i have a sword fairy

Chapter 220

The hall is very spacious.

Looking around, Zhao Rong saw that about thirty or forty students had already taken their seats, and there were still many vacant seats.

"In addition, we should all be here." Fan Yushu said as he walked.

He noticed Zhao Rong's expression looking around, and said casually:
"This school is just a relatively fixed activity place for our whimsical students. Generally, morning and evening reading can come here. If there is something about the school, or if our university president is interested, I want to If you want to give us a lecture, you will also gather here to do business."

Just as he was introducing it to Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu noticed the gaze of a certain old-fashioned woman sitting in the front row, and he turned his head and smiled at her brightly, as if the things he complained to Zhao Rong just outside the door never existed. Same.

"Then where are the gentlemen going to class?" Zhao Rong asked, withdrawing his scrutiny.

Fan Yushu turned around with a smile, "Gentlemen's class locations are not fixed... well, how should I put it, the gentlemen in our school have their own personalities, and you will know it in the future."

Zhao Rong followed Fan Yushu to the empty seat behind.

Fan Yushu arrived at a corner with ease.

The seats in the willful hall are all a combination of low mahogany tables and bamboo mats for kneeling, but the bamboo mats in his position are covered with soft and fluffy velvet tufts.

Fan Yushu sat down and twisted comfortably, lying on the table covered with soft silk cloth, picked up a book and spread it on the back of his head, let out a long breath, " Ah, it’s comfortable, the kneeling cushions in the Four Seasons Hall are too hard, and my master’s buttocks are about to bloom."

Fan Yushu complained, but his movement was very loud in the willful and quiet hall after a certain old-fashioned woman came in.

Yu Huaijin, who was in the front row, turned around with a straight face.

Fan Yushu felt the murderous aura, and with a sense of crisis, he slammed his body, straightened his waist, and sat upright.

It turned out that the books that were covering her head were all pushed to the back of her head.

Yu Huaijin and Fan Yushu, who looked serious, looked at each other for a moment, then turned around again.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

He sat down on the seat next to Fan Yushu, looked outside the door, and asked:

"What art class is this afternoon?"

Fan Yushu thought for a while, "Today... well, it's Mr. Leyi, Mr. Si's class."

He turned his head and said seriously to Zhao Rong: "Trust me, you will like Mr. Si's class."

Zhao Rong shook his head, took out a commentary on the Confucian classics given to him by Mr. Yan, opened it with his head down, and said:

"Le Yi? It's boring."

Zhao Rong had long discovered that he had no musical talent, and had never played any tunes except for a little understanding of the rhythms mentioned in the Confucian classics.

When he was in Zhongnan Kingdom before, Lin Wenruo complained about his piano skills halfway through playing casually, and the "Mingyu" that was given to him later made Zhao Rong a little interested in the piano, but then that guy Wenruo seemed to have forgotten , and did not give it to him again.

So Zhao Rong is really indifferent to Qin Yi now.

However, music art can be listed as one of the six Confucian arts, and it is indeed important in Confucianism.

It is paired with another art "Li", and its importance can be compared to the great art of Confucianism.

The first sage said, "Established in propriety, accomplished in music".

Because "the etiquette is different, but the contract is happy".

That is to say, etiquette is used to distinguish people's class and social status differences, but if only etiquette is emphasized to show everyone's class and status differences, then it will cause the psychological and emotional imbalance of the people of the whole country.

This is not good for the small countries under the mountain that Confucian scholars governed with Confucianism, or those large dynasties that are so large that they can include the immortal family on the mountain.

After all, Confucianism pays attention to joining the world and governing the world in peace.

A stable country and power must be able to distinguish between different classes, and more importantly, be able to unite these separated classes.

Therefore, with the adjustment of "Le and Tong", "Le" provides a channel that can break down the status differences.

In the strictly hierarchical dynasty of etiquette and law, "music" became an important link to reconcile emotions, and played an irreplaceable role in maintaining the order and harmony of the dynasty.

Because the appreciation of "joy" is shared and can connect emotions.

Not only nobles and commoners in the mortal dynasty, monks on the mountain and mortals down the mountain, Xuanhuang human race and alien monster race, can all be connected with "music", subtly easing conflicts.

In addition, the ritual sacrifices of Confucian Confucian temples, and some array arrangements of etiquette and Taoism also need the assistance of music.

This is the "music" art, one of the six Confucian arts.

It is said that the great monks who practice music, Confucianism and Taoism can infect the emotions of the people of a country and make them pure, kind and simple.

It's just that the way of "joy" is different from the way of scriptures, righteousness, etiquette, etc. It is unique to Confucianism, and there are also monks who are good at music among other hundred schools of thought.

It is rumored that among the hundreds of schools on the mountain, there are some who can cultivate "music" to the extreme. They all have an ancient title, musician.

"No, no, no," seeing Zhao Rong's bored look, Fan Yushu shook his head and said, "Ziyu, if this is the case, then you will definitely like Mr. Si's class."

Zhao Rong turned a page of the book, his eyes didn't move from the book, but he also raised his eyebrows.

