49
I Just Want to Live a Good Life, but I Surpassed the Protagonist – 48 Divine Bird
“Vulgar! To give up one’s future for a Ye Yong, and to join the Yinhua Hall! Women are truly unreasonable!” A male cultivator was filled with indignation.
The cultivator behind him said, “Then why are you queuing here? Isn’t it to get close to those unreasonable women?”
The female cultivators and male cultivators who intended to join the Yinhua Hall were divided into two lines, and were currently queuing up to display their musical and painting talents.
“How is that possible? To tell you the truth, I’m actually a genius in painting. I joined the Tianluo Sect this time for the sake of the Yinhua Hall.” The male cultivator said.
“Really?” The others clearly didn’t believe him.
Soon, it was the male cultivator’s turn to display his talent.
The Yinhua Hall senior sister, who was like an interviewer, asked him if he knew music or painting, and which one he wanted to demonstrate.
“Painting!” The male cultivator said with a very serious expression.
So the senior sister prepared some brushes, ink, and paper for him.
The male cultivator picked up the brushes and ink, and began to furiously scribble on the paper.
“Phew.” Finally, he wiped the non-existent sweat off his face with a sense of relief.
Everyone took a look.
A crude little chicken was pecking at rice.
“Look! This is the divine bird, the phoenix, that I created!” The male cultivator had just finished speaking when he was sent flying by the senior sister interviewer with her spiritual power.
It was obvious that the senior sister interviewers were in a bad mood.
Of course, they were. They had already tested dozens of male cultivators, but not a single one of them had any talent. They had all come because the Yinhua Hall was full of female cultivators. Just like in previous years, that was why their Yinhua Hall was full of women.
“If anyone dares to come up with another divine chicken or phoenix, or anything that flies, don’t blame us for being impolite!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the number of male cultivators instantly decreased significantly.
As for the female cultivators, they did indeed discover some seedlings with good musical and painting talents.
“Xiaoxiao, why are so many people joining our Sound and Painting Hall this year?” Seeing that the order had completely stabilized, the eighth layer of Golden Core’s Senior Sister finally had a chance to ask Lu Xiaoxiao.
Quite a few Senior Sisters also gathered around.
“Because, because of him.” Lu Xiaoxiao pointed at Ye Yong, who was watching the male cultivators’ performance, with a slightly red face.
“Him?” In fact, the Senior Sisters of the Sound and Painting Hall had already noticed Ye Yong’s existence when they first arrived.
It couldn’t be helped. Ye Yong, who possessed a divine body and an extremely high appearance, was like a self-contained stage light, making it difficult to not notice him.
Lu Xiaoxiao told them what had happened before.
“Could it be that you were so infatuated that you mistook a very ordinary piece of music as a treasure?” A Senior Sister didn’t believe it.
“I wasn’t the only one who heard it. Everyone present heard it. If you don’t believe me, go ask Liang Xiaorou from the Sword Pavilion Hall. She was the one who asked Junior Brother Ye Yong to show off his skills .”
Lu Xiaoxiao had always been quiet and reserved. Although she liked to read, she was not the type to lie. After discussing it for a while, the Senior Sisters decided to give Ye Yong another try.
When there was no one left in the male cultivator team, the Senior Sisters pointed at Ye Yong and asked him to demonstrate.
When Ye Yong read novels, he only read some descriptions of the Sound and Painting Hall. For example, the Sound and Painting Hall was the only place in the Tianluo Sect that didn’t have any male cultivators, but there was no detailed description of the interior of the Sound and Painting Hall. It only focused on the female protagonist, who was also the hall master of the Sound and Painting Hall, Mu Qingyin.
In any case, before deciding to join the Sound and Painting Hall, Ye Yong had never thought that the hall would be full of beautiful Senior Sisters. Now that he had seen it, he was even more determined to join.
“Since it is the request of the Senior Sisters, then I, Ye, will make a fool of myself.” Ye Yong knew that it was time to show off again. He took out his flute, twirled it around his hand a few times , then put it to his lips and closed his eyes.
Unlike the previous melody that matched the tranquility of the night and could soothe people’s hearts, this time the melody was obviously much more lively, as if it could allow people to see a scene of spring arriving and all things recovering in their minds.
The sound of the flute was melodious and lingering. Even the birds that were resting in the forest began to sing, responding to Ye Yong’s flute.
Ye Yong’s cultivation was just not enough. However, in terms of his understanding of music, he could now be compared to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Cultivators began to understand the Dao at the Nascent Soul stage. This was also why the Fallen Immortal Old Man said that Ye Yong was able to play a flute with a hint of the charm of entering the Dao at his age and with his cultivation. It was truly rare and he praised him greatly.
After the song was finished, Ye Yong put away his flute. There was a faint, gentle smile on his lips, but in fact, he was very excited about his own show-off.
“Senior Sister Yibai!” The female cultivators of the Sound and Painting Hall who had come to their senses looked at the eighth layer of Golden Core’s Senior Sister.
Senior Sister Yibai understood what everyone meant. Not to mention them, even she herself strongly hoped that Ye Yong would join the Sound and Painting Hall.
With his talent and appearance, he was simply a Junior Brother tailor-made for them by heaven!
However, as the Senior Sister with the highest cultivation and a ‘high age’ of 200 years old, Yibai knew that she had to remain calm, so she just nodded and said with an expressionless face, “You played well.”
However, the obvious misuse of words exposed the shock and surprise in her heart. The flute was obviously blown, not played. However, no one corrected Yibai. Many female cultivators were still immersed in the melody played by Ye Yong, while the male cultivators were so jealous that they were about to explode.
If they had half of Ye Yong’s musical talent, why would they not be able to enter the Sound and Painting Hall?
The Senior Brothers from other halls who came to recruit new disciples hated Ye Yong very much. It was fine that he was handsome, but why did he also understand music? Didn’t he know that handsomeness and music combined were the easiest way to win a woman’s heart? However, they thought that Ye Yong would definitely make a fool of himself in the assessment given by the hall master, so they felt a lot more balanced in their hearts.
It should be known that every year, even if there were male cultivators who wanted to enter the Sound and Painting Hall, even if they had musical and painting talents, they would have to pass the hall master’s test in the end. And the Sound and Painting Hall’s hall master’s test… hehehe, no normal man could possibly pass it smoothly. Those male cultivators who failed the test would all become laughingstocks.
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, he seems to be good at painting too.” Lu Xiaoxiao remembered that Ye Yong had said that he knew a little about everything. With such a high level of musical knowledge, his painting skills must not be bad either .
“Oh?” Yibai majored in painting. She sized up Ye Yong with her beautiful eyes. “Although you have already passed in terms of music, I still want to see your painting skills. I wonder if you can fulfill my humble request?”
Sigh.
Ye Yong sighed in his heart.
It wasn’t that he deliberately wanted to show off, but that the people around him were forcing him to.
“Of course, you can.” Ye Yong took the pen, ink, and paper that the shy Senior Sister Lu handed over, rolled up his sleeves, thought for a while, and then started to paint.
As the content of the painting gradually unfolded, the gazes of the onlookers became more and more surprised, solemn, envious, and admiring.
Yibai didn’t watch Ye Yong paint the whole time. She was waiting for the final result.
Because a good painting, after someone watched the whole process of its completion, the sense of surprise would be much less when the finished product was revealed.
The female cultivators who understood painting all thought so, but they also found it a bit difficult to wait. They really wanted to see the finished product as soon as possible.
“Swish!” As Ye Yong finished his last stroke, everyone gasped.