Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 26: Eighth Grade Qin Master
Everything in the world can be classified.

This is true for calligraphy, painting, chess, and poetry and prose.

The reason why Jiannan Xuehua Xuan is famous all over the world is not because it is as white as snow, cannot be burned by fire, cannot be soaked by floods, will not rot for a thousand years, and will be immortal for ten thousand years.

Rather, it can bear the weight of literary spirit, make literary ideas flow, and enhance the quality of calligraphy and painting.

Feng Qingyan in the study was amazed at the snowflakes spread on the table. He was really shocked by the snowflakes. When he stared at the snowflakes, it seemed as if in an instant, he was in a holy and flawless world of ice and snow, feeling the cool breath, which made him feel refreshed and his heart clear and empty.

But in a flash, inspiration came to him like a spring.

He writes like a god.

He thought about it, and finally suppressed the urge to write, because what came to him was the literary thoughts from his previous life. It seemed that in his previous life, in addition to building the underworld, he also read a lot of poems and articles, and was familiar with a lot of classics, history, and miscellaneous collections, but unfortunately he could not remember them one by one.

He shook his head, put away the snowflake paper, and continued reading.

The next morning.

Feng Qingyan presented Mr. An with a piece of snowflake paper to thank him for his careful instruction over the past few days, saying that it was a gift from his student to him.

Mr. An pondered for a moment and then accepted it with a smile.

Although snowflake rice paper is expensive and hard to come by, for Mr. An, it is not much different from ordinary rice paper.

When he returned to the cabin for breakfast and then came to the morning hall.

An old man in green clothes with a dignified look stood in front of the academy's gate with a ruler in his hand. He had stopped several students who wanted to enter the academy and said, "The academy is a quiet place. Students who are not from the academy are not allowed to enter the gate without permission. Those who violate the rules will be punished."

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he heard this. He was not allowed to enter the academy?
However, the thatched cottage had not been moved and was still inside the academy, so he had to go in. Then, he suddenly remembered that the teacher who scolded the students yesterday afternoon was this person...

"You guys, you don't know how to study hard, but you know how to travel, enjoy the scenery, and have fun. If you don't pass the exam, what does it matter whether you read it or not? If you pass the exam, what does it matter whether you read it or not?"

The majestic old man scolded.

Several students had no choice but to retreat with a bow.

“You must know that ascending to the path of sainthood is like rowing against the current. If you don’t move forward, you will move backward! You’d better take care of yourselves.” The majestic old man’s voice was heard again, falling into the ears of many students on the south bank of the Lingshui River.

On the south bank, many houses have already been built, ranging from simple bamboo and wooden huts to luxurious courtyards and pavilions.

Although the academy would provide housing for students, the students' servants were not allowed to enter the academy. Therefore, the students' servants could only live outside the academy and take care of the students' daily life and food.

But most students live in luxurious residences outside in pursuit of comfort.

"Students greet teachers."

Feng Qingyan walked up to him and bowed, saying, "I am a student of the morning class. Please allow me to enter, Master."

The dignified old man looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise. It was really surprising that such an extraordinary person was just beginning his morning study. He nodded and said, "Although you are just beginning your morning study, it is not too late. If you study hard, you may be able to catch up. Go in."

"Thank you, Master."

Feng Qingyan said respectfully and walked in.

"Hey, how could Brother Feng get in?" A student in the distance said in surprise.

"Brother Feng is studying elegant language with Dean An in the morning hall, so he is considered a student of the morning hall, so it is not surprising that he can get in." A student explained, and then his eyes lit up, "Hey, if we also say we are students of the morning hall, then can we get in?"

"You are trying to fool the teacher. Be careful not to be discovered by him." A student shook his head.

"We have been to the academy several times. Now, as our teacher said, we need to study hard. If we fail to pass the exam..."

The student stopped talking and fell silent.

The students gradually fell silent, as not everyone could enter the academy.

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afternoon.

Clear and cold piano sounds came from the sea of ​​clouds with elegance.

Just like the gurgling cold current in the deep, the melody appears and disappears, like the top of a mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, erratic...

It feels as if the whole person is placed in a cold current under the sea of ​​clouds, making people feel as if they are there.

Many students were fascinated by the performance and were amazed.

"Red and white coexist!"

A student accidentally looked up and saw white and red sound mist in the sky. He was shocked and said, "Eighth-rank Qinshi!" "Eighth-rank Qinshi?"

When some students heard this, they quickly looked up and saw the red and white sound mist.

At this time, many students were very excited. They had never thought that they could listen to the performance of an eighth-grade musician. They could not help but listen attentively, their thoughts rising and falling with the sound of the piano.

Mountain stream cabin.

When Feng Qingyan heard the clear and melodious sound of the piano, he also put down his book and listened.

He closed his eyes, and the world of piano music gradually appeared in his mind, making him intoxicated by the music. But gradually, Feng Qingyan's hands began to tremble, making him unable to control himself, and in the end he could not control himself at all.

Hands, shaking constantly.

This is?

Feng Qingyan was shocked. What happened to his hand?
At this time, he clenched his fists tightly to be able to control it, but he still felt a trembling feeling.

Meditate!

Meditate!

Feng Qingyan took a deep breath, and his hands gradually calmed down. However, as long as the sound of the piano continued, his hands could not calm down.

The sound of the piano seems strange.

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but walk out of the wooden house. When he looked up at the sky, he saw red and white sound mist, but he didn't know what it was.

South bank of Lingshui River.

Many students came out, wanting to find out where the eighth-rank musician was.

"It must be nearby!" a student said confidently, and then looked towards the hilltop in the north. "Do you think that the musician will play on the hill?"

"The sound of the piano is coming from the sea of ​​clouds. It is possible that the piano is played on the mountain."

"Let's go to the mountain and see if there is a chance to meet this eighth-rank zither player. If we do, it will be of great help to us in the future..."

"Go together."

A student made a suggestion, which was immediately echoed by many other students, who all rode in carriages to go up the mountain.

Buried on the east side of the mountain.

On a small white hill, there was a sonic mist.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man in white clothes sat cross-legged on a rock, with a seven-stringed harp on his knees. The cool and elegant sound of the harp came from the fingers of the young man in white clothes, and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Beside the young man in white, two girls stood respectfully.

The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with eyebrows like emerald feathers, teeth like shells, skin as white as snow, and a waist as white as a silk ribbon.

One song to end.

The young man in white looked at the horizon for a while, then quietly put away his zither and stood up.

He, himself, carried the lyre at his side.

"Sir, someone has come down the mountain. Would you like to meet him?" the maid on the left asked softly.

"Is it worth seeing someone who doesn't know anything about music?" The young man in white said coldly, and walked away with his lyre on his back. "I hope Zangshan Academy won't let me down."

The two maids looked at each other and followed closely behind.

"Sir, although Zangshan Academy is one of the eighty-one academies, it gathers the best talents in the world. However, with your piano skills, how many people in the world can compare with you?"

A maid worshipped said.

"ignorance."

The voice of the young man in white was still cold.

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