After Bai Yueguang died, I soared

If Jiuming just played well, he would certainly not be convinced, because the other party couldn't teach him well, and he had a hundred reasons to tell Jiuming.

But Jiuming not only guessed his thoughts, but also taught him a lesson!

When he was in Shenwei Academy before, Qin Xingzhi had been perfunctory with Mr. Qin, even if he had a three-point talent, he pretended to be ignorant.Mr. Xianhe was so angry with his incomprehensible style like a rock that "Sorrow of the Shuang" broke out with incomparable grief and indignation, and he didn't want to care about him anymore.

But he had an idea, and instead took it to heart.Since the sound of the piano contains a huge power of empathy, even a cow can cry, then... is there a killing song?He looks down on music, but longs for power!

As soon as the murderous intention moves, everyone who hears it will die. This is a state that Qin Xingzhi yearned for at that time.

There are killing songs, of course there are.Formal basic courses would not mention these relatively negative and lethal things. Qin Xingzhi is indifferent to music, so he doesn't know it. Others would have understood it long ago.

But there is still the fairy net. Qin Xingzhi became very interested after finding out about the so-called Shaqu.

After Qin Xingzhi was pardoned and no one taught him art class, he studied it happily by himself, but within three months he had no progress, so he gave up angrily.

Later, on the battlefield, he listened to someone play it, and his curiosity was rekindled. After he came to teach in the Mingshui Annex, he continued to study under the guise of an art class.

The artistic conception of "Sha Lian" is actually more tragic than killing, and the crisis is just hidden. Qin Xingzhi is not afraid of hurting people when he practices this - of course he has nothing to gain, at most he is disgusting and disgusting. Others think he plays too badly I can't stand it.

Speaking of it, Qin Xingzhi himself was a little depressed. Whoever said it was because he played too badly, it was obviously the effect!Effect!

Xuan Zhao saw it through, and gave him a break, and played a piece of "Sha Lian" himself to show how the power of music drives such ruthless things as tables and chairs.

After taking a lesson, Xuan Zhao also demonstrated his strength with ease at the same time. How powerful is this kind of piano skill that allows everyone to enter the country without hurting anyone at all?

A ruthless thing moves the heart, so that jade and stone are burnt; a sentient person knows the song, but enters it but does not enter the heart.

Being sentient and ruthless is easily played by Xuan Zhao in the palm of his hand, nothing more than what he said just now is close to the Tao.

However, he still has poor eyesight, and he didn't see clearly until the tables and chairs were scattered!

Xuan Zhao pointed out that his understanding of Shaqu has gone into a misunderstanding.

What music infects others depends on the power of the soul and the resonance of emotions.

What is the most important thing about emotional resonance?It is an accurate expression, and expression needs the support of skills. An inexperienced performance like Qin Xingzhi can only affect others like a child's play.

Qin Xingzhi really doesn't have much talent in music theory. With the support of Xianwang, he didn't understand it after thinking about it for so long.

"I'm really relieved to hand over the class of Sangyu to Mr. Jiuming." Qin Xingzhi sighed, he couldn't express his mood, he had taken advantage of a lot over the years, since there are better candidates in the annex, it's time to leave.

It's only natural that the curator's old man didn't dare to come to see him. Qin Xingzhi was angry for a moment, then depressed again.

In order to get him to agree, the old man promised that "you are the only one" and said "Sangyu class is up to you".But the gentleman in the annex is not a good job, and he hasn't done it yet.

Um?Mr. Qin... is he resigned?Shouldn't he say that Mr. Jiuming is not enough?Mr. Qin, don't go!Bah, bah, why do you have such an idea, it would be better if Mr. Qin left.

The students in the audience experienced a series of complex psychological activities.

The girl at the table next to Yujiyou's almond eyes are not round anymore, and she looks a little sad. Don't look at her yelling, but she has the deepest affection for Qin Xingzhi.

Anyway, anyway, thinking about not being abused by Mr. Qin again, I worked hard and passed the final exam!Mr. Qin better not go!

Yu Jiyou observed Xuan Zhao's small movements, and saw his fingers tapping on the table, so he knew that things were not that simple.

"The curator has agreed to hire a few more gentlemen," Xuan Zhao finally said his original plan, "Mr. Qin only needs to teach one subject in the future, and the salary will remain the same. I wonder what intention does Mr. Qin have?"

Qin Xingzhi misunderstood the curator this time.

The curator didn’t decide to rectify Sangyu’s class right away. He had a friendly exchange with Xuan Zhao (in the name of Mingshui Academy), and was impressed by Xuan Zhao’s sincerity (he paid the salary of his later husband). Impressed, he really wanted to do a good job in the Sangyu class (fooling more aristocratic families), so he welcomed the arrival of Xianjun Jiuming.

The curator of the latest gossip of Jiuming Xianjun also heard about it. Jiuming Xianjun will leave soon, how could the curator be willing to let Qin Xingzhi leave.

Qin Xing was taken aback, he hadn't considered this situation... Besides Sangyu's class, which class has only one teacher!

The job was reduced but the salary remained the same. Qin Xingzhi couldn't think of any reason to refuse, and said directly: "I'm pretty good at acting."

Qin Xingzhi is now in the state of Baodan Consummation. In the final exam, he got first-class in both writing and acting, and he has practical experience in the battlefield. Other subjects are pitfalls.

Xuan Zhao nodded, as a recognition of his strength, noncommittal.

Qin Xingzhi's mood relaxed slightly, he grinned and showed a crooked smile, his indecent tone returned, and he was about to get close to his new colleague.

But now he is really convinced by Immortal Jiuming, and the other party is worthy of being the big brother Mingshui who came out of the class.

