Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 43 Only My Teacher!

Under the moonlight.

A north wind blew snowflakes past, hitting the students with different expressions on Lingshui Bridge.

However, the flame of the oil lamp beside Feng Qingyan did not even flicker, and the surroundings were so quiet as if there was no wind.

Mu Yu stared at the oil lamp quietly.

Gradually, the sound of wind died down, and there were no more kneeling students. There was only an oil lamp burning quietly in the dead silence of ice and snow.

The world was eerily quiet.

"what?"

At this time, the old teacher in front of the academy looked at Mu Yu with a little surprise and said, "Are you really able to see the secret?"

"This... can the shepherdess enter the sixth rank?"

The young teacher said with joy in his heart.

If he really reaches the sixth rank, he might be able to compete with the disciples of Sanshang Academy and the ten major academies for the world's youth piano rankings.

"Is it that easy?"

The old teacher shook his head and looked at the other students who had the "method" right in front of them but couldn't get it. He couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart and wanted to step forward and remind them.

If you miss the opportunity now, you may never have such a good opportunity in the future.

But can the Dharma be obtained just by being reminded?

If this were the case, everyone in the world would be a great scholar.

Feng Qingyan was reading quietly, and the "Fa" that he unconsciously revealed also shocked the old teacher. After all, Feng Qingyan did not comprehend the state of "tranquility", but only possessed a certain "tranquil and plain" aura, which he could not control.

If you try too hard, it won't show.

Gradually, some students discovered that there was something wrong with the oil lamp. Although the north wind blew over Lingshui Bridge from time to time, the oil lamp never went out.

This left them feeling confused and puzzled.

If it was a great scholar or a minister of literature, it would be easy to understand, as they could calm the wind, but Feng Sanding clearly did not open the Palace of Literature...

If the light does not go out, it means there is no wind in front of the light.

No wind, that is stillness.

A student was staring at the oil lamp in deep thought when he was suddenly plunged into the dead silence of the snow.

At some point, a sound of a piano rose gently from the sky and earth. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't hear it at all.

The old teachers and instructors in front of the academy were dazzled to see that Mu Yu's aura suddenly changed and he actually had a bit of the demeanor of a master.

The hand rises, the strings move, and the sound falls.

Under the slender fingertips, the lingering rhythm of the chant is subtle and long-lasting.

Suddenly, the Lingshui Bridge was filled with sound mist, like a heavy fog falling, covering Mu Yu's frail body.

The ninth level of the zither is filled with white sound mist.

"The millet is scattered, the millet seedlings are scattered. The steps are slow and the heart is swaying."

A low, soft, murmurous singing like the gurgling of flowing water slowly sounded, revealing a hint of sadness.

"Those who know me say that I am worried; those who do not know me ask what I am looking for."

Mu Yu played the piano and sang softly.

On the Lingshui Bridge, the white sound mist and the red sound mist intersect and blend.

The eighth fret of the zither is the combination of red and white sounds and mist.

"The millet is scattered, the ears of sorghum are scattered. I walk slowly, and my heart is as drunk as if I were drunk."

"Those who know me say that I am worried; those who do not know me ask what I am looking for."

The wind messed up Mu Yu's black hair, but it could not mess up her heart. Tears were faintly visible in her graceful eyes with lowered brows.

The soft singing and the gentle piano sounds blend together.

At some point, orange sound mist appeared on the Lingshui Bridge and intersected with the red and white sound mist.

The seventh fret of the zither has three-color sound mist.

"The millet is scattered, the millet is ripe. I walk slowly and my heart is choking."

"Those who know me say that I am worried; those who do not know me ask what I am looking for."

The three-color sound mist continued to blend, as if nurturing something, becoming colorful. The gentle sound of the piano floated on both sides of the Lingshui River, touching the hearts of everyone. The old teacher in front of the academy saw it and showed some surprise in his eyes.

“Sixth rank!
The young instructor was a little excited and couldn't help but whisper it.

The three colors of white, red and orange sound mist continued to blend and transform, slowly blending into a fourth color. Although the fourth color of sound mist was very faint, it eventually appeared.

"From three colors to four colors, this is the sixth level of the zither. The girl has made a breakthrough." The young instructor was extremely surprised and happy for Mu Yu.

Feng Qingyan, who had been reading quietly, seemed to hear a faint sound of a piano. After listening carefully, there was indeed a faint sound of piano and light singing, and there was a hint of sadness in both the piano and the light singing...

He stopped reading in surprise and looked at Mu Yu.

I saw tears faintly hanging on Mu Yu's fair face...

A sad woman who cannot control her own destiny, but has to fight for the sake of the piano and herself...

He sighed slightly in his heart.

But as soon as he stopped, his heart became uneasy. Those students who were trapped in the dead silence and snow seemed to come back to their senses from some state.

Then, the sounds of pianos began to play...

A young student who was originally a piano prodigy suddenly had a faint mist of sound coming from behind him.

Enter the product!

"Haha, after years of practicing the instrument, I finally got the secret." The young student was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help but shout, "I have entered the realm of the qin."

At this time, there was another young student who was playing the piano, and a faint mist of sound was emitted behind him.

"It's in the grade, it's in the grade."

The student murmured, thinking of all the hardships he had endured in order to learn the piano, and now that he had finally achieved his goal, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

The teachers in front of the academy were shocked when they saw this scene.

"One zither player breaks through to become a zither master, and two zither boys break through to become zither players..." The young instructor was shocked. This was really unbelievable. "A zither player breaking through to become a zither master is no less than ten zither boys breaking through to become zither players at the same time."

"more than."

The old teacher pondered for a moment and said, "In three days, perhaps another student will be able to break through."

"This……"

The young instructor looked at Feng Qingyan in shock.

The students watching on the south bank were stunned. Some could not believe their eyes. How could this be possible?

Just by looking at the person, you can become a quality person?
When did it become so easy to enter the realm of quality?
At first they laughed at them, saying that these students had wild ideas and their heads were stuck in the door.

but now……

They were also shocked to see Feng Qingyan, who was kneeling on the bridge and looked even more otherworldly. They only looked up to him like a mountain.

He can help people break through just by sitting in meditation.

At this time, Mu Yu quietly wiped away her tears, walked towards Feng Qingyan holding the seven-stringed zither, knelt down and bowed respectfully: "Yu, meet my master."

"Girl, why do you have to do this? Please get up quickly." Feng Qingyan said hurriedly.

"Meet my teacher."

Not only the students who had broken through the realm came forward respectfully holding their zithers, but all the students came forward holding their zithers and saluted, but none of them knelt down like Mu Yu did.

"How dare I? You are flattering me."

Feng Qingyan shook his head and said, "What has Qingyan done to deserve to be your teacher? Please don't be like this, it makes people laugh."

"Who in the world can help us break through the realm overnight? Only my master!"

Mu Yu bowed again.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan's mind suddenly moved, as if something extra happened.

The scenery before his eyes disappeared, the world became empty, and he saw wisps of mist in front of him, which sank into his mind from the sky.

Literary luck!

This mist is actually the ethereal literary fortune!

Feng Qingyan was slightly startled, and then the tripod-shaped mark in his mind seemed to become clearer. He just wanted to help Mu Yu and the students, but he didn't expect the world to give him such a gift in return...

And after tonight, he will become famous again.

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PS: Thanks to "哲梓", "this name really only has ten words", and "fireworks灭灭" for the rewards! ! ! !
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