Fan Yushu was serious, "Mr. Si never looked at us in class, so, Ziyu, you know, you can do whatever you want."

"Oh, that's pretty good." Zhao Rong nodded in agreement. He had already selected the Confucianism and Taoism, and now he has been thinking about the Confucianism in his heart. Just enough to free up his energy to do his own thing.

Fan Yushu stretched his waist, thought of something immediately, beat his hands and said, "In Mr. Si's class, I'm usually used to closing my eyes and enjoying the music he plays, but Yu Huaijin doesn't understand the essence of Mr. music appreciation. , even my eyelids."

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu and had a new understanding of him.

"However, the only bad thing about Mr. Si is that sometimes he likes to take us running around, which makes me close my eyes..."

Fan Yushu was complaining with Zhao Rong when his words stopped suddenly.

I saw Yu Huaijin in the front row suddenly got up, went to the door, and after three breaths, went back and forth.

Yu Huaijin stood in front of the door with her hands up, covering her hands with her wide sleeves, her expression was calm, and she spoke concisely.

"Mr. said, afternoon tour."

All the students in the whimsical hall rose up in unison, followed Yu Huaijin and walked out.

After Fan Yushu's words were interrupted, he sighed and stood up, "Go, Ziyu, Mr. Si is going to have class outside."

Zhao Rong took the book and went to the door.

The students of Willful Hall gathered in the open space in front of the hall.

When Zhao Rong walked out of the gate, he saw three people waiting in front of the clump of young bamboos outside the lobby.

One is a middle-aged man with a slender figure, a calm face, and a refined temperament. He is tilting his head slightly, as if he is looking at the clump of young bamboos.

The other two were standing behind the middle-aged man, dressed as bookboys, one was holding a bamboo stick, and the other was holding a long object wrapped in white cloth in his arms. Judging from the shape, Zhao Rong guessed it should be a guqin.

Because in Confucianism, the qin occupies a special position. The sages say that the qin player is also the person who cultivates the body and rationality, restrains evil and prevents adultery, so a gentleman does not give up his body for no reason.

Waiting for all the students to arrive in the open space in front of the lobby, Yu Huaijin stepped forward and saluted the middle-aged man, "Mr. Si, everyone is here, you can go."

Si Wuxie turned her head and looked at the students of the willful class in front of her, with a natural smile, and nodded slightly.

It's just that his eyes are staring straight ahead. If you look carefully, you can see that these eyes are empty and lifeless.

Zhao Rong suddenly realized that this Mr. Si was blind.

He turned to look at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu was blinking at Zhao Rong.

Look, I'm right, Mr. Si never looks at us...

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

Si Wuxie didn't move, he suddenly turned his head and "looked" at a certain place in the crowd.

Zhao Rong didn't look at Fan Yushu's winking, he didn't smile, but turned his head back, and at this moment, he happened to meet the "gaze" cast by the blind Mr. Si.

Those were a pair of dull eyes.

Zhao Rong's heart suddenly trembled.

At the same time, Gui, who had been in a cold war with him for a long time, suddenly spoke, and his voice echoed in Zhao Rong's turbulent heart.

"These naked eyes are not his eyes, this man's eyes...have been gouged out."

Zhao Rong frowned. For a moment, he wanted to ask again, but Gui had already spoken again.

"Don't worry, there should be no malice. Besides, this academy master is just a mortal, even worse than your pre-cultivation physique."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, but his brows were still frowning.

Ahead, Yu Huaijin also saw Si Wuxie's "line of sight" in the direction of Zhao Rong.

She explained: "Mr. Zi, his name is Zhao Ziyu, and he is a student who just came to the Huaxing Hall today."

"Zhao Ziyu, Ziyu..." Si Wuxie nodded, whispering softly, her voice slightly magnetic.

He raised his head, smiled at Zhao Rong, then turned his head, "looked" at Yu Huaijin for a while, then turned his eyes back and forth between the two of them for a moment, and suddenly said:
"Yu Huaijin, Zhao Ziyu... Huaijin holding Yu...a good name..."

Si Wuxie was talking to herself, she reached out to take the bamboo stick from the book boy, turned around to stand on the stick, and walked slowly towards the corridor.

The two book boys followed behind.

Behind them, the students of the Willful School turned their heads one after another, their eyes intertwined, a little bewildered.

Immediately, all eyes were on Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin.

Zhao Rong remained silent.

On Yu Huaijin's always calm face, his brows were rarely frowned, staring at Mr. Si's back.

It's just that neither of them looked at each other.

Fan Yushu on the side immediately regained his spirits, and said in amazement, "Huaijin holds Yu, Jin and Yu are both beautiful jades, and they are indeed good names. I haven't found out before... Ziyu, you and Senior Yu just listen to the name. It's a good match, and they look like husband and wife."

He turned his head to look at Zhao Rong, and said sincerely, "Oh, Ziyu is really blessed. She already has younger siblings, and now she has another confidante..."

Fan Yushu paused.

Because Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin looked at him almost at the same time.

Fan Yushu stiffened his bones and stiffened his neck and said: "Okay, even the eyes that look at me are the same, I think, sooner or later we will get a..."

