Zhao Rong looked around and saw that about thirty or forty students had already taken their seats, and there were still many vacant seats.
"In addition, we should all be here." Fan Yushu said as he walked.
He noticed Zhao Rong's expression of looking around and said casually:
"This school is just a relatively fixed place for students of our Sui Xing Hall. Generally, they can come here for morning reading and night reading. If there is anything about the school, or if our fish master is interested, I would like to come here.
If you want to give us a lecture, we will also gather here to do our work."
While introducing Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu noticed the gaze cast by a certain old-fashioned woman sitting in the front row. 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.
Same.
"What about the class, gentlemen?" Zhao Rong said as he looked away.
Fan Yushu turned back with a smile, "Gentlemen's class locations are not fixed... Well, how should I put it, the gentlemen in our academy all have their own personalities, and you will know about it later."
Zhao Rong followed Fan Yushu to sit in an empty seat at the back.
Fan Yushu arrived at a corner with ease.
The seats in Suixing Hall are all a combination of short mahogany tables and bamboo mats for kneeling, but the bamboo mat in his position is cushioned with soft and fluffy velvet futons.
Fan Yushu sat down and twisted comfortably. He lay on the table covered with soft silk cloth. He picked up a book and spread it over the back of his head. He let out a long breath, "
Ah, it’s so comfortable. The kneeling cushions in the Four Seasons Hall are so hard that my buttocks are about to bloom when I sit on them.”
Fan Yushu complained, but his words made a lot of noise in the Sui Xing Hall, which had been quiet since a certain old-fashioned woman came in.
Yu Huaijin, who was in the front row, turned around with a straight face.
Fan Yushu felt the murderous intent and felt a sense of crisis. He let out a thud, straightened his waist, and sat upright.
The books that were originally covering my head were pushed to the back of my head.
Yu Huaijin and Fan Yushu, who looked serious, looked at each other for a moment and then turned back.
Zhao Rong saw this scene and shook his head with a smile.
He sat down next to Fan Yushu, looked outside the door, and said:
"What art class is this afternoon?"
Fan Yushu thought for a moment, "Today...well, it's Music Art, Mr. Si's class."
He turned to Zhao Rong and said seriously: "Believe me, you will like Mr. Si's class."
Zhao Rong shook his head, took out a book of Confucian classics annotations given to him by Mr. Yan, lowered his head, opened it, looked at it, and said:
"Leyi? It's boring. I don't like it."
Zhao Rong had long discovered that he had no musical talent. Apart from knowing a little about the rhythms mentioned in Confucian classics, he had never played a few pieces of music.
When he was in Zhongnan Kingdom, Lin Wenruo complained about his piano skills. The "Ming Yu" he gave to him later made Zhao Rong more interested in the piano. However, Wenruo seemed to have forgotten it and did not give it to him.
He did.
So Zhao Rong really has no interest in piano art now.
However, music art can be listed as one of the six Confucian arts, and it is indeed important in Confucianism.
It is paired with another art "ritual", and its importance can be compared with the Confucian arts.
Xian Sheng said, "Established in ritual, accomplished in music."
Because "the etiquette is different but the joy is the same".
That is to say, etiquette is used to distinguish the differences in class and social status between people. However, if etiquette is only used to show the differences in class and status, it will cause psychological and emotional imbalance among the people of the entire country.
This is detrimental to small countries at the foot of the mountain governed by Confucian scholars, or to large dynasties that are large enough to include the Immortal Family on the mountain.
After all, Confucianism emphasizes being out of the world, governing the world and bringing peace to the country.
A stable country and power must be able to distinguish different levels, and more importantly, be able to unite these separated classes.
Therefore, with the adjustment of "乐和同", "乐" provides a channel through which status differences can be broken.
In the strict hierarchical etiquette dynasty, "music" became an important link to reconcile emotions 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 at the foot of the mountain, the Xuanhuang human race and the alien monster race, can all use "joy" to connect and subtly alleviate conflicts.
In addition, the ceremonial sacrifices in Confucian temples and the arrangement of some etiquette formations also need music to assist.
This is the "music" art, one of the six Confucian arts.
It is said that the brilliant music played by great monks who practice music and Confucianism can infect the emotions of the people of a country and make them pure, kind and simple.
It's just that the way of "joy" is different from the scriptures, meanings, etiquette, etc., and is unique to Confucianism. There are also monks from hundreds of other schools who are good at music.
It is rumored that among the hundreds of schools on the mountain, there are several beings who can cultivate "music" to the extreme. They all have an ancient title, musician.
"No, no, no," seeing Zhao Rong's bored look, Fan Yushu shook his head and said, "Tzuyu, if that's the case, then you might like Mr. Si's class."
