Lecture Hall.

As the students left one after another, there were only a dozen piano players such as Feng Qingyan and Mu Yu left.

At this time, Feng Qingyan looked at everyone and thought about it, and said: "To establish the Qin Society, it is necessary to have a purpose to point out the direction and mission of the Qin Society, which is also the purpose and meaning of the existence of the Qin Society, as well as the pursuit and spirit of the piano player. ”

"The social motto is the standard that all the piano players of the piano society must abide by, which can be said to be the concept of the piano society, and can also be said to be an important content of the piano society, which is the core of the qin society, and can also motivate and exhort the piano players to ......"

"If you don't know, you can think of the social motto as the monument of the academy. ”

Feng Qingyan explained when he saw that everyone didn't understand much.

As soon as the students heard it, they all nodded, their eyes gradually lit up, and they seemed to be full of expectations for the piano club.

"In addition to the purpose and motto, the piano club also needs to have pursuit, principles, ethics, and responsibility......"

Feng Qingyan probably talked about the concept of his piano club, but not three or five sentences can be finished, and not everyone will agree.

Therefore, it is necessary to discuss together and formulate the rules and regulations of the piano society step by step.

If he wasn't the president of the company, it didn't matter what the company was, but now that he was the president and the first president, he had to do the best he could.

Do not seek to compete with the world-famous piano society, but those who seek the piano can cultivate themselves with the piano and use the piano to understand the way.

After hearing Feng Qingyan's words, the students secretly rejoiced that Feng Sanding was the president.

Feng Qingyan consulted with everyone about the time and left.

......

Afternoon.

When the students were ready to learn the art of the fourth or sixth gentleman.

"Students, please come to the library. The voice of the old teacher sounded in the academy, although the voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the students.

"What are you doing in the Tibetan Academy?" asked a student in surprise.

"I don't know. ”

"Maybe it's to introduce us to the library. ”

"It may also be an edict for us to visit the Tibetan Academy as a sign of diligent study ......"

In the speculation of the students, they soon came to the library building, and saw that the old teacher was already waiting, so they saluted one after another.

"Students, please go up to the second floor in an orderly manner. ”

The old priest smiled and said, without explaining anything, and turned and walked into the library.

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 building is afraid that it will not be able to stand, so only some students can go up first.

Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu, Zhou Chang and other students are still outside the library.

After a while, some students who went upstairs first went downstairs, and some students hurriedly stepped forward to ask what was the matter.

"The priest told us to look at the painting and ask what we saw. ”

The student's face was full of doubt, and he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Looking at the paintings?"

The students who did not go upstairs were a little surprised.

Some students went upstairs, some students went downstairs, and soon it was Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu and other students.

When he went up to the second floor, the old priest pointed to the painting and said, "Students, what do you see?"

"Draw. ”

"Quiet trail. ”

The students answered one after another, and the answers were different.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, he saw that the painting hanging had turned into a real quiet path......

It doesn't seem to have been like that yesterday.

"Senior brother, what do you see?"

Mu Yu only saw an ordinary painting, and when he saw that the Sanding gentleman was beside him, he asked with some curiosity.

"A real trail. ”

Feng Qingyan whispered.

Although it was whispered, the nearby students all heard it and looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise.

"A real road?"

Some students are full of doubts, how can a painting become a real road?

"Qingyan, tell me, what did you see?"

The old priest's smile was like a spring breeze.

"A real secluded trail. Feng Qingyan said, "Sir, I have already entered yesterday. ”

"Been in?"

The old priest was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "How did you enter?"

"How? Isn't it going to walk in?"

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment and said.

"Haha......"

The old priest couldn't help laughing, and then asked, "When you entered, didn't you feel anything?"

Feng Qingyan shook his head, not feeling anything unusual.

At this time, he faintly understood, and asked in surprise: "Sir, isn't it possible for everyone to enter?"

The old priest nodded.

The other students looked at them with puzzled expressions, some of them not understanding.

The old priest slapped his thigh suddenly, and said, "You are a gentleman of Sanding, why is it difficult to enter the small library building?"

"Sir, the student doesn't understand. ”

Mu Yu couldn't help but say.

"The real library is hidden in the paintings. The old teacher smiled and said, "Moreover, the painting Chinese is strong, so that students can absorb ......."

When the students heard the literary tone, they suddenly looked forward to it.

"Teaching, can you really absorb the literary atmosphere?"

Some students were pleasantly surprised, and seemed to be a little unconvinced.

"As long as the students can be absorbed, the college will not stop them. The old teacher smiled and said, "Even if you absorb the atmosphere of the library in the painting, the academy will not blame half a point, but will be happy for a long time." ”

The students became excited when they heard this, and some couldn't wait.

"May I ask the teachings, how can I enter the library in the painting?" asked one student, and the other students looked forward to it.

"The road, in this painting, whether you can enter the library or not depends on you. The old teacher said, motioning for the students to come forward and try it.

Some students came forward to try, but unfortunately the painting is still painting.

"Qingyan, you stepped forward to try to show the students. "The old teacher called names.

Feng Qingyan stepped forward when he heard this, and the painting in front of him had turned into a small road. When he was about to walk down the path, he stopped and asked, "Teaching, is it really okay to absorb the atmosphere of the library?"

"No problem. ”

The old priest said firmly.

Feng Qingyan smiled and walked in.

And the students saw Feng Qingyan appear directly in the painting, becoming a figure on the quiet path in the painting......

The students were amazed, and then they all tried one after another, but unfortunately they all failed.

"Teaching, why can Feng Sanding enter, but we can't?" said some students quite unwillingly, and some questioned the injustice of the academy.

"Because he is a gentleman of Sanding. The old teacher said.

The students had nothing to say.

Feng Qingyan walked into the library building and saw that many teachers were concentrating on reading...... After looking at the world in the painting for a while, I thought about how to absorb the text.

Although he can't absorb the literary atmosphere without opening the Wen Palace, Junzi Ding can.

Junziding is simply an artifact-like existence.

And, no one is too literate?

After a while, he saw Yan Shan also walk in, but only Yan Shan came in alone, which still surprised him.

Of more than 300 students, only two Ding gentlemen entered?

After Feng Qingyan nodded to Yan Shan, he sat cross-legged on the grass, squinting his eyes and looking around. Then, he was stunned for a moment, as if the three gentlemen in his mind were full of literary spirit and could no longer be pretended.

Ten thousand strands are one, and ten thousand roads are one tripod.

Please Shengze, get a tripod of culture, and the three Demen are also infused with the spirit of the tripod, but some of them overflow......

Therefore, the three gentlemen are now full of culture.

Lack of greed –

Feng Qingyan laughed at himself.

I don't know if there is a way to make the gas liquid? If so, I am afraid that it can be loaded thousands of times more......

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