Under the turbid yellow light, Feng Qingyan read quietly, his skills quiet.
At this time, he had no idea what was happening outside Junzi Bridge, and the "quiet and ordinary" atmosphere that filled his body became even stronger.
Besides Feng Qingyan, two other people did the same.
The two of them did not hear Mu Yu on the Junzi Bridge or the mountains and rivers on one side of the Lingshui River. They were all watching Feng Qingyan.
In the eyes of the two of them, there is no sound of autumn wind in the world, and there are no other students or players. Naturally, the voices of students or players cannot be heard.
Who knows what happened?
In the eyes of both of them, there was only a dead darkness.
In the middle of the darkness, there were two oil lamps floating in the air, and Feng Qingyan was reading by the light.
Although Feng Sheng opened the pages of the book from time to time, it was eerily quiet.
The world was eerily quiet.
At this time, Mu Yu felt that he seemed to have glimpsed something, but something was always missing. Jiang Shan, on the other hand, had no thoughts. There was a terrifyingly quiet figure in his eyes and heart.
Why would a stranger be so eerily silent?
Jiang Shan's thoughts gradually became quiet.
…
Both sides of Junzi Bridge were filled with people.
Countless students and harp players could not believe the canonization, which was a huge disappointment to them.
"No wonder the saint made the girl sit on the bridge. That's it. That's it." The player said with great disappointment.
"Why is it necessary to make a saint?"
There are also scholars who expressed sadness.
As for the instructions from the Thirteenth Academy, everyone was horrified in their hearts.
Zhong Ling made the injustice of canonization known to the public, how will it end? No matter how it ends, the reputation of canonization will be damaged, and Zhong Ling's future will be ruined...
Of course, it is also possible to be canonized and not recognize him.
As long as the saint is not recognized and Confucianism remedies, it is still possible to save it.
However, Zhong Ling must be sacrificed.
"Can you dare to confront me?"
Zhong Ling ignored the old teaching and looked at the figure on the bridge with a proud face. At this time, for some reason, he felt a little excited in his heart...
At this time, more and more students and players have vaguely admitted that the canonization is unfair.
“The canonization is unfair!”
“The canonization is unfair!”
On both sides of the Lingshui River, many piano players shouted.
At this time, students from Burial Mountain Academy arrived and heard many people shouting "the canonization is unfair", and their faces changed greatly.
"What, what's going on?"
"Brother Feng, why..."
"We are very clear about who I am to be named my brother, so how can it be unfair?"
Helianshan frowned and said, looking at the figure on the Junzi Bridge, he was also worried in his heart, "There must be a misunderstanding, and there are even people secretly adding fuel to the fire, trying to destroy Brother Feng's reputation."
"good."
Zhou Chang nodded.
They are Brother Feng's best friends, how could they not know who Feng Qingyan is?
"But what to do now?"
Some students asked anxiously.
"Now we can only wait for Brother Feng to wake up from his silence."
Zhou Chang pondered for a while and said.
At this time, even the academy's teachings were unable to do anything, so what could they, the students, do? Moreover, the academy master did not appear, so what did it mean?
At this time, a real edict ran to the back hall of the academy and asked the master of the academy to take action.
"Why is it unfair?"
In the back hall, only An Xiu's faint voice came out.
Dong Louhui looked in the direction of Junzi Bridge and shook his head: "There are so many people, but no one can see it."
"Teacher, this is making things difficult for them."
An Xiu smiled and said.
Under the tree of enlightenment, a middle-aged figure appeared at some point.
The middle-aged man, probably in his early forties, was carrying a lyre behind his back and was quietly staring at the Tree of Enlightenment.
"It's not that the canonization is unfair, but that you are ignorant."
A voice appeared on both sides of the Lingshui River. Although the voice was not loud, just like normal speech, it suppressed everyone's voices.
Even the voice of the Thirteen Academy's teachings was suppressed.
At this time, people on both sides of the Lingshui River were a little surprised. Could it be a great Confucian?
"who?"
Zhong Ling asked with a frown.
"Zhong Ling, an outstanding student of Shangli Academy, surpassed all other piano players in the Spring Examination and was ranked on the Young Piano Ranking List in the world. Unfortunately, he is still too young, too young and ignorant."
The voice continued, seeming a little disappointed.
"Originally, the Holy City was very optimistic about you, but now, you are disappointed."
Under the tree of enlightenment.
The middle-aged figure said calmly and walked towards Junzi Bridge.
In the blink of an eye, a middle-aged man appeared on the side of Junzi Bridge, and his appearance instantly attracted countless eyes.
"Dayame-kun!"
At this time, someone seemed to recognize the middle-aged man and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Da Yuqin-kun?"
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked. Is this really Mr. Dayu Qin?
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Both sides of Junzi Bridge were filled with people.
Countless students and harp players could not believe the canonization, which was a huge disappointment to them.
"No wonder the saint made the girl sit on the bridge. That's it. That's it." The player said with great disappointment.
"Why is it necessary to make a saint?"
There are also scholars who expressed sadness.
As for the instructions from the Thirteenth Academy, everyone was horrified in their hearts.
Zhong Ling made the injustice of canonization known to the public, how will it end? No matter how it ends, the reputation of canonization will be damaged, and Zhong Ling's future will be ruined...
Of course, it is also possible to be canonized and not recognize him.
As long as the saint is not recognized and Confucianism remedies, it is still possible to save it.
However, Zhong Ling must be sacrificed.
"Can you dare to confront me?"
Zhong Ling ignored the old teaching and looked at the figure on the bridge with a proud face. At this time, for some reason, he felt a little excited in his heart...
At this time, more and more students and players have vaguely admitted that the canonization is unfair.
“The canonization is unfair!”
“The canonization is unfair!”
On both sides of the Lingshui River, many piano players shouted.
At this time, students from Burial Mountain Academy arrived and heard many people shouting "the canonization is unfair", and their faces changed greatly.
"What, what's going on?"
"Brother Feng, why..."
"We are very clear about who I am to be named my brother, so how can it be unfair?"
Helianshan frowned and said, looking at the figure on the Junzi Bridge, he was also worried in his heart, "There must be a misunderstanding, and there are even people secretly adding fuel to the fire, trying to destroy Brother Feng's reputation."
"good."
Zhou Chang nodded.
They are Brother Feng's best friends, how could they not know who Feng Qingyan is?
"But what to do now?"
Some students asked anxiously.
"Now we can only wait for Brother Feng to wake up from his silence."
Zhou Chang pondered for a while and said.
At this time, even the academy's teachings were unable to do anything, so what could they, the students, do? Moreover, the academy master did not appear, so what did it mean?
At this time, a real edict ran to the back hall of the academy and asked the master of the academy to take action.
"Why is it unfair?"
In the back hall, only An Xiu's faint voice came out.
Dong Louhui looked in the direction of Junzi Bridge and shook his head: "There are so many people, but no one can see it."
"Teacher, this is making things difficult for them."
An Xiu smiled and said.
Under the tree of enlightenment, a middle-aged figure appeared at some point.
The middle-aged man, probably in his early forties, was carrying a lyre behind his back and was quietly staring at the Tree of Enlightenment.