"Yes, Headmaster." The small child agreed and read out the contents of the letter.
It was a letter of request.
The content was that Ma Junjie said that his son Ma Wencai was about to enter the Ni Shan Academy and asked the old teacher to take care of him.
After reading the contents of the letter.
The Confucians present all looked embarrassed.
This was indeed not a letter suitable for reading in public.
It was obvious that he had used the back door!
"This Ma Junjie is getting old. He doesn't know how to improve.”
Ding Chengbing shook his head.
"No one is allowed to play favoritism in this selection test. Otherwise, you will be expelled from the Academy and never be able to return.”
Then, Ding Chengbing casually glanced around.
With just one glance, everyone present felt as if their shoulders weighed a thousand pounds.
Everyone nodded.
No one dared to disobey the Old Master's orders in the Nishan Academy.
Suddenly.
A melodious sound of a zither came from the attic.
The clear and smooth sound of the zither was like flowing water, but it also carried a faint sadness.
Hearing the sound of the zither, everyone in the attic laughed.
Look at their expressions.
It seemed like this was not the first time he had heard the zither.
"It seems that Young Master Xiao's zither music has improved quite a bit.”
"Yes, skilled finger techniques and exquisite emotions are indeed extraordinary.”
"I reckon that our Ni Shan Academy won't be able to find another student who can match him.”
"Not to mention a student, even if that stubborn old man came, he probably couldn't compare to this good disciple of his!”
All the great Confucians were intoxicated by the sound of the zither.
From time to time, he would even comment.
All the great Confucians present were the top of the world.
Just by listening for a moment, one could understand the strength of the zither player.
Ding Chengbing nodded secretly.
This little girl was really rare.
What a pity.
She was too insidious. If no one could help her change her mind, she would sooner or later cause the world to suffer.
Sigh!
Difficult!
The phoenix of the nine heavens was proud of the world.
Who could truly enter her heart?
"Clang!"
Just as everyone was reveling in the moment, a metallic clang suddenly sounded.
The sound collided with the melodious zither music, like a sharp blade cutting through the flowing water.
What?
Someone was causing trouble!
Everyone looked out of the pavilion in confusion.
There was a person sitting in the east and west pavilions on both sides of the main building.
These two pavilions were called the Eastern Music Pavilion and the Western Music Pavilion.
The two pavilions were similar in shape. They had no walls on all four sides and looked like pavilions that stood in the air.
The scene in the pavilion was unobstructed.
There was a zither placed in the Xiyin Pavilion. It was called the Scorched Tail Zither and was a supreme treasure in the world.
There is a zither placed in the Dongyin Pavilion. I don't know its name.
The Eastern Jin Dynasty advocated elegance and believed that the sound of the piano was the best.
And the zither sound was even heavier, so very few people played it.
The sound of the zither in the West Music Pavilion was graceful and moving. It must be played by Young Master Xiao.
The question was, who was the person in Dongyin Pavilion?
Before everyone could see clearly, the zither sound in Dongyin Pavilion rang out again.
The voice was like a dream, from shallow to deep, from slow to fast.
Gradually.
The sound of the zither became more and more urgent and violent.
The sound of the wind is like the sound of a golden spear and an iron horse.
His voice stopped, as if swallowing mountains and rivers.
Like rain hitting banana leaves, like jade beads falling on a plate.
The hurried voice made it difficult for people to breathe.
During this period.
The zither music of the West Music Pavilion tried to snatch back the home ground.
The difficulty of playing became higher and higher, and the melody became more and more beautiful.
The two kinds of music seemed to be competing with each other, as if they were fighting for each other's battlefield.
The Confucians in the pavilion were stunned.
The tens of thousands of students on Mount Ni's stone steps were also stunned.
An image appeared in everyone's mind.
The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan blended with the bloody battlefield.
The two sides fought each other, not retreating a single step.
Gradually.
The zither music fell into a disadvantage.
The sound of the guzheng, which was as sharp as thunder, tore apart the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.
"Collapse!"
The sound of a broken string rang out, and the zither music stopped abruptly.
"Hey!"
It sounded like a horse neighing.
The entire scene had been completely devoured by the golden spears and iron horses!
The figure on the West Music Pavilion suddenly stood up.
His pair of eyes looked at Dongyin Pavilion faintly.
The sound of the zither continued, as if it was blowing the final horn for the tragic war.
Thunder, war drums, horses, and wind.
The sound of the zither resounded through Mount Ni and the nine heavens!
I want to compete with Heaven Duke!
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly!
At the climax, the zither music stopped abruptly!
The River-Mountain Qian-Kun Painting that had just been woven in everyone's mind started to crack as the voice suddenly stopped.
"Pa!"
A miracle happened.
The magnificent image that existed in his mind seemed to be out of his control as it shattered one by one!
In the blink of an eye.
It had turned into nothingness.
The vast mountain range was majestic and lonely.
Only the northern wind howled.
However, everyone was still immersed in the lingering sound of the zither.
From joy to sorrow, from sorrow to joy, from joy to sorrow!
His hearty voice echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.
Halfway up the mountain.
Countless students were dazed and tears streamed down their faces.
There were even some who knelt on the ground without realizing it.
Tuobatao's Adam's apple quivered, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his pupils trembled as he looked up at the Ni Mountain Academy.
"Looks like this king thought too simply of this place!”
Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were also dumbfounded.
They had never heard such an unforgettable voice in their lives.
The attic of the main building was extremely quiet.
It was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Ding Chengbing and the other Confucians all had solemn expressions and did not say a word.
It was too beautiful!
It was simply too wonderful!
The sound of the zither played first, painting a beautiful scene.
Then, the zither music arrived. With its unique cruelty and gore, it vividly reflected the scene of the war and devoured the beautiful scenery woven by the zither music.
This kind of coincidental harmony was simply a rare sight that could only be seen once in a hundred years!
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