Chapter 98: Poetry and Swordsmanship

The singing sounded and the actors took the stage.
The audience in the whole theater was quiet, enjoying the performance on the stage.
The setting is gorgeous, the actors are full of expressions, and the singing voices one after another, and a wonderful drama is staged in front of people.
Rehn watched carefully for a few minutes, and felt that this art form was similar to the previous life.
It is a pity that whether it is in his previous life or in Ellenus, perhaps because he really has no artistic cells, or because of his aesthetic differences, he worked hard for a while, but he still couldn't appreciate it.
No matter how exquisite the performance is and how beautiful the singing is, Renn is always in a play, unable to be truly intoxicated like others.
Viola was very involved and discussed a few words in the interlude, telling Rennes that the creator of this opera was President Hasillin.
The plot outline is very simple. The male protagonist is a handsome and unrestrained aristocratic son. He fell in love with a socialite from a commoner background. He is equivalent to a prostitute. The two sides are happy, but they are obstructed by the aristocratic family and misunderstandings occur between them. After breaking up, the actor came to his senses and left everything to his lover's side, but he was a step late, and the lover had died away.
In short, it is a love tragedy.
Tragedy is the destruction of beautiful things for people to see. This is a common principle. People are fascinated by it. Many female audience members are sobbing and soaking their tears.
Ren didn't know how to appreciate, and he wasn't a sentimental person, so he didn't have a deep feeling. If it weren't for Viola, he would have run away.
Finally, nearly two hours later, the opera ended.
There was thunderous applause in the theater, and the actors came to the stage to call the curtain.
Ren followed everyone to stand and applaud. He noticed that Viola's eyes were reddish beside him, and he was obviously infected by the opera.
She looked back, her eyes full of affection.
A smile appeared on Ren's face, and the two of them held their hands gently together, smiling similarly, as if they had a clear heart.
"It's time." Viola calmed down instead, no longer as nervous as on the way to the Grand Theater, and whispered: "Let's go to the temple at the back. The priests should be ready."
"Okay." Renn nodded.
Viola put down the veil on his hat to block his appearance, and naturally took his arm and walked out of the theater box.
Along the way, the two deliberately avoided the audience who had passed away and entered the depths of the Grand Theater.
The architectural distribution of the Chanting Opera Theater is roughly divided into three parts.
At the front is the performance center that is open to the outside world, which is the main body of the theater.
Coming out from the back of the theater is a vast garden.
The design of this garden has a shocking dreamy beauty. Stone-paved paths shuttle through the garden, leading to flower sheds, pavilions, exquisite sculptures, and magical fountains and flowing water. Ding dong, carefully trimmed trees and flower vines, set off the soft magic light source, strolling in it is like walking in a dream, which makes people forget to return.
Looking through the end of the garden, under the night, you can vaguely see a solemn and quiet temple.
Whether it is a garden or a temple, only members of the art association and followers of Ms. Longfa can enter.
Viola said:
Outside the temple of Ms. Longfa, there are generally gardens for believers to display their artistic talents, and it is also an important place for believers to communicate.

"It turned out to be so."
Ryan suddenly saw that in some corners of the garden, there were several couples of men and women walking hand in hand, or sitting on benches and whispering, making pleasant laughs from time to time.
Isn't this a sacred place for dating? It's similar to a grove in a school.
"I'll take you around in the garden. This is also a step before the ceremony." Viola said with a smile: "From this moment on, the lady with long hair may be watching."
Renn was slightly startled, and naturally agreed.
The two walked into the garden arm in arm, strolling leisurely, admiring the masterpieces of the artists. I occasionally ran into other couples, and they all nodded slightly, passing by.
Renn didn't look back, but it was clear that every couple he met looked back at himself and Viola after passing by.
When they are far away, they will whisper.
"Gossip is really human nature, no matter which world you are in..."
Ren sighed secretly in his heart, looked at Viola beside him, and found that her mind was very focused, almost all on her body, completely ignoring others.
"It's time to concentrate." He hastened his mind.
The garden is very big, and the two of them walked around for half an hour, only walked a small part, and they felt almost like they came directly to the temple.
The temple of Ms. Longfa is not majestic. A row of columnar columns supports the dome. The structure is elegant and classical. There is a semi-circular arch facing the garden with many reliefs on it.
Architecture is also one of art, and the temple itself is a huge work of art.
