The Ruxing Hall is very spacious.

Zhao Rong looked around and saw that about thirty or forty students had already taken their seats, but there were still many empty seats.

"We should all be here now." 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 place for students of our Ruxing School to carry out activities. We usually come here for morning and night studies. If there is something going on in the school, or if our Fish University headmaster is interested in coming and wants to lecture us, we will also gather here to handle the matter."

While introducing Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu noticed the gaze of a certain old-fashioned woman sitting in the front row. He turned around and smiled brightly at her, as if the words he had just complained to Zhao Rong outside the door had never existed.

"Then are the teachers in class?" Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and asked.

Fan Yushu smiled and turned back, "The teachers' class locations are not fixed... Well, how should I put it? The teachers in our school are all very individual. You will know it later."

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

Fan Yushu came to a corner with ease.

The seats in Suixing Hall were all a combination of low mahogany tables and bamboo mats for kneeling, but the bamboo mat where he was sitting was covered with soft and fluffy velvet cushions.

Fan Yushu sat down, twisting his body for comfort. He laid his whole body on the table covered with soft silk cloth, picked up a book and spread it on the back of his head, and let out a long breath, "Ah, it's comfortable. The kneeling cushion in Four Seasons Hall is too hard. My butt is about to bloom from sitting on it."

Fan Yushu complained, but his movement made a lot of noise in the Suixing Hall, which had become very quiet since a certain old-fashioned woman came in.

Yu Huaijin in the front row turned around with a stern face.

Fan Yushu sensed the murderous aura and had a strong sense of crisis. He straightened his back and sat upright.

It turned out that the books covering his head were all blown to the back of his head.

Yu Huaijin and Fan Yushu, who had a serious expression, looked at each other for a moment and then turned their heads away.

Zhao Rong saw this scene, smiled and shook his head.

He sat down next to Fan Yushu, looked outside the door, and asked:

"What art class is this afternoon?"

Fan Yushu thought for a moment and said, "Today... well, it's Mr. Si's class on music and art."

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 copy of the Confucian classics that Mr. Yan had given him, lowered his head and flipped through it, saying:

"Music and art? That's boring."

Zhao Rong had long discovered that he had no musical talent. Apart from having a basic understanding of the musical principles mentioned in Confucian classics, he had never played any music.

Before, when they were in Zhongnan Kingdom, he was playing the zither halfway through when Lin Wenruo complained about his zither skills. Later, the "Ming Yu" zither given to him did arouse some interest in the zither. However, Wenruo seemed to have forgotten about it and did not give it to him.

So Zhao Rong really has no interest in the art of playing the zither now.

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

When combined with another art, "ritual", its importance is comparable to that of the great art of Confucianism.

The ancient sages said, "Establish your foundation on propriety and achieve your goal through music."

Because "rituals are different, but music is the same."

That is, etiquette is used to distinguish the differences in class and social status among people, but if etiquette is only used to indicate the differences in class and status among people, it will cause psychological and emotional imbalance among the people of the entire country.

This is disadvantageous for small countries at the foot of the mountain that are governed by Confucian scholars using Confucianism, or for large dynasties that are large enough to include the immortals on the mountain.

After all, Confucianism emphasizes involvement in the world and governing the country.

A stable country and power must be able to distinguish different levels, and more importantly, be able to unite these differentiated classes.

Therefore, there is the adjustment of "joy and unity", and "joy" provides a channel to break down status differences.

In the hierarchical and ritual-based dynasty, "music" became an important link in reconciling 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 below the mountain, the Xuanhuang human race and the alien demon race, can all be connected by "music" to subtly ease the conflicts.

In addition, the ritual sacrifices and some ritual arrangements of the Confucian Temple also require the assistance of music.

This is the art of music, one of the six arts of Confucian scholars.

It is said that the magnificent music played by great monks who are proficient in music, Confucianism and Taoism can infect the emotions of the people of a country and make them pure, kind and simple.

It’s just that the way of “music” is different from the ways of classics, rituals, etc. It is unique to Confucianism. There are also those who are good at music among the monks of other hundreds of schools.

Rumor has it that among the hundreds of families on the mountain, there are some who can cultivate "music" to the extreme. They all have an ancient title, musicians.

“No, no, no,” seeing Zhao Rong’s bored look, Fan Yushu shook his head and said, “Zi Yu, if that’s the case, then you will definitely like Mr. Si’s class.”

Zhao Rong turned a page of the book, his eyes fixed on it, but he also raised an eyebrow.

Fan Yushu said seriously, "Mr. Si never looked at us during class, so, Ziyu, you can do whatever you want."

