Chapter 896: All Trash!

Soon, Lu Zhouhe finished his piece.

After the hall was silent for a moment, thunderous applause and praise suddenly erupted!

The commotion was far more intense than it had been for the Dong family young lady just a moment ago.

Clearly, this piece by Lu Zhouhe had conquered the hearts of many people present, making them admire him and be convinced.

After all, even Xu Que was quite convinced by this piece. At the very least, relying on himself, it would be absolutely impossible to compose such a high-quality piece.

This person, Lu Zhouhe, was not at all inferior to master-level figures like Beethoven.

It was just that when Lu Zhouhe put away his ancient zither, he swept a meaningful glance toward Xu Que's side, full of mockery and sarcasm.

This was clearly a provocation and disdain, seemingly in response to his head-shaking action earlier.

Simply put, it was telling Xu Que: "If you can do it, you go up; if you can't, don't act cool!"

"Damn!"

Xu Que was immediately unhappy. What this King of Acting Cool wanted was a face-slapping delivered to his door, not this kind of contemptuous look. You are fucking courting death.

Thinking of this, Xu Que almost wanted to throw a punch and beat this pretty boy to death.

Whoosh!

But at this moment, Er Gouzi suddenly leaned over from somewhere and whispered sneakily: "Kid, something big has happened."

"What is it?" Xu Que was startled.

Er Gouzi whispered: "Holy shit, this God Venerable was scared to death just now. This pavilion is not simple. This God Venerable just smelled a very terrifying aura; it might really be a Human Immortal Realm expert!"

"What? Human Immortal Realm?" Xu Que was shocked: "Really? Where did you find it?"

"It must be true. This God Venerable just went to the kitchen, and that aura flashed by outside. This God Venerable couldn't track where it went, but I am very sure it is in the building." Er Gouzi said with a face full of lingering fear.

Xu Que's mouth twitched immediately. He glanced at Er Gouzi sideways and sneered: "Er Gouzi, you are really awesome. I haven't seen you for a while, and you've already snuck into someone's kitchen?"

"Woof, this God Venerable was just passing by! Forget it, forget it, this God Venerable will continue to scout the situation!" Er Gouzi felt guilty and turned around to run away.

Xu Que was too lazy to chase it, but he also put away his hand for the time being and did not rashly attack Lu Zhouhe.

Anyway, he had plenty of ways to deal with this person; there was no need to provoke a Human Immortal Realm expert because of a small shrimp.

At least, that was the case before getting the Ten-Thousand-Year Flower Dew!

As for after? Hehe, even if a Human Immortal Realm expert comes, this King of Acting Cool won't be afraid!

Thinking of this, a smile curled up on Xu Que's mouth, and he coldly swept his gaze toward Lu Zhouhe.

Following the end of Lu Zhouhe's piece, there were fewer people in the hall eager to try, and they didn't dare to come out and make a fool of themselves.

Only a few people with high skills and bold hearts stood out, playing various styles of high-quality music with guzheng, ancient zithers, or jade flutes.

Praises rang out one after another in the pavilion, including from the Dong family young lady, who had also been praising them from behind the gauze curtain.

But Xu Que still discovered something.

Whether it was a lively piece or a sad piece, deep in the Dong family young lady's eyes, there always remained a kind of faint disappointment.

It was as if what everyone was playing was not the music she wanted to hear.

This was a bit like the "Lost" piece she had played earlier; it seemed she was pursuing something new, or rather, pursuing a new change.

"Eh? Could it be..." Suddenly, Xu Que's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.

Bang!

"Hahaha..."

Immediately, he slammed a hand on the wooden table and laughed out loud.

The eyes of everyone in the hall instantly gathered on him.

Xu Que looked arrogant, shook his head and smiled: "Everyone, I am not targeting anyone; I just want to tell you that the poems you recited and the music you played just now are all trash!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Afterward, a wave of uproar erupted, and everyone glared at Xu Que, accusing him loudly.

"Presumptuous!"

"You have such big guts, daring to break the rules of the Dong family!"

"Today it was agreed that there would be no winning or losing, purely an exchange of ideas, yet you dare to provoke us here!"

"Hmph, I have noticed this person for a long time. From the beginning when the Dong family young lady recited poetry, this guy started shaking his head with a look of disdain!"

"It's not just toward the Dong family young lady; just now, every time someone recited poetry or played music, he showed the same expression. Even Young Master Lu's piece was met with his head-shaking disdain. Now he even dares to say it directly; it is simply extremely arrogant!"

Many people scolded him endlessly.

In fact, they had endured it for a long time, but out of respect for the Dong family, they didn't dare to come out and cause trouble or accuse him.

But now that Xu Que had jumped out to provoke them himself, they had no reason to endure it any longer, and they took the opportunity to vent their inner dissatisfaction.

Lu Zhouhe's face even carried a sneer. The look he had used to mock Xu Que earlier was also intended to force Xu Que to jump out himself. Now, in his view, he believed his plan had succeeded.

Conversely, the Dong family young lady behind the gauze curtain was slightly stunned.

From the beginning, she had noticed Xu Que's small actions and expressions, but out of respect for everyone, she didn't ask why.

After all, poetry and music are things that can be appreciated by both the refined and the popular; everyone has different views and levels of appreciation. It is impossible to force others to think something is good just because you do.

So she didn't pay attention and had been focusing on listening to others' performances.

It was just that she never expected that this guy would actually dare to stand out and directly attack everyone else's work as trash; this was really going too far.

"This young master, I wonder what high teaching you have?" The Dong family young lady saw that the scene was a bit chaotic and couldn't help but speak, directly asking Xu Que.

As soon as her voice came out, the crowd in the hall immediately quieted down, their eyes also coldly staring at Xu Que.

Xu Que smiled indifferently: "I won't say much about the poetry; I can recite a few lines casually. 'Before my bed, the bright moonlight shines, suspected to be frost on the ground. Lowering my head, I think of home.' Eh, look, I just casually took out a poem I wrote when I was five, and you are all stunned. Is it interesting?"

Everyone in the hall was astonished.

Although Xu Que recited it very casually, they could still judge that Xu Que's poem indeed had artistic conception and a sense of imagery, especially the last line, "How many flowers have fallen," which was simply the finishing touch, worthy of being called a masterpiece.

More importantly, this guy actually said this poem was written when he was five?

Mom, is this guy a monster?

Such poetic talent and attainments are simply shocking!

"I won't recite other poems; anyway, they are no worse than this poem I wrote when I was five, so you have to understand why I couldn't listen to the poems you recited, because they are really trash, simply tarnishing the word 'poetry'!"

At this time, Xu Que spoke again, talking eloquently: "And just now I was only shaking my head; in fact, I was trying very hard to restrain myself, but after hearing your music, sorry, I really couldn't listen anymore! Someone might ask, why is that?"

Speaking of this, Xu Que swept his eyes toward the crowd.

Looking at the dumbfounded expressions of the crowd, Xu Que raised his mouth: "There is no why, because what I am truly good at is music!"

Whoosh!

Instantly, the whole hall was in an uproar.

What did this guy say?

He is truly good at music?

Then what about the classic poem he just recited casually?

With such extraordinary poetic talent and attainments, it's not even his best skill? Then to what extent must his musical attainments be?

【Second update!】 ===== CHAPTER 897 =====