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Ou Chuyang was shocked. Now he fought with swords, and he could not beat Park Jung-chang, who was at the level of Sword Master Xiaocheng.

"Yeah! You're showing off your weapons, Park Jung-chang is going to take serious action!"

"Park Jung-chang is just afraid he will take a ruthless move. Ou Chuyang is finished now."

More than 150 people around were watching the show, and no one came forward to persuade the fight.

"Park Zhengchang, are you crazy? If you hurt Ou Chuyang, you won't get better." Gongsun Yan stepped forward and stopped Ou Chuyang. He knew that Park Zhengchang's rage sword was definitely not something that Ou Chuyang, a sword servant, could catch.

"Get out of here, otherwise you will be killed together!" Park Jung-chang stared at his blood-red little eyes and rushed over fiercely.

"Stop!" A sharp shout from afar came, and a dazzling sword light flashed.

Park Jung-chang's sword in his hand was broken into two pieces with a "ding!"

Meng Pingsheng appeared between Ou Chuyang and Park Zhengchang out of thin air, and asked in a cold voice: "I just talked about the first iron rule of the academy yesterday. What's wrong with you? Do you think my words are in your ears?"

"I've met Mr. Meng." Ou Chuyang bowed and then told the story.

"So that's it, you sit down." Meng Pingsheng turned to Park Jung-chang and said in a deep voice: "This time I will only cut your sword, and next time I will cut your arm and drive you out of the door. Remember!"

"Yes..." Park Jung-chang replied with his head down, his eyes full of resentment.

"You two are so good..." Yin Tianze sneered and turned around and walked towards the back row.

Gongsun Yan remained silent and had a complicated expression.

Ou Chuyang patted his shoulder, "I don't know what kind of grudges you have, but in this big fight, if you don't fight for a day, you will not have the chance to fight again. If you want to live well and achieve your goals, you can only fight with your life at all times. Apart from that, don't be able to do it."

After hearing this, Gongsun Yan nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you, Brother Ou, for your advice."

"Well, let's listen to Mr. Meng's lecture first."

...

Meng Pingsheng walked into the Qingyun Pavilion and said loudly: "I hope you will learn from what just happened. I won't say more in the future, so you can do it yourself."

After warning everyone, Meng Pingsheng turned to the topic: "Many of you must have inquired about the courses and year-end assessment questions for this year. Today, I will talk about this assessment question first."

Meng Pingsheng sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the center of the pavilion, took out a red sandalwood guqin and placed it flat between his knees, and then said: "In a year, those who have reached the level of Sword Master Xiaocheng can participate in the assessment. If you can listen to me after playing a song, you will pass."

After Meng Pingsheng finished speaking, hundreds of freshmen outside immediately discussed.

"What is this assessment? I will pass after listening to a song of piano?"

"I'm afraid this piano sound is weird, and it's not that easy to hear."

"Are we just learning piano here this year?"

The forty-seven old students sat upright, looking at the guqin on Meng Pingsheng's knees with a serious expression, as if they were still scared.

"Zheng!" Guqin let out a clear sound, and the audience suddenly became quiet. Meng Pingsheng said, "If you have any questions, you can raise them now."

A freshman stood up and bowed and asked, "Mr. Meng, if he has not reached the level of a swordsman in a year, he has not even qualified for the assessment?"

"Yes." Meng Pingsheng replied: "The freshmen admitted to the academy are over 18 years old and will practice in the academy for one year. If this cannot reach the level of a small achievement of a swordsman, then there is no need to stay in the academy to practice."

"Ah?" The freshman was stunned. He had just broken through the sword master and started the game. He was about to break through a realm in a year and felt extremely stressed.

Ou Chuyang also felt nervous. He had not even touched the threshold of the swordsman's realm... If he could not break through two levels within a year, he would not even have the qualification to stay and would be dismissed directly...

Park Jung-chang was happy and said to himself: Ou Chuyang, you little rabbit-baby, wait for me! A year later, it is time for you to get out of the academy and die!

Although Gongsun Yan also felt a lot of pressure, he has been promoted to the entry level of the sword master for more than a year. If he upgraded to another level, the problem should not be very big. But Ou Chuyang is only afraid...

Gongsun Yan glanced at Ou Chuyang quietly, and saw that his expression was normal, as if there was no fluctuation. He thought to himself: Ou Chuyang might have just come to the Sword God Academy to see the world, and he didn't plan to study for four years.

"Mr. Meng." Feng Aoyu stood up, "Since the sound of the piano is used for the assessment, the sound of the piano is naturally extraordinary. I want to ask: Can you use guqin or other instruments to interfere with your piano sound during the assessment?"

"Yes." Meng Pingsheng smiled slightly, "not only can you use musical instruments, but you can also draw a sword to fight. No matter what method you use, as long as you can listen to the sound of the piano, you will pass the assessment."

"I understand, thank you Mr. Meng." Feng Aoyu sat down with satisfaction.

The surroundings began to discuss heatedly again.

"If you can use a sword, I think it will be a little more confident."

"How can the sword resist the sound of the piano? I think it's better to plug your ears."

"You can plug your ears first, then put yourself in a large soundproof box to ensure you pass the test."

"It makes sense...I think this plan is feasible..."

"Okay." Meng Pingsheng waved his hand and said, "Today's first class, there is nothing to say, so I will play a song first to let you get familiar with it."

Everyone suddenly calmed down, held their breath and was ready to listen to Meng Pingsheng playing the piano. This was equivalent to a mock exam, and of course it should not be ignored.

"Zheng!" Meng Pingsheng flicked his index finger and made a single note.

Ou Chuyang felt his mind empty, and his mind was filled with the notes flying and hovering. The simple sound seemed to have countless changes, and extended endless afterglow, endless and all-encompassing.

All kinds of wonderful voices sounded in Ou Chuyang's mind, as if he was walking through one wonderful world after another. Ou Chuyang seemed to have seen everything in the world, but seemed to have seen nothing. Between the real and the real, there was no way to go.

In this time and space, whether it is real or illusory, there seems to be no boundaries of space or order of time. It seems to be colorful and bizarre, and it seems like a mess, all of which are nothing...

Ou Chuyang was submerged in a strange feeling. After a while, he suddenly saw a golden light coming from the front. He felt that the golden light had a familiar smell and flew towards the golden light.

The moment Ou Chuyang came into contact with the golden light, his mind suddenly became clear. No sound, light, and scene disappeared without a trace. He returned to the grass outside the Qingyun Pavilion.

This... what kind of piano sound is this... Ou Chuyang was shocked and scared. If Hua Wushang's piano sound was magical, it made people feel like they were in a fairyland. Meng Pingsheng's piano sound completely transcended the scope of music and became a Tao, an indescribable and extremely terrifying field...

Ou Chuyang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked around.

Everyone was fascinated by the dream, with unpredictable expressions, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, and joyless and joyless. Meng Pingsheng had long been gone and was nowhere to go...

What a terrible method... If you use this to fight the enemy and immerse yourself in the dream, wouldn't it become a lamb to be slaughtered? How did such a perverted piano sound be refined...

Ou Chuyang thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out why. With his realm and insight, he could not see through the secrets at all. It would be useless to think too much. So he simply put it behind his mind and did not go into it.

At this time, the sun had gradually set. Before we knew it, the whole day was almost over.

Ou Chuyang did not dare to wake up Gongsun Yan rashly, and it was difficult to leave him alone, so he simply started practicing on the spot.

On the top of the mountain, Meng Pingsheng sat upright on the top of the pine branch, smiled slightly, and said softly: "This kid is a bit interesting."
Chapter completed!