in the classroom.

Everyone watched Zheng Jie take a magic weapon as soon as he made a move, and they were extremely envious.

On this small island, except for the dean of the academy who is said to have a high-grade magic weapon with him, I have not heard of any teacher who also has this superb magic weapon.

Feelings of envy, regret, jealousy, and so on spread in this small classroom.

Although there are still 99 remaining treasure balls in this classroom, who can be sure that the artifacts inside will also have a high-grade magic weapon level.

In their minds, it would be great to have one, even if it was a magic weapon, Teacher Chen would definitely not have many of them.

Of course, the result is that they are wrong, there may not be many spiritual weapons in the hands of the big tyrants, but there are as many magic weapons as there are, and it is more than enough to give students in four classes in the second grade, one for each.

But there are some things that can't be done simply.

Although many of these orbs are ritual instruments, more of them are rough embryos of ritual instruments, musical instruments made of spiritual materials, but they have not been consecrated and forbidden to be refined.

Therefore, the benefits are really great for those who can choose early. The students in the audience, whether they are the children of powerful families or ordinary people, are really inexplicably excited and excited in the face of this unexpected surprise, and at the same time they are also impatient and anxious.

Of course, Yang Qingcheng also knew about this situation, so he let Zheng Jie, who was standing in front of him happily, return to his position.

"The second batch, a large amount, Du Ziji, Huang Lili, Bai Yulan, Wang Huihui, Chen Huimin, Xu Haixing, Yang Chaoxing, a few of you come forward to choose the treasure ball. ”

These eight people are the eight students who can hear the artistic conception in the first art class.

But when the students in the audience heard that the second batch was these eight people, they were all unconvinced and shouted: "Teacher, why can a huge number of candidates also enter the second batch?"

"Teacher, why can Du Ziji also be selected for the second batch, I am still in the top ten of the grade and cannot be selected, why can these poor students be selected for the second batch?"

"Teacher, I'm the class leader, why wasn't I selected for the second batch?"

......

Listen to the noisy voices from the field, as well as the rebuttals of the selected personnel. Yang Qingcheng didn't say a word, and when the two groups of people were about to fight, he stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Smack!"

I saw that the students in the audience seemed to have been immobilized, and they could neither make a sound nor move.

"It should be quiet for a while. You said why you couldn't be selected for the second batch. Then I can only tell you that this is because these eight people have musical talent that no one else has. Of course, some people will not be convinced, but do I need you to be convinced?

No, you don't.

Do I need to explain this to you?

Nor is it required.

But as your teacher, I can give you a chance that if any of you can beat any of these eight at the end of this semester and the next semester, then you will have the opportunity to swap your instruments with each other. ”

After Yang Qingcheng finished speaking, he snapped his fingers in his right hand again, and everyone couldn't help but let out a "wow". Even after a short while, the student still felt the discomfort of being banned.

But after this sound, there was no more sound from the crowd.

Yang Qingcheng was very satisfied with the scene at this time, and said to the eight people who walked to the stage again: "You should also hear what I just said, then you should choose your own musical instruments and work hard! Don't let yourself lose what should belong to you, if you are not motivated, then I have nothing to say." ”

"Teacher, we will study hard and make progress every day. The eight of them said as if they had made an oath.

"Go ahead, choose your own instruments!"

"Yes, teacher. The eight of them scattered in the eyes of everyone looking for their respective treasure balls, and some of them followed the example of Zheng Jie before, closing their eyes and sensing it.

Not to mention, there really is.

A ball of glittering light flew out of the third group and flew straight towards the massive mass.

This is the first time that this treasure ball has been actively invested.

When the orb fell into the arms of the huge amount, the huge amount grabbed it, and then a burst of light flashed, and the treasure ball automatically turned into a guitar and was grabbed by the huge amount in his hand.

"Wow, another magic weapon. ”

That's right, this guitar is also a medium-grade magic instrument. This is the only guitar level among Yang Qingcheng's many guitar instruments.

Originally, when he was on Earth, Yang Qingcheng would play the guitar, unlike the guqin, which was the experience passed down by the medicine elders, which was a skill that Yang Qingcheng himself would know, so during the long interstellar journey, several guitars were also made, and this guitar was the first successfully made guitar in the true sense.

It's just that now, I don't have the original idea, and at the same time I want to find a suitable owner for my guitar, but I didn't expect to find a huge amount of this fat man.

Although Yang Qingcheng had different emotions for this guitar, when it automatically threw itself into the arms of the fat man, Yang Qingcheng knew that his decision was right.

A collection of unused instruments/musical instruments does not reflect its value, and only by perfectly expressing its value can it live up to the significance of a instrument/instrument.

At this time, each of the eight brought back their own musical instruments, including two lyre, one gonghou, two pipa, two bamboo flutes and a guitar.

Among them, Xu Haixing and Yang Chaoxingsheng are two-pipe medium-grade magic instruments bamboo flute, Huang Lili and Bai Yulan are two-grade guqins, Wang Huihui and Chen Huimin are a medium-grade pipa and a low-grade pipa.

On the contrary, it is Du Ziji, which is a high-grade lying gonghou, which is a very old stringed instrument. In ancient times, it was mostly used for court music, and it was also widely spread among the people. But this kind of musical instrument is basically used by women, but I didn't expect Du Ziji to be small and black, and even the instruments used are jaw-dropping.

"Wow, is Du Ziji playing the gonghou?"

"What kind of rhythm is this, the little black man incarnates as a delicate woman and plays the piano?"

"No, this Konghou is a high-grade magic weapon, but a man, how can he stand it. ”

"Top-grade magic weapon, are you paying attention to the wrong point, this is a high-grade magic weapon!"

......

"Teacher, can I change it!" Du Ziji faced the ridicule and ridicule of his classmates, came to Yang Qingcheng, and said with a shy smile.

Yang Qingcheng sneered: "Do you think it's okay?"

"Hehe......"

"Do you think it's okay?" Yang Qingcheng asked the students.

"No, you can'....... ”

"Yes....... “

Two different answers rang out in the classroom.

Yang Qingcheng didn't care about the students on the field, turned back to Du Ziji and said:

"You really don't know how to be blessed in the midst of happiness, you should take advantage of this opportunity, why do you care what others think? When others laugh at you, are you going to die? Art has no boundaries, and there is no distinction between men and women. ”

Yang Qingcheng continued: "Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, empty mountains and clouds are not flowing. Jiang E cried that the bamboo was sorrowful, and Li relied on China to play the gonghou.

Kunshan jade shattered phoenix called, hibiscus wept and smiled. The cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and the twenty-three silks move the Purple Emperor.

Nuwa refines the stone to make up for the sky, and the stone breaks the sky and teases the autumn rain. Dreaming of the gods and goddesses in the sacred mountain, the old fish danced the wave and thin Jiao dance.

Wu Zhi sleepless leans on the laurel tree, and flies the wet cold rabbit with bare feet.

Do you know what this poem is about? There is a man named Li Ping in the poem, who was originally a disciple of the ancient Liyuan and became famous for his good ability to play the gonghou. At that time, the so-called "the Son of Heaven will see you once a day, and the prince will immediately greet him", and his value is far higher than that of artists of the same generation. His virtuosity was also warmly appreciated by poets, so he has been famous for centuries. Do you think there is anything that a man should not do?"

"Teacher, I was wrong. Du Ziji said with some shame.

"Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, and good is great. Let's go down!"