A north wind blew past with snowflakes, beating on the students with different expressions on the Lingshui Bridge.
However, the flame of the oil lamp beside Feng Qingyan did not even flicker, and the surrounding area was as quiet as if there was no wind.
Mu Yu stared at the oil lamp quietly.
Gradually, there was no sound of wind and no students sitting on their knees. Only an oil lamp was burning quietly in the deathly silence of the ice and snow.
The world was eerily quiet.
"Huh?"
At this time, the old teacher in front of the academy looked at Mu Yu and was slightly surprised and said, "You really have to get a glimpse of the secret?"
"Can this... shepherd girl enter the sixth grade?"
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 from Sanshang Academy and Ten Great Academy for the top spot in the world's young piano rankings.
"Is it that easy?"
The old teacher shook his head and looked at the other students who had the "Dharma" right in front of them but could not find the "Dharma". He couldn't help but feel anxious secretly and wished he could step forward to remind him.
If you miss the opportunity now, you may not have such a good opportunity in the future.
But how can the "Dharma" be obtained just by being reminded?
If this is the case, everyone in the world will be a great Confucian.
Feng Qingyan studied quietly, and the "Dharma" revealed unconsciously shocked the old teacher. After all, Feng Qingyan had not comprehended the state of "quietness", but had a certain aura of "quietness and tranquility".
It is also uncontrollable.
If it is deliberate, it will not show up.
Gradually, some students discovered that there was something wrong with the oil lamp. Although there was a north wind blowing from time to time on Lingshui Bridge, the oil lamp never went out.
This makes them feel confused.
It would be easier to understand if it were a great Confucian or a Minister of Literature. Their calm mind would allow the wind to stop, 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.
There is no wind, it is quiet.
A student was staring at the oil lamp and thinking, and suddenly fell into the deathly silence of the ice and snow.
I don't know when, a piano sound gently rose from the sky and the earth. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't hear it at all.
The old teachers and students in front of the academy saw that Mu Yu's aura had changed in vain, and he actually had a bit of a master's demeanor, which made people's eyes brighten.
The hand rises, the string moves, and the sound falls.
Under the slender fingertips, the lingering rhyme of the chant is subtle and long.
Suddenly, I saw the sound mist filling the Lingshui Bridge, like a heavy fog coming down, covering Mu Yu's body as if it was as weak as the wind.
On the ninth fret of the piano, white sound mist fills the air.
"The millet is separated, the seedlings of the rice are moving forward and backward, and the center is shaking."
A low, gentle chant sounded slowly, like gurgling water, with a hint of sadness.
"Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don't know me tell me what I want."
Mu Yu sang softly while playing the piano.
On the Lingshui Bridge, white sound mist and red sound mist blend together.
On the eighth fret of the zither, the red and white sound and mist complement each other.
"The millet is separated, the ears of the grain are moving forward, and the center is like drunkenness."
"Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don't know me tell me what I want."
The wind messed up Mu Yu's hair, but it couldn't mess up her heart. Tears could be seen faintly in her low-brow, graceful eyes.
The gentle singing blends with the gentle music of the piano.
At some point, an orange sound mist appeared on the Lingshui Bridge, intersecting with the red and white sound mist.
On the seventh fret of the piano, the three-color sound mist is colorful.
"The millet is separated from the ground, and the grain is real. The walking is so slow and slow, and the center is like a choke."
"Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don't know me tell me what I want."
The three-color mist of sound blends continuously, seeming to be pregnant with something, and becomes colorful. And the gentle sound of the piano falls on both sides of the Lingshui River, touching an individual's soul.
When the old teacher in front of the academy saw it, his eyes showed some surprise.
"Sixth grade!
The young teacher was a little excited and couldn't help but whisper it.
The three-color sound mist of white, red, and orange continued to blend and transform, and slowly blended into the fourth color. Although the fourth color sound mist was very light and very weak, it finally appeared.
"From three colors to four colors, this is the sixth level of the piano, and the girl has made a breakthrough." The young teacher was extremely surprised, and he was happy for Mu Yu in his heart.
Feng Qingyan, who had been studying quietly, seemed to hear a gentle piano sound. After listening carefully, there was indeed a faint piano sound and a shallow singing, and there was a touch of sadness in the piano music and the shallow singing...
Surprised, he stopped reading and looked at Mu Yu.
Mu Yu's fair face was covered with tears...
A miserable woman who cannot control her own destiny, but for Qin and herself, she has to fight...
He sighed slightly in his heart.
But as soon as he stopped, his heart became restless. Those students who were trapped in the dead silence of ice and snow seemed to come back to their senses from some kind of state.
Then, the sound of the piano sounded one by one...
A young student who was originally a piano boy suddenly had a faint mist of sound behind him.
Good product!
"Haha, I have been practicing piano for many years, and now I finally have the secret." The young student was so excited that tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't help shouting: "I have passed the piano."
At this time, there was another piano student, and a faint mist of sound came from behind him.
"It's a good product, it's a good product."
The student murmured that he couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought that he had endured all the hardships in order to learn the piano, and at this moment he finally came to the end of the pain and was able to play the piano.
When the teachers in front of the academy saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
"One qin player breaks through to become a luthier, and two qin boys break through to become a luthier..." The young teacher was surprised, this is really unbelievable, "A qin player breaks through to become a luthier, it is no less than ten qin boys breaking through at the same time."
For the piano player."
"more than."
The old teacher pondered for a moment and said: "In three days, maybe there will be students who will break through."
"this……"
The young teacher looked at Feng Qingyan in shock.
The students watching on Nan'an were dumbfounded. Some couldn't believe their eyes. How could this be possible?
Just by looking at the person, does it make you a good person?
When will it be easier to purchase products?
At first they were still laughing at them, saying that these students were so imaginative that their heads were caught in the door.
but now……
They were also shocked to see Feng Qingyan, who was sitting on his knees on the bridge, looking even more refined and refined. In their hearts, they could only look up at the mountains.
He can make people break through just sitting quietly.
At this time, Mu Yu quietly wiped away his tears, walked towards Feng Qingyan with his lyre in his arms, knelt down and worshiped respectfully: "Yu, pay homage to my master."
"Girl, why is this necessary? Please get up quickly." Feng Qingyan said quickly.
"Meet my master."
It was not just the students who broke the realm who held the qin and came forward respectfully, but all the students held the qin and came forward to salute, but they did not kneel down like Mu Yu.
"How dare you? You guys are exaggerating."
Feng Qingyan shook his head and said: "What has Qingyan done that makes him worthy of being your teacher? Please don't do this, it will make people laugh."
"Who in the world can let us break through this situation overnight? Only my master!"
Mu Yu bowed again.
At this time, Feng Qingyan's mind suddenly moved, and there seemed to be something more.
The scenery in front of him disappeared, the world became void, and there were wisps of mist in front of him, disappearing from the world into his mind.
Literary luck!
This mist turned out to be misty literary luck!
Feng Qingyan was slightly startled, and then the tripod-shaped imprint in his mind seemed to become clearer. He just really wanted to help Mu Yu and the students, but he never expected that heaven and earth would give him such a gift...
And after tonight, he will definitely become famous all over the world again.