Zhao Rong turned over a page of the book, his eyes not moving from the book, but he also raised his eyebrows.
Fan Yushu said seriously, "Mr. Si never looks at us in class, so, Ziyu, you know, you can do whatever you want."
"Oh, that's good." Zhao Rong nodded in agreement. He had already chosen Confucianism and Taoism. Now he has been thinking about Confucianism in his heart. When encountering a gentleman like this who talks about his own affairs, Zhao Rong
Just enough to free up his energy to do his own thing.
Fan Yushu stretched, then thought of something, and clapped his hands and said, "When I take Mr. Si's class, I usually close my eyes and enjoy the music he plays, but this guy Yu Huaijin doesn't understand the essence of Mr. Si's music.
I don’t care about anything.”
Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu and had a new understanding of him.
"However, the only bad thing about Mr. Si is that sometimes he likes to take us everywhere, 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 stood up and went outside the door. After three breaths, he left and returned.
Yu Huaijin stood in front of the door with her hands held up, her hands covered by her wide sleeves. Her expression was calm and her words were concise.
"Sir, I'd like to take a tour in the afternoon."
All the students in Suixing Hall stood up in unison and followed Yu Huaijin outside.
After Fan Yushu's words were interrupted, he sighed and stood up, "Let's go, Ziyu, Mr. Si is going to class outside."
Zhao Rong took the book and went to the door.
The students of Suixing Hall 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 clump of young bamboo outside the lobby.
One is a middle-aged man with a slender figure, a gentle face, and an elegant temperament. He is tilting his head slightly, as if he is looking at the young bamboo clump.
The other two were standing behind the middle-aged man, dressed as book boys. One was holding a bamboo stick, and the other was holding a long object wrapped in white cloth. Judging from the shape, Zhao Rong estimated that it should be a guqin.
Because in Confucianism, the harp occupies a special position. The sage said that the harp player is the one who cultivates one's moral integrity, rationality, prohibits evil and prevents adultery, so a gentleman does not remove it from his body without any reason.
When all the students had arrived in the open space in front of the lobby, Yu Huaijin stepped forward and saluted the middle-aged man, "Mr. Si, everyone has arrived and we can set off."
Si Wuxie turned her head and looked at the students of Sui Xing Hall in front of her, smiling broadly and nodding lightly.
However, his eyes were staring straight ahead. If you look carefully, you can see that these eyes are empty and lifeless.
Zhao Rong suddenly realized that Mr. Si was blind.
He turned to look at Fan Yushu.
Fan Yushu was blinking at Zhao Rong.
Look, what I said is right, Mr. Si never looked at us...
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.
Si Wuxie did not move, he suddenly turned his head and "looked" somewhere in the crowd.
Zhao Rong didn't look at Fan Yushu's wink. He didn't smile, but turned his head. At this moment, he happened to meet the "eyes" cast by the blind Mr. Si.
Those are a pair of dull eyes.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt horrified in his heart.
At the same time, Gui, who had been having a cold war with him for a long time, suddenly spoke, and his voice echoed in Zhao Rong's heart.
"These naked eyes are not his. This man's eyes... were gouged out."
Zhao Rong frowned. For a moment, he wanted to stop, but Gui had already spoken again.
"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any ill intentions. Besides, this academy gentleman is just a mortal. He's not even as good as your body before you started practicing."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, but his brows were still furrowed.
Ahead, Yu Huaijin also saw Si Wuxie's "eyesight" directed in the direction of Zhao Rong.
She explained: "Mr. Zhen, his name is Zhao Ziyu, and he is a student who just came to Suixing Hall today."
"Zhao Ziyu, Ziyu..." Si Wuxie nodded and muttered softly, her voice slightly magnetic.
He raised his head, smiled at Zhao Rong, then turned his head and "looked" at Yu Huaijin for a while, then his eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them for a moment, and suddenly said:
"Yu Huaijin, Zhao Ziyu... Huaijin holds Yu... such a good name..."
Si Wuxie muttered to himself, reached out to take the bamboo stick from the book boy, turned around and stood on the stick, and walked slowly towards the corridor.
The two book boys followed him away.
Behind them, the students of Suixing Hall turned their heads one after another, their eyes mingling with each other, somewhat inexplicably.
Immediately everyone looked at Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin.
Zhao Rong remained silent.
Yu Huaijin's always calm face had a rare frown.
But neither of them looked at each other.
Fan Yushu on the side suddenly became energetic and exclaimed: "Huai Jin holds Yu, Jin, and Yu are all beautiful jade. It is indeed a good name. I haven't noticed it before... Ziyu, you and Senior Yu just listen to the names."
