Chapter Fifty-One Worries

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  The atmosphere on the high platform was extremely quiet, with the fragrance of sandalwood gradually decreasing, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

  Zhou Shaoyang's face twitched slightly, his fist clenched tightly in his sleeve, making a cracking sound. The humiliation from Wei Qiao had not yet passed, and he was already facing Chu Han's challenge!

  The people below quietly stood up one after another, and even in the north, many people walked out of the tent and looked towards the high platform.

  Wei Zhu's chewing slowed down, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring tightly at Chu Han.

  At this moment, it seemed like everyone had discovered a different Chu Han.

  To everyone's surprise, Chu Han slowly stood up. He looked up at Zhao Yuan Kui, seemed to be stunned for a moment, then took the volume and walked over.

  Zhao Yuankui's face slightly changed, and he actually felt a strange pressure from Chu Han.

  Zhao Yuankui sat there motionless, his eyes cold and clear as he took the scroll from Chu Han and handed it to Wu Fangyuan, and the two of them began to examine it together.

  At a glance, the two of them couldn't help but look up at Chu Han with a face full of surprise, seeing Chu Han standing there respectfully, and then quickly looked down at the scroll again.

  Wei Zhuo gently put a melon seed into his mouth, and his left eyelid twitched involuntarily.

  Zhou Shaoyang's fist clenched suddenly, his face darkening by three degrees.

  Just stepped down, Lian Wei's heart was filled with anger and frustration, his eyes coldly staring at the stage, he knew that he still had a chance to go up again, as long as Zhou Shao Yang fell and stepped down, he would have the opportunity to challenge Chu Han!

  Zhao Yuankui and Wu Fangyuan looked very carefully, while the people below gazed up with eager eyes.

  At the moment when the sandalwood incense was exhausted, Zhao Yuankui finally raised his head, and a smile that had never been seen before appeared on his face.

  "Haha, Chu Han won, he won..."

  "Chu Han, you are indeed worthy of being the number one talent in Jinling..."

  "Hao ha, send the people of Wuzhou back..."

  The audience below immediately erupted into a loud cheer, as if Chu Han had already won. The atmosphere on the stage remained quiet, with only a few people's expressions changing constantly.

  "Hurry up and pass the answer out..."

  "Let's see what Chu Han answered..."

  "Haha, must be many times more brilliant than that Zhou guy..."

  Wei Zhuo looked towards the north and suddenly felt a bad premonition, with an urge to run away immediately.

  "Here comes... here comes..."

  "Shh, shh, shh......"

  " Heart, Rhythm, Emotion: From the heart it is emitted, transformed into rhythm, and becomes emotion."

  "Alright, indeed better than Zhou Shaoyang's..."

  "I am a talented scholar of Jinling, how can I be compared to those barbarians..."

  Heart, Rhythm, Emotion: From the heart it is emitted, transformed into rhythm, and becomes emotion.

  Wei Xiao lightly murmured the sentence, nodded thoughtfully. Chu Han's heart rhyme emotion seemed to be one level higher than Zhou Shao Yang's boundary theory.

  "Look, Zhou Shao Yang has stepped down..."

  "Haha, as expected, I knew it..."

  "Get out of our five states..."

  Zhou Shaoyang clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury, as he struggled to suppress the turmoil in his chest. His anger seethed within him, step by step, as he descended from the high platform. Looking at Lian Wei, who sat there expressionless, he let out a cold snort and swallowed back the rage that had risen to his throat.

  They responded with a cold hum of satisfaction, and at any time, they were opponents.

  Zhao Yuankui held the scroll in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. He felt that he had accomplished a great feat, and Chu Han was destined to soar to new heights.

  Zhao Yuankui looked at the surging crowd below and smiled at Chu Han, saying "According to the rules, you can challenge one person, poetry couplets, chess, piano, calligraphy and painting."

  Chu Han's face was extremely excited, although he knew that this was not the final moment of victory, but he couldn't help feeling a surge in his heart, and his eyes quickly searched downwards.

  After a long time, he was somewhat disappointed that he had not found the ideal person, but immediately his face turned solemn, and he took a deep breath, shouting loudly at the people below: "Wei Zhao!"

  The sound was loud and clear, and it echoed instantly.

  "Guardian!"

  "It's Wei Zhao again!"

  Zhao Yuankui's face froze for a moment, and he subconsciously glanced at Chu Han, then looked at Lian Wei and Zhou Shao Yang below, who were also slightly surprised. His eyebrows furrowed, but his expression remained unchanged.

  'Who is this Wei Xiao, that he can actually make all three of Jinling's most talented sons challenge him at the same time…'

  Wu Fangyuan was also quite perplexed, furrowing his brow and thinking for half a day without recalling who Wei Zhao was. Unbeknownst to him, his name card had already been put away in someone's pocket.

  Wei Zhao looked at Chu Han on the high platform, took a light breath in his heart, and what was destined to come would still come. He smiled and asked Fu Yang, who was still awkward: "Yun Cui, who was that woman just now? I saw her with a heroic spirit, could she be a female general?"

  Fu Yan's face turned slightly more awkward, but a hint of admiration was added to his tone as he said in a deep voice: "Teacher, you're right. Ning sister is indeed a female general who has fought against the Xiongnu people!"

  Wei Xiao softly said "oh", and then looked back at the high platform. He wasn't a pervert, nor did he fall in love at first sight, it was just to relieve Fu Yang's embarrassment and his own tension, so he casually asked.

  Fu Jiong saw Wei Qiao only responded with an "oh", then turned his head, and couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed again, he still had a lot to say about "Ning sister".

  The crowd below was stunned when they heard that Chu Han had challenged the "Wei Xiao" person. In the history of the Buddha, it was the first time that three Jia had challenged one person in a row!

  However, this further stirred up the crowd's enthusiasm, and they immediately loudly spread "Wei Zhao" to all directions, expecting in their hearts that 'Wei Zhao has gone to the toilet again', and even more expecting a thrilling and earth-shaking fight on stage.

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  The sound was louder than ever before, and everyone's eyes were wide with excitement, shouting loudly. Whether Wei Zhao goes on stage or not, today is a historic event worth remembering.

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  As the sound waves spread far and wide, many people's eyes began to shine with eagerness.

  The old man inside the northern tent curtain changed his expression for the first time, his body slowly leaned back, his eyes slightly condensed, and he emitted an inexplicable aura.

  Qin Yun's face was calm and composed, but in his heart, he couldn't help but smile wryly. If Wei Xiao were to find out what he had just done, the consequences would be unthinkable...

  Her bright eyes also turned towards the high platform, lightly pursing her cherry lips.

  The empty master's eyes are dull, yet sharp and bright, holding a Buddhist rosary, with a warm and kind smile on his face.

  Miss Ning sat beside the two, her pretty face calm and collected, holding a book on her knees, leaning sideways with an absorbed expression. Her whole being was pure and serene, her complexion pale, like a fairy fallen to earth, elegant and refined, spotless.

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  Listening to the surging sound, Wei Xiao chuckled and patted his palm, but he didn't rush to get up either.

  "Master..." Suddenly, Xiaoyao gently tugged on Wei Xiao's sleeve and whispered.

  Wei Zhao was taken aback and turned his head to look at her with a puzzled expression.

  The little girl looked timidly at what was behind him and pointed with her small hand.

  Wei Xiao slightly furrowed his brow and turned his head to look back.

  Chu Yu, and that fat guy who was beaten by Fu Yang, the two of them led a group of people to stand quietly behind Wei Zhao. They didn't say anything, just stood there silently, their eyes fixed on the high platform, their expressions extremely focused, as if they had come just to watch the debate.