Chapter 274: The Academy’s Warmth (2)

The tension gradually disappeared. Although Ye Yinzhu could not directly teach these students specific practice, he could tell them his experience. You should know that Ye Yinzhu's cultivation route has almost never taken any detours.

"Senior, can you let us see your strength?"

Ye Yinzhu smiled slightly and said, "I will leave the academy tomorrow morning. All I can teach you today is this. Finally, I will use a piano piece to thank everyone for their support."

A milky white halo quietly surged out from his chest. Ye Yinzhu raised his hands, and the milky white light suddenly became visible on his hands. A breath from a super artifact soared into the sky. The invisible energy fluctuations immediately made everyone, including Ferguson, widen their eyes in surprise.

Ye Yinzhu did not take out the super artifact, the dead wood dragon yinqin, and his hands stained with milky white waved lightly in the void. Suddenly, seven milky white lights rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it had already left his body and floated in the air.

Without any gesture, Ye Yinzhu had already flew up from the rostrum. He did not take off the air at a fast speed, as if something was holding it under his feet. The teachers from the nearest college could vaguely see that beside Ye Yinzhu, there was a circle of transparent light like rippling water. The next moment, Ye Yinzhu had already arrived in the air.

Suddenly sounded one after another, and most of these students' understanding of strength was still at the rainbow level. Like Ye Yinzhu, who had no color on her body, she had already flew out of thin air. In their eyes, it was absolutely incredible.

Seven milky white lights radiated in the air, and the distance between each light was more than one meter. When Ye Yinzhu flew ten meters away from them, his body stopped.

He raised his hands and moved the void lightly, just when everyone didn't know what he was going to do. The piano sound had already sounded, and the seven milky white lights in the air trembled gently under the harmonious rhythm of his hands.

At this time, the air between heaven and earth had become the guqin box, and the seven rays of light were the strings.

There was no Yueshan, no piano emblem, only the strings made of seven lights, but the wonderful piano music appeared like this. It spread throughout Square No. 1, and even throughout the Milan Magic and Martial Arts Academy.

The round and overtones of the Lingling and round overtones express a hazy and pleasant lake and mountain scenery. The piano sound is full and symmetrical, clear and soft, echoing in the space, creating a full and exquisite spatial sound.

At that moment, everyone seemed to float into the air and into the clouds. The harmonious melody exuded the most soothing side of everyone's heart. The excitement and excitement gradually calmed down at this moment. Only the guqin was left in their eyes, ears, and hearts.

The only one who can still stay awake in this rhyme is the spiritual master Ferguson, with a smile on his face. Ferguson thought to himself, it seems that the number of students who will register for the Divine Sound Department next year will probably increase by countless times. Yinzhu, Yinzhu, you have given me too much surprise.

This is a song "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud", which does not have much ability. However, it is played from Ye Yinzhu's hand. Although there is no real guqin in hand, the wonderful melody still infects everyone.

With a smile, she controlled the tremors of the seven white lights, such as deepness, quietness, and roundness, and the beautiful tone and artistic conception were fully expanded and exerted. She erectly and tranquilly narrated, showing the charming beauty of the "Xiao, Xiang" mountains, rivers, and clouds. It seemed that everyone was no longer in the academy, but had entered another wonderful world.

The sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the original softness suddenly became excited. The large-scale chanting and singing exchanges were "coordination" of continuous hollow string sounds and the rapid rhythm. The rushing and exciting momentum of "waves and clouds flying". The waves were surging, and the back waves were pressing against the front waves. This was a turning point in the mood.

The sound of the piano is loose and tight, with moderate elasticity and tightness, ups and downs, just right at the right time, like intense emotion, like speechless narrative...

The sound of the piano is turned again, like fantasy, like longing: at the top of the mountains, looking at the huge mountains and rivers from afar, there are mountains with towering high into the clouds, and there are peaks with walls that stand thousands of feet high.

The students in Milan were calm and focused on admiring this wonderful melody, as if they were afraid of missing the tiniest piano sound. They had forgotten where they were, and the sound was felt. Such tranquility and so quiet all deeply impacted their hearts.

The piano music turned softer again, and each piano sound gently smoothed the previous turbulence, everything became harmonious, as if even the hot sunlight became much gentler.