When Ren took Viola out of the garden, he suddenly saw that there was already a group of people waiting in front of the temple gate.
His first impression when he saw these people felt like he had entered a star company.
Regardless of men, women, young or old, these dozen people are all handsome men and beautiful women.
Some of them are dressed in formal clothes with dignified demeanor; some are casual and undressed, but each has a unique temperament, as if not mundane, elegant and chic, and any one of them is the most eye-catching focus figure in the crowd.
What art association is obviously the appearance association!
Rehn secretly complained that Ms. Longhair, the god, deserves to have a "beautiful" priesthood, and is very partial to good-looking believers, even the priests are not ugly.
He quietly opened the eyes of the soul and swept across it, confirming that these people are all priests of the Good Church.
Headed by the president of the Art Association, Earl Hasillin.
Since President Hasillin, the souls of other people are shrouded in the fire of faith and are very fierce. Everyone is at least a devout believer, and most of them only believe in long-haired ladies.
However, after Renn finished observing the souls of these people, his heart sank.
He saw that the souls of several people were red, most of them were light red, and there were one or two dark reds, which represented hostility to himself.
The comer is not good!
Ren's eyes swept over these few people, they were basically men, and he guessed what was going on.
Meishan Church is a little overwhelming. There are more female believers than male ones, and there are more female priests than male priests. There are only five or six men present. However, with the exception of President Hasillin, almost all men have the color of their souls. red.
"I have become a male enemy of the Art Association."
Renn didn't care about it, and held Viola's hand tighter, quite showing off.
Under everyone's attention, Viola and Ren walked towards the gate of the temple side by side.
At this moment, the door of the temple did not open.
Hasillin did not delay, and said directly: "The ritual altar has been set up. Go in. We will guard it outside. We will pray to the lady with you and ask the lady to grant magic."
"Thank you, President." Viola responded calmly.
Hasillin nodded, turned to face the gate of the temple, ready to open.
"Please wait, your chairman."
A handsome voice suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
Only Hacilin remained unmoved, focused on casting the spell, and released a white light to activate the rune on the temple's gate. The heavy stone gate opened inward, revealing the scene inside.
After doing all this, Hasillin slowly turned around and asked: "Yates, what do you want to say?"
It was a young man in his thirties who was handsome in appearance, tall and tall, dressed in a close-fitting azure blue formal suit, with a sword around his waist, and a delicate lyre on his back. His temperament was timeless, no matter who saw him. I have to admire a handsome man, enough to capture the hearts of countless girls.
Rennes saw this man not long ago, and he played the leading actor on the opera stage just now.
In the opera, this Yates was a handsome noble son; outside the opera, he was not a commoner, and he wore a noble medal on his chest.
From the soul of Yates, we can tell that he is a fifth-level magic swordsman.
Rehn took a closer look and found that this guy was not simple, he was not a regular elemental magic swordsman, and several elements were somewhat rare, like a rare and extraordinary job, but not perfect.
In short, this person is strong.
Renn was not surprised when the other party suddenly uttered a sound. At first glance, he noticed that this person was the most hostile to him. It would be strange if he didn't act.
He looked at Viola next to him.
Behind the hazy veil, she was expressionless and did not seem to have any emotions, but her tightly clasped hands exposed her mind, and she was obviously extremely angry.
Yates took two steps forward and said loudly: "Your Excellency, please forgive me for my rudeness. I just want to ask whether there is a rule in the Scriptures that to enter the lady’s temple, you must be a lady’s believer or a true believer. Artist?"
Hasillin did not hesitate, nodded and said: "There is this rule."
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman." Yettetz saluted very politely, then turned to look at Renn, and asked two steps forward: "Mr. Renn, are you a believer in Ms. Longhair?"
"No." Renn replied flatly.
"So, do you know art?" Yettetz asked again.
Renn had roughly guessed his intentions, and suddenly felt quite interesting.
This person's every move is like a theater performance, the tone of speech is up and down, polite, well-matched clothes, and his words and deeds are as if they have gone through a rehearsal. They are all impeccable. They look a bit exaggerated, but they feel very natural.
Is this too deep into the drama and regard yourself as the leading actor in life?
What role game are you playing?
Rehn guessed in his mind and replied playfully: "Understand a little."
Because he didn't answer Yates right away, his face was also a little weird, and he fell in the eyes of others to think it was a guilty conscience.
"Who dares to say that Renn doesn't understand art?"