"Actually, "Sha Lian" should not be expressed with the qin, but with the zither." Xuan Zhao suddenly continued to talk about the song just now, and stroked the strings of the qin lightly.

Qin Xing was taken aback, not understanding why Xuan Zhao was talking about this again.

Yu Jiyou couldn't help but nodded slightly, it must be a kite.

It is fun to play the zither horizontally, and it becomes a soldier on the ground.

The zither was originally a weapon, but it was gradually transformed into a pure musical instrument because the addition of silk strings was found to be too pleasant to the ear, but the killing spirit in its nature cannot be erased.

A song on the battlefield like "Sha Lian" is in perfect harmony with it.

Although its history is basically as long as that of the qin, the zither has not been very popular all the time. Qin Xingzhi doesn't know much about it and is a bit at a loss.

However, the witty students in the audience found the zither version of "Sha Lian" on Xianwang——Among the young people in the foundation period, the zither has become popular—the bass range of the zither is different from that of the qin. Listen to it Qin Xingzhi's eyes lit up when he saw this edition of "Sha Lian".

This is exactly the kind of feeling he has been pursuing all along. The zither was a little bit worse just now, but the zither made Qin Xingzhi feel impulsive.

Qin Xingzhi understands that his cultivation system lacks hole cards and ultimate moves, and some old events on the battlefield still make him brood... For the past 60 years, he has actually been in a subtle self-entanglement, but now he has made up his mind.

Qin Xingzhi has decided to learn this musical instrument from scratch, as if... making up for the lessons he missed in Shenwei Academy.

"Mr. Jiuming, can you teach me the zither?" Qin Xingzhi asked impatiently, his eyes shining with anticipation.

At the same time, he felt a little complacent, Qin Xingzhi also knew what it means to know the meaning of listening to Xiange, and when Jiu Ming mentioned the kite like this, no fool would know what he meant!

"No, I don't know how to play the zither." Xuan Zhao shook his head unexpectedly, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

That couldn't be called a smile, but an undercurrent turbulent under a hundred feet of ice.

Qin Xingzhi stood there dumbfounded, being completely poured with a basin of cold water, could he be wrong?

No, their new art teacher will be very good at Zheng.Yu Jiyou recited silently, and couldn't help but smile along with it, all of which were Xuanzhao's tricks.

"Sang Yu's class will invite a Zheng teacher." Xuan Zhao emphasized, "Zheng is suitable for beginners." He is thinking about the students.

In Qin Xingzhi's era, the basic education final exam was held every New Year's Eve, and if you missed it or failed, you had to wait another ten years; now that it has been reformed, it is held every year, that's why Lu Zhixun asked Yu Jiyou to do it every year Pass the final exam within the year.

The academy still recruits students only in the autumn of the new year, and usually has its own exams.

In 07 of the Great Xia Dynasty, the schools resumed enrollment. This year is 777, and the autumn trial has just ended.

However, special enrollment is not subject to this restriction, and you can enroll at any time.

The final exam is in the spring, and the latest spring exam is less than five months away.

Everyone in the Sangyu class, except for the old oily girl who has been there for more than 60 years like the almond-eyed girl, the foundation of the others is the same as that of Yu Jiyou, which is about zero.

The kite is quick to use, which is suitable for this situation.

Mr. Jiuming's words caused a small exclamation.

Without him, the zither is the most popular instrument now, they can learn the zither when they go to school, it is a fashion goose!

Xuanzhao looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him curiously and expectantly, so he said, "Since everyone has no problem, let's do a test paper next."

"Hiss..." Someone gasped, and the exclamations turned into moans.

The test papers were handed out one by one, and Yu Jiyou saw the girl at the next table write the words "Yun Lu Nong" with a felt pen, and the lines were crooked.

Xuan Zhao didn't send it to Yu Jiyou, others need to find out, but he knows Yu Jiyou's situation well.

"Mr. Qin, can you invigilate the exam?" Xuan Zhao summoned Qin Xingzhi who was at a loss, and when the other party responded, he said to Yu Jiyou solemnly: "Talk?"

It's time to talk, too many things have happened in the past few days, and Yu Jiyou hasn't found a chance to ask clearly what happened to the other party.

Yu Jiyou walked out of the classroom almost being watched by Yun Lunong's gaze, and stopped when the eyes in the classroom disappeared.

"Yuyu." Yu Jiyou was hugged from the back, and the other person covered him up, with his arms wrapped around his waist tightly, and his somewhat low-temperature breath sprayed on the side of his neck together with the intimate name.

Yang Xihe's mood fluctuated too much after reminiscing with Yuji before. After losing consciousness, he sank in the Zifu. After regaining consciousness, he wanted to come out. He endured for a long time before finding an opportunity.

After coming out, he didn't want to waste any time, and directly hugged Yu Jiyou from behind.

Yuji swims still, enjoying this tenderness, no matter how many times, Yang Xihe's hugs make him feel at ease and warm.

Well, the conversation is likely to be wasted, but Yang Xihe is the most important thing.

Yu Jiyou took a lot of effort to turn himself around, looked into Yang Xihe's eyes, and couldn't help but kissed him again.

The kiss was from the eyes to the bridge of the nose to the lips, without going deep, like two close friends rubbing against each other.

But the movements of his hands were not so pure, Yang Xihe's hand was almost poking into Yu Jiyou's skirt, and suddenly he convulsed uncontrollably.

"Yes... I'm watching." Yang Xihe stopped politely, the tips of his ears turning red.

The fiery state of the two finally stopped.

Yu Jiyou grabbed Yang Xihe's uncontrollable fingers just now. The five fingers were slender and crystal white. Only when he touched the hard palm did he know that it was the hand of a sword practitioner. It was stable and powerful.

He was a little worried that Xuan Zhao, Ming Yi, etc. would not lose control of their bodies like this.

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