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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.

Ren watched it 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, Ren is always in a play, unable to be really intoxicated like others.

Viola was very involved and discussed a few words in the intermission, telling Ren that the creator of this opera was President Hasillin.

The plot outline is very simple. The actor is a handsome and unrestrained aristocratic Young Master. He fell in love with a socialite with a commoner background, equivalent to a prostitute. The two parties were happy but were obstructed by the aristocratic family and misunderstandings occurred. It led to the breakup, and then the actor suddenly realized that he left everything to his lover's side, but he was a step late. The lover has vanished fragrance and crumbled jade.

In short, it is a love tragedy.

Tragedy is the destruction of beautiful things for others to see. This is a common principle. People see as if drunk and stupefied. Many female audience members are sobbing in a low voice, soaking the handkerchiefs.

Ren didn't know how to appreciate, nor was he a sentimental person, so he didn't feel deeply. If it weren't for Viola, he would have gone on a desertion.

Finally, nearly 2 hours later, the opera ended.

There was thunderous applause in the theater, and the actors came to the stage to call the curtain.

Ren stood up and applauded after everyone. 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 people's hands were gently squeezed together, and they smiled similarly, as if their hearts were vivid.

"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."

"Good." Ren 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 people 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 forefront is the performance center that is open to the public, which is the main body of the theater. The whole is a huge circular building.

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, can be seen everywhere, exquisite sculptures, and fountains exuding magic. , 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 dreamland, 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 introduced: "Outside the shrine 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 the case."

Ren suddenly saw that in some corners of the garden, there were 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 about dating Holy Land? It's similar to a grove in 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."

Ren was slightly startled, and naturally agreed.

Two people walked into the garden arm in arm, strolling leisurely, admiring the masterpieces of the artists. Occasionally, I ran into other couples, and they all signaled slightly nodded, passing by.

Ren didn't look back, but it was clear that every couple he met would look back at himself and Viola after passing by.

When they are far away, they will whisper.

"The 8 hexagrams are really human nature, no matter which world you are in..."

Ren's heart was secretly sighed and looked towards Viola beside her, and found that her mind was very focused, almost all on her own body, completely ignoring others.

"It's time to concentrate." He hastened his mind.

The garden is very big. Two people walked around for half an hour and only walked a small part. It felt like it was almost right before 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 the arts, and this temple itself is a huge work of art.

When Ren came out of the garden holding Viola in his arms, he suddenly saw a group of people waiting in front of the temple gate.

He saw the first impression of these people and felt like he had entered a star company.

Regardless of men and women, young and old, these dozens of people are all Handsome Men and Beautiful Women.

Some of them are dressed in formal clothes, a composed bearing; some are casually dressed and not trimmed, but everyone has a unique temperament, as if not vulgar, 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!

Ren secretly complained that Ms. Longhair, a god, deserves to have a "beautiful" priesthood, and he is very partial to good-looking believers, and even 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, Hasillin Earl.

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 and loyal believer, and most of them only believe in long-haired ladies.

However, when Ren 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 deep reds, which represented hostility to himself.

The person is not good!

Ren's eyes swept across these few people, who were basically men, and he guessed what was going on right away.

Meishan Church is a little overwhelming. There are more female believers than male believers. Priestess is also more than male priests. There are only 5 men present. However, except for President Hasillin, almost all the men’s souls are dyed red. .

"I have become a male enemy of the Art Association."

Ren didn't pay much attention to this, and held Viola's hand tighter, showing off.

Under everyone's attention, Viola and Ren walked to the temple gate side by side.

At this moment, the door of the temple did not open.

Hasillin did not delay and said directly: "The ceremony 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 give the divine technique."

"Thank you, President." Viola responded calmly.

