The hall is very spacious.

Zhao Rong looked around, about thirty or forty students had already taken their seats, and there were still a lot of vacant seats.

"Plus we should all be there. Fan Yushu said as he walked.

He noticed Zhao Rong's expression as he looked around, and said casually:

"This school is just a relatively fixed activity position for our spontaneous students, generally morning reading, night reading can come here, if there is anything about the school, or our fish university president is interested in coming, want to give us a lecture, will also gather here to do things. ”

Just as he was introducing Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu noticed the gaze of an old-fashioned woman sitting in the front row, and he turned his head and smiled brightly at her, as if the words he had just complained to Zhao Rong outside the door had never existed.

"What about the gentlemen? Zhao Rong retracted his gaze and said.

Fan Yushu smiled and turned his head, "The gentlemen's classes are all fixed...... Well, how to say it, the gentlemen of our academy are quite individual, and you will know later. ”

Zhao Rong followed Fan Yushu to the empty seat in the back and sat down.

Fan Yushu came to a corner with ease.

The seats in the hall are all a combination of low mahogany tables and kneeling bamboo mats, but the bamboo mats in his position are cushioned with soft and fluffy velvet dumplings.

Fan Yushu sat down, and twisted comfortably, he lay on the table with a silk soft cloth, picked up a book and spread it out on the back of his head, and let out a long breath, "Ah, comfortable, the kneeling cushion of the Four Seasons Hall is too hard, and the belly of the son who is sitting is about to bloom." ”

Fan Yushu complained, but his movement was very quiet and reckless after a certain old-fashioned woman came in, and the noise was very loud.

Yu Huaijin in the front row turned his head with a straight face.

Fan Yushu felt the murderous aura, he had a sense of crisis, his body slammed, his waist was straight, and he sat upright.

It turned out that the books that were covered by the head were flying up to the back of the head.

Yu Huaijin and Fan Yushu, who had a serious expression, looked at each other for a moment and turned back again.

Zhao Rong saw this scene and shook his head with a smile.

He sat down in the seat next to Fan Yushu, looked out the door, and said:

"What's the art class in the afternoon?"

Fan Yushu thought for a while, "Today...... Well, it's Leyi, Mr. Si's class. ”

He turned his head to Zhao Rong and said seriously: "Trust me, you will like Mr. Si's class." ”

Zhao Rong shook his head, took out a copy of the Confucian scripture annotations that Mr. Yan gave him, lowered his head and opened it, and said:

"Leyi? It's boring, I don't like it. ”

Zhao Rong had long found that he had no musical talent, and he had never played a few tunes except for a little understanding of the music laws mentioned in the Confucian classics.

When he was in Zhongnanguo before, Lin Wenruo complained about his piano skills, and the "Mingyu" given to him afterwards made Zhao Rong interested in the piano, but then Wenruo's guy seemed to have forgotten it and didn't give it to him.

So Zhao Rong is really indifferent to piano art now.

However, music and art can be listed as one of the six arts of Confucianism, and it is indeed important in Confucianism.

It is paired with another art "li", and its importance can already be compared to the great art of Confucianism.

The first holy word "stand in the ceremony, become in the music".

Because "the etiquette is different, the contract is happy".

That is, etiquette is used to distinguish the difference between people in class and social status, but if only etiquette is paid attention to to show the difference in class and status of everyone, then it will cause a psychological and emotional imbalance among the people of the whole country.

This is not good for the small kingdoms under the mountain that Confucianism governs with the Confucian way, or those large dynasties that are large enough to include the immortal families on the mountain.

After all, Confucianism pays attention to birth, governing the world and the country.

A stable state and power must not only be able to distinguish different levels, but more importantly, it can also unite these distinct classes.

Therefore, with the adjustment of "happiness and harmony", "music" provides a channel that can break the difference in status.

In the hierarchical etiquette dynasty, "music" became an important link to reconcile feelings, and played an irreplaceable role in maintaining the order and harmony of the dynasty.

Because the appreciation of "music" is common and can connect emotions.

Not only the nobles and commoners in the mortal dynasty, but also the monks on the mountain and the mortals under the mountain, the Xuanhuang human race and the alien demon race, can all be connected with "music" to subtly alleviate the contradictions.

In addition, the ceremonial sacrifices of the Confucian Confucian Temple and some of the formations of the ritual and Taoism also need to be assisted by music.

This is one of the six arts of Confucianism, the art of "music".

It is said that the great monks who follow the music and art of Confucianism and Taoism can infect the emotions of the people of a country and make them pure and simple.

It's just that the "happy" way is different from the way of scripture and righteousness, etiquette and other ways, which is unique to Confucianism, and there are also those who are good at music among the other hundred monks.

It is rumored that among the hundreds of schools on the mountain, there are several existences that can cultivate "music" to the extreme, and they all have an ancient title, musician.

