The atmosphere that Mr. Si and the students of Ruxingtang had been building up for an entire afternoon was completely broken by the sound of Zhao Rong's breaking strings.

In the eyes of some students, it is really disappointing that such an elegant event of "come with joy and leave with satisfaction" is gone just like that.

Si Wuxie stopped what he was doing and turned his head towards the sound of the broken string. He listened quietly for a while, then smiled and shook his head without saying a word.

Yu Huaijin glanced at Mr. Si, stood up and walked towards Zhao Rong.

Jia Tengying stared at his new roommate in a daze.

“Puff!”

Not far from Jia Tengying, there were two female students sitting upright. When they saw Zhao Rong clumsily breaking the strings of his zither, one of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Jia Tengying, this is your new roommate, right? Hahaha, did he also run away from that poor and remote place of yours? He can't even play the piano."

The woman, who couldn't help laughing, said happily.

This girl is tall and looks a bit "burly" in her school uniform, but she is different from Jia Tengying who wears a cotton jacket inside and a school uniform outside to keep warm. Or should we say that she is plump?

The female student had a chubby, slightly plump face, her eyes looked around with a high spirit, especially her big mouth, which was grinning, very ostentatious.

She looked at Jia Tengying with a smile, and although her words were aggressive, they were mostly meant as a joke.

The female student sighed, "Ah, Huai Jin has something to worry about again. You all really make Huai Jin worry."

Jia Tengying said nothing. He lowered his head and looked at the guqin given to him by senior Yu in front of him. He reached out and carefully stroked the body of the guqin.

"Redfish, stop talking."

Next to the smiling woman, another female student whispered. She pulled her friend Xiao Hongyu's sleeve and glanced at Jia Tengying's expression.

Xiao Hongyu turned around and looked at the timid female companion beside her, and nodded, "I know, Xueyou."

Xiao Hongyu restrained her smile, glanced at Jia Tengying, and said with a curled lip, "Ah, it's boring. I finally met a fellow countryman in the academy, but he turned out to be a dull person."

Jia Tengying did not respond. Although the two came from the same Shanxia Dynasty, their identities were very different.

"Hongyu..." Li Xueyu called again, and Xiao Hongyu turned around and continued to look at Zhao Rong in the distance with interest.

Jia Tengying raised his head and glanced at Li Xueyu. She had a pretty face, a slim figure and a graceful posture, but her temperament was weak and timid. Standing next to Xiao Hongyu, she looked even more slender and fragile.

Li Xueyu, Xiao Hongyu and Yu Huaijin are the only three female students in Shuexing Hall.

At this moment, Li Xueyu seemed to have noticed Jia Tengying's grateful gaze. She smiled slightly, but did not turn her head. She still stood quietly beside Xiao Hongyu, paying attention to Yu Huaijin.

At this moment, not far from the three of them, a male student with a feminine appearance finished playing a piece of music. The sound of Zhao Rong's broken strings just now did not affect his playing.

The feminine student took out a piece of white cloth and wiped the treasured guqin while glancing at Zhao Rong. He shook his head and said lightly:

"Oh, I'm afraid it's another Fan Yushu. During our Ruxing Hall's month-end exam, Fan Yushu did a good thing by asking for leave in time. He was away so he wouldn't drag down Ruxing Hall and took first place among the six halls. But now, it's not enough to have one Fan Yushu back, and he brought another one back. I don't think he'll be able to handle the next exam."

Xiao Hongyu nodded slightly after hearing this.

The same is true for some students around me.

"Wu Peiliang, who are you talking about?"

The feminine man's words happened to fall into the ears of Fan Yushu. He was watching Zhao Rong's good show with "gloating", but when he heard someone ridiculing him again, Fan Yushu immediately couldn't stand it. It was okay for Yu Huaijin to "bully" him, after all, he couldn't afford to offend him.

"I will criticize whoever holds us back." Wu Peiliang curled his lips.

This time, Fan Yushu did not rush to retort. He tilted his head to look at Wu Peiliang for a while, and suddenly smiled:

"Pei Niang, Brother Yushu really already has a fiancée. You'd better give up on this idea. Hey, it's impossible for us. Don't try to attract me in this way. I'm the man you will never get... I just regret that we couldn't meet earlier. Look at how Pei Niang looks now. She must have been more beautiful before. It's a pity that we didn't meet in our best years."

Fan Yushu sighed softly, his tone regretful, especially on the word "mother", which he emphasized very heavily.

