Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 65: The Mourning Comes from the Snowstorm

Outside the pavilion.

Feng Qingyan stood quietly, gazing into the distance.

The charter of the Qin Club he formulated not only pointed out the direction for all the students, but also helped him see the light and feel enlightened.

If you learn to play the piano, you will definitely feel like a fish in water.

"Brother, have you attained enlightenment now?" A student asked in surprise when he saw Feng Qingyan lying there like a wooden sculpture or clay statue, seemingly lost in deep thought.

"Shh-"

At this time, Mu Yu looked at them with beautiful eyes and signaled everyone not to disturb her.

Everyone was a little surprised. Is this how he attained enlightenment?

They also gained something today. At least they will no longer be confused about the way of playing the zither. They sincerely thanked Feng Qingyan and felt a sense of honor.

After a moment, Feng Qingyan came back to his senses from his deep thoughts and a smile appeared on his face.

There is hope for Kaiwen Palace.

The charm he had been waiting for these days finally appeared.

"Brother, have you realized the truth?"

Mu Yu smiled sweetly, and her eyes and eyebrows moved in a way that was captivating.

The other students also looked on curiously.

"Occasional gains cannot be considered enlightenment." Feng Qingyan said with a smile, feeling happy in his heart.

The students were amazed when they heard this.

"Everyone, I have a few more things to say about the Qin Society." Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said, "Just consider it a supplement."

"Senior brother, please tell me."

Mu Yu looked at Feng Qingyan and said.

"The harp is sacred music."

Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment, then said gently: "It is used to cultivate one's moral character and rationality, and to cultivate a balanced spirit. It should be said in terms of Taoism, not art."

"That's right." Mu Yu nodded.

The other students all nodded.

The zither is a way, not just an art...

"First, our zither club only seeks people with broad knowledge and integrity to pass on the music. Those who are frivolous and frivolous are not allowed to talk about this." Although Feng Qingyan's voice was gentle, it was also somewhat majestic. "Second, there are many schools of zither. Different schools have different traditions. We zither players must listen to various schools and be convinced. We must be clear about teaching and learning, so that we can be harmonious but different."

"We understand." The students nodded.

"Third, if someone is smart and intelligent, why not let him surpass his teacher? If someone is not dedicated, I will not teach him." Feng Qingyan continued, "Fourth, beginners must be determined and determined, and must achieve success before they can be taught. If someone comes here on impulse and gives up halfway, it is not worth it."

"Yu understands." Mu Yu nodded.

Feng Qingyan nodded to Mu Yu, looked at the other students and said, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." said the students.

"In addition to the president, vice president, and grand zither master, the zither club will have three more zither masters." Feng Qingyan added, "The one with the highest level of Taoism will be in charge. Do you have any objections?"

"We don't have any."

Everyone looked at each other and had no objection.

Several musicians were even delighted; after all, it was an honor and they planned to fight for it.

Currently, in addition to the sixth-grade zither player Mu Yu and the seventh-grade zither player Fang Wang, there are nine ninth-grade zither players in the zither club.

Among them, four ninth-grade zither players broke through the realm because of Feng Qingyan.

There are also five children who have passed the academy's examination with their piano skills, and there are several more who are likely to make a breakthrough at any time.

And Feng Qingyan, the young and ambitious "zither player".

These people can join the piano club without taking any assessment.

After all, the zither club had just been established, so they could only be a little more lenient towards those with high zither skills. As for other zither children, they needed to pass the zither club's strict assessment, and Feng Qingyan would rather have nothing than accept someone who was not qualified.

The piano club does not need unqualified people.

If this is the case, the Qin Society will be destroyed.

Feng Qingyan naturally didn't want to see the Qin Club he founded "single-handedly" destroyed like this...

In addition to the place provided by the academy, the Qin Society also plans to build another one on the south bank.

Next, there is the regular meeting of the Qin Society to discuss matters such as the duties and powers of Qin players.

In addition to formulating the charter of the Qin Music Society, Feng Qingyan is mainly responsible for grasping the general direction of the Qin Music Society, and the remaining trivial matters are handed over to Mu Yu and Fang Wang to manage.

Before the discussion of the Qin Club was over, it was already dark and everyone had to leave.

On the way back to the wooden cabin, Feng Qingyan kept looking at his white and slender hands. Could it be that he was really a master of the zither in his previous life?

Why do I feel like I know a lot about the qin even though I haven't read any knowledge on the qin?

Feng Qingyan really wanted to take the piano and try to see if he could play it.

But he endured it.

He had said before that he would open the Wen Palace first and then learn the Qin.

In other words, one cannot learn the zither before opening the Wen Palace.

Even though I am saying this to myself, how can I go back on my word?
When he studied at night, he did not read books on the art of playing the zither, but continued to study Confucian classics in detail, hoping that one day he would be able to fully comprehend them.

The next day, it was just dawn.

"Jiuge, take me to the top of the mountain."

After Feng Qingyan finished washing up, he spoke to the person outside the door in a good mood.

The academy instructor did not pursue the matter of Jiuge beating the students, which made Feng Qingyan feel relieved.

He had been standing silently on the top of the mountain for the past few days, but today he could finally speak. Sure enough, after he calmed down, his loud voice rang out again.

"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."

"The water flows around the uneven water chestnuts. The beautiful lady is sought after day and night."

He recited very fluently, even with a hint of rhyme.

Continue reciting like this until the sun rises.

"Within a month, the Palace of Literature will be open."

When Feng Qingyan stopped reading, he said with full confidence.

When the rules of the Qin Society he formulated were spread, even the teachers and instructors of the academy could not help but exclaim in amazement.

"A gentleman of the Sanding, you are indeed a great talent."

A teacher said, "With this charter, our Qin Club at Zangshan Academy will surely soar to prominence and become famous throughout the world."

"That's a bad word."

There were also teachers who shook their heads and said, "Although the rules drawn up by Feng Qingyan are indeed good and ambitious, the Qin Society relies on talented Qin players..."

"If it were someone else, relying on this rule alone, it would not work." The teacher said after a moment's hesitation, "But, if the Three Tripods are added, it will be different."

The teacher fell silent after hearing this.

There are indeed some people in the world who can not only change everything, but also turn the tide.

The rules of the Qin Club also amazed many students, and some even adopted them directly. For example, the Chess Club and the Painting Club, after a little modification, became their own...

This made the students in the Qin Society indignant, and they thought they were too shameful.

Feng Qingyan didn't care.

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Under the night.

Feng Qingyan was sitting in the wooden house with a lamp and candle at night.

Before he knew it, it was already late at night. Just as he was beginning to feel sleepy and was about to fall asleep on the low table, he was startled awake by a sudden violent wind.

Huhu——

The north wind howled and rolled in from the sky again.

Feng Qingyan was puzzled. It was almost mid-spring, so how could there be such a bone-chilling north wind? He shivered with cold, quickly put on more clothes, and walked out with a look of surprise on his face.

He opened the door, whoosh—

There was a raging snowstorm outside, with snowflakes falling onto the loess.

"Snowing?"

Feng Qingyan looked up and felt that the snowstorm came too suddenly and strangely. It made him feel very abnormal...

Woohoo——

When he was confused.

Low cries of mourning came from the wind and snow in the night.

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PS: Thanks to "Yu Baiwang", "Wowei Yanqing" and "Shifenyimao" for the tips! !
Alas, this week's test push failed again...

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