Zhao Rong turned to Yu Huaijin and said, "Senior Yu, I suddenly thought of something. Brother Yushu worked really hard in Taiqing Mansion. He was busy from morning to night, but he was writing love letters to a fairy named Ye in Fuyao Mansion. .”

Yu Huaijin nodded, walked forward, followed Mr. Si, and wrote lightly with a straight face:
"Fan Yushu, on all holidays this month, you stay in the dormitory and don't leave. I will personally supervise your studies. You can't miss a single word of the previous homework. Leave it to me within ten days. I will accompany you on the rest day of the month."

Fan Yushu: "..."

The strong man's bones softened suddenly.

"Ah, don't, Senior Yu, I was wrong. I just made a joke to brighten up the atmosphere. Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. I'm afraid that your old man will keep a straight face every day, and you will grow old soon... I am A painstaking effort... I, I..."

Fan Yushu howled.

Yu Huaijin ignored him, and followed up with Mr. Si with the other students in the candid hall.

Zhao Rong whistled, glanced at Fan Yushu, and left with a slightly raised mouth.

Fan Yushu stared blankly at Zhao Rong from behind.

Zhao Rong found the art class in the afternoon very interesting, and Mr. Si almost didn't say a word during the whole process.

He was also silent like the students in the willful hall, following Mr. Si.

Linlu Academy occupies a huge area, and everyone walks among the quiet mountains and forests.

It's like walking in autumn, stop and go.

When Mr. Si goes, they go, and when Mr. Si stops, they stop.

Sometimes, walking under the red leaves of the lush forest, the cool wind blows, the waves of the forest sea, and the sound of thousands of autumn leaves, layer upon layer, and the sound undulates.

Si Wuxie would stop slowly and stand still with his stick.

And Zhao Rong and the students of the Willful Hall also stopped to listen to Lin Haitao's voice together.

Sometimes, passing by a clear spring in a mountain stream, the spring water is tinkling, pebbles are knocked, fish are swimming happily, and the water is splashing.

Mr. Si will stop and lead everyone to listen carefully.

Sometimes, even if it's just a row of ants on the rock, carrying food zigzagging, the sound is almost silent.

Mr. Si will also stop.

Not to mention the sound of those lonely birds spreading their wings, and the sound of returning geese flying by.

There is a beautiful voice in the world, and Mr. Si led all the students to listen to it in the smallest moments.

This is Zhao Rong's first music class.

However, although he felt that this gentleman's way of teaching was a bit novel, he was still not interested in fun things like playing the piano and blowing the flute.

When the sunset was approaching, Si Wuxie returned with the students from the Willful School.

While walking on the corridor, Si Wuxie stopped suddenly.

At this time, the sun was setting on the western mountain, and the ink pond beside the promenade was filled with a lake of gold. Zhao Rong and his students turned their heads to look at the lake beside Mr. Si, and their eyes were full of brilliance.

And the golden afterglow also filled Mr. Si's empty and lifeless eyes, as if they were glowing with spirit again.

This situation is very beautiful.

The silent Si Wuxie suddenly sat by the railing on the side of the blue lake, and took the white cloth wrapped thing from the hand of the following book boy.

He sat upright, staring straight at the students in front of him, groped to open the white cloth bag with both hands, took out a guqin from it, and placed it horizontally between his knees.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and found that Mr. Si's guqin had been broken, and about one-third of the body of the qin was wrapped in layers of black cloth, and the body of the qin that was broken into two parts was merged and fixed.

Seeing this, the students of the Zhixing Hall casually sat down on the promenade next to Mr. Si, and then took out their own Guqin and placed it horizontally between their knees.

Si Wuxie's ten fingers were long and slender, and he began to twirl. The movements between his fingers were like butterflies flying. It was extremely beautiful to watch, and what was even more beautiful was the sound of his piano.

The students stared at it, or closed their eyes to appreciate it.

Gradually, driven by the sound of the piano, he also began to try to play the piano.

The sluggish Fan Yushu also straightened up and played the guqin quite proficiently. He was a little novice, but Zhao Rong also thought it sounded good.

Yu Huaijin sat upright, took out a handkerchief and wiped his ten fingers, gently resting his fingers on the thin strings of the piano, brewing in silence.

Seeing that everyone else was immersed in the sound of Mr. Si's piano, Zhao Rong played it out of emotion, and he also took out a prepared ordinary guqin.

Zhao Rong looked down at the piano, and thought about Lin Wenruo's casual and easy playing style that he had seen before.

He pointed.

Arrival.

Upwards.

clank----!
clank----!
clank----!
The whole audience was suddenly quiet.

Fan Yushu's movements froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked up at Zhao Rong.

Jia Tengying looked at Zhao Rong with his mouth open.

Yu Huaijin turned her head expressionlessly.

"Hey, why are you so impatient..." Zhao Rong looked at his fingers, then at the broken string, and whispered.

He stretched out his finger again, "lightly" the area.

Zheng——!
The only remaining string is also dead.

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly, raised his head, and met the gazes of the people around him, "Sorry, the first time, it was inevitable that the force was a bit strong."

Everyone: "..."

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