"No, no, no," Seeing Zhao Rong's boring look, Fan Yushu shook his head and said, "Ziyu, if that's the case, then you may like Mr. Si's class." ”

Zhao Rong turned a page of the book, his eyes did not move from the book, but he also raised his eyebrows.

Fan Yushu was serious, "Mr. Si never looked at us in class, so, Ziyu, do you know it, you can do whatever you want." ”

"Oh, that's good. Zhao Rong nodded in agreement, he had already chosen the scriptures and Confucianism, and now he has been reciting the Confucian scriptures in his heart.

Fan Yushu stretched his waist, immediately thought of something, and beat his hands and said, "In Mr. Si's class, I am generally used to closing my eyes and enjoying the piano music he plays, but Yu Huaijin doesn't understand the essence of Mr. Music, and even my nose cares." ”

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu and had a new understanding of him.

"However, the only thing that is bad about Mr. Si is that sometimes he likes to take us around, which makes me close my eyes......"

Fan Yushu was complaining to Zhao Rong when his words suddenly stopped.

I saw Yu Huaijin in the front row suddenly get up and go outside the door, and after three breaths, he went and returned.

Yu Huaijin stood in front of the door with her hands in her hands, her hands covered with wide sleeves, her expression was calm and concise.

"Mr. said, afternoon tour. ”

All the students in the hall rose in response, and the sound was neat, and they walked out with Yu Huaijin.

After Fan Yushu's words were interrupted, he sighed and got up, "Let's go, Ziyu, Mr. Si is going to class outside." ”

Zhao Rong took the book and went to the door.

The students gathered in the open space in front of the hall.

When Zhao Rong walked out of the door, he saw three people waiting in front of the young bamboo outside the lobby.

One was a middle-aged man, with a slender figure, a pale face, and an elegant temperament, and he was tilting his head slightly, as if he was looking at the young bamboo.

The other two, both standing behind the middle-aged man, dressed as a scholar, one holding a bamboo stick, the other holding a long object wrapped in a white cloth in his arms, looking at the shape, Zhao Rong estimated that it should be a guqin.

Because in Confucianism, the qin occupies a special position, the sage speaks, the qin, so self-cultivation and rationality, forbidding evil and preventing adultery, so the gentleman does not go to his body for no reason.

In the open space in front of the lobby, all the students arrived, Yu Huaijin stepped forward and saluted the middle-aged man, "Mr. Si, everyone has arrived, you can go." ”

Si Wuxian turned his head and looked at the students in front of him, smiled properly, and nodded slightly.

It's just that his eyes are staring straight ahead, and if you look closely, you can see that these eyes are empty.

Zhao Rong was slightly surprised, it turned out that this Mr. Si was blind and blind.

He turned his head to look at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu was winking at Zhao Rong.

Look, I'm right, Mr. Si never looks at us......

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

Si Wuxian didn't move, he suddenly turned his head to "look" somewhere in the crowd.

Zhao Rong didn't look at Fan Yushu's eyebrows, he didn't smile, but turned his head, and at this moment, he happened to meet the "gaze" cast by the blind Mr. Si.

It was a pair of dull eyes.

Zhao Rong's heart suddenly shuddered.

At the same time, when he returned from a cold war with him for half a day, he suddenly spoke, and his voice echoed in Zhao Rong's shocking heart.

"These naked eyes are not his eyes, but the eyes of this man...... was dug up. ”

Zhao Rong frowned, and for a moment, he wanted to do it again, but he had already spoken again.

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any malice, besides, this academy gentleman is a mortal, and he is not as good as your physique before you practiced. ”

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, but his brows were still furrowed.

Ahead, Yu Huaijin also saw Si Wuxie's "sight" in the direction of Zhao Rong.

She explained: "Mr. Yu, his name is Zhao Ziyu, and he is a student who just came to the Frank Hall today. ”

"Zhao Ziyu, Ziyu ......" Si Wuxian nodded, his mouth was soft, and his voice was slightly magnetic.

He raised his head, smiled at Zhao Rong, and immediately turned his head, "looking" at Yu Huaijin for a while, and then his eyes turned back and forth between the two for a moment, and suddenly said:

"Yu Huaijin, Zhao Ziyu...... Huai Jin holds Yu...... Good name......"

Si Wuxian muttered to himself, reached out and took the bamboo stick from the scholar, turned around and stood on the stick, and slowly walked to the corridor.

The two scholars followed.

Behind them, the students of the Reckless Hall turned their heads one after another, their eyes staggered, a little inexplicable.

immediately looked at Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin.

Zhao Rong was silent.

Yu Huaijin's face, which had always been calm, frowned rarely.

It's just that neither of them looked at each other.

