Chapter 321: He is the first



Oh, there is some trick.

Xie Fang planned to compose a poem.

Xiao Er, who was waiting in the pavilion, prepared writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone for him, but Xie Fang still used his own brush.

In just a few breaths of dipping his brush in ink, a poem had already taken shape in his mind, and he wrote it down fluently.

The font is elegant and powerful, and the calligraphy is beautiful, as is the poem.

However, Dao Zhong did not respond at all.

Xie Fang looked at Xiao Er.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xie, you failed the challenge. Each person only has one chance per day, please come again tomorrow." Xiao Er bowed slightly to him.

Failed? Xie Fang walked out of the pavilion without feeling embarrassed.

"Mr. Xie, aren't you going to take this calligraphy with you?" Xiao Er asked.

Xie Fang turned his back to him and waved his hands, "No, it's up to you."

Xiao Er was about to put the calligraphy away, after all, it was the work of the Immortal Poet. At this time, Pei Hao asked: "Brother, can you let us appreciate it?"

Xiao Er then handed the poem to him.

Pei Hao and the others read it one by one, and they all thought it was well written. But it was also true that the Dao Bell did not ring.

So, what level does it take to achieve a skill that is close to the Tao? The second person to go up was Liu Jingran. When he played the music, everyone outside the pavilion quieted down and listened quietly.

It is an extremely rare thing to be able to listen to the music of the zither master up close.

When the song was over, everyone felt that this song should only exist in heaven and rarely be heard in the world. In two words, it was beautiful! However, the Taoist bell remained silent.

The third one, the fourth one... seven or eight people went up, but they all failed in the challenge.

Some people couldn't help but wonder, "Will this bell really ring?"

Those masters were all world-famous figures with superb skills and great live performances, but without exception they all failed.

One cannot help but doubt the authenticity of the Taoist bell.

At this time, Shen Yizi was standing outside the crowd. She had been there for quite a while and thought that those people behaved very well, but the Taoist bell did not ring.

She had no doubts about the Dao Bell. After all, she had spent thousands of points to redeem it.

The Dao bell has not rung once until now, which only means that the performance skills of the previous challengers have not yet reached the standard of "close to the Tao".

Failed to move the bell.

This doesn't mean they are incapable, but they are still a little short of it.

Take Xie Fang for example. She was sure that if his state when writing poetry was the same as when he wrote "Ode to the Peach Blossom Fairy Encountering Her in the Moonlight" on the wall yesterday, it would probably be fine.

That kind of mysterious, wonderful, and seamless state, like an epiphany.

In the current situation, if she cannot convince everyone of the authenticity of the Dao Bell, then everyone will probably conclude that the Dao Bell is a fake, and her authority as the owner of the manor will be greatly reduced.

This is not what she wanted to see.

Unless someone now really reaches a level where his skills are close to the Tao and resonate with the Tao bell, this can dispel everyone's doubts.

But where can she find such a person now? Those standing here now include almost half of the world's talents.

What a bad decision.

Seeing the people outside the pavilion gradually dispersed, Shen Yizi seemed to see a money tree moving away from him.

Just then, a man about forty years old with a dark face walked into the pavilion.

"I don't have any special skills. I'm just a juggler who makes a living by performing ventriloquism. Is that okay?" He was very reserved.

Xiao Er's attitude towards him was no different from his attitude towards Xie Fang and the others. "Voiceover is also a skill. It is no different from the other arts like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Of course you can do it."

Hearing this, the man obviously relaxed a lot.

When performing ventriloquism, a curtain needs to be hung around the performer to block the view and allow people to only listen with their ears.

After the scene was set, Chen Lu, also known as the Hanzi, began his performance.

The ventriloquist act he performed was called "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix". He had been able to perform this act before, but he always felt that his performance was not good enough and that something was missing. It was not until he watched the illusion yesterday and saw the true form of the phoenix that he realized what he was missing.

As soon as he starts singing, Chen Lu forgets everything around him and immerses himself in his own world.

Listening from the outside, all kinds of bird sounds gathered in the pavilion, mixed but not chaotic, and together they composed a natural and beautiful music.

When the clear and proud voice of the Phoenix that shook the sky rang out, the whole performance accidentally reached its climax.

Those who were about to leave couldn't help but stop and listen carefully.

Closing their eyes and listening only to the sound, they seemed to see the shocking illusion of yesterday reappear before their eyes.

When the performance ended, everyone was still immersed in it.

At this time, "When——"

A clear and mighty bell sounded, spreading in all directions.

Everyone who heard the bell fell into a mysterious state, as if they had an epiphany. In an instant, their minds became clearer than ever before, and many of their previous confusions were answered at this moment.

It is nothing more than an epiphany and a sudden realization.

Among them, Chen Lu, who was closest to Dao Zhong, gained the greatest benefit.

After all, he was the one who made Dao Zhong resonate, and he was also the first one.

When Chen Lu walked out of the Taoist pavilion, he saw that outside the pavilion, which was originally sparsely populated, there was now a large crowd of people gathered, all staring at him with shining eyes.

He was startled. What happened? "It's coming out, it's coming out..."

"May I ask your name, bro?"

"Chen, Chen Lu."

"It turned out to be Brother Chen. Congratulations! Brother Chen is the first person to let the Dao Bell ring. Even the Immortal Poet and the Sage of Zither have not been able to do that."

"Ah, I don't deserve it, I just got lucky."

"Hey, Brother Chen, don't be so modest. You can make the Dao Bell ring, so you must have some outstanding qualities. Brother Chen, can you teach us some experience in clearing the level?"

Everyone surrounded Chen Lu and asked him for advice.

Having experienced the benefits brought by the bell sound, they no longer have any doubts about the Taoist bell and all want to experience the feeling of having the Taoist bell ring for them.

Most people think that ventriloquism is just a kind of thing that is not worthy of being in the upper class, and cannot be compared with music, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, the reality is that the previous few performers of "highbrow" arts all failed, and only Chen Lu, who is good at ventriloquism, succeeded. Naturally, they want to learn from him.

Chen Lu’s success also gave hope to more “lower-class” artists.

It turns out that in front of the Taoist bell, there is no distinction between noble and humble skills, only the difference in level. If the skills are high, the Taoist bell will ring. If the skills do not meet the requirements, no matter who they are, the Taoist bell will not ring.


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