Zhao Chengde sat down, and another middle-aged man stood up.

"Dare to ask, sir's education?"

"I don't have much education." Uncle Tai's mountain feather was breezy and light, and when he saw that the crowd began to stir, he gently spit out a sentence, "The master is the teacher!" ”

The crowd fell silent.

God's special master is the teacher!

"Sir, start the class, beginner, what repertoire to teach?"

He Yugang, secretary of the Department of Chinese Music, suddenly interjected.

Hey, is there any mistake, this is the Department of Chinese Music, not the Department of Chinese Studies, can you talk well?!

Uncle Tai Shanyu was a little helpless.

"Please sir." He Yugang stared straight at Uncle Tai Shan Yu.

The other people present also looked at Uncle Tai Shanyu.

That's a good question.

Basically, formal teaching must have appropriate teaching materials, and this is especially true of the guqin. Under normal circumstances, this textbook is either compiled by oneself, or used the unified textbook of the teacher, or borrowed from the same textbook. If you borrow other textbooks, you must have similar concepts and techniques, otherwise it is very likely that there will be problems in teaching.

In the past, it was taught by Professor Liu Lao, and the textbooks compiled by him were used, but his concepts and techniques were not necessarily suitable for Uncle Tai Shanyu, so he needed to change the textbooks.

The problem is that this new textbook needs to be provided by his uncle Shan Yu, and if there is no teacher, it means that there is no ready-made textbook from the teacher, that is, it needs to be rearranged and compiled by him alone.

So, can he, Uncle Shanyu, do it?

This is the confusion of some people present.

"I don't teach the repertoire, I am skillful in my technique, and the repertoire is self-contained." Uncle Shan Yu smiled calmly.

After thinking about it, he added, "The kid has a "Basic Eighteen Styles", and if he succeeds, he can play all the piano songs in the world!" ”

This "Basic Eighteen Styles" is the foundation of all guqin music in Tianxuan Continent, and after learning, the primary piano score can basically be played. Of course, it's just that you can play it skillfully, and many piano scores need to be operated with Xuanqi, which is not something that can be included in the "Basic Eighteen Styles". As for the intermediate score that involves the meaning later, it is not to mention.

However, on Earth alone, "Basic Eighteen Styles" is completely sufficient.

Like Fang Juncai, he is also learning "Basic Eighteen Styles" now, and he hasn't completely learned it, but when he picks up unfamiliar piano scores, most of them can be played easily, and the effect is not bad.

Looking at Uncle Tai Shanyu's calm appearance, Zhao Chengde and the others couldn't help frowning.

Do you think your "Basic Eighteen Styles" is the Nine Yang Divine Skill or the Nine Yin True Scripture? Success, can you play all the piano music in the world? After I still practice, all the martial arts in the world can be used?

"Alright, alright." Dean Li waved his hand, "If you continue like this, you won't be able to assess anything." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Uncle Tai Shan Yu, "I'm very interested in your "Basic Eighteen Styles", don't you mind if I audit your class, right?" ”

Uncle Shan Yu smiled, "So I don't dare to invite you if I want to." ”

"Enough, it's addictive to talking about people, and it's addictive to talking about ancient texts." Dean Li scolded with a smile.

"So I passed the interview?" Uncle Tai Shanyu blinked.

Interview?

Hong Liguo, who was standing on the side, was very embarrassed, he invited the person, and now he has to be harassed again, this is really

At the end of the 'interview', Hong Liguo apologized to Uncle Shanyu again and again, and then Dean Li came out to discuss the treatment and related class arrangements, and Uncle Shanyu was officially hired.

"Ding, congratulations to the player Uncle Shanyu for completing the task 'Becoming a teacher at the Huaxia Conservatory of Music' and getting a copy of the 'Teacher's Sub-career Transfer Scroll', person

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30 experience and 50 gold. ”

The prompt of the completion of the task sounded in Uncle Tai Shanyu's mind, however, now, he can't see this reward anymore.

The next day, in a computer classroom on the second floor of Building 8.

"Did you hear, Mr. Liu retired at the end of last year, and this year's guqin class will be taught by a new teacher."

Some students from the Chinese Music Department chatted.

"Is there any news about the new teacher, male or female, older or younger."

"Nonsense, those who can teach guqin in our academy will definitely not be low, in this way, the new teachers are either old men or old ladies, I just hope they are easy to talk and not too rigid."

Guqin is also a kind of art, those who engage in art and have achieved something, basically the age is not too young. Moreover, this kind of traditional art is even more about seniority, and few people of the older generation are easy to speak.

"The entire guqin world is so big, and there are only a few who are qualified to teach us, either Mr. Chang Yande, Professor Li Yifan, or Grandma Mei Chunzhu." A young man with thick eyebrows rolled his eyes.

"No, you're missing someone." Another flat-headed young man said with a smile, "If all the contemporary guqin artists are ranked in one place, no matter how they are ranked, he will definitely be in the top three, and even most of them will rank him first." ”

"You mean" the thick-eyebrow young man's eyes lit up, then he fell down again, and said weakly, "It's impossible, his age is too young after all, younger than all of us, and the school can't invite him over at all." ”

"It would be great if I could learn 'Dreaming' from him in person."

"Then do we still take guqin lessons this time?"

"Choose, you must choose, as long as I can learn to 'dream', it doesn't matter which teacher he is." The young man with thick eyebrows said affirmatively.

But what he didn't see was the vigilant little eyes of those classmates around the two of them.

The Guqin elective course is open to the entire Chinese Music Department, with a total of one class and a quota of 40 students.

Before, the quota of these 40 people may not be able to be gathered. And this semester, because of the relationship of 'dreams', the guqin class, which is usually extremely unpopular, has suddenly become hot.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"Xiaoxuan, hurry, it's almost two o'clock." Shi Yuanyuan sat in front of the computer, opened a page and kept refreshing.

"I've always been mindful of the time." Closing a group called 'Yam Support Club', Lin Xuanxuan also paid full attention to the web page.

"This time, I must grab the place of the 'Guqin Elective Course'!"

Two o'clock!

At this moment, countless people pressed the button of the confirmation of the 'guqin' elective course at the same time.

"Damn, 40 places are gone?" A thin young man wailed, "What kind of hand speed, twenty years of singleness between labor and management have been in vain." ”

"What about being single for 20 years, the frequency of use is too low, and the hand speed is still not fast." A man next to him sneered.

"His hardware is not strong, and no matter how fast his hand speed is, it is useless." Another female classmate said disdainfully.

"Ugh"

"Did you grab it, who grabbed it?"

Inside the girls' dormitory.

"Yuanyuan, I grabbed it."

"I also grabbed it, so I said, with our internet speed, plus the artifact we bought, we will definitely be able to grab it."

"Great, we can finally learn 'Lost Dreams.'"

The two girls hugged each other excitedly.