... When Nansui rushed out with the food, he always felt that everyone was weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird.

She walked to Xiaobai and sat down in a daze, her eyes were still wandering around, and she asked suspiciously, "Just now... Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, it's just a gamble. Feng Ji smiled.

Nansui heard this voice, her face was stunned for a while, and then she turned her head to look at it mechanically.

Fengji was sitting across from Xiaobai and was smiling at her to show kindness.

"Wind and wind... Senior Brother Fengji?!" Nan Sui blinked vigorously, stared at him in disbelief for a while, and couldn't help but bump his elbow into Xiaobai.

"Eat. Tang Xiaobai thought it was troublesome to explain, so he simply diverted the topic.

Seeing this, Feng Ji took the initiative to explain the ins and outs to her. After hearing this, Nan Sui sighed at Xiao Bai, "I said, why do you dare to take any competition? Do you know who Tian Qian is? He is the eldest disciple of the second elder, and his skill can rank among the top five disciples in the sect, and he is not at the same level as Xu Zhuogong..."

"No problem. Tang Xiaobai picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth, took a bite, found that it was ginger, frowned and spit it out.

Feng Ji couldn't help laughing, and said to Nansui, "Senior sister, don't worry too much, I believe Xiaobai can win." ”

Xiaobai can ...... Xiaobai??Nansui's surprised eyes slipped back and forth between the two of him a few times, I don't know when they became so close, she was not around for a while, and even changed her name.

Nansui couldn't figure out a clue after thinking about it, but it was always good to have one more friend anyway, so he hurriedly picked up a bowl of rice and handed it to Feng Ji, and said courteously, "Senior brother hasn't eaten yet, right? ”

The wind season is not polite, said thank you, picked up the chopsticks, first sandwiched a piece of real potatoes and sent it to the soup small white bowl.

Nansui bit his chopsticks to watch the interaction between the two of them, with a smirk on his face, secretly glad that he had taken an extra bowl of rice because he didn't eat breakfast, which was really an unpredictable prophet.

... After lunch, the three of them went back to the school together, and when they heard Nan Sui say that it was Han Xiangke's music and rhythm class in the afternoon, Tang Xiaobai's face immediately darkened.

"Apprentice is back?" a lazy voice came from the school. Han Xiangke leaned lazily against the door, with a hint of cunning in his purple eyes.

He was dressed very neatly today, wearing a white robe, only a green jade crown and a white hosta on his head, a pair of deerskin boots, and no swords or others.

Feng Ji stepped forward to give a salute, "Disciple to meet the five elders. ”

Nansui was also busy pulling Xiaobai to salute and say goodbye to the master.

Han Xiangke smiled and nodded, "Let's go in." With a smile on his lips, he watched the three of them walk into the classroom, but when he passed through the wind season, he suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, "Young people, don't be too curious. ”

With a smile still on his face, he spoke softly, as if to say that the weather was fine today.

......

The cicadas chirp like weaving, staggering between the trees. The students who had just had lunch also became more and more groggy in this summer season.

Han Xiangke sat on the ground in front of him, completely unconcerned about the students' lethargy, only staring intently at the guqin in front of him, his slender and white fingers slowly caressing the strings.

The sound of the piano rang and suddenly poured into the ears of every student in the classroom like flowing water.

Han Xiangke said slowly, "The palace belongs to the earth, and the image of the king." ”

... The sound of the piano is quiet and peaceful, with the meaning of the vastness that gives birth to all things.

"Merchants belong to gold, and ministers are elephants. ”

... The sound of the piano suddenly changed from static to dynamic, showing the prosperity of the bell ringing and the food.

"The horn is wood, the elephant of the people. ”

... The sound of the piano becomes cheerful and crisp, like a bright spring light, which makes people feel comfortable and refreshing.

"The sign is fire, the image of things. ”

... The sound of the piano suddenly rises, becoming warm and high-pitched, passionate and sincere.

"Feathers belong to water, the image of things. ”

... The sound of the piano once again returned from movement to stillness, becoming cold and ethereal, like a cold winter, but at the same time it contained the vitality of the undercurrent surging under the snow.

"Every sound arises from the heart of man. The heart of the human heart moves, and the thing makes it so. Feeling and moving in things, so the form is in sound. sound correspondingly. Therefore, it has changed, and it has become a square, which is called the sound. ”

At the end of the song, Han Xiangke left the piano with his hand, and only then did he raise his eyes and look at the students.

The cicadas outside the window were still loud and cheerful, and although the room was still silent, the students' faces were completely sleepy, which was very different from the scene of the previous sleepiness.

Han Xiangke seemed to be quite satisfied with this, his purple eyes were beating with joy and brightness, and his expression was like that of a teenager.

There were female disciples in the classroom who asked him to play another song, Han Xiangke glanced at everyone, and finally fell on Tang Xiaobai, the corners of his lips hooked, and said happily, "Okay." ”

The sound of the piano sounded again, but this time the style of the music has changed drastically from the right time. With just one note, the tone of solemnity was set, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Han Xiangke's slender and mellow fingertips flew quickly on the piano, and the flowing notes seemed to bring the students back to the battlefield where all gods had fallen.

As soon as the sound of the piano turned, it rose sharply, for the sound of change, with determination and pathos, so that the sky changed color, the earth was cracked, the world was full of holes, and everything as far as the eye could see had been reduced to a wasteland, leaving only a field of mourning.

The sound of the piano turned again, and a beam of golden light suddenly burst out from the surging thick black clouds, shining on the land of China again.

The sound of the piano turned three times, and the light finally forged the beauty and hope of death, and the light finally came to the world again.

... At the end of the song, many of the people present were already in tears. Nan Sui was crying, and he didn't notice that Tang Xiaobai's forehead beside him was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was full of pain.

Her head felt like it was going to explode, and countless scattered and shattered images were constantly emerging at the moment.

An old man stood with his hands in his hands, his voice blank and distant.

"For the teacher... It's time to be calamitized, and I can't protect you anymore. ”

...

In the white mist, the man sat across from the stone table, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

There was the sound of falling children.

"I won. ”

There was a hint of pride in his words.

...

There is a white tiger in the garden, with wings behind him, circling in the sky, landing and singing, "At the beginning of ancient times, who preached?......?

The song is clear and resounding in the sky.

...

In the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse, this time, she seemed to finally hear who the heart-rending cry came from before she lost consciousness.

The voice is......

The voice is......

......

"The song is called, God of War Trip. Han Xiangke glanced at the people under the seat and said softly.

A hint of clarity suddenly flashed in Tang Xiaobai's eyes, and she stared at Han Xiangke with a burning gaze.