Xuanhua Hall.

"This is...the whole view of the Nine Nether Realm?!"

Li Jingyao blurted out this while admiring the paintings made by Li Wuji.

After hearing Li Jingyao's words, the civil servants of Li Kingdom present once again opened their eyes in surprise.

None of them have ever been to the Nine Nether Realm, so they have no idea what kind of place the Nine Nether Realm is. They can only hear some rumors occasionally.

After all, Jiuyou Realm is the most humble place in the capital, and the people living there are all people with low status or low-level status.

Literary people have always been noble, and it is impossible for them to go to that kind of place.

But Taiqing recognized him at a glance, which made all the civil servants next to him feel ashamed and embarrassed.

"Your Highness's keen eye is exactly that."

Li Wuji smiled and said slowly.

"Although I have never been there, after seeing this picture, I wish I could go there now."

"Young Master Wuji is indeed a great talent. This painting is the only one in the world! Look at this river, this house, and this street with people coming and going!"

"It's really great, so lifelike, it feels like you're actually there!"

A group of civil servants stood in front of the scroll, and they were all full of praise. Their faces were full of reverence when they looked at Li Wuji.

Li Wuji smiled, enjoying the admiration of everyone, pretending to be unpredictable and profound. The scene in the painting was exactly what he saw while standing in front of the window without any trouble in the Jiuyou Realm.

And in the most conspicuous position, there is a dazzling small building, which is Wuji Building.

"Excuse me, what exactly is this Nine Nether Realm...?"

The middle-aged man on the side was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but slowly asked.

This question is a question shared by everyone in the Qianguo mission, because they know nothing about Liguo and do not remember such a place.

"Right under your feet, under the ground, there is a real market place, where a group of the poorest and most humble people live, but it is full of fireworks. Maybe in the future, there will no longer be distinctions between high and low, and all living beings will be equal.

Go towards the heart.”

Li Wuji smiled and said slowly, with a meaningful smile on his lips, and turned to look at Li Jingyao beside him.

"I lost..."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, lowered his head in despair, and lost the last trace of his stubbornness.

He used a painting of the vast mountains and rivers of the Qian Kingdom to lose to a painting of fireworks in the marketplace, and was completely defeated.

"Your Highness, since you were the first to recognize this painting, why don't you give it a name?"

Li Wuji looked at Li Jingyao, who looked a little solemn, and said slowly.

"Let's call it Jiuyou."

Li Jingyao nodded, and after thinking for a moment, she said decisively.

"good!"

Li Wuji shouted, picked up the pen again, and quickly wrote two words on the side of the painting!

Jiuyou!

"Young master's paintings are amazing. I wonder if you can give this painting to me?"

Xu Zhao, the Grand Scholar of the Imperial Palace, came closer with an excited expression and looked at Li Wuji expectantly and asked.

"I want!"

"I want it too!"

As soon as Xu Zhao finished speaking, other civil servants began to rush to speak.

The painting is amazing enough, not to mention it was named after the Queen himself. Who wouldn’t want to own it?

Li Jingyao hesitated for a moment, shook her head with a smile, turned around and returned to her seat to sit down.

Originally she wanted the painting, but seeing so many people snatching it, she had no choice but to give up because of her appearance.

"Everyone, since it was Master Xu who spoke first, then if this painting is to be given as a gift, it can only be given to him."

As Li Wuji said this, he put away the scroll and handed it into Xu Zhao's hands.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you very much!"

When Xu Zhao heard this, his face was full of joy. He took it carefully and held it in his arms lovingly, as if he was afraid of being snatched away by others.

"Master, are you happy too early?"

At this moment, Shen Qingshan, the deputy envoy of Qianguo Wenshu Monastery, suddenly spoke again, with a hint of contempt in his voice.

"Are you not convinced?"

Li Wuji turned around slowly, looked up and down at this disgusting old man from head to toe, curled his lips and asked.

"Since it's an exchange, it's natural to have to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The young master just won on the painting, but the other three items haven't been shown yet. I wonder if the young master still dares to respond?"

