Silent Crown Chapter 47: One go astray, from then on
Late Night Watch Shop
"That's it, that kid has practiced hundreds of thousands of times these days. It's really commendable for his perseverance."
In the watch shop, the blond boy Hermes put his foot on his desk, playing with the ether ball left by Ye Qingxuan. He blew a whistle to the ether ball, and the ether ball lighted up quietly. The crystal clear crystal refracted the candlelight, leaving a piece of complicated characters and diagrams on the wall.
He blew a whistle to the ether ball, and the ether ball lighted up quietly, the crystal refracted the candlelight, leaving a piece of complicated characters and diagrams on the wall.
If measuring ether data is its most widespread use, then this is the really expensive technology in the ether sphere.
The movement solidified in the crystal will record all the notes and music that have interfered with the ether ball, and reappear in a digital form for users to compare, correct the noise, and improve the resonance rate with the ether , Close to the standard.
But Ye Qingxuan has not successfully activated him even once, resulting in this function, which is the strongest support for all apprentices, never appeared.
But Hermes has now awakened it, bypassing the confidentiality function, unlocking the music scores in it, and finally looking at the data, tusk.
"It’s amazing. In eight days, 143,311 times. At least nine hours a day is spent on this, right? This kind of desperation is really bad for that stupid kid. Persevere, it's a pity..."
Hermes shook his head, his eyes playfully: "Once, even once, I have never succeeded. What kind of **** luck is this?"
"Isn't everyone like this?"
Seton asked, "