"Oh, that's good." Zhao Rong nodded in agreement. He had already chosen the Confucian classics and Taoism. Now he was always thinking about the Confucian classics in his mind. Meeting this kind of gentleman who only talked about his own things and didn't care about anything else, Zhao Rong could just free up his energy to do his own things.

Fan Yushu stretched himself lazily, then thought of something and pounded his hands, "When I attend Mr. Shang Si's class, I usually close my eyes and enjoy the music he plays. But Yu Huaijin, that woman, doesn't understand the essence of Mr. Shang Si's music appreciation and even controls my eyelids."

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

"However, the only bad thing about Mr. Si is that he likes to take us everywhere sometimes. How can I close my eyes..."

Fan Yushu was complaining to Zhao Rong when he suddenly stopped talking.

Yu Huaijin in the front row suddenly stood up and went out the door. After three breaths, he came back.

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

"Mr. said, we will go swimming in the afternoon."

All the students in Ruexing Hall stood up in unison in response, and followed Yu Huaijin out.

After Fan Yushu was interrupted, he sighed and stood up, "Let's go, Ziyu, Mr. Si has to teach outside."

Zhao Rong took the book and went out.

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

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

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

The other two were standing behind the middle-aged man, dressed like servants. One of them was holding a bamboo stick, and the other was holding a long object wrapped in white cloth. Judging from the shape, Zhao Rong guessed it should be a guqin.

Because in Confucianism, the zither occupies a special position. The sage said that the zither is used to cultivate one's morality, restrain evil and prevent temptation. Therefore, a gentleman will never leave it without a reason.

When all the students gathered in the open space in front of the hall, Yu Huaijin walked up to the middle-aged man and saluted, "Mr. Si, everyone is here, we can set off."

Si Wuxie turned around and looked at the students of Ruxingtang in front of him, smiling appropriately and nodded slightly.

However, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and if you looked closely, you could see that they were empty and lifeless.

Zhao Rong suddenly realized that Mr. Si was a blind man.

He turned and looked at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu was winking at Zhao Rong.

See, I was right, Mr. Si never looked at us...

The corner of 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 winking eyes, he didn't smile, but turned his head back. As a result, at this moment, he happened to meet the "gaze" of the blind Mr. Si.

Those were a pair of dull and lifeless eyes.

Zhao Rong's heart suddenly sank.

At the same time, Gui, who had been in a cold war with him for half a day, suddenly spoke, and his voice echoed in Zhao Rong's heart, which was already in ripples.

"These flesh eyes are not his eyes. This man's eyes... have been gouged out."

Zhao Rong frowned, and after a moment, he wanted to ask again, but Gui had already spoken again.

"Don't worry, there should be no bad intentions. Besides, this academy teacher is just a mortal, and his physique is not even as good as yours before you started practicing."

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

In front, Yu Huaijin also saw Si Wuxie's "gaze" towards Zhao Rong.

She explained, "Sir, his name is Zhao Ziyu, and he is a student who just came to Ruxing Hall today."

"Zhao Ziyu, Ziyu..." Si Wuxie nodded and muttered softly with a slightly magnetic voice.

He looked up and smiled at Zhao Rong, then turned his head and "looked" at Yu Huaijin for a while, then his eyes moved back and forth between the two of them for a moment, and suddenly said:

"Yu Huaijin, Zhao Ziyu... Huaijin Wuyu... nice names..."

Si Wuxie muttered to himself, reached out to take the bamboo stick from the servant, turned around, put down the stick, and slowly walked towards the corridor.

Two servants followed.

Behind them, the students of Ruxing Hall turned their heads one after another, looking at each other in confusion.

Then everyone looked at Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin.

Zhao Rong remained silent.

Yu Huaijin's usually calm face furrowed its brows, which were rarely seen, as he stared at Mr. Si's back.

But neither of them looked at each other.

Fan Yushu, who was standing by, immediately perked up and said in amazement, "Holding Jin and holding Yu, Jin and Yu both mean beautiful jade. It is indeed a good name. I hadn't realized it before... Ziyu, you and Senior Yu are a perfect match just by listening to your names. You look like a couple."

He turned to look at Zhao Rong and said sincerely, "Alas, Ziyu is so lucky. She already has a sister-in-law, and now she has a confidante..."

Fan Yushu paused.

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

Fan Yushu was unyielding and said with a stiff neck: "Okay, even the way you look at me is the same. I think sooner or later you will get one..."

Zhao Rong turned to Yu Huaijin and said, "Senior Yu, I suddenly remembered something. Brother Yushu is indeed very hardworking in Taiqing Mansion. He is busy from morning to night, but he is always writing love letters to a fairy named Ye in Fuyao Mansion."