Viola couldn't help but defended: "Everyone, you have all heard of'Viola by the Lake', and Ren is the author of the score. Isn't the person who can write this wonderful piece of music not considered an artist?"
"If Mr. Rehn is the author of the score, of course he is eligible to enter the temple, but unfortunately he is not." Yates immediately retorted loudly.
He came prepared, took out a few pages from his personal pocket, and opened it to people.
"Mr. Wren took an art course at Claydon College. This is his attendance record and transcript."
"In the past three years, Mr. Rehn has only taken less than five classes in total, never passed the exam, and there is no decent work."
"How could such a person compose such a beautiful song "Viola by the Lake"?"
Yates showed a few pages of paper from the priests, and finally handed them to Hasillin's hands, saying: "Please look at the chairman."
Hasillin looked through the transcript, his face sinking slightly.
The priests’ eyes were full of suspicion. Most of them were women, and they had listened to the beautiful music. It was Viola that moved them with this song and promised other benefits before they got their consent. , Allowing Viola to hold a prayer ceremony in advance.
But now it seems that the creator of the score is someone else.
Everyone immediately guessed, and it was obvious that Viola was the real creator.
Ryan looked calm, but he cried out in his heart: "Fuck, this guy's methods are quite powerful, not only got my transcript from the academy, but also got the facts."
This time, I couldn't argue, I really wasn't the original creator.
Seeing people reacting like this, Viola finally couldn't hold back her breath, and her heart became anxious.
She knew very well about Ren's situation at Claydon College, and knew that he was previously unknown, but she had seen Ren's musical talent and heard the birth of the score with her own eyes, and had never doubted.
However, this matter really cannot be explained, and no one will believe it.
"This is Ren's work."
Viola's defense was rather weak. She glared at Yates and asked coldly, "Yates, what good is this for you?"
"Viola, I'm not targeting you. I'm just defending the majesty of the lady. Not all vulgar civilians are eligible to enter the temple and blaspheme the altar of the gods." Yates shrugged very freely and looked very sincere, as if Really consider it for the church.
He looked at Viola's beautiful face, his face softened, his eyes flashed with love and enthusiasm.
"Oh, Viola, Longshand's most beautiful and noble violet, I don't know what kind of man is worthy of you, but I know..."
Yates speaks in an opera-like aria, full of emotion, undulating rhythm, and very contagious.
Rehn heard his scalp numb, and was about to interrupt, but he saw Yates pointed at him, and his voice rose: "But I know, this liar is definitely not worthy of you, he must be kicked out!"
The priests seemed to be affected by the infectious power in the words, and looked at Ren with a look of disgust.
Viola smirked, "Kick Renn out, who will hold the ceremony with me? Are you?"
"my pleasure!"
Yates immediately looked flattered, "Of course, I hope Viola you can pray alone instead of performing love in front of the lady. I believe you will definitely get a response from the lady."
Ren couldn't stand this guy anymore, it was the reincarnation of a playful.
He has already seen Yates’s sickness, madly admiring Viola, and must have been rejected many times. In his heart, he has already regarded Viola as his own impunity. The typical
I can’t get it and let others "Get", so do this kind of detrimental thing.
To deal with this kind of person, there is no need to talk nonsense, but the fist is the simplest and most direct.
As for not being able to enter the temple~EbookFREE.me~ Rehn does not matter. Anyway, with the contribution of the phonograph, there will be no problem if I do not participate in the prayer ceremony.
Viola will be his own sooner or later.
When the ceremony is over, look for the actuarial account of this play.
Ryan thought calmly, just about to let Viola into the temple by himself, Yates cast a provocative look, and said contemptuously: "Mr. Ryan, I heard that you are a member of the slayer. I think you are very good. , Very good at fighting?"
"My strength is okay." Rehn turned his eyes and asked, "Mr. Yates wants to do something with me?"
Yatetz laughed again, "Actually I don't like fighting people, but I want to challenge what you do best to prove that you are not worthy of being Viola's lover. None of us deserves to be Viola's lover. Euler."
Renzheng had no chance to punch someone, but he didn't expect to stretch his face out himself.
But he didn't want to just hurt the opponent, but also mentally defeat the arrogant, so he asked: "What is Mr. Yettetz good at?"
Yates said contentedly, "Poetry and swordsmanship."
Ren's eyes lit up and he immediately had an idea: "Then let's compare poetry and swordsmanship."
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