Shen Qingshan stroked his beard and asked with an inscrutable expression, his words full of provocation.

"Your apprentice is too weak and not interesting. Do you want to come in person?"

“Teach anytime!”

Li Wuji snorted lightly and said with an indifferent expression.

"Hmph, you just defeated one of my apprentices, there are three more!"

Shen Qingshan snorted coldly and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, three more middle-aged men stood up and raised their hands to Li Jingyao and Li Wuji respectively.

"Qinqi, calligraphy and painting?!"

"So they are the four sons of Manjusri?!"

Xu Zhao, who was secretly delighted while holding the painting, looked up when he heard Shen Qingshan's words and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What? Are you famous?"

Li Wuji raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Xu Zhao, and asked casually.

"The Four Sons of Manjusri are the only four close disciples accepted by Mr. Shen. They are the four most outstanding people among the younger generation of literary circles in the Qian Kingdom. They have become famous at a young age and are called the Four Sons of Manjusri! They are each proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. !”

Xu Zhao looked at Li Jingyao and Li Wuji, and said slowly, with a slightly solemn look on his face.

"So famous? But didn't you lose the painting just now? I can't see it like that."

"It seems that today we are going to compete in the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, right? A round-the-wheel battle, right? That's okay. I happen to know a little bit about these four, so we might as well compare with each other."

Li Wuji spread his hands, showing the look of a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor, and said nonchalantly.

After listening to Li Wuji's words, Li Guo's civil servants began to sweat again, not knowing whether they would win or lose in the next three games.

Li Jingyao was also looking at Li Wuji, her face slightly worried, and her unsteady eyes seemed to be sending a signal to Li Wuji, asking you, are you really okay?

But the one with the ugliest face was the middle-aged man who lost the painting, who was already ashamed of himself.

"Young master, you don't need to be quick with your words. My subordinate, Yan Song, practiced the piano at the age of seven and became famous at the age of nine. He was praised and loved by the world, and he was given the false name of a piano fanatic."

"But I still have some rudimentary skills. I just saw the young master coming with a guqin. The piano is a good one. It seems to have hundreds of years of experience. But I wonder if the young master can join me next time. Please give me some advice!"

At this time, another middle-aged man came out, hugged his fists towards Li Wuji, and said in a pretending to be humble.

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Li Wuji's reply, he took out his piano and sat directly in the center of the hall. He placed the piano on his knees, stroked the strings with his five fingers, and raised his head to look at Li Wuji.

Seeing this scene, Li Wuji couldn't help but smile and shook his head. This was to force him to compete. It seemed that he wouldn't be allowed to leave until these four competitions were completed today.

"Commander, thank you for your help."

Li Wuji turned his head and hugged Tongzhuo, who was standing behind Li Jingyao, and said slowly.

Tongzhuo glanced at Taiqing in front of him, slowly walked to where Li Wuji was sitting, picked up the guqin, walked slowly to Li Wuji, and placed the guqin on the table where he had been painting.

"Bring me the wine, too."

Li Wuji smiled and said something into Tongzhuo's ear.

Upon hearing this, Tongzhuo couldn't help but frowned and glared at Li Wuji, but he still turned back obediently and took Li Wuji's wine bottle and wine glass.

"You start first, let me listen and see if I can pass the exam."

Li Wuji sat carelessly in front of the table. While pouring wine, he raised his hand to the middle-aged man and said indifferently.

Grade exam?

Upon hearing this word, everyone here was confused and didn't know its meaning.

But it was no longer important, because the middle-aged man sitting on the floor had already started playing, and as his fingers moved, a melodious sound of the piano instantly began to reverberate in the hall.

With the exception of Li Wuji, who seemed to be aloof, everyone seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano. It was a blessing for all literati in the world to hear one of the famous four sons of Manjusri playing the piano with his own ears.

Li Jingyao sat at the highest point, looking at Li Wuji who was doing nothing, her heart was as calm as water. She knew that Li Wuji would never lose to anyone in terms of attainments in the guqin, because she had heard it with her own ears.
Chapter completed!