"The seven strings are on the chilly strings, listen quietly to the pine wind and cold. Although I love myself in the ancient tune, I don't play many people today."

The white light disappeared, and the traces were vague. When the students were still silent in the afterglow of the wonderful melody, the figures in the sky had quietly left.

This lesson Ye Yinzhu's is like the deepest mark, forever imprinted in the hearts of today's students. They have also become the cornerstone of the future prosperity of the Milan Empire, which Ye Yinzhu did not expect.

Dean Ferguson disappeared at the same time as Ye Yinzhu. While the students were still feeling very moved in the square, the master and apprentice had already arrived in Ferguson's office in the tower.

"Teacher, Milan is still so prosperous." Ye Yinzhu said with a smile on her face, sitting opposite Ferguson.

Ferguson said: "It's a pity that there will never be a glory like your generation. Your generation is the best generation in the history of the academy and we call it the golden generation. Not only you, but also excellent students like Oliveira, Nesta, and others, except you and Oliveira, everyone else has already worked in the army or in the court, with great achievements."

Recalling all the things that happened back then, Ye Yinzhu couldn't help but smile a knowing smile in her eyes, "I haven't seen them for a long time, and I don't know what they have become now. Oh, by the way, teacher, is Grandma Nina still working in school?"

Ferguson shook his head and said, "Since the outbreak of the war, Director Nina has been working for the country and has never come back. She should be in the palace."

Recalling Nina's cold words before leaving Qincheng, Ye Yinzhu felt a little uncomfortable. What happened to Nina's grandma? Did she do something that made her dissatisfied?

However, Ye Yinzhu did not discuss too much with Ferguson on this matter. The master and apprentice chatted throughout the afternoon. Most of them were Ferguson asking about Ye Yinzhu’s situation over the past few days. Ye Yinzhu almost concealed it and talked about his experience in the chat.

Time passed quickly, and there was not much time to chat. The sun had already set in the west. Someone came to the Imperial Palace of Milan and invited Ye Yinzhu and his wife and Dean Ferguson to go to the palace for a banquet together.

Ye Yinzhu ordered the generals of Qincheng to station in the academy, and took their two wives and Dean Ferguson to the luxurious carriage sent by the palace and headed towards Milan City, the capital of the Milan Empire.

The carriage is extremely luxurious, and even accommodates more than ten people, it is more than enough. The carriage even has a faint fragrance, refreshing.

Ye Yinzhu lifted the curtain of the carriage, and he felt a little sad. Although he had the ability to unite man and nature, it could not replace his eyes after all. How much he wanted to see this familiar road! Unfortunately, this has become a luxury now.

Perhaps feeling the change in Ye Yinzhu's heart, Sula approached Ye Yinzhu and held one of his hands. Although she didn't say anything, the gentle apology quickly woke Ye Yinzhu up.

After he was over, his smile appeared on his face again. Compared to what he lost, he got more, right?

It took only a short time to arrive at Milan City from the Milan Magical Martial Arts Academy. For the arrival of Ye Yinzhu, the city gate had already opened. Special royal guards surrounded the carriage without encountering any obstacles and went straight towards the direction of the palace.

In the eyes of the civilians, some big figure must have appeared. However, the Milan Empire was well covered up and did not reveal Ye Yinzhu's identity.

After all, the sensation this new Dark Tower Master can easily cause riots.

Arriving at the palace, outside the palace gate, the prince Fischera had already been waiting there, and the gate in the palace was wide open. You should know that this is usually a power that only Emperor Silvio can have, but after this decision was issued, no one in the entire Milan Empire opposed it.

It can be seen what position Ye Yinzhu has reached in the minds of Milanese people.

Originally, Silvio ordered the carriage to drive directly into the palace, but out of respect for the Milan royal family, Ye Yinzhu still ordered the carriage to stop outside the palace gate.

Although his current status is different, it is easier for Ye Yinzhu, who has practiced the guqin since childhood to be free from fame and disgrace.

Under the guidance of Fischera himself, the group walked inward along the palace avenue.

Ye Yinzhu held his two beautiful wives with both hands and walked slightly behind Dean Ferguson. When others entered the palace, they were depressed or trembling, but he was filled with relaxation.
Chapter completed!