Wu Peiliang wiped the piano with his hands and clenched them tightly. He looked up suddenly and noticed the teasing looks from other students around him. Wu Peiliang blushed and said anxiously, "Fan Yushu, who are you talking about? My name is Wu Peiliang!"

Fan Yushu looked at Wu Peiliang's face with a smile and found that saying this could indeed make him angry. Alas, it really works every time.

Fan Yushu shrugged and said, "I'll blame whoever is a sissy."

Wu Peiliang stared at Fan Yushu with his eyes wide open, "You, you, you scum of gentlemanly virtue, you scum of gentlemanly virtue!"

Fan Yushu greeted her with a smile, "Hey, you are so anxious, don't be anxious, Pei Niang, please speak slowly, don't worry yourself to death."

“You, you…”

Just as the argument between the two was getting more intense, Yu Huaijin in front suddenly turned around and looked over here.

Wu Peiliang swallowed the words he was about to say. He glared at Fan Yushu, then lowered his head and ignored him, continuing to wipe the guqin.

The students who came to watch the fun also dispersed tacitly and no longer gathered together. After all, it was Mr. Si's class. Although Mr. Si never "looked" at them and did not care about any classroom discipline, which all required them to abide by consciously, the overall academic atmosphere of Suixing Hall was still very good. After all, there was Yu Huaijin, who was famous in the six halls, here.

Fan Yushu ignored Wu Peiliang's look. He had long been fed up with Wu Peiliang's condescending attitude. Relying on his better knowledge than others, he looked down on this and that, and those who were worse than him were all treated with a condescending attitude of refusing to associate with them.

Besides, this was not the first time the two had quarreled. Fan Yushu had long been accustomed to Wu Peiliang's useless look that was just looking for trouble, like "Don't leave after school". He just found it very boring.

Fan Yushu restrained the smile that had angered Wu Peiliang, and stopped smiling playfully. He winked at Yu Huaijin who turned around.

At the other end of the corridor,

After the string broke, Zhao Rong looked up, met the gazes of his classmates, looked around with a smile, and then he bowed apologetically.

Zhao Rong looked down at his two slender fingers, and was somewhat impressed by the finger strength of himself, a "martial artist".

Although Zhao Rong still wore the same Confucian robe and had a thin figure, he was no longer the weak scholar he used to be. It was he who killed Li Shida by piercing the sword furnace with these two fingers in Liangjing of the Wei Dynasty.

You have to know that Li Shida had reached the Fuyao realm at that time, but he was still killed by this warrior who had a steady physique and was at the Dengtian realm.

Zhao Rong has been struggling to reach the Fuyao realm recently, and his internal Qi is a little disordered. This is reflected in his inability to control his strength, and his fingers are not so flexible. In addition, he has been separated from a little fox demon for a long time...

Zhao Rong glanced at the teeth marks on his wrist that had not yet disappeared, and suddenly remembered that he had grabbed the wrong jade last night.

No wonder Qingjun bit him in anger. The force in his hand was not light or strong, it must have hurt a little...

When Zhao Rong was lost in thought and blaming himself, Yu Huaijin walked up to him. She glanced at the broken stringed zither on his knees and said softly, "Brother Zhao, is your hand okay?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's okay, thank you Brother Yu for your concern."

Yu Huaijin didn't continue to be polite with him. After receiving the reply that nothing was wrong, he said expressionlessly:

"If you're fine, then continue with the lesson. Brother Zhao, be careful and don't break the strings again. This is a taboo in music."

When Zhao Rong heard that he was going to continue, he immediately felt that something was wrong with him.

Zhao Rong looked up at Yu Huaijin and blinked, "I'm sorry, Brother Yu, I don't have my zither anymore. How about I just sit in and listen to the performances of the master and the brothers?"

Yu Huaijin still put his hands in his sleeves and held it up, with a straight face, "It's okay, I have it."

After saying this, she pulled her hand out from her wide sleeves, revealing a miniature guqin tied with a red ribbon between her fingers.

Yu Huaijin gently threw the small guqin forward. The red ribbon untied in the air, and the pocket-sized guqin suddenly grew larger in the air. When it arrived in front of Zhao Rong, it had returned to its normal size.

The first thing Zhao Rong looked at was not the guqin, but was attracted by the two dazzling white things that Yu Huaijin pulled out from his sleeves.

Beneath the thin and simple sleeves of the student uniform, there was a pair of hands that looked like they were carved from the finest white jade. The fingers were pointed, slender, straight and white. Her fair face seemed much darker than these small hands. Her fingers were truly as white as scallion roots.