They are a perfect match, and they look like husband and wife."
Just as unremarkable.
He turned to look at Zhao Rong and said in a sincere tone: "Oh, Ziyu is really blessed. He already has a younger brother and sister, and now he has a confidante..."
Fan Yushu spoke for a moment.
Because Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin turned their heads to look at him almost at the same time.
Fan Yushu stood firm and stiffened his neck and said: "Okay, even if you look at me with the same look, I think you will get it sooner or later..."
Zhao Rong turned to Yu Huaijin and said: "Senior Yu, I suddenly thought of something. Brother Yushu is really working hard in Taiqing Mansion. He is busy from morning to night, but he always writes love letters to a fairy named Ye in Fuyao Mansion.
.”
Yu Huaijin nodded, walked forward to follow Mr. Si, and wrote lightly with a straight face:
"Fan Yushu, on all holidays this month, you should stay in the school dormitory and don't leave. I will personally supervise your study. You must not miss a word of the previous homework and hand it over to me within ten days. Otherwise, the next lesson will be handed over to me.
I will still accompany you on your monthly holiday."
Fan Yushu: “…………”
The strong man's bones suddenly softened.
"Ah, don't say goodbye, 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 afraid you will grow old quickly if you keep a straight face every day... I am
A lot of hard work...I, I..."
Fan Yushu howled.
Yu Huaijin ignored him and followed Mr. Si with other students from Suixing Hall.
Zhao Rong whistled, glanced at Fan Yushu, and walked away with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
Fan Yushu stared at Zhao Rong from behind.
Zhao Rong found this art class in the afternoon very interesting, and Mr. Si almost didn't say a word during the whole session.
He was as silent as the students of Suixing Hall and followed Mr. Si.
Linlu Academy occupies a huge area, and everyone is walking among the quiet mountains and forests.
It's like walking in autumn, walking and stopping.
When Mr. Thinking walked, they walked; when Mr. Thinking stopped, they stopped.
Sometimes, while walking under the red leaves of the lush forest, the cool breeze blows, and the waves of the forest sea are heard. Thousands of autumn leaves rustle, layer upon layer, and the sound rises and falls.
Si Wuxie will stop slowly and stand still with his staff.
Zhao Rong and the students of Suixing Hall also stopped and listened to Lin Haisha's sound together.
Sometimes, I pass by a clear spring in a mountain stream. The water in the spring is tinkling, the pebbles are tapping, the fish are dancing happily, and the water is splashing.
Mr. Si will stop and lead everyone to listen carefully.
Sometimes, even if there is just a row of ants on the rock, zigzagging and swaying to carry food, the sound is almost silent.
Mr. Si will also stop.
Not to mention the sound of the solitary eagle spreading its wings and the sound of returning geese flying by.
There is a beautiful sound in heaven and earth. In the faintest moment, Mr. Si led all the students to listen.
This is Zhao Rong’s first music class.
However, although he felt that this gentleman's teaching method was a bit novel, he still had no interest in playing the piano and flute.
As the sun was approaching, Si Wuxie returned with the students of Suixing Hall.
While walking on the corridor, Si Wuxie suddenly stopped.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the ink pond next to the corridor was filled with a lake of gold. Zhao Rong and the students turned their heads to look at the lake beside Mr. Si, and their eyes were filled with brilliance.
And the golden afterglow also filled Mr. Si's empty and lifeless eyes, as if they were regaining their vitality.
This situation and scene are so beautiful.
The silent Si Wuxie suddenly sat by the railing on the side of the Blue Lake and took the white cloth-wrapped object from the hands of the book boy who was following him.
He sat upright, looking directly at the students in front of him, groping with both hands to open the white cloth bag, taking out a guqin and placing it horizontally between his knees.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and found that Mr. Si's guqin had been broken. About one-third of the body was wrapped in layers of black cloth, and the two parts that had been broken into two parts for unknown reasons were merged and fixed.
Seeing this, the students of Suixing Hall sat down next to Mr. Si, who were familiar with everything. They took out their own guqins and placed them horizontally between their knees.
Thinking innocently, he moved his fingers, and the movements between his fingers were like butterflies flying. It was very beautiful to watch, and what was even more beautiful was the sound of his piano.
The students either stared or closed their eyes to appreciate it.
Gradually, inspired by the sound of the piano, I also began to try playing the piano.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong also took out a prepared ordinary guqin. He lowered his head to look at the qin and thought about it.
Stretch your fingers.
Play.
Clang, clank, clang, clang———!
The whole place was quiet.
Zhao Rong looked at the severed Qin and twitched the corner of his mouth.