Chapter 119

"Headmaster, I'm sorry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

All the students stood up collectively, bent down at the same time, and said five words to Ye Huan.

Ye Huan stood on the stage and looked at a pair of eyes, unconsciously felt that his nose was a little sour, and he scolded with a smile: "These rabbit cubs, why am I still a little moved." ”

Before this, Ye Huan had little affection for these students. He is not the kind of great man who ties the fate of his students to himself. Part of the reason why I did these things was because I couldn't bear to see Song Huangyin work so hard. Part of the reason is that I feel that since I have become the principal, I should give them a good score.

What Ye Huan thinks is as simple as that. When I say these words today, I just feel them, and I don't expect the students to listen to them.

But people are not ruthless, Ye Huan is gradually changing these students, and the position of these students in Ye Huan's heart is also changing unconsciously.

In the end, the lights on the stage went out at the same time, and in the darkness, Ye Huan slowly walked into the backstage.

The students in the audience were stunned, the lights around them were completely dark, and no one notified, could it be that the party ended like this?

"Is it over, is it over?" Someone asked.

"No, Principal Ye still has one last show."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that Ye Huan promised to perform a show for everyone, but no one knew what he would perform.

"Zhang Mao, do you know what Principal Ye will perform?" Zu Rannuo pushed Zhang Mao.

"Hey, you think too much of me." Zhang Mao said: "How would I know. ”

The people around were whispering, speculating about what Ye Huan would perform on stage. At this time, someone pointed to the stage: "Look, Principal Ye is out." ”

A lonely beam of light rose on the dark stage, and the beam fell on Ye Huan, who was dressed in a gray and white monk's robe, sitting with a piano in his arms.

On the dark stage, a beam of light fell on Ye Huan, the white monk's robe was glowing, and Ye Huan's expression was spotless, as if he had a holy light.

"Oh, that's cool." A girl asked with a wink of small eyes. Just now she was shouting that she wanted to give Yang Ta a monkey.

Dressed in white, Ye Huan, who was sitting with the piano in his arms, was several heads taller than Yang Tower, and in comparison, Yang Tower looked a little bit like him.

"It's very handsome, why does Principal Ye look like a monk?" Someone wondered.

"How do you look like a monk?"

Lin Ruxin, who was in the background, also raised such a question. Ye Huan's hair is not long, it has always been short hair close to the scalp, and Ye Huan, who is wearing a white monk's uniform at the moment, does look like a monk.

Tang Xiyue, Su Duyu, Ye Xue and others also had such confusion. Only Zhang Zhaoxue knows it.

How can it be said that he is like a monk, Ye Huan, who was born in Yinlong Temple and studied under Master Lianhua, is not only a monk himself, but also has a high status in Buddhism.

Zheng!

Ten fingers brushed the strings, making a clanging sound, the sound of the piano resounded in everyone's ears, like the thunder of war drums, everyone seemed to be in the murderous battlefield, between the sword and blood, the heart was like a infarct with something, not vomiting or unhappy.

There are three realms of piano sound, one is pleasant, the second is tempting, and the third is spiritual. In the past, there were everyone who played the piano, and a song before the battle could make tens of thousands of soldiers defect.

That is the real master of the piano, Ye Huan is not comparable at this moment, he can only reach the realm of temptation at the moment, and he can use the sound of the piano to make everyone's emotions fluctuate.

The cowardly person was angry when he heard this song, and he was worried that his troubles would disappear when he listened to this song, and at this moment, the song before the college entrance examination, Ye Huan was to appease everyone.

Everyone sat upside down in their seats, speechless, no one would have thought that Ye Huan, who had always shown himself as a reckless man, would still play a good piano.

The women in the background, especially Tang Xiyue and Ye Xue, looked at each other, they didn't expect Ye Huan to have such a ability.

A real man must be able to be literate and martial, able to scold people, and martial arts to beat people, which is the highest level.

"Look, look!"

Someone let out an exclamation, only to see that under the sound of Ye Huan's Zheng Zhengqin, a woman in white fell from the sky, wearing a palace dress, and when she slowly fell, the skirt rose, really like a nine-day fairy descending to earth.

Zhao Sanniang.

"How did she do it, she just floated down so high." Some people were surprised.

"I'm afraid I'm hanging Weiya." Someone speculated.

Others don't know the inside story, they just speculate randomly, who knows that Zhao Sanniang, who fell from the sky, has no such thing as Weiya on her body at all.

Zhao Sanniang held a long sword, her eyebrows were clear, her eyes were like the nine heavens of the moon, like the arrogant Chang'e in the moon, looking at everyone coldly.

