Under the moonlight.

There was a north wind sweeping through the snowflakes, slapping the students with different expressions on the Lingshui Bridge.

However, the oil lamp beside Feng Qingyan didn't even shake the flames, and the surroundings were as quiet as if there was no wind.

Mu Yu stared at the oil lamp quietly.

Gradually, there was no wind around, no kneeling students, only an oil lamp burning quietly in the dead silence of the ice and snow.

Heaven and earth are terribly quiet.

"Huh?"

At this time, the old teacher in front of the academy was slightly surprised when he looked at Mu Yu, and said, "You really have to peek into the door?"

"This ...... Can a shepherd girl enter the sixth grade?"

The young teacher said with joy in his heart.

If he really enters the sixth grade, maybe he can compete with the disciples of the Sanshang Academy and the top ten academies for the world's youth piano list.

"Is it that easy?"

The old teacher shook his head and looked at other students who had the "Fa" in front of him but did not know the "Fa", and couldn't help but be secretly anxious in his heart, eager to step forward and remind him one or two.

If you miss the opportunity at this time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity in the future.

But how can the "Fa" be obtained just by reminding us?

If this is the case, everyone in the world is a great Confucian.

Feng Qingyan read quietly, and the "law" unconsciously revealed also shocked the old teaching. After all, Feng Qingyan did not comprehend the realm of "tranquility", but only had a certain breath of "tranquility and plainness", and he could not control it.

If it's deliberate, it can't be revealed.

Gradually, some students noticed that something was wrong with the oil lamp, and the oil lamp was never extinguished despite the fact that the north wind swept over the Lingshui Bridge from time to time.

This left them feeling puzzled.

If it is a great Confucian or a literary minister, it is easy to understand, their minds can be calm, and the wind can stop, but Feng Sanding obviously did not open the Wen Palace......

If the light is not extinguished, it means that there is no wind in front of the lamp.

There is no wind, it is quiet.

Some students stared at the oil lamp and thought about it, and suddenly fell into a dead silence in the ice and snow.

I don't know when, a piano note rises softly from heaven and earth, and if you don't listen carefully, you won't hear it at all.

The old teachings and teachings in front of the academy, seeing Mu Yu's breath changed in vain, there was a bit of everyone's demeanor, which couldn't help but make people's eyes shine.

The hand rises, the strings move, and the sound falls.

Under the slender fingertips, the aftertaste is subtle and long.

Suddenly, I saw that the sound and fog on the Lingshui Bridge were filled, like a heavy fog descending, enveloping Mu Yu's body like a weak wind.

The ninth frets of the piano, the white sound is full of mist.

"He is leaving, and he is a seedling. The line is vigorous, and the center is shaky. ”

A low, soft, murmuring shallow chant sounded slowly, revealing a faint sadness.

"He who knows me is worried about me, and he who does not know me is what I want. ”

Mu Yu sang in a low voice while stroking the piano.

On the Lingshui Bridge, the white sound mist and the red sound mist intersect and blend.

The eight pins of the piano are born of red and white sound and mist.

"He is detached, and he is the spike of grass. The line is vigorous, and the center is drunk. ”

"He who knows me is worried about me, and he who does not know me is what I want. ”

The wind messed up Mu Yu's green silk, but it couldn't mess up her heart, and tears were faintly visible in her low-eyed and graceful eyes.

The gentle shallow singing blends with the gentle notes.

At some point, an orange sound mist appeared on the Lingshui Bridge, intersecting with the red and white sound fog.

The seven pins of the piano, the three-color sound mist is colorful.

"He is separated, and he is real. The line is vigorous, and the center is like choking. ”

"He who knows me is worried about me, and he who does not know me is what I want. ”

The three-color sound mist is constantly blending, and it seems to be pregnant with something, becoming colorful. And the gentle sound of the piano fell on both sides of the Lingshui River, touching a person's heart.

When the old priest in front of the academy saw it, his eyes showed some surprise.

"Six products!

The young teacher was a little excited, and couldn't help but whisper it.

The white, red, and orange tones and mist are constantly blending, transforming, and slowly blending into a fourth color. Although the fourth color haze is faint and very faint, it eventually appears.

"From three-color color to four-color color, this is the sixth product of the piano, and the girl has broken through. The young teacher was very surprised, and he was happy for Mu Yu in his heart.

Feng Qingyan, who had been reading quietly, seemed to faintly hear a soft piano sound. Listening carefully, there is indeed a faint piano sound and light singing, and there is a faint sadness in the piano sound and light singing......

He stopped reading in surprise and looked at Mu Yu.

I saw that there were tears on Mu Yu's fair face......

A sad woman who can't control her fate, but for the sake of Qin and herself, she has to fight......

He sighed slightly.

And as soon as he stopped, his heart was not quiet, and those students who had fallen into a dead silence seemed to come back to their senses from a certain realm.

Then, one by one, the sound of the piano sounded......

A young student who was originally a piano boy had a faint sound mist behind him.

Enter!

"Haha, I have been practicing the piano for many years, and I finally got the Fa at this moment. The young student was so excited that he burst into tears, and couldn't help shouting, "I'm in the product." ”

At this time, there was another piano boy student, and a faint sound mist was born behind him.

"It's in, it's in. ”

The student muttered that he thought that he had endured all the hardships for the sake of practicing the piano, and at this moment he finally came to the bitterness and entered the product, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

When the teachers in front of the academy saw this scene, they couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"There is one qin master who breaks through the realm, and there are two ...... the qin boy who breaks the realm for the qin master" The young teacher was surprised, which is really unbelievable, "The qin master breaks through the realm and becomes a violinist, which is no less than ten qin children who break through the realm at the same time to become a violinist." ”

"More than that. ”

The old priest pondered for a moment and said, "In three days, maybe there will be students who will break through the realm." ”

"This ......"

The young teacher looked at Feng Qingyan in shock.

The onlookers on the south bank were dumbfounded, some couldn't believe their eyes, how could this be possible?

Take a look at the people, and it's in?

How easy is it to buy when you want to buy products?

At first, they were still laughing at the students, saying that these students were whimsical and had their heads caught in the door.

But now......

They were also shocked to look at Feng Qingyan, who was kneeling on the bridge, even more out of the world, and only looked up to the mountains in their hearts.

He just meditates, and he can break people's borders.

At this time, Mu Yu quietly wiped away his tears, walked towards Feng Qingyan with the lyre in his arms, knelt down and respectfully bowed: "Rain, meet my teacher." ”

"Girl, why do you need to do this? Feng Qingyan hurriedly said.

"Meet my teacher. ”

Not only did the students who broke through the realm hold the qin and respectfully stepped forward, but all the students hugged the qin and saluted, but they did not bow down like Mu Yu.

"How dare you? ”

Feng Qingyan shook his head and said, "What did Qingyan do, which is worthy of being your teacher? ”

"Who in the world can let us break through the realm overnight?

Mu Yu bowed again.

At this time, Feng Qingyan's mind suddenly moved, and there seemed to be something more.

The scene in front of him disappeared, the world became nothing, and he saw wisps of mist in front of him, which disappeared from the world into his mind.

Wenyun!

This mist turned out to be an ethereal literary movement!

Feng Qingyan was slightly stunned in his heart, and then the tripod-shaped imprint in his mind seemed to become clearer. He just really wanted to help Mu Yu and the students, but he didn't expect heaven and earth to give him back like this......

And after tonight, he will be famous again.

......