Chapter 065 The mourning comes from the wind and snow
Outside the pavilion.
Feng Qingyan stood quietly, looking into the distance.
The constitution of the piano society he formulated not only pointed out the direction for the students, but also allowed him to clear up the clouds and see the sun, and his heart suddenly became enlightened.
If you go to learn the piano, you will definitely be like a fish in water.
"Senior brother, now you have enlightened yourself." Some students asked in surprise when they saw Feng Qingyan motionless like a wood carving and clay sculpture, seeming to be deep in thought.
"Shhh"
At this time, Mu Yu's beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, and she motioned to everyone not to disturb her.
Everyone was a little surprised, and then they understood the truth
They also gained something today. At least Yu Qindao will no longer be confused in the future. They sincerely thank Feng Qingyan and feel honored.
In a moment, Feng Qingyan came out of his deep thoughts and couldn't help but smile.
There is hope for Kaiwen Palace.
The charm he had been looking forward to for the past few days finally appeared.
"Senior brother, I have realized the truth."
Mu Yu smiled beautifully, and her eyebrows moved in a way that made people ecstatic.
Other students also looked at it curiously.
"Occasional gains are not enlightenment." Feng Qingyan said with a smile, feeling happy in his heart.
When the students heard this, they couldn't help but marvel.
"Everyone, I have a few more things to say about the Qin Society." Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said, "I'll just add some more."
"Senior brother, please tell me."
Mu Yu looked at Feng Qingyan and said.
"The harp is sacred music."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and then said gently, "In order to cultivate one's moral character and cultivate one's temperament, one should speak in terms of Tao, not art."
"That's right." Mu Yu nodded.
The other students nodded.
Qin is the Tao, not just an art
"First, my Qin Society must have knowledgeable and upright people before it can be passed on; how can anyone who is frivolous and arrogant say this." Although Feng Qingyan's voice was gentle, it revealed a bit of majesty, "Second, there are many kinds of Qin.
Factions and sects are different, and their transmissions are also different. We, qin players, must have listened to each school, and we must be sincerely convinced, and have a clear understanding of teaching and receiving, so that we can be harmonious but different."
"We understand." All the students nodded.
"Third, for those who have a clear mind and a clear mind, why not just teach them if they are young and have a clear mind?"
"They may come here in a fit of excitement and give up halfway, which is not enough."
"Yu understands." Mu Yu nodded.
Feng Qingyan nodded to Mu Yu, looked at the other students and said, "You guys understand."
"Understood." The students said.
"In addition to the chief, deputy president, and the chief of the piano, the Qin Society has three more chiefs." Feng Qingyan said again, "Those with higher moral standards will be promoted. You may have any objections."
"We don't have that."
Everyone looked at each other and had no objections.
Several piano players were even a little happy. After all, it was an honor and they planned to fight for it.
Currently, in the Qin Club, in addition to the sixth-grade qin master Mu Yu and the seventh-grade qin master Fang Wang, there are nine ninth-grade qin masters.
Among them, four ninth-grade qin players broke through due to Feng Qingyan.
There are also five qin boys who have passed the college entrance examination with their qin skills, and there are also several qin boys who are likely to fail at any time.
And Feng Qingyan, a young and ambitious "player".
These people can join the piano club without taking the exam.
After all, the Qin Club has just been established, so it can only be a little more lenient towards those with advanced piano skills. As for other piano boys, they need to pass the strict assessment of the Qin Club, and Feng Qingyan would rather be short-term than excessive.
The Qin Club does not need people who are just trying to make up for their mistakes.
If this is the case, the Qin Society will be destroyed.
Feng Qingyan naturally didn't want to see the piano club he "single-handedly" founded be destroyed like this.
As for the residence of the Qin Society, in addition to the academy, everyone also plans to build another one on the south bank.
Next, we discuss the regular meetings of the piano club, the responsibilities and powers of the piano players, and other matters.
In addition to formulating the Qin Club's articles of association, Feng Qingyan mainly grasps the general direction of the Qin Club, leaving the remaining trivial matters to Mu Yu and Fang Wang to manage.
Before all the matters in the Qin Club were discussed, it became dark.
Everyone had to disperse.
On the way back to the wooden house, Feng Qingyan kept looking at his fair and slender hands. Could it be that in his previous life, he was really the master of the piano?
Why do I feel that I know the piano very well even though I have never read anything about it?
Feng Qingyan wanted to try the piano to see if he could play it.
But he still endured it.
He had said before that he would open a literary palace first and then learn the piano.
In other words, if you don't open a literary palace, you won't learn the piano.
Although it is what you say to yourself, how can you not keep your word?
When he was studying at night, he did not read books on music and music, but continued to study Confucian classics in the hope that one day he would be able to understand them all.
The next day, it was just getting dark.
"Jiu Ge, take me to the top of the mountain."
After Feng Qingyan washed up, he was in a good mood and said to the door.
The academy did not investigate Jiuge's case of beating the students, which made Feng Qingyan relieved.
For the past few days, he had been standing silently on the top of the mountain without speaking, and today he was finally able to speak. Sure enough, after he meditated, the loud voice sounded again.
"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."
"Scattered water plants are flowing from left to right. Fair ladies are longing for them."
He read very fluently, even with a bit of charm.
In this way, keep reciting until the sun rises.
"In less than a month, the Wen Palace will be opened."
When Feng Qingyan stopped reading, he spoke with confidence.
When word of the regulations of the Qin Society he formulated spread, even the academy's teachings and teachers couldn't help but marvel.
"Sanding gentleman is indeed a great talent."
There is an edict that says, "If the Qin Society of my Burial Mountain Academy has this charter, it will surely soar, become a blockbuster, and become famous all over the world."
"That's wrong."
Some teachers shook their heads and said, "Although the regulations drawn up by Feng Qingyan are indeed good, grand and ambitious, the piano club relies on talented piano players."
"If it were someone else, it would indeed be impossible to rely on this charter alone." The teachings pondered for a moment and said, "But if you add the sealing of Sanding, it will be different."
The oracle fell silent after hearing this.
There are indeed some people in the world who can not only change everything, but also turn the tide.
Many students were amazed by the constitution of the piano club, and even used it directly. For example, the chess club, painting club, etc., with a few modifications, they became their own.
This made the students of the piano club indignant and thought they were too shameful.
Feng Qingyan didn't care.
Under night.
Feng Qingyan held a lantern in the wooden house at night.
Unconsciously, the night was already deep, and he was feeling sleepy, and when he was about to lie down on the table, the sudden sound of violent wind woke him up.
Huhu
The north wind howls furiously and rolls in from the sky again.
Feng Qingyan was puzzled. It was almost mid-spring. Why was the north wind so cold that he shivered from the cold? He quickly put on some clothes and walked out with a surprised look on his face.
He opened the door and whirred
The wind and snow were raging outside, and snowflakes fell on the loess.
"Snowing"
Feng Qingyan looked up and felt that the snowstorm was too sudden and strange. It made him feel very abnormal.
Woo woo
When he was doubtful.
A low cry of mourning came from the wind and snow under the night.