The Devil and the Flower

Jiang Huan now understands the feelings of the juniors, Feng Yueci doesn't need to say a word, but just glances at it with his innocent eyes, which makes people feel guilty from the bottom of their hearts, and spontaneously become quiet and obedient.

He took advantage of the situation to hold Feng Yueci's hand, trying to save what he said just now, "The Taoist Lord is naturally different from others, so..."

Feng Yue resigned, "So?"

Jiang Huanfu went to his heart and blurted out: "I only listen to you!"

Feng Yueci glanced at him, his expression as usual, only staring at the hand held by him, without making a sound.

Jiang Huan said: "Your hands are a bit cold."

So you won't let go?

The students stood in a row, and their eyes sneaked over, almost turning into knives and poking his hands into sieves.

Lin Yanlan said: "I just stroked the Taoist pulse just now, but it's much better than the previous two days. I think it's because Young Master Jiang has been sending spiritual power."

Su Lingmou was taken aback when he heard the words, and the rising anger gradually subsided.

Jiang Huan asked, "Then why is he still so cold?"

Lin Yanlan frowned: "Mr. Dao's body is like this. I'm not good at medicine. I can only take care of him, but I can't cure him. But if Mr. Jiang is not too troublesome, he has been using spiritual power to nourish him..."

Feng Yueci withdrew his hand, "Miss Lin."

Lin Yanlan was very helpless, "Dao Jun, I know you don't like to trouble others, but Mr. Jiang is not unwilling. Don't blame me for talking too much, this is the best way for your health at present."

Feng Yueci shook his head slightly, and said, "I'm fine, there's no need to be like this."

"Miss Lin, don't worry, I'll make a note." Jiang Huanquan pretended not to hear this, and diverted his attention with a smile, "Didn't you say you want to train the children? Old Su, how did you make a plan? Take it out and have a look."

Su Lingmou heard what Lin Yanlan said just now, and swallowed back what he originally wanted to say.Compared with what Jiang Huan might do, Qing Hui's current condition was more worrying.

What's more, after thinking about it, even though Jiang Huan is powerful, Qing Hui is not easy to provoke.

Su Lingmou said: "It is better to change the plan. With Young Master Jiang, the plan will naturally change. Otherwise, Qing Hui will teach the rites and music, and I will be responsible for the number of books. All the techniques and defenses need actual combat, so there is Mr. Jiang. One point, Mr. Jiang, please be careful in your actions!"

In the last sentence, he deliberately emphasized his tone.

"When did I lose my sense of proportion?" Jiang Huan waved his hands impatiently, turned his head and smiled at Feng Yueci, "Dao Jun, let me tell the truth, other things are fine, etiquette and music are really hard to teach. For example, someone like me will still be like this after another 100 years of study.”

Yang Ce felt that Demon King Jiang was finally right, those messy etiquette and vocal music were killing people!

Feng Yue resigned: "What you said makes sense."

Jiang Huan said: "So how do you compare? Is it possible that when two people are sitting and playing the piano, whose posture is better?"

Guan Tong couldn't help bursting out laughing, and shouted: "Senior Jiang, you're really right, but it's not easy to maintain your posture and the sound of the piano during the competition. In previous years, I was confused by the opponent's music. The person who revealed a lot of secrets, even performed a striptease on the high platform!"

Everyone pursed their lips and held back their laughter.

Yang Ce muttered, "That's why I'd rather be beaten than this one!"

Jiang Huan understood, and raised his eyebrows: "I see, after all, it's still a fight."

Qin Wenyin blinked, and said: "The principal said that Liyueshu is a fight between liberal arts students, and Shu Yushu is a fight between science students. The fundamental purpose of the joint test is to fight. Experts look at the doorway, and laymen watch the excitement. It's all about who can fight better. Beautiful, even more powerful!"

Qiu Linhan said: "We can lose, but the Academy must win."

Everyone nodded.

In fact, they didn't care that much about winning or losing, but now that the Four Monarchs are powerful, they have long been dissatisfied with the influence of the academy, so they created a nondescript Four Monarchs Academy.

In the past, they were the ones who won, but this year Lord Slaughter brought his apprentices here, the meaning is self-evident.

If the Academy loses, I'm afraid that Sijun Academy will expand even more with the support of Sijun Palace, and it is only a matter of time before it can be replaced and annexed.

Although the students are young, they see the situation very clearly - after all, Mr. Su didn't do any pre-examination training in the past.

It can be seen that there is no bottom in my heart.

Hearing this, Jiang Huan rushed to the wind and said in a low voice: "I was mistaken, it's not a group of little white rabbits, but a nest of little foxes."

Feng Yueci didn't make a sound, only waved.

Qingniu let go of the grass he was biting, ran over, and tilted his head: "Moo Moo!"

Feng Yueci sat on it sideways, lightly rang the bell, and it turned into a crystal clear Yaoqin, floating fine streamers.

He lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, pressed his sleeves, and brushed the strings of the qin with his palm, only to hear the sound of the qin suddenly rising and falling slowly on his heart.Everyone listened to it, and at first they all found it very pleasant, and couldn't help slowing down their minds. After a while, the sound of the piano changed sharply, and some people immediately changed their expressions.

Illusions are flying in front of my eyes, as if I have stepped into ten feet of soft red, true and false, unreal and real.

Ji Shiyan stared blankly at the young man smiling at her, and murmured: "Brother Wufang..."

