After Bai Yueguang died, I soared

The rest of the students who knew his virtues were also filled with righteous indignation.

"Immortal Jiuming hasn't said what he teaches yet, how come he is an 'art'?"

"Jiuming Xianjun's sword is unparalleled, and he will definitely teach 'acting', and Mr. Shi Yun can perform well. Why not compare to this?"

It's not that they didn't expect that as the master of Mingshui Academy, the six basic subjects are of course excellent, but because——

"That's right, besides acting, Mr. Fortune has to lose so badly!"

They have too much confidence in Xuan Zhao!So began to stage the funny scene of "deep master-student love" with Qin Xingzhi.

Qin Xingzhi pretended not to hear anything, and the smile on his face grew brighter.He can teach six subjects of Sangyu class by himself, and of course the chief of Mingshui Academy can do it too, isn't it the same for art selection or acting?

How could he hand over his sovereignty over Sang Yuban so easily? Of course, if the Immortal Jiuming can pass him...then, he can be regarded as a ruthless person...no, then he will be willing to admit that his skills are inferior to others .

Not quite right.Although the students around are desperately expressing their "sincere" feelings for Mr. Qin, Yu Jiyou has a strange feeling in his heart. Are they hiding something?

"Mr. Qin wants to try the piano?" Xuan Zhao's expression remained unchanged, and it was expected that the other party would not readily hand over his sovereignty.

Although art is not limited to the qin, it can only be qin when it is as small as a school, and the qin is the origin of music theory.

Now the first lesson about art in all schools is also taking the piano as an example, saying: "The so-called touching is deep in love, the vegetation is withered, and the beasts are shedding tears." The essence of describing art is emotion, and the essence of this emotion How powerful it is.

Mr. Xianhe from Shenwei Academy once played a song "Sorrowful Shuang Yin" to the wilderness, which did not affect the aura of heaven and earth, nor did it arouse the resonance of Taoism. Simple emotions infected the vegetation withered and turned yellow everywhere, and a group of people in the field The barbarian grazing leisurely also seemed to feel the breath of Qiushuang, and couldn't help crying.

The power of emotion is very powerful, and it is a kind of resonance in itself, which can attract the resonance of the souls of all things.

As for why there is such a story?

In the past, Qin Xingzhi had been rejected twice by Mr. Qin in the art class, and he was very afraid of his stupidity. The third gentleman, Mr. Xianhe, took him to the wild to comprehend and appreciate nature.

On the way, he came across a group of wild bulls. Mr. Xianhe got up, sat on the ground and played for a long time, and said with a smile that the ancients had a saying of "playing the piano to cows", Qin Xingzhi will never be more incomprehensible than cows.

In the end, the grass withered, the cow cried, and Qin Xingzhi was expelled from class.

But Qin Xingzhi had passed the graduation exam after all, and it was Qin who he chose.In the Sangyu class, he showed his hand, shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods. Immediately, some students who were not able to bear it cried and asked why.

It was just that he was poor in his studies, and he failed the basic education final exam several times before he was sent to Sangyu class. Why, why did he have to go through this kind of torture!

Qin Xingzhi was silent for a moment, and quietly talked about this past event... In his words, he revealed a deep gratitude for being exempted from the art class.

The students in the Sangyu class were very desperate. Why can't basic education be exempted from art courses?

"Don't dare to do it, but I ask Mr. Jiuming to advise." Qin Xingzhi rubbed his hands with a smile, and took out a piano from under the stage.

He seemed to have underestimated the weight of the violin, and when he missed it, the lyre fell heavily on the stage. He himself smiled a little embarrassedly, "I usually teach students how to train their ears."

Yu Jiyou's eyelids twitched, not because of Qin Xingzhi, but because of the lyre.

The onlookers watched and their hearts trembled, worrying about the fate of the guqin.

Qinyu Jiyou can play the piano. He learned it at Zhanyimen at the beginning.

How long has this been unused?

"Don't you use the piano for ear training?!" The almond-eyed girl was once again shocked by Mr. Fortune's face, how did he come up with such an excuse?

It's fine if he doesn't know anything about it, but now he wants to stain everyone's ears with this!

Yu Jiyou silently shifted his gaze to the almond-eyed girl.

"That's right, you don't know yet." The almond-eyed girl realized it, and quickly explained the reason to Yu Jiyou with indignation.

