Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

"It's very simple! The four music studios will compete in three rounds. The first round will be for musical instruments, and the second and third rounds will be for singing and dancing."

Eunuch Li narrowed his eyes slightly and continued, "In each of the three rounds of competition, the princes and ministers invited by the crown prince will give scores and assessments. In the end, the one with the highest score will win based on the combined results of the three rounds."

"So that's it!"

Situ Yifan nodded. Now that he understood the rules, he felt more confident.

After all, the craftsmanship of making musical instruments in ancient times was even more limited. Although I didn't understand the traditional playing techniques of ancient music troupes, I could see that they were not outstanding.

As for singing and dancing, they can definitely compete with the creativity they bring from modern times.

Even so, Situ Yifan still asked cautiously: "Eunuch, are there any specific criteria for this scoring and evaluation?"

Eunuch Li snorted, "The standard is naturally that His Highness and the ministers will make a comprehensive judgment based on your skills, creativity, and expressiveness. Each person will have one vote, and the one with the most votes will win."

Situ Yifan nodded. This seemed somewhat similar to "The Voice" on TV.

I didn't expect that there was such a selection mechanism in ancient times. I can't help but be surprised.

Following the guidance of Eunuch Li, everyone entered the Eastern Palace of Crown Prince Yang Yong.

The Prince's Eastern Palace is magnificent with its carved beams and painted pillars. Every detail demonstrates the royal dignity and extraordinaryness.

After passing through a rockery, everyone entered a grand hall.

In the center of the hall, there is a large stage with a huge screen as the background.

The screen is embroidered with pictures of magnificent mountains and rivers and blooming flowers.

In front of the stage, there are carefully arranged seats, which are filled with fruits and tea.

Inside the hall, three groups of beautiful girls were already quietly waiting in the corner. They looked like they were from the other three music troupes that came to participate in the performance, and they were all women.

Eunuch Li brought the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe to a corner, where he stood and whispered a few words to the young eunuch beside him.

The young eunuch replied "yes" and turned and left in a hurry.

Soon, another group of eunuchs carried a set of exquisite chimes and set them up on the stage.

Afterwards, a very imposing old eunuch in his fifties walked to the center of the stage.

Standing in the center of the stage, the old eunuch waved to the people in the audience.

"Dear actors, the first competition is about musical instruments. Among them, Fengyin, Yunshang, and Chaolu, the three music houses are all playing chime bells."

"You don't need the chimes you brought. We in the royal family can provide them for you."

"As for the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe, you are the last to arrive. Do you have any musical instruments? If not, you can give up this first show."

"Have!"

How could Situ Yifan give up the opportunity for the first game? He couldn't play the chimes, but he was confident in the drum set.

He said hurriedly: "The instrument of the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe is the drum set."

"Drums?"

The old eunuch was slightly startled and looked at Situ Yifan, "You guys also use drums as musical instruments? Are they as loud as war drums?"

"Is this..."

Situ Yifan was stunned. He had only seen the war drum in movies and TV shows, but he had no idea what it was like. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

“It should be about the same!”

Seeing Situ Yifan was stunned, Chengfeng stood up and said calmly: "I know the difference between war drums and drum kits very well. If we compare the performance effects, war drums cannot be compared with drum kits."

After hearing this, the eunuch turned his gaze to Chengfeng.

He stared at Chengfeng for a while, then walked off the stage and quickly came to Chengfeng.

Eunuch Li hurriedly bowed to him and said, "Li Bin greets Chief Steward Zhao."

After saying this, he shouted to the people around him, "Hurry up and see Chief Steward Zhao."

Situ Yifan saw that this Manager Zhao seemed to be of some importance, and he quickly bowed to everyone.

Chengfeng naturally would not perform the salute, not to mention that he had been a mountain god and was disdainful of such a thing.

Even if he had never been one, he never took the royal family seriously.

Even though I had to endure this humiliation against my will, my friendship with Situ Yifan was not so bad.

Chengfeng looked indifferent, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and looked at Manager Zhao with a hint of unruly smile.

Upon seeing this scene, Eunuch Li couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and shouted loudly at Chengfeng.

"You...you country bumpkin, how dare you be so bold?"

Facing Eunuch Li's scolding, Chengfeng remained calm and ignored it.

A strange look flashed across Manager Zhao's face, and he waved his hand to Eunuch Li, "Li Bin, please be patient."

After saying that, he set his gaze on Chengfeng, looked him up and down, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"I haven't asked this little brother yet, what is your name?"

"Song Chengfeng!" Chengfeng said calmly.

"Young man, are you the head of the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe?" asked Manager Zhao.

"No!" Chengfeng shook his head, "I'm just a member of the Evergrande Song and Dance Troupe."

"Members?" Manager Zhao was slightly stunned and shook his head. "What a pity! What a pity!"

"What's such a pity?" Chengfeng was puzzled.

Manager Zhao did not answer his question, but stared at him with a serious expression.

"Little brother, may I have a word with you?"

After saying that, he said no more and walked towards a secluded corner where no one was.

Everyone around was confused, not knowing what Manager Zhao was up to.

Situ Yifan frowned slightly and looked at Chengfeng with mixed feelings.

He was not worried that Chengfeng would get hurt. His only worry now was that Chengfeng would mess things up and the two thousand silver would be lost.

For Chengfeng, of course he didn't want to make things worse, but he didn't want to put himself in a difficult position even more.

As long as I can get by, I won't bother with them.

It's not a bad idea to talk to someone in a remote place, but we have to see what this Manager Zhao wants.

Chengfeng smiled, turned around and followed Manager Zhao, and followed him to a deserted place.

Manager Zhao looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he stopped.

He smiled and nodded at Chengfeng, lowering his voice: "Little brother, I see that you have a unique talent. It's a pity for you to be a folk musician."

"Why don't you take me as your master? I will teach you the unique skills and guarantee that you will become a genius in the future."

"Even if you want to be an official, you can definitely become a famous general. It's much better than being a musician. What do you think?"

After saying this, his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Oh?" Chengfeng was slightly stunned. He didn't expect to be called here and someone wanted to take him in as a disciple. This was completely beyond his expectations.

Chengfeng looked at Manager Zhao and asked in surprise, "Do you know martial arts?"

"That's natural!"

Manager Zhao straightened his chest, his eyes revealing a kind of pride, "I can't say that my skills are unrivaled in the world, but I have never met an opponent. If you follow me, I guarantee that you will become successful and famous, and unrivaled in the world."

"is it?"

Cheng Feng smiled slightly, with a hint of arc on the corner of his mouth, "I wonder what kind of martial arts Manager Zhao practices? It's so powerful."

Manager Zhao lowered his voice to the lowest level, "Little brother, have you ever heard: If you grow towards the sun, the flowers will bloom to the highest level?"