There were too many longings and expectations in her heart, knowing that it was an illusion, she couldn't help but reach out to him, and couldn't bear to refuse.

But the next moment, her heart throbbed with pain and convulsions, like a blow to the head, which woke her up instantly.

Ji Shiyan covered her heart, and then looked around, the students were staggering, crying or laughing, happy or angry, with different postures, and they were all caught in the sound of the piano and couldn't extricate themselves.

And Feng Yueci played the piano with his hands, elegant and quiet, calm and calm.

Ji Shiyan broke out in a cold sweat suddenly.

She used to be one of the four demon generals. Although she was seriously injured and dormant for thousands of years in the battle of the heavenly realm, and her cultivation base plummeted after reincarnation, her realm is still there, even worse than the four kings, but at this moment she is almost unstoppable. This piano sound.

It can be seen how terrifying the person who plays the piano is.

Before Yin Mo's memory was awakened, Ji Shiyan, as the eldest lady of the Ji family in Yindu, grew up practicing in a school palace, and respected Qing Hui Daojun in her heart like everyone else.

However, to this day, she has not really seen through this Daoist Lord.

Cultivating the Dao for three thousand years at a young age, crossing the river of forgetfulness with all the spirit and soul, from life to death, from death to life, how can ordinary people do all this?

That's why Ji Shiyan has been doubting since she recovered the memory of her previous life—Mr. Qing Hui, like her, was reincarnated!

But who could he be...?

Except for Ji Shiyan who broke free from the influence of the piano sound, there was another person present who remained absolutely sober from beginning to end.

Jiang Huan stood at the side leisurely, with a smile on his mouth, looking at the person playing the piano, his eyes were so focused that he was almost intoxicated, until the sound of the piano stopped, he never deviated from it.

Ji Shiyan's expression was complicated: "Everyone has something in their hearts. How many people can finish listening to the song of Daojun?"

If you can’t finish listening, how can you learn?

Feng Yueci saw that all the students including Su Lingmou were down, so he took the qin and turned it back into a bell and hung it on the horn of Qing Niu. Sober, all blank and ashamed.

Feng Yue resigned: "If you can calm down and resist the sound of the piano within ten days, that's enough."

Su Lingmou rubbed his brows, got up and said, "Indeed, when it comes to those who are good at temperament, few people can beat Qing Hui, and the apprentice who killed the king is far behind. You don't need to learn any piano music, if you can figure out a way to resist it within ten days. Naturally, there is no need to be afraid of them with this piano sound."

Feng Yueci nodded slightly, signaling to everyone to practice hard, and then walked into the library.

The little book spirit fluttered its wings, tilted its head, hid behind the stone statue and took a peek at Jiang Huan, then flew to Feng Yueci's side.

Qingniu happily hopped its hooves and walked around the crowd, and the music played by Feng Yueci could be heard from time to time on the bell, and the crowd suddenly looked bitter, covered their ears, and silently recited the Qingxin formula a hundred times.

"Moo!"

"Moo Moo, stop turning!"

"Brother Moo Moo! Please stop and feed you delicious food later!"

Jiang Huan saw the children jumping around like dogs, he chuckled, caught up with Feng Yueci in three or two steps, and walked into the study building side by side, "Dao Jun, you are too easy."

Shu Ling turned around and flew eight feet away from him.

Feng Yue resigned, "I don't know how to teach others."

Jiang Huan thought deeply and said, "It's a coincidence that I don't know how to teach people. It's more enjoyable to beat people. If children get beaten more, experience will naturally come out, right?"

Feng Yueci was noncommittal.

The stairs on the book collection floor rotated up, Feng Yueci walked slowly to the top floor, put the "Jiang Di Biography" back, and took a "Jiang Di Biography" from the bookshelf which was only a quarter thick .

Jiang Huan: "Emperor Jiang again? Why do you always read his books? Besides, don't you have a photographic memory? You should have read all the books in this library, right?"

Feng Yueci opened the book, "I read the book a hundred times, and it's not too much."

Jiang Huan was defeated by him, so he asked helplessly: "Then what is the difference between this rumor and that one?"

Feng Yue resigned and said: "The true stories are mostly based on historical facts, and can be published in the examination papers. The rumors are mostly jokes of the time, so they can't be taken as true."

As soon as Jiang Huan listened to the test paper, he seemed to hear the screams of the students, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "Is there really anything to see?"

Feng Yueci bowed his head, turned a page, and said, "True or false may not be what the book says. Watching books is not believing in them."

"Oh?" Jiang Huan saw that he tilted his head, his long black hair fell over his shoulders, covering half of his white cheeks, only a pair of clear eyes reflected the changing and silent light and shadow in the library.

Feng Yueci quietly and seriously looked at the writing on the book.

Jiang Huan couldn't help leaning towards him, touched a few strands of black hair, and smelled a very faint fragrance in his breath, a little clear, a little cold, and the lingering time was the drunkenness of drinking snow under the moon.

He followed his line of sight, just in time to see a few lines of text between the pages——

"...His Majesty Jiang Di was born in the doomed dynasty. When he was young, he was rejected and persecuted. He fled and wandered for three thousand miles. He suffered all the sufferings in the world. He was only able to survive. However, he happened to meet heaven and man, and he was enlightened and entered the way of Taoism. It can be said' Immortal caresses my top, knotting my hair for longevity'."