Her hands are well maintained, either they are born that way or she is just a person who loves her hands very much. However, given her short and thin figure, it doesn't look like they are naturally that way either.

However, Zhao Rong didn't have time to take a closer look.

As if she had noticed his wandering gaze, Yu Huaijin quickly hid her hands back into her sleeves, revealing nothing, with her hands held in front of her body.

She stared at Zhao Rong with an unchanged expression, "Brother Zhao, please take the zither."

Seeing that there was no way to hide, Zhao Rong had no choice but to reach out and take the guqin from the air and placed it between his knees. The body of the guqin sank slightly. He lowered his head and took a casual look. The style of the guqin was the same as the one whose strings had just been broken. It was ordinary and common, with nothing special about it.

Zhao Rong, who was lowering his head, noticed Yu Huaijin's gaze watching him. Suddenly, his mind moved, and he secretly exerted force with his fingers, plucking the strings of the guqin on his knees as he had just done.

But... it can't be pulled!

Clang——!

As soon as Zhao Rong let go of the string with his index finger, the sound of the piano became muffled.

Yu Huaijin turned around and walked towards his original seat.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at this ordinary guqin. Is it so durable?

He reached out and continued to fiddle with it.

Clang, clang, clang.

The sound of the piano was still low and muffled, and it sounded very ordinary to the ears of the other students present.

However, Mr. Si raised his head slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and his chin nodded.

“There’s something wrong with this piano.”

A voice sounded in Zhao Rong's heart, and Gui couldn't help but say.

"Something is wrong, but it is indeed stronger." Zhao Rong was curious.

The sword spirit, which was in a special soul state, remained silent upon hearing this, because in its ears, the sounds of the piano, which had long since disappeared into the air, were still ringing continuously.

Moreover, it was not the muffled sound that Zhao Rong heard outside, but... it was like the long cry of a phoenix in the sky, clear and bright in the clouds.

Gui suddenly said: "The body of this zither is made of golden phoenix sycamore wood. Golden phoenix sycamore wood grows at the sunset of the West Sea. It will not die for three thousand years, will not fall for three thousand years, and will be immortal for three thousand years. As for the strings..."

Gui's eyes moved away from the black zither body with ordinary style and strange wood grain, and stared at the seven "Zhongqing" strings on Zhao Rong's palm for a while before saying:

"I can't see what kind of silk is inside these strings, and I guess you can't untie them either, but the glue that wraps the strings... is made of the dragon tendons of the human Yuanying realm cultivator's Shenhua dragon."

Zhao Rong didn't have much idea about it after hearing it, but he still understood the "Nascent Soul Realm" and knew what it was.

He blinked and looked up at Yu Huaijin's thin but straight back.

What kind of family is this?

However, Zhao Rong had recently met Ji Qianyi, who looked even more pretentious, at the Nuanxi Yaji in Taiqing Prefecture, and he had a thick volume of high-quality poems with him.

He also knew that these four prefectures and one academy, which brought together the best talents of the continent, were full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, so he did not feel too much.

Zhao Rong looked down at this "good thing", clasped his fingers with both hands, and then, with some interest, he began to play his magic-sealing piano technique.

Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...

On the field, Jia Tengying, Xiao Hongyu, Jia Tengying and others had already started playing their own pianos again, but were suddenly interrupted by the "heavenly sound" coming from Zhao Rong. They stopped and looked in the direction of Zhao Rong.

Yu Huaijin, who was leaving with her back to Zhao Rong, stopped and paused for a moment, then turned around and returned to Zhao Rong.

The two were three steps apart, and Yu Huaijin sat next to Zhao Rong. "Zhao Ziyu, have you never learned the art of playing the zither before?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and shook his head, "I learned a little, but I haven't practiced it seriously."

Yu Huaijin stared at Zhao Rong and nodded seriously, "I understand."

She added: "Then start from the most basic."

Immediately, she began to teach Zhao Rong how to play the piano.

Zhao Rong was not interested in playing the zither, but at this moment he had no choice but to start from scratch with Yu Huaijin, learning the basic fingerings, rules, etc.

In fact, these were originally Mr. Si’s job, but most of the students at Shuxingtang had already started learning the art of playing the zither, so Mr. Si’s courses had to take care of the majority of students.

Yu Huaijin is not only a senior student of Shuexing Hall, but also an assistant teacher chosen early on by Mr. Si. Since Mr. Si is blind, he assisted him in teaching. Therefore, it is his duty to teach Zhao Rong, a beginner, how to play the piano.

Gradually, the sun sets and night falls.

The first day of classes after Zhao Rong returned to Linlu Academy ended.