Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 60 The Three Tripods are Full (Please Recommend)
Lecture hall.

As the students left one after another, only Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu and a dozen other musicians were left.

At this time, Feng Qingyan looked at everyone and thought for a while, then said: "To establish a zither club, we need to have a purpose to point out the direction and mission of the zither club. It is also the purpose and meaning of the zither club's existence, and it also reflects the pursuit and spirit of the zither players."

"As for the club motto, it is the principle that all players of the zither club must abide by. It can be said to be the philosophy of the zither club, or it can be said to be an important part of the zither club. It is the core of the zither club, and it can also inspire and encourage players..."

"If you don't understand, you can think of the school motto as the academy's monument to the emperor."

Seeing that everyone didn’t quite understand, Feng Qingyan explained.

The students understood as soon as they heard it, and nodded one after another. Their eyes gradually brightened, and they seemed to be full of expectations for the piano club.

"In addition to the purpose and the training, the piano club also needs to have pursuits, principles, ethics, and responsibilities..."

Feng Qingyan briefly talked about the philosophy of his music club, but it would take more than a few words to finish it, and not everyone would agree with it.

Therefore, we need to discuss together and formulate the rules and regulations of the piano club step by step.

If he were not the president of the Qin Club, it would not matter what happened to the Club, but he is the president now, and the first president, so he must do the best he can.

We do not seek to compete with the world-famous zither clubs, but we hope that zither players can cultivate themselves through the instrument and clarify the truth through the instrument.

After hearing what Feng Qingyan said, the students secretly rejoiced that Feng Sanding was the president.

Feng Qingyan discussed the time with everyone and then left.

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afternoon.

When the students were preparing to learn the Siliu Jun art.

"Students, please go to the library." The old teacher's voice was heard in the academy. Although the voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by the students.

"What are we going to do in Zangshuyuan?" a student asked in surprise.

"I don't know."

"Perhaps to introduce the library to us."

"It may be that the teacher asked us to visit the library to show our diligence in study..."

Amid the students' speculation, they soon arrived at the library. Seeing the old instructor already waiting there, they all bowed to him.

"Students, please go up to the second floor in an orderly manner."

The old teacher smiled and said without explaining anything, then turned and walked into the library.

The students looked at each other and followed the old teacher.

However, there are more than 300 students in the academy, and the second floor of the library may not be able to accommodate them, so only some students can go up first.

Students including Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu, Zhou Chang, etc. were still outside the library.

After a while, some students who went upstairs first came down, and some students hurried forward to ask what was going on.

"The teacher asked us to look at the painting and asked us what we saw."

The student's face was full of confusion and he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Look at the paintings?"

The students who did not go upstairs were a little surprised.

Some students went upstairs, some went downstairs, and soon it was the turn of Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu and other students.

When we got to the second floor, the old teacher pointed at the painting and asked, "Students, what do you see?"

"painting."

"A quiet path."

The students responded one after another, with different answers.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He saw that the hanging painting had turned into a real quiet path...

It seems that was not the case yesterday.

"Brother, what did you see?"

Mu Yu only saw an ordinary painting, and when he saw Sanding Gentleman next to him, he asked curiously.

“A real little trail.”

Feng Qingyan said in a low voice.

Although he spoke in a low voice, the students nearby heard it and looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise.

"A real road?"

Some students were confused and wondered how a painting could become a real road?

"Qingyan, tell me, what did you see?"

The old teacher's smile was as gentle as spring breeze.

"A truly quiet and secluded path." Feng Qingyan said, "Sir, I entered it yesterday."

"Have you been in?" The old teacher was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly: "How did you get in?"

"How do you get in? Isn't it just walking in?"

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment and said.

"Ha ha……"

The old teacher couldn't help laughing, and then asked: "Did you feel anything when you entered?"

Feng Qingyan shook his head and didn't feel anything unusual.

At this moment, he vaguely understood something and asked in surprise, "Sir, isn't it possible for everyone to enter?"

The old teacher nodded.

The other students looked at them in confusion, some of them not understanding.

The old teacher suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "You are a gentleman of the third rank, so how difficult is it for you to enter a small library?"

"Sir, I don't understand."

Mu Yu couldn't help but say.

"The real library is hidden in the paintings." The old teacher smiled and said, "Moreover, the paintings are full of literary flavor, which can allow students to absorb..."

When the students heard that it had a literary flavor, they immediately became excited.

"Teacher, can you really absorb literary energy?"

A student was surprised and seemed a little unbelieving.

"As long as the students can absorb it, the academy will not stop it." The old teacher smiled and said, "Even if you absorb all the literary energy of the library in the painting, the academy will not blame you at all. Instead, it will be happy for a long time."

The students became excited upon hearing this and some couldn't wait.

"Excuse me, teacher, how can we enter the library in the painting?" a student asked, and the other students became excited.

"The way is in this painting. Whether you can enter the library depends on you." said the old teacher, motioning the students to go forward and try.

Some students stepped forward to try, but unfortunately the painting was still a painting.

"Qingyan, go forward and show it to the students." The old teacher called out his name.

Feng Qingyan stepped forward upon hearing this, and the painting in front of him had already turned into a path. When he was about to walk onto the path, he stopped and asked, "Teacher, is it really okay to absorb all the literary energy in the library?"

"no problem."

The old teacher said firmly.

Feng Qingyan smiled and walked in.

The students saw Feng Qingyan appear directly in the painting, turning into a figure on the quiet path in the painting...

The students were amazed and then went forward to try, but unfortunately they all failed.

"Teacher, why can Feng Sanding enter but we can't?" A student said unwillingly, somewhat questioning the injustice of the academy.

"Because he is a gentleman of the Three Dings." said the old instructor.

The students were speechless.

Feng Qingyan walked into the library and saw many teachers concentrating on reading... After looking at the world in the painting for a while, he thought about how to absorb the literary spirit.

Although he has not opened the Wen Palace and cannot absorb literary energy, the Junzi Ding can.

The Gentleman Tripod is simply a divine artifact.

Besides, who would complain about too much literary style?

After a while, he saw Yan Shan also came in, but he was still a little surprised that only Yan Shan came in.

There are more than 300 students, but only two top gentlemen entered?

After Feng Qingyan nodded to Yan Shan, he sat cross-legged on the grass, squinting his eyes and looking around. Then, he was stunned for a moment, as if the three gentleman tripods in his mind were all filled with literary energy and could no longer be filled.

Ten thousand threads become one path, and ten thousand paths become one cauldron.

Asking for the Holy Grace, I received a tripod of cultural energy, and the three gates of virtue were also infused with three tripods of cultural energy, but some of it overflowed...

Therefore, the three Gentleman Cauldrons are now all filled with literary energy.

Greedy

Feng Qingyan laughed at himself.

Is there a way to turn the spirit into liquid? If so, I'm afraid it can hold a thousand times more...

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