As the students left one after another, only Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu and a dozen other piano players were left.
At this time, Feng Qingyan watched everyone think for a while and said, "To establish a piano club, you need to have a purpose to give the piano club its direction and mission. It is also the purpose and meaning of the piano club's existence, and it reflects the pursuit and spirit of the piano players."
"The Society's motto is the standard that all piano players in the Qin Society must abide by. It can be said to be the philosophy of the Qin Club, and it can also be said to be an important content of the Qin Club. It is the core of the Qin Club, and can also inspire and exhort
"Piano player"
"If you don't know, you can think of the Society's Instructions as the Academy's Monument of Your Conduct."
Feng Qingyan explained when he saw that everyone didn't understand.
All the students understood it as soon as they heard it, nodded one after another, and their eyes gradually lit up, as if they were full of expectations for the piano club.
"In addition to its purpose and social motto, a piano club also needs to have pursuits, principles, ethics, and responsibilities."
Feng Qingyan briefly talked about his philosophy of the piano club, but he couldn’t finish it in one sentence, 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 Qin Club. But now that he is the president and the first president, he must do his best.
I don’t seek to compete with the world-famous Qin Society, but I do seek to use the Qin to cultivate one’s character and enlighten the Tao.
After hearing what Feng Qingyan said, all the students were secretly glad that Feng Sanding was the president.
Feng Qingyan discussed the time with everyone and left.
Afternoon.
When all the students were preparing to practice the Four and Six Kings.
"Students, please come to the library." The old teacher's voice sounded in the academy. Although the sound was not loud, it was clearly heard by the students.
"What are you doing in the Library?" a student asked in surprise.
"I don't know."
"Maybe introduce us to the library."
"It may also be that the imperial edict asked us to visit the library to show our diligent study."
Under the speculation of all the students, they soon arrived at the library. Seeing that the old teacher was already waiting, they all saluted.
"Students, please go to the second floor in an orderly manner."
The old teacher smiled and said without explaining anything, turned around and walked into the library.
All the students looked at each other and followed behind 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 some students can only be admitted first.
Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu, Zhou Chang and other students were still outside the library.
After a while, some students who went upstairs first came downstairs, and some students hurriedly came up to ask what was going on.
"The teachings asked us to look at the painting and ask what we saw."
The student's face was full of confusion, and he still can't figure out what happened.
"Looking at paintings"
The students who had not yet gone 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 they reached the second floor, the old teacher pointed at the painting and said, "Students, what do you see?"
"painting."
"Quiet path."
All the students answered one after another, with different answers.
At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He saw that the hanging painting 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 seeing Mr. Sanding next to him, he became curious and asked.
"A real trail."
Feng Qingyan whispered.
Although it was whispered, the students nearby heard it and looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise.
"A true road"
Some students were puzzled, how could a painting become a real road?
"Qingyan, tell me, what did you see?"
The old teacher’s smile was as bright as the spring breeze.
"A truly quiet path." Feng Qingyan said, "Sir, I already entered it yesterday."
“Entered”
The old teacher was stunned for a moment and quickly asked, "Are you
How to enter"
"How to enter is not to walk in"
Feng Qingyan was startled and said.
"Ha ha"
The old teacher couldn't help but laugh, and then asked, "When I entered, I didn't feel anything."
Feng Qingyan shook his head and didn't feel anything strange.
At this time, he vaguely understood and asked in surprise, "Sir, isn't everyone allowed to enter?"
The old teacher nodded.
The other students looked at them with puzzled faces, some of them did not understand.
The old teacher suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "You are a gentleman of Sanding. What's the difficulty in entering the small library?"
"Sir, the student can't understand."
Mu Yu couldn't help but said.
"The real library is hidden in the paintings." The old teacher said with a smile, "Moreover, the rich cultural atmosphere in the paintings can be absorbed by students."
When the students heard that it was elegant, they immediately started to look forward to it.
"The teachings can really absorb the literary spirit"
Some students were surprised and seemed a little unbelievable.
"As long as the students can absorb it, the academy will not stop you." The old teacher said with a smile, "Even if you absorb all the literary atmosphere of the library in the painting, the academy will not blame you in the slightest, but will be happy for a long time."
When the students heard this, they became excited and a little impatient.
"Can I ask for advice on how to enter the library in the painting?" a student asked, and other students began to look forward to it.
"The road is in this painting. Whether you can enter the library depends on you." The old teacher said, gesturing for the students to come forward and try.
Some students came forward and tried it, but unfortunately they could still draw.
"Qingyan, please come forward and show it to the students." The old teacher called on him.
Feng Qingyan stepped forward after hearing the words, but the painting in front of him had turned into a small road. When he was about to walk onto the small road, he stopped and asked, "Excuse me, absorb all the literary spirit of the library, it's really no problem."
"no problem."
The old teaching said firmly.
Feng Qingyan smiled and walked in.
When the students saw Feng Qingyan appear directly in the painting, he became a figure on the quiet path in the painting.
The students were amazed and tried one after another, but unfortunately they all failed.
"Jiaoyu, why can Feng Sanding enter, but we can't?" Some students said reluctantly, questioning the injustice of the academy.
"Because he is a Sanding gentleman." The old teacher said.
The students had nothing to say.
Feng Qingyan walked into the library and saw many teachers who were concentrating on reading and looking at the world in the paintings for a while, and then thought about how to absorb the literary spirit.
Although he could not absorb the literary spirit before opening the Wen Palace, the Junzi Ding could.
The Junzi Cauldron is simply an artifact.
Moreover, no one will find it too polite.
After a while, he saw Yan Shan also walking in, but Yan Shan was the only one who came in, which still surprised him.
Of the more than three hundred students, only two Ding Junzi entered
After Feng Qingyan nodded to Yan Shan, he sat cross-legged on the grass and looked around with squinted eyes. Then, he was stunned for a moment, as if the three Junzi Tripods in his mind were all full of literary spirit and could no longer pretend.
Ten thousand threads form one line, and ten thousand ways form one cauldron.
Please ask Shengze and get a tripod of literary energy, and the three moral gates are also filled with three tripods of literary energy, but part of it overflows
Therefore, the three gentleman's cauldrons are now full of literary spirit.
Greedy
Feng Qingyan laughed at himself.
I wonder if there is a way to turn the Wen Qi into a liquid state? If so, I'm afraid it would be able to hold hundreds of times more.