Mirror Xuanjie, Pingluan Academy.

The schools of Pingluan Academy are arranged according to the eight trigrams, and the schools that leave the veins are located on the off-line, and the schools of each vein have nine floors.

And Lin Chuan stood at the door of the school hall on the first floor for a long time before walking in stiffly.

It's not that there are any swords and mountains of fire in front of it, it's really that this school doesn't look like a half-point school at all.

The original location of the podium was cast into a half-meter-high platform, surrounded by pink light gauze curtains, and the platform was already surrounded by students.

In the middle of the platform, there was a girl sitting with a pipa in her arms, even if she was sitting upright, her graceful posture was also on the pink drapery, reflecting a beautiful shadow that people couldn't take their eyes off.

Where has Lin Chuan seen this scene, he just heard what the senior brother said about hooking the column and listening to the music, but he didn't even know where to open the door of the hook column.

But at the moment, he could only think about Jiang Luo while silently reciting indecent disrespect, quickly moved behind everyone, and began to look at this year's classmates, so as to distract himself.

Lin Chuan was not the last to arrive at the school, after him, there were many students who came one after another, and when the door of the school closed automatically, there were just ninety-nine people left in the room.

Most of them were scholars, but most of them were from poor families, with only six Confucianist disciples, the remaining seven Taoist disciples, and eight monks.

As for how to distinguish between the children of the poor family and the children of Confucianism, it is enough to look at their clothes, after all, the white robe of Confucianism is not something that anyone can wear.

Most of those poor scholars are maintaining the style of righteous men and gentlemen, but they can't control their eyes and always glance at the platform.

Those Confucianists really did not look at incivility, but when they looked at Lin Chuan, they did not hide the anger in their eyes at all.

Among the seven people of the Taoist family, only two of them were the youngest, lying on the edge of the platform in the open, and they almost lifted the curtain to enter, and the remaining five sat cross-legged on one side, their eyes slightly closed, and they all looked like they hadn't woken up.

It's only the eight monks who have suffered, where have they seen this scene, if it is said that a great monk like Konglu may have been to a similar place, but these few people can be sent to the academy by Buddhism, which proves that they are not treated well in the Buddhist sect.

But they didn't dare to leave the school, after all, it was the first morning class after entering the academy, so they all turned their backs to the platform and silently recited the meditation mantra there.

Except for the girl on the stage, there were only three female cultivators among the students, all of whom wore veils and couldn't see their faces clearly.

After looking around, Lin Chuan finally calmed down, raised his head and looked at the middle of the platform.

And at the moment when Lin Chuan raised his head, the curtain suddenly became windless and automatic, and slowly lifted up, and the eyes of the two happened to be together.

Lin Chuan's gaze was instantly attracted by the girl's flaming red hair, and this girl did not cover her face with a veil like other female cultivators.

The already fair skin is set off by the red hair like congealed cream, and under the slightly upturned corner of the eye, there is a small tear mole.

The pure white light gauze dress should have been flawless and graceful, but because of the half-exposed fragrant shoulders, it became extremely charming.

Lingyin didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that this girl looked at him with an inexplicable hostility.

After the curtain was lifted, the entire school was instantly quiet, only the slightly heavy breathing of the students remained, and in the next second, the exclamations and discussions of the crowd almost broke the roof.

Even the eight monks with their backs to the stage turned around curiously, but the one of them glanced at the stage and immediately lowered their heads with red faces.

"Tsk. Be quiet. ”

Lin Chuan raised his chin slightly, and his delicate bare feet were full of disgust in his eyes and stomped on it.

With the crisp sound of the golden bell on the ankle, the school fell silent again

"This Lu Fu, before you entered Yan Wushuang, I had no interest in your name, now, you should only attend classes."

Lu Fu didn't hide the dissatisfaction in her tone at all, but the voice with a hint of magnetism was the same as her slender jade fingers that ended tickling the strings, plucking the heartstrings of many people.

The sound of the pipa sounded, like a clear spring surging out, and the students' hearts, which were still very hot just now, calmed down in an instant.

Then, the miserable white cold fire that ignited on the strings of the lute made the school colder and colder.

Lingyin never thought that the teacher they left was actually a musician!

The cold fire drifted away with the rhythm and hung above everyone's heads, and Lin Chuan's voice of preaching also sounded in everyone's ears:

"Bodhi meditation, Wenqu wise, Tao Yan Tongnian, three thousand avenues, different paths to the same end

"There is a way without a technique, the technique can still be sought, there is a technique without a way, and it stops at the technique.

"The sea of qi hangs upside down, with the Tao as the canal and the technique as the guide, so that the gods can be channeled.

"In the realm of the gods, we should take the body as the foundation, the thought as the way, and the law as the technique

All the students, including the spiritual voice, were immersed in this voice of preaching.

In the past, those obscure classics are now engraved in their shrine, making people feel as if they were born to know and comprehend the truth in those words.

In the school, except for Lin Chuan, who was plucking the strings, only the spiritual sound still had a trace of clarity, and all the rest were unguarded and indulged in enlightenment.

The voice of the ministry is terrifying!

Lingyin only heard Jiang Luo mention the so-called "voice of preaching"

It is a realm that all musicians dream of, not only need to have a deep enough understanding of the "Tao", but more importantly, it is necessary to have a rhythm and resonate with the rhyme of the Dao.

The sound of preaching can not only be used for teaching, but also for musicians, because few monks can resist the temptation of "enlightenment".

Once the door of the heart is opened by the voice of the sermon and enters the altar, it becomes the object of the musician's hand.

Whether it's planting some hints in the rhythm or then giving a fatal blow to the monk when he is enlightened, he can quickly deal out the enemy.

Although Lu Fu knew that there would be nothing to do in this school, and he also knew that this voice of preaching could deepen his understanding of the Tao, he still didn't want to be brought into that unguarded state, nor did he want to understand the Tao in the eyes of others.

Perhaps for other students, Lu Fu's preaching could help them reach out to others, but for monks like Lingyin, who had already found their future direction, these teachings would only make him a god.

In desperation, he could only sink his consciousness into the Shentai and hand over the control of his body to the dark clone.

Inside the shrine, Lingyin sat on the shore of the Lingyin Lake with a bitter face, and conjured a fishing rod to throw the fishing line into it.

Standing next to him, Lingyin didn't dare to breathe, Ao Ye also felt the low pressure on Lingyin's body, swung the dragon's tail in the lake, and reluctantly spit out a little saliva, turning into a few koi.

On the stage, Lin Chuan had already stopped playing, looked at the students who were immersed in enlightenment, and then took out the notebook from the precepts, and openly ended laziness.

But as soon as she took out the book, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Lingyin, because the cold fire on the heads of all the students was burning very vigorously, but the one on Lingyin's head was extremely bright.

"Boring

Lin Chuan muttered with interest, and picked up the pipa again.

It's just that the tone has changed from "small strings cut like a whisper" to "big strings are noisy like torrential rain."

But the passionate sound of the piano did not leak out half a minute, but like an arrow shot from a full bow, it rushed towards Lu Fu in a roundabout way.

"Fuck, I can't even hide!?"

In Lu Fu's shrine, the wind and sand were blowing, and the sudden killing intent made him lose his fishing rod directly, his eyes were red, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go out to fight Lin Chuan to the death.

Spirit and Darkness hurriedly stopped him.

Whispering said slowly:

"Father! If we do it first, we will lose, the rhythm of the piece, I know a little bit of it, let's use the rhythm to defeat the rhythm, you should be just me, I promise to give you a surprise. ”

Lu Fu was so affected by the murderous sound that he was about to lose his mind, his eyes were red, and he asked loudly:

"What surprise? You translate for me, what, fuck, call surprise!?"

"The surprise is, you let me out, and promise to give that little girl a uniform with a song!

"Go.

Lingyin directly let go of the control of the body, so that the dark clone instantly filled the whole body.

Lu Fu on the stage was still thinking about how long this little martial artist of the Wuji Sect could hold on before he was lost in the killing intent, but the spiritual sound in the audience suddenly opened his eyes.

Unlike when Xiao Zuo descended, when he was controlled by the dark, the Lingyin and the whites of his eyes turned pure black, and his body was also flooded with a special killing intent of black mist.

But just when Lu Fu crossed the pipa sideways and tightened the strings to prepare for the upcoming attack, Lingyin suddenly used his spiritual power to condense a set of drums

In the next second, the burst drum sound tore through the rhythm force field surrounding the school, all the way up, and spread all over the ninth floor of the Separation Pulse Academy.

Lin Chuan's face turned pale, and the string that had been tightened was actually broken, leaving a muddy blood mark on her face.

When the sound of the drum was like a magic sound, the pure black sparks drifted away with the rhythm, and the students who were still immersed in enlightenment just now all covered their heads tightly, and their faces were full of joy.

Although Lin Chuan had never seen this strange-looking instrument, he quickly took out a seven-string guqin from the ring and hung it in front of him, his slender jade fingers were like butterflies fluttering their wings, leaving a trail of afterimages between the strings with great elegance.

The sound of the piano turned into a crescent-shaped blade, attached to the white cold fire, and slashed towards the spiritual sound.

Darkness was not willing to be strong, but he used his spiritual power to control the drumsticks, and dissolved a pitch-black four-stringed bass

The penetrating heavy metal music turned into a round barrier, perfectly blocking Lu Fu's attack.

The two completely different rhythms were inseparable for a while, that is, these students in the school were suffering, and some of the weak poor people had already ended their nosebleeds.

However, in the divine platform, the spiritual sound that had been eliminated from the influence of killing intent was not painful at all. It's not that it affects other students and makes him feel guilty, it's just that after secretly taking over his body, the outfit that was dissolved with spiritual power was really not in line with his aesthetics.

Leather shoes, leather pants, leather jackets, even if it was fine, but the long silky hair seemed to have been struck by lightning at this time, and all of them stood up.

Lu Fu didn't expect that he would make such a big move just because of a moment of curiosity, but this little thorn is clearly just a martial artist, but now he has made a bunch of strange instruments, and the law of music is more like a musician than her.

Seeing that the movement was getting bigger and bigger, Lin Chuan, who was helpless, could only frown and open his mouth.

The musician's singing voice is the art of the rhythm at the bottom of the box, and there has always been a saying among the monks: It is better to let the martial artist have a hundred punches than to let the musician speak.

It is said that it is better to be beaten by a martial artist of the same realm for a hundred punches, than to let a musician of the same realm open his mouth, not to mention that Lin Chuan is already the peak of Lu Fuze, and it is only a matter of time before he steps into the road.

Lin Chuan's soul-piercing high voice, like a kraken's chanting, instantly pierced the pitch-black sound barrier that surrounded Lingyin's body.

And with the sound barrier, there is also the wooden wall of the school behind Lingyin

In an instant, Lin Chuan's singing spread throughout the academy.

"It's .... Lin Chuan, didn't she go to take a new life, which one of them provoked her without opening her eyes?"

"The Singer of Hades

It lives up to its name. ”

"Let's go, let's go to the Limai Academy to see what to do.

No matter whether it is a new student or an old student, no matter how high the cultivation is, as long as it is still a human being, it cannot change the habit of loving to see silence.

In just a few seconds, the outside of the Limai Academy was full of onlookers, most of whom had Lu Fuze's cultivation, so even the air became a little crowded.

At this time, the darkness that was almost swept away by Lu Fu was gritting his teeth and struggling to support him, and it was not difficult to get a chance to perform in front of his father, how could he give up easily.

Taking advantage of Lin Chuan's ventilation, Dark finally seized the opportunity and dissolved a suona suona sound, and Lu Fu's high singing voice instantly resounded in the sky!

The song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" actually directly blew out a phoenix with black flames all over its body, and swooped down towards Lin Chuan.

At the same time, Lu Fuze, who was belated, also rushed to the scene.

"Lin... Lin Chuan!"

You don't have to think about it to know that the one who can make such a big move must be his own junior brother, so as soon as he arrived, he subconsciously shouted Lingyin's name, but when the word "Lin" was shouted, he reacted.

It just so happened that the black phoenix also rushed towards Lin Chuan, and reacted quickly, so the Divine Realm quickly adjusted its direction and rushed towards Lu Fu, blocking her in front of her in an extremely chic manner.

"Peerless.

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