Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 97 Listening to the World (Seeking Recommendation Vote)
"Feng Sanding is deaf?"

The students of Shangren Academy were extremely surprised and said, "I heard that Feng Sanding has great ambitions at a young age. He won't discuss zither with others until he becomes a zither master. He is also the president of Fengming Zither Club and has a lot of experience and accomplishments in zither. He will definitely become a zither minister in the future, and he may also become a zither master. This deafness, I'm afraid..."

"Pity."

A student sighed.

Who could have thought that Feng Sanding, who was famous all over the world, would suddenly become deaf?

At this time, many students from Sanshang Academy and the Ten Great Academies who wanted to compete with Feng Sanding were shocked when they heard that Feng Sanding had suddenly lost his hearing.

"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Many students sighed.

The impact of this deafness is not only on the way of playing the zither, but also on the way of saints.

"What's the pity?"

Some people who had evil intentions towards Feng Sanding were overjoyed upon hearing this, and said, "Everyone, could this be God's punishment for Feng Sanding's lies a few days ago? I think he deserves it..."

"absurd!"

"My lies are deceiving the public!"

"Shameful words! I am ashamed to be associated with you..."

After hearing this, many students immediately shouted or scolded.

Although many students in the Eighty-one Academy disliked Feng Sanding, they still admired him in their hearts. At this time, someone actually slandered Feng Sanding like this, and they couldn't help but get furious...

If Feng Sanding could be defeated head-on, everyone would be happy.

However, if you use despicable means to frame someone, you will be despised by everyone!
"Spreading rumors and slander, low moral character, Ding Ping!"

At this time, a teacher suddenly appeared and severely reprimanded the student.

The student's face turned pale, his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were full of fear. The instructor's words "low moral character" threw him into the abyss, with almost no chance of recovery.

Also, in the 81st Academy, if you get three Ding ratings, you will be expelled from the academy.

For some reason, the words of God's punishment and that the sins were deserved spread quickly in the 81st Academy.

Even if the teacher came forward, it would not be able to stop it.

It even spread throughout the world.

The scholars at the Jixia Academy were all surprised when they heard that Feng Sanding had suddenly lost his hearing.

Soon after, other schools began to spread rumors that Feng Sanding deserved his punishment and that it was a punishment from heaven...

As those who supported Feng Sanding were defeated one after another, the rumor became more widespread.

When the rumor reached Zangshan Academy, everyone was shocked and started to rebuke it, especially the academy's teachers and instructors...

As for Feng Qingyan, after he was left with no alternative but to do so, he gradually calmed down.

I have been reading in the library.

"Master, have you found the reason?"

In the back hall of the academy, the old teacher asked, his face full of worry, "If the hearing loss continues, I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry, maybe it's a good thing."

An Xiu said after a moment's hesitation.

"Good thing?"

The old teacher was a little surprised. Is deafness a good thing?
"If I become temporarily deaf and lose all sounds, it is only to better listen to the voice of heaven and earth." An Xiu smiled and said, "Many ancient sages gained enlightenment due to their deafness..."

"What did the dean say?"

The old teacher's eyes widened slightly, and after a while he was still a little worried, and said: "What if it's not temporary deafness?"

"I also..."

An Xiu shook his head and said, "It depends on his luck."

Day by day passed.

This is the fifth day that Feng Qingyan has been deaf.

The world in his eyes gradually became a little different.

The complete deafness of these few days allowed him to see another side of the world. He was a little surprised, but gradually got used to it.

From the initial anxiety and panic, to worry and discomfort, to a calm state of mind, the loss of sound made him more focused and attentive, making reading more enjoyable.

He even liked this feeling...

The east corner is lost, and the mulberry elm is harvested.

Since I can't learn the piano, I'll put my energy back into the holy way...

Feng Qingyan read a lot of Confucianism in the library and tried to learn some of it. It only takes one or two hours to learn a simple Confucianism...

There are not many Confucian arts suitable for the scholar realm, and most of them are auxiliary. "There are too few means of attack..."

Feng Qingyan frowned, and then looked through the military strategist's "Paper Talk", which was a very powerful group attack technique.

But now, his literary talent is not yet complete, so he cannot practice.

When I came out of the library, I met Mu Yu.

"..."

Mu Yu said something with a worried look on his face.

"It's okay, maybe it's a good thing this way." Feng Qingyan said with a smile. He has returned to his previous state and is no longer in a daze.

Mu Yu looked a little sad.

"Is Feng Sanding temporarily deaf, or is he..."

A student asked.

"Hard to say."

"Alas, God is jealous of talent. Who could have thought of this?"

The students sighed, and so did the teachers and instructors of the academy. Deafness affects more than just the qin...

Day .

Feng Qingyan was still reading in the library, specifically books on Confucianism and Confucian Law.

At some point, he put the book down and frowned. Why did Wentong and Wensheng have so few means of attack?
There is almost no Confucianism to learn.

He closed his eyes and thought.

In the library, wisps of literary energy continuously penetrated into the Wen Palace between his eyebrows and the Junzi Ding in his mind.

In the Wen Palace, which was over 200 feet in size, the drizzle gradually became heavier and turned into a drizzle.

The middle level of literary talent.

Not long after, where Feng Qingyan was, it was as if a thick fog had descended, and countless literary energy madly rushed into his Wen Palace and Junzi Ding.

In Wen Palace, the drizzle gradually turned into moderate rain.

The literary talent is at a high level.

However, he was stuck at the upper realm of Wencai. Although it was still raining moderately in the Wen Palace, the range of the rainfall was expanding.

Soon it spread throughout the entire Wen Palace.

To achieve the great accomplishment of literary talent, one must at least forge a literary bone...

Feng Qingyan didn't care too much about these things. As long as he had some understanding, he would be able to break through the realm one day. If he cared too much about the realm, it would be counterproductive.

Seventh day.

Feng Qingyan was still deaf, and there was no sound in his ears.

He was still concentrating on studying Confucianism in the library, and the three gentleman tripods in his mind were unknowingly filled with literary energy.

"Too few attacks, very disadvantageous to low-ranking scholars..."

Feng Qingyan pondered, should he create a school of thought that could attack Confucianism?
As soon as the idea came to his mind, he began to study it seriously, not caring whether it would succeed or not.

The eighth day passed, and nothing had changed. The deaf was still deaf. However, Feng Qingyan's desire to attack Confucianism became stronger.

ninth day.

Under the cover of night, Feng Qingyan was reading in the wooden house.

At some point, he began to hear strange sounds in his ears, with a hint of mystery, so he concentrated and listened. Then, he walked while listening, and left the cabin, as if he was following the sound...

The night passed.

The sound was still in his ears, sometimes far away, sometimes near, extremely mysterious, but he still couldn't understand it...

He stopped searching for the source and instead sat down and continued to listen, trying to understand the secrets hidden in the sound.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

At this time, the students discovered that Feng Sanding was sitting on the river bank not far from the academy. He had been sitting there for a whole day, motionless like a wooden sculpture.

"Is this... another enlightenment?"

Some students couldn't help but say.

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