from beginning to end, no one was able to make Jiang Yu open his eyes, let alone satisfy him.
"Greetings, Senior Jiang Yu. Please let me try," a melodious voice rang out. Then everyone saw a white figure gently bow to Jiang Yu before gracefully sitting down on the floor.
"Ah!"
"Calligraphy, qin and painting, it's actually Calligraphy, Qin and Painting!"
"My god, how did she get here too!"The crowd let out startled cries, and many cultivators revealed pig-like gazes.
"That woman actually came, damn it!"
Peng Xian'er and Fifth Sky also revealed solemn looks.
Calligraphy, Qin and Painting was true to her name. She was highly accomplished in calligraphy, qin and painting.
Not only that, she was also publicly recognized as number one of the younger generation in all of Nansha. She was the first to breakthrough to the Martial Venerable realm at a young age.
In addition, she was the saintess of the number one sect of Nansha, the Demon Sound Sect.
She could be said to be a woman blessed with countless halos.
Obviously, her arrival changed the situation.
Because everyone could see that she had the greatest chance of inheriting from Jiang Yu.
"Dong!"
The strings of the ancient qin fluctuated, and a melodious tune floated out.
As her tune started, many people unconsciously quieted down, and some revealed ashamed looks.
Compared to Calligraphy, Qin and Painting, their songs and qin skills were simply not on the same level.
It had to be said.
Calligraphy, Qin and Painting was worthy of her reputation.
Finally, her song slowly ended. Her exquisite face slowly lifted up to look at Jiang Yu.
And the others also looked towards Jiang Yu.
Then, to everyone's surprise, Jiang Yu sitting on the qin stage slowly opened his eyes.
"Very good."
"But not enough!"
With just these brief words, Jiang Yu closed his eyes again.
"Ah!"
"It's still not enough!"
"My god, what does it take to inherit his legacy?!"
Seeing that Jiang Yu said Calligraphy, Qin and Painting's song still wasn't enough, the crowd cried out in surprise. At the very least, over these past days, Calligraphy, Qin and Painting was the only one who made Jiang Yu open his eyes.
Calligraphy, Qin and Painting's brows twitched slightly, but her beautiful face was unchanged. She got up, bowed deeply to Jiang Yu, then retreated to the side.
"Saintess, we can't keep going on like this!" Chang Jiankong said in a deep voice: "Although Calligraphy, Qin and Painting hasn't inherited his legacy, it seems she still has the greatest chance. We have to hurry up and think of something!"
Peng Xian'er furrowed her brows tightly. She suddenly noticed Yu Wujie was missing.
"Where is he?"
Peng Xian'er asked.
"He was just here," Chang Jiankong also furrowed his brows. Clearly his mind had been on Calligraphy, Qin and Painting earlier, so he didn't notice when Yu Wujie disappeared.
At this time, Yu Wujie had already arrived in Pingjiang City.
"Qin scores, qin scores..."
Muttering to himself, he arrived at the entrance of the Little Martial Hall.
Sure enough.
The Little Martial Hall was crowded with people again, quietly listening to Yi Feng sitting on the steps playing the guitar.
"Let's have 'Ordinary Road'," Yi Feng smiled at the crowd after finishing a song.
Perhaps because he had an audience, sitting here playing guitar every day had become a habit. And he would never miss playing "Ordinary Road" daily.
"Dong dong dong..."
The guitar rang out, and the crowd below closed their eyes.
Yu Wujie craned his neck to listen from the corner of the wall, unable to help praising, "This kid really plays well, in my opinion even better than that Calligraphy, Qin and Painting. Buddy here has copied it down, maybe I can turn the tables and obtain the Saint King's legacy, hahaha!"
That's right.
The reason Yu Wujie came here was that he recalled the song Yi Feng played last time he passed by. So he wanted to copy down this song and try his luck at Jiang Yu's tomb.
Finally, when the guitar strings quieted under Yi Feng's fingers, Yu Wujie had copied down the entire song.
"Hmm, although I don't know what instrument that guy is playing, the effect should be similar when played on a qin here."
Yu Wujie happily put away the score, swaggering towards the city gates.
Across from him, a nightsoil carrier happened to walk by.
Yu Wujie frowned, immediately shouting at the nightsoil carrier, "Hey, lowly mortal, can't you see the buddy here is passing through? Hurry up and make way!"
However, to his surprise, golden light suddenly flashed in the nightsoil carrier's eyes. He grabbed Yu Wujie by the neck and plunged his head into the nightsoil bucket.
After another beating, he threw Yu Wujie into the gutter and quietly left.
"Damn it, damn it! Who is that nightsoil carrier, to be so powerful!"
Yu Wujie crawled out of the gutter with a swollen face, looking at the score in his arms. He immediately breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"Phew, luckily the score is fine."
"Humph, no matter who you are, this buddy will have your life in the future!"
Yu Wujie hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed towards the city gates.
"Where did you go?"
Seeing Yu Wujie return smelling faintly of filth, Peng Xian'er asked with a frown.
"I just went back to get a song I composed before, ran into some small trouble on the way." Yu Wujie evasively said.
"A song you composed?"
Peng Xian'er's brows furrowed slightly. Although she knew Yu Wujie could play the qin a little, she didn't know he could compose songs.
"Oh, Brother Yu is going to try?"
"Maybe he really has a chance, after all he did open the Heavenly Gate last time."
"Brother Yu, hurry and try!"
Hearing this, the crowd spoke up.
"Haha, you're too kind, then I'll give it a try." Yu Wujie cupped his fists with a silly grin.
"Are you sure you can do it?" Peng Xian'er looked completely distrustful.
"Saintess, what's the harm in letting him try!" Chang Jiankong spoke up from the side.
Peng Xian'er pondered briefly before saying to Yu Wujie, "Then go ahead."
"Alright, Xian'er, I definitely won't let you down."
Yu Wujie tidied his clothes, took out a qin from his storage ring, and sat cross-legged in the center.
On his way here, he had already memorized the score. Referring to his memories, he slowly placed his palms on the strings.
"Dong dong dong dong..."
The intro of "Ordinary Road" slowly rang out.
"Hm?"
Hearing this intro, Calligraphy, Qin and Painting sitting to the side immediately looked towards Yu Wujie.
Next moment, Jiang Yu sitting on the qin platform suddenly opened his eyes!
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