Haselin was 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 Hassilin remained unmoved, focused on casting spells, and released a white radiance to activate the rune on the gate of the temple, and 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 is a young man in his 30s who is handsome in appearance and has several points of delicate appearance, tall and straight, wearing a close-fitting blue formal suit, a sword at his waist, and a delicate 7-string piano on his back. The temperament is timeless, no matter who sees it. He had to admire such a handsome man, enough to capture the hearts of countless girls.

Ren met this person not long ago, and he played the leading actor on the opera stage just now.

In the opera, this Yatetz is the handsome and handsome Young Master; outside the opera, he is not a commoner, and he wears an aristocratic medal on his chest.

From the soul of Yates, we can tell that he is a Level 5 Demon Sword.

Ren took a closer look and found that this guy is not simple, not a regular element of Demon Sword, and several elements are a bit rare, like a rare and extraordinary job, but not perfect.

In short, this person is strong.

Ren was not surprised when the other party suddenly made a sound. He realized at first glance 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.

She was expressionless behind the hazy veil, and seemed to have no emotions, but her tightly clasped hands exposed her mind, and she was obviously extremely angry.

Yates stepped forward 2 steps and said loudly: "Your Excellency, please forgive me for my rudeness. I just want to ask whether there is a rule in the diocesan scriptures that you must be a lady’s believer or a real Artist?"

Hasillin did not hesitate, nodded and said: "There is this rule."

"Many thanks, Mr. Chairman." Yettetz saluted very politely, then turned and looked towards Ren, stepped forward and asked: "Mr. Ren, are you a believer in Ms. Longfa?"

"No." Ren replied flatly.

"So, do you know art?" Yettetz asked again.

Ren had roughly guessed his intentions, and suddenly found it interesting.

This person's every move is like a theater performance, the speech tone is up and down, polite, well-matched clothes, words and deeds as if after a rehearsal, all impeccable, it looks a little has several points of exaggeration, but it gives people It feels natural.

Is this too deep into the drama and regard yourself as the leading actor in life?

What role game are you playing?

Ren guessed in his mind, playfully replied: "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 Ren doesn't understand art?"

Viola unable to bear defended: "Everyone, you have all heard of Viola by the Lake. Ren is the author of the score. Isn't the person who can write this wonderful piece of music still an artist?"

"If Mr. Ren 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. Ren took an art course at Claydon College. This is his attendance record and transcript."

"In the past three years, Mr. Ren has only taken less than 3 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.

Ren looked calm, but he exclaimed in his heart: "Fuck, this guy's methods are quite powerful. Not only did he get my academic report card, he also got the facts."

This time, it is really unreasonable with 100 mouths. I am indeed not the original creator.

Seeing people reacting like this, Viola finally couldn't hold back her breath, and her heart became anxious.

She knew Ren's situation at Claydon College and knew that he was previously unknown, but she had seen Ren's music innate talent with her own eyes and heard the birth of the score with her own ears. She never doubted.

However, this matter really cannot be explained. Who will not 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. It's not that vulgar civilians are qualified to enter the temple and blaspheme the altar." Yates is very free and easy shrugged, expression is very sincere, it seems true For the consideration of 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.

Ren 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 towards Ren with a look of disgust.

Viola was extremely angry and laughed, "Kick Ren out, who will hold a 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 can't stand this guy anymore, it's just the reincarnation of a playwright.

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 harming others without benefiting oneself.

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, Ren doesn't really matter. Anyway, with the contribution of the phonograph, there will be no problem if he does not participate in the prayer ceremony.

Viola will be his own sooner or later.

Wait until the ceremony is over, then look for the actuarial account of this play.

Ren thought calmly. Just as Viola was about to enter the temple by himself, Yates cast a provocative look and said contemptuously: "Mr. Ren, I heard that you are a member of the slayer team. You must be very strong, very Good at fighting?"

"My strength is alright." Ren turned his gaze 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."

Ren Zhengshou had no chance to beat someone, and didn't expect him to stretch his face out.

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 sword technique."

Ren eyes shined and immediately got an idea: "Then let's compare poetry and sword technique."