Yu Huaijin nodded, walked forward and caught up with Mr. Si, while keeping a straight face and said lightly:

"Fan Yushu, you must stay in the dormitory on all the days off this month. I will personally supervise your study. You must not miss a single word of your previous homework. Submit it to me within ten days. Otherwise, I will accompany you on the days off next month."

Fan Yushu: “…”

The strong man suddenly became weak.

"Ah, no, no, Senior Yu, I was wrong. I was just joking to liven up the atmosphere. Don't take it seriously. Don't take it seriously. I'm just worried that you'll age quickly if you keep a stern face every day... I'm just being thoughtful... I... I..."

Fan Yushu wailed.

Yu Huaijin ignored him and followed Mr. Si with the other students from Ruexingtang.

Zhao Rong whistled, glanced at Fan Yushu, and walked away with a slight smile on his face.

Fan Yushu stared blankly at Zhao Rong from behind.

Zhao Rong found this afternoon's art class very interesting. Mr. Si hardly said a word throughout the whole class.

He and the other students of Ruxingtang were equally silent and followed Mr. Si.

Linlu Academy covers a large area, and people are walking among the quiet mountains and forests.

It's like walking in autumn, stopping and walking.

When Mr. Si walked, they walked; when Mr. Si stopped, they stopped.

Sometimes, when walking under the lush red leaves in the forest, a cool breeze blows, the forest waves, and the rustling of thousands of autumn leaves, layer upon layer, the sound rises and falls.

Si Wuxie would slowly stop, put down his walking stick and stand still.

Zhao Rong and the students of Ruexingtang also stopped and listened to the sound of the waves in the forest together.

Sometimes, when passing by a clear spring in the mountain stream, the spring water gurgles, hitting the pebbles, the fish swim happily, and the water splashes.

Mr. Si would stop and ask everyone to listen carefully.

Sometimes, even if it is just a row of ants on a rock, they move their food in a zigzag and shaky manner, making almost no sound.

Mr. Si will also stop.

Not to mention the sound of the lone wild geese spreading their wings and the returning geese flying by.

The world has a beautiful sound, and Mr. Si led the students to listen to it in the subtlest way.

This was Zhao Rong’s first music art class.

However, although he felt that the gentleman's teaching method was somewhat novel, he still had no interest in entertainment such as playing the piano and flute.

As the sun was setting, Si Wuxie returned with the students of Ruxingtang.

While walking on the corridor, Si Wuxie suddenly stopped.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the ink pool beside the corridor was filled with gold. Zhao Rong and the students tilted their heads to look at the lake beside Mr. Si, which was full of brilliance.

The golden afterglow also filled Mr. Si's lifeless eyes, as if they were full of life again.

This scene is so beautiful.

The silent Si Wuxie suddenly sat down beside the railing on one side of the Blue Lake and took the object wrapped in white cloth from the hand of the servant who was following him.

He sat upright, looking straight at the students in front of him, fumbling with his hands to open the white cloth bag, took out a guqin from it, and placed 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 of the guqin was wrapped in layers of black cloth, which fixed the body that was broken into two pieces for some unknown reason.

Upon seeing this, the students of Shuexingtang sat down casually on the corridor next to Mr. Si as if they were familiar with the place. Then they took out their own guqin and placed it horizontally between their knees.

Si Wuxie began to pluck the piano with his slender fingers. The movement between his fingers was like fluttering butterflies, which was very beautiful to watch. But what was even more beautiful was the sound of his piano.

The students either stared or closed their eyes to appreciate.

Gradually, inspired by the sound of the piano, I also began to try to play the piano.

The lazy Fan Yushu also straightened up and played the guqin quite skillfully. He was a little unfamiliar with it, but Zhao Rong beside him thought it sounded good.

Yu Huaijin sat upright, took out a handkerchief to wipe his ten fingers, and then placed his fingers lightly on the thin strings, brewing in silence.

Seeing that everyone else was immersed in Mr. Si's piano playing, Zhao Rong also took out an ordinary guqin that he had prepared.

Zhao Rong looked down at the piano and thought about the casual and free-spirited playing style of Lin Wenruo that he had seen before.

He held up a finger.

Against the string.

Upward area.

clank--!

clank--!

clank--!

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

Fan Yushu froze, his mouth twitching, and he looked up at Zhao Rong.

Jia Tengying looked at Zhao Rong with his mouth open.

Yu Huaijin turned his head expressionlessly.

"Huh, why am I so weak..." Zhao Rong looked at his fingers, then looked at the broken string that was left with only one, and muttered softly.

He stretched out his finger again and moved it "gently".

Clang——!

The only remaining string was broken.

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly, raised his head, and faced the gazes of the people around him. "Sorry, it's my first time, so I was a little too strong."

Everyone: “…”