She has been in Sangyu Class for nearly 60 years, and she is a witness of the incident. She heard some half-understanders next to her nod repeatedly.

"Don't worry." After hearing this, Yu Jiyou smiled a little.

It turned out that these students were desperate for Qin Xingzhi's piano skills, so they found various reasons for Qin Xingzhi not to play the piano, not because they were worried that Qin Xingzhi would lose too badly.

On the contrary, they were still a little worried that Immortal Jiuming would not be able to hold back.

Shen Wei Academy promises to completely seal up Qin Xingzhi's piano skills in the trial class!At the beginning, Mr. Fortune was bragging, and everyone went to Xianwang to check, and it turned out that there really was such a thing!

Yu Jiyou fully believes that Xuan Zhao has the ability to deal with this matter, and being ugly can also be a kind of strength, he is only a little curious about how ugly it is.

Of course Xuanzhao also knew about this. Qin Xingzhi was No. 1 in promoting the reform of the entire academy system by himself, but he was never seen by others.

"Mr. Qin, please." Xuan Zhao didn't change his face, even when he saw Qin Xingzhi's very layman behavior.

"Sir, can we leave first?" Most of the students in the hall turned pale with shock, it must have started suddenly!Don't you just say a few words of courtesy first?

The almond-eyed girl had a heroic face, "Student Yu, are you going to leave? Anyway, I'm not leaving..." In order to care about the male god in the first place, she sacrificed a lot.

Qin Xingzhi ignored the jokes in the audience, and plucked a string of the zither without hesitation.

"...boom." The lyre let out a muffled sound tremblingly.

Its piano has been in disrepair for a long time, the strings have been loosened, and no sound can be produced.

Yu Jiyou's eyelids twitched again, how loose is the string?

And the rest of the people looked at Qin Xingzhi with a look of admiration, and only the lucky guy can use the zither like a zither. If other people's zither is loose, it means that the pitch is not accurate. Qin Xingzhi's zither is loose and can be played directly. speak out.

Qin Xingzhi stared at the tin flowers on the Qin Zheng, and after a while he felt the right place to wind the string.

Then he started playing again, not to mention the technique, it was all loose notes made purely with his right hand.

When the first elegant and unsophisticated sound came from the piano, Xuan Zhao's face that had never wavered suddenly frowned.

The sound is not accurate, the sound of each string has changed, fluctuating from high to low, and Yu Jiyou is quite uncomfortable hearing it.

Although sometimes the guqin pays more attention to the artistic conception, the sound is from Dongzhen to Dongzhen.

Originally, the loose sound of Yaoqin is deep and distant, and it won't be hard to hear it if you fiddle with it a few times.

But just this erratic intonation, coupled with Qin Xingzhi's treacherous playing technique, makes people feel sick and uncomfortable.

Yu Jiyou looked at the other people around him, all of them frowned, as if wishing they could faint.

At the end of the song, the almond-eyed girl at the next table was taking a deep breath, almost out of breath.

The rest of the people were staggering, and they were all brought down by Qin Xingzhi.

""Sha Lian"?" Xuan Zhao loosened his brows and said a song.

It's really hard for him to hear the title from a piece of music that is all out of tune and tempo.

In fact, Xuan Zhao didn't hear it either, but saw it from Qin Xingzhi's fingering.

Qin Xingzhi looked sideways, glanced at Xuan Zhao unexpectedly, nodded and said, "Yes."

"It's a good idea." Xuan Zhao softened his expression and praised unexpectedly.

Um?The expressions of everyone in the audience froze in admiration.

Xuan Zhao stepped forward and signaled Qin Xing to back off, and he wanted to play a piece himself.

Of course, you can say a lot, but the effect is not as good as letting everyone experience it for themselves.

The qin is a good qin, its appearance is low-key and clumsy, but its materials are not low: the flame sycamore wood is used for the body, and the horn of the dragon sparrow is used for the tire, which can last for thousands of years, and the sound quality is transparent; It is melodious and sonorous; the thirteen zheng tin flowers are inserted in fine gold, with the word "bead ring" faintly engraved in the middle.

It's a pity that Qin Xingzhi ruined the top teaching piano produced by "Zhuhuan".

Xuanzhao flicked on the piano, and saw that the color of the piano became more and more dim, and a layer of dust was washed away, and the pitch was quietly adjusted. He flicked it a few times at will, and the sound of the piano was naturally long and deep.

Qin Xingzhi aggravated his gaze again. With this move, his group of incompetent students in the audience saw that he was handsome, and his eyes lit up, but it didn't stop there?

Is it difficult to tune the violin?not difficult.Anyway, Qin Xingzhi could twist it randomly, but why did he use his hands to adjust it?How cool to wave your hand like Xuan Zhao.

The tactic is a small art of mobilizing the aura. It is not difficult to get started, and it can be used even in the budding stage. It can mobilize the aura to adjust the strings, and it can be adjusted instantly. The depth of this operation is different.

Qin Xingzhi thinks that he can also adjust the strings by mobilizing spiritual energy, but he can never do it so lightly.

When he graduated, he was able to break through and hold his pills without leaks. After so many years, he is still at this stage; and Immortal Jiuming?The previous news guessed that he had entered the Nascent Soul, how old is he?Less than fifty?

Young, with such a high level of cultivation, yet his control over his cultivation level is still astonishing.Qin Xingzhi smacked his mouth, already showing signs of shrinking back.

Xuan Zhao didn't know that Qin Xingzhi had so many thoughts due to his ordinary actions. He just reminded him before the official start: "You pay attention."

"琤——" a song "Sha Lian" narrates, and the silk produced in Zechuan perfectly sends the volume to every corner of the room.

Yu Jiyou raised his eyes, he could hear the collision of gold and stone.

Those who kill and collect are those who wither and collect all things.This song was originally a battlefield ditty, which was composed by soldiers who saw the autumn wind blowing up. The content is simple, the melody is gentle, and there is great sadness and chill hidden in it.

The characteristic of the sound of the Guqin is ancient, but Xuanzhao's playing has changed its melodious nature and is more sharp. Voice.

"瑽——" When the audience was fully absorbed, a string was plucked, and the hidden murderous intent flashed away.After being startled, the listener couldn't help searching carefully, but he couldn't find it.

The people in the room couldn't help following the sound of the piano, and came to the ancient battlefield in that cold autumn...

It's also the end of a song, but this time it's a lingering sound that lasts for three days.

Qin Xingzhi was a little bit disappointed, but he soon cheered up, so what if he played well, is this piece of mud that ordinary people can support up to the wall?At that time, let him say that it is impossible for Sang Yu to hand over the class!

Yu Jiyou lost his mind, he thought of the day he and Xi He decided to go back to Zhanyimen... It was a decision he didn't regret, and it was also a day he didn't want to look back on.

However, Yu Jiyou glanced at the stage, as if a drowning person grabbed a piece of driftwood, and his heart settled down.

Driftwood Xuanzhao happened to be looking at him too, and the emotion that could resonate with Yu Jiyou certainly came from the same memory, although he didn't experience it personally.

The song played by Xuan Zhao is far superior to Qin Xingzhi in terms of technique and meaning. Xuan Zhao has not been forced to retreat by Qin Xingzhi's performance. In terms of piano, he can be called Qin Xingzhi's teacher.

But everyone couldn't help but feel a little nervous. There are so many people in the world who beat Qin Xingzhi, but it seems that none of them have convinced him?

At this moment, a classmate had just recovered from the music and was about to change his posture to continue recollecting. Amidst his exclamation, the table in front of him and even the chair under him were shattered into powder and fell to the ground. on the ground.

Affected by this, everyone went to see him. With this movement, everyone's desks and chairs were evenly reduced to dust, except for Yu Jiyou.

The apricot-eyed girl sighed in confusion with everyone, and at the same time cast suspicious eyes on Yu Jiyou, and said that it had nothing to do with the male god?

Seeing this scene, Qin Xingzhi trembled all over his body, as if his unstoppable oily temperament had completely faded away.

"Mr. Jiuming's skills are close to the Tao." Qin Xingzhi opened the corner of his mouth and revealed a bitter smile. "Mr. Sangyu's class has taken over, so Qin can rest assured."

Jiu Ming really taught him a lesson!

The author has something to say: (*·ω·)╰ひ╯I am back, and I have grown up by myself again.

Thank you Jiujiu for making an appointment with me, but she wrote the update in one afternoon, and I wrote it in the middle of the night, crying