Everything in heaven and earth can be divided.

This is true of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as poetry and articles.

Jiannan Xuehua is famous all over the world, not because it is as white as snow, the fire does not burn, the water does not soak, it does not rot for thousands of years, and it is immortal for ten thousand years.

Rather, it can bear the weight of literary energy, can make literary thinking surge, and can increase the quality of calligraphy and painting.

Feng Qingyan in the study looked at Xue Huaxuan on the table and was amazed, and he was really shocked by Xue Huaxuan. He stared at Xuehua Xuan, as if in an instant, he was in a holy and flawless ice and snow land, feeling the slightest wisp of cool breath, which made people feel refreshed, and his heart was clear and ethereal.

But in an instant, Wen Si came like a spring.

The pen is like a god.

He thought about it, and finally suppressed the idea of writing, because what came came was the literary thoughts that belonged to the previous life. It seems that in his previous life, in addition to building a difu, he also read a lot of poems and articles, and read a lot of subsets of scriptures and histories, but unfortunately he can't recall them one by one.

He shook his head and put Xue Huaxuan away and continued reading.

Early the next morning.

Feng Qingyan sent a snowflake to Mr. An, thanking him for his careful teaching over the past few days, saying that it was a bundle sent by the student to Mr.

Mr. An groaned and accepted it with a smile.

Although snowflake xuan is expensive and a page is hard to find, for Mr. An, it is not much different from ordinary rice paper.

When he went back to the cabin for breakfast and came back to the morning room.

A dignified-looking old man in Tsing Yi, standing in front of the gate of the academy with a ring ruler, had already stopped several students who wanted to enter the academy and said: "The academy is a quiet place, not that the students of the academy are not allowed to trespass on the gate, and those who violate it will be responsible." ”

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he heard this, the academy was not allowed to enter?

However, the thatched hall has not been moved, and it is still in the academy, so I have to enter. Then, he suddenly remembered that the teacher who scolded the students yesterday afternoon was this person......

"You don't know how to study hard, but you know how to travel in the mountains and rivers, drink and have fun. What if you don't get in, what if you don't see it? If you don't get in, what if you don't see it?"

The majestic old man scolded.

Several students had no choice but to return with a salute.

"You must know that ascending the holy path is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat! The majestic old man's voice came again, falling on the ears of many students on the south bank of the Lingshui River.

On the south bank, many houses have already been built, ranging from simple bamboo and thatched huts to luxurious courtyards and pavilions.

Although the College will provide housing for the students, the students' servants are not allowed to enter the College. Therefore, the servants of the students can only live outside the academy and take care of the students' daily life and food.

But most of the students live in luxurious residences outside for the sake of comfort.

"The students meet with the teacher. ”

Feng Qingyan walked up and saluted and said, "The student is a student of the morning hall, and I also ask the teacher to allow me to enter." ”

The majestic old man looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise, such a dusty person reading the morning hall, it was really surprising, nodded and said: "Although it is now the morning hall, it is not too late, if you study hard, you can't catch up, go in." ”

"Master Xie. ”

Feng Qingyan said respectfully and walked in.

"Hey, how can Brother Feng go in?" said a student in the distance.

"Brother Feng learned Yayan from the master of the Ann Academy in the morning hall, and he is a student in the morning hall, so it is not surprising that he can go in. One student explained, and then his eyes lit up, "Hey, if we also say that we are students from the morning hall, wouldn't we be able to go in?"

"You are fooling the division commander, be careful that the division commander finds out. One student shook his head.

"We have been to the academy several times, and now, as the teacher said, we need to study diligently. If you don't get in......"

The student said no more, and fell silent.

The students gradually fell silent, and not everyone could enter the college.

......

Afternoon.

A clear and cold piano sound, with elegance came from the sea of clouds.

Like the cold current in the murmuring and secluded world, the melody appears and disappears from time to time, as if you can see the top of a high mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, and uncertain......

It is as if the whole person is in the cold current under the sea of clouds, which makes people immersive.

Many students were fascinated by the listening and amazed in their hearts.

"Born of red and white!"

Some students inadvertently looked up and saw that there was a white sound mist and a red sound mist in the sky, and they couldn't help but be shocked: "Eight Pinqin Shi!"

"Eight-pint violinist?"

When a student heard this, he quickly looked up, and sure enough, he saw the sound mist of red and white.

At this time, many students were excited, and they couldn't imagine that they could listen to the performance of the eight-pin violinist, so they couldn't help but listen attentively, and their thoughts fluctuated with the sound of the piano.

Mountain stream wooden house.

Feng Qingyan heard the cold sound of the piano and put down his book to listen.

He closed his eyes, and the world in the sound of the piano gradually appeared in his mind, and people couldn't help but revel in the sound. But gradually, Feng Qingyan's hands trembled, making him a little uncontrollable, and in the end, he couldn't control it at all.

Hands, constantly shaking.

This is?

Feng Qingyan was shocked, what happened to his hand?

At this time, he clenched his hands into fists hard, and he was able to control it, but he still felt a trembling feeling.

Meditation!

Meditation!

Feng Qingyan took a deep breath, and his hands gradually stabilized. However, as long as the sound of the piano remains, his hands cannot be steady.

The sound of the piano seems to be strange.

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but walk out of the wooden house, looked up at the sky and saw the sound mist of red and white, but he didn't know what it was.

The south bank of the Lingshui River.

Many students came out and wanted to find out where the eight-pin qin master was.

"It must be nearby!" said one of the students, then looking at the hill to the north, "You say, will that violinist play on the mountain?"

"The sound of the harp is from the sea of clouds, but it may be from the mountains stroking the harp. ”

"Let's go to the mountains and see if there's any chance to get acquainted with this eight-pint violinist. If we get acquainted, it will be of great help to us in the future......"

"Go together, go together. ”

Some students proposed, and many students immediately echoed it, and they rode the carriage to the mountain.

Buried on the east side of the mountain.

On a white hill, there was a sound mist in the air.

A young man in white of eighteen or nineteen years old sat cross-legged on a rock with a lyre on his lap. The cold and elegant sound of the piano came from the fingers of the young man in white, and the sound disappeared into the sea of clouds.

Beside the young man in white, two young girls stood respectfully.

The girl looks like she is fourteen or fifteen years old, her eyebrows are like green feathers, her teeth are like shellfish, her muscles are like snow, and her waist is like a bundle.

A song to caress it all.

The young man in white looked at the sky for a while, then silently put away the piano and stood up.

He, with his lyre on his back.

"Childe, someone is here at the bottom of the mountain, but we can see each other?" asked the maid on the left softly.

"How can you see someone who doesn't have a good sense of music?" said the young man in white coldly, carrying the lyre on his back and leaving, "I hope that the Burial Mountain Academy will not let me down." ”

The two maids looked at each other and followed closely behind.

"Childe, although the Burial Mountain Academy is one of the eighty-one academies, it gathers talents from all over the world. However, with Gongzi's piano skills, how many people in the world can compare?"

A maid worshipped and said.

"Ignorance. ”

The voice of the young man in white was still cold.

......