Fan Yushu on the side suddenly came to his senses, and said in surprise: "Huai Jin holds Yu, Jin, Yu, are all beautiful jade, it is indeed a good name, I haven't found it before...... Ziyu, you and Senior Yu are a good match just by hearing the name, and they are husband and wife. ”

The same mesaic.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Rong, and said in a sincere tone: "Alas, Ziyu is really a blessing, there are already younger siblings, and now there is another confidante ......"

Fan Yushu was stunned.

Because Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin turned their heads to look at him almost at the same time.

Fan Yushu was iron-clad, stiffened his neck and said: "Okay, even look at me with the same eyes, I think, sooner or later I will get ......"

Zhao Rong turned his head and said to Yu Huaijin: "Senior Yu, I suddenly thought of something, Brother Yushu is really hard working in Taiqing Mansion, busy from morning to night, but he is writing a love letter to a fairy surnamed Ye in Fuyao Mansion." ”

Yu Huaijin nodded, walked forward, followed Mr. Si, with a straight face, and wrote lightly:

"Fan Yushu, all the rest days this month, you stay in the school house and don't leave, I will personally supervise your reading, you can't leave a word behind in the previous homework, hand it over to me within ten years, otherwise, I will accompany you on next month's rest day." ”

Fan Yushu: "............"

The iron-clad man suddenly softened his bones.

"Ah, don't, Senior Yu, I was wrong, I just made a joke to liven up the atmosphere, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously, I'm not afraid that your old man will keep a straight face every day, and he will grow old fast...... I'm in a painstaking ...... I'm ......."

Fan Yushu wailed.

Yu Huaijin ignored him, and took the other students of the Frank Hall to follow Mr. Si.

Zhao Rong whistled, glanced at Fan Yushu, and walked away with the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

Fan Yushu stared at Zhao Rong from behind.

In the afternoon's art class, Zhao Rong thought it was very interesting, and Mr. Si almost didn't say a word the whole time.

He was as silent as the students of the Frank Hall, and followed Mr. Si.

In the Linlu Academy, it covers a huge area, and everyone walks among the quiet mountains and forests.

It's like stepping into autumn, stop-and-go.

When Mr. Si goes, they go, and when Mr. Si stops, they stop.

Sometimes, walking under the red leaves of the dense forest, the cool breeze blows, the waves of the forest sea, the sound of thousands of autumn leaves, layer upon layer, the sound of ups and downs.

Si Wuxian will slowly stop and stand still.

And Zhao Rong and the students of the Frank Hall also stopped and listened to the sound of Lin Haisha together.

Sometimes, passing by a mountain stream and clear spring, the spring water dingdong, knocking on the goose stone, swimming fish jubilant, the sound of water puffing.

Mr. Si will stop and lead the crowd to listen.

Sometimes, even if it's just a row of ants on the rock, zigzag and waddling to carry food, the sound is almost silent.

Mr. Si will also stop.

Not to mention the sound of those lonely wings spreading their wings and the sound of returning geese flying by.

There is a great sound of beauty in heaven and earth, and in the middle of the micro-end, Mr. Si led the students to listen.

This is Zhao Rong's first music class.

However, although he felt that the gentleman's way of teaching was somewhat novel, he still had little interest in playing the piano and.

When the sun was about to set, Si Wuxian returned with the students of the Frank Hall.

While walking on the promenade, Si Wuxian suddenly stopped.

At this time, the sunset on the West Mountain, the ink pool next to the corridor was full of a lake of gold, and Zhao Rong and the students turned their heads to look at the lake on Mr. Si's side, full of brilliance.

And the golden afterglow also filled Mr. Si's empty eyes, as if they were rejuvenated.

This situation is very beautiful.

The silent Si Wuxian suddenly sat down at the railing on the side of the Blue Lagoon and took the white cloth from the hand of the scholar who followed him.

He sat upright, looked directly at the students in front of him, groped with one hand to open the white cloth bag, took out a guqin, and placed it horizontally between his laps.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and found that Mr. Si's guqin had been broken, and about one-third of the body was wrapped in layers of black cloth, merging and fixing the body that had been broken into two for some reason.

Seeing this, the students of the Frank Hall sat down beside Mr. Si, who was familiar with the road, took out their own guqin, and also placed it horizontally on their knees.

Thinking innocently, the fingers are plucked, and the movements between the fingers are like butterflies, which is extremely beautiful to watch, and even more beautiful is the sound of his piano.

The students either stared or closed their eyes in appreciation.

Gradually, driven by the sound of the piano, he also began to try to play the piano.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong also took out an ordinary guqin that he had prepared, he looked down at the qin and thought about it.

Stretch out your fingers.

Play.

Zheng Zheng ————!

The audience was silent.

Zhao Rong looked at the broken piano, and the corners of his mouth twitched.