No one spoke, everyone just sat in their seats, and there was no sound left.

All are speechless until true beauty.

The women in the background were discussing, and said in their hearts: Who is this cold and glamorous woman, where did Ye Huan meet, could it be that Ye Huan left everyone behind just to see her.

Only Zhang Zhaoxue stood up suddenly, and with her eyes, she naturally saw that Zhao Sanniang was a cultivator, and her strength was far superior to herself.

In an instant, Zhao Sanniang unsheathed her sword, accompanied by Ye Huan's piano sound, she danced lightly, and a cold light flew in her hand.

In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

……

Ye Huan stroked the qin, Zhao Sanniang danced the sword, and everyone was attracted by this scene in an instant, and they couldn't take their eyes off in shock. Zhao Sanniang suddenly flashed her sword and pointed at everyone in the audience.

Although there was only one sword, everyone felt that this sword was stabbing at themselves. Some people screamed, some people fell to the ground with a poof, and I don't know how many jokes were made.

This is the power of a swordsman, one sword can turn into three thousand swords. At this moment, Zhao Sanniang has already left her strength, if she moves seriously, with the power of this sword alone, she can make these people suffer nerve damage, and they will have a headache for at least a few days before they can get out of bed.

In the sword dance and the sound of the piano, Ye Huan slowly opened his mouth and drank the sound of the piano with poems.

Young chivalry, befriending Wudu Xiong......

The words and the piano fit perfectly, shaking everyone's ears and ringing in the audience.

"What kind of poem is this? Did Principal Ye do it himself? ”

"It's an ancient poem." Zu Rannuo's eyes were blazing: "He Zhu's Liuzhou song head." ”

…… Liver and gallbladder holes, hair shrugging. In the conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth ......

Everyone's breath was rapid, as if a pot of liquor was poured over their hearts, and some kind of emotion flooded in their hearts, as if they were about to burst out of their bodies. Everyone couldn't help but follow Ye Huan's piano sound, and shouted at the same time. Ye Huan sang a sentence, and they drank it.

…… Push bravely, be bold and arrogant. Light cover embrace, Lianfei, Doucheng East. Booming drinking, spring floating cold urn, sucking the sea and weeping rainbows. Smell the eagle and the dog, the white feather picks the eagle bow, and the cunning hole is empty. Le hurried ......

In the background, Lin Ruxin clenched her fists and couldn't help but feel emotional. Five years ago, Ye Huan was flying in Dragon City. 'Youthful chivalry...... A few words from Douchengdong are exactly the portrayal of his mood at the beginning. How majestic and glamorous it used to be, but today it is back again, but everything is not the same as before.

Even a little Zhou Debiao has already broken ground on Ye Huan's head. After the college entrance examination, the public apology, the qualifications of Wutong Middle School, and the enrollment in the second half of the year, this is the real crisis.

What happened next, how should Ye Huan face it?

And at this moment, in the midst of the storm, Ye Huan seemed to have nothing to do with him. While stroking the piano, singing the lyrics. He sang a word, and the students drank a word, and this sound echoed throughout the auditorium.

"Young chivalry, befriending Wuduxiong. Liver and gallbladder holes, hair shrugging. In the negotiation, life and death are the same, and a promise is heavy. Push the brave, the arrogant, the light cover embrace, the United Flying Dou to the east of the city. Booming drinking, spring floating cold urn, sucking the sea and weeping rainbows. Idle eagle and dog, white feather picks the eagle bow, cunning Russian empty. Joy in a hurry.

Like Huang Liangmeng, quit Danfeng. The bright moon is together, and the sun is lonely. The official is redundant, the concubine, the dust cage, and the books and books. It is like a cloud, for rough use, and it is agitated by the strange gong, and the fish and yang are lanes, and the sorrow is ......"

The words are like wine, pouring in the heart to arouse a wave of pride. The students spontaneously stood up, their faces flushed.

"Don't ask for long tassels, tie the pride of the sky, and the sword roars the west wind......"

As soon as the four words of the sword roared and the west wind came out, the sound was like a war drum, Ye Huan held down the strings, the sound stopped abruptly, and he slowly said the last sentence of this word.

…… Hate mountaineering and water, hand send seven-string tong, and see the return to Hong.

At the end of the song, Ye Huan hugged the qin and left, leaving only a group of students in the audience who looked at each other, especially the students who were immersed in the sound of the sword and guts just now.

In the past, there was a good singer Han E, passing through the country of Qi and singing in front of the city. Its sound is melodious and moving, and the whole city is a sensation. Han E left, and the crowd especially blocked the city gate and refused to leave.

People praise it: The aftermath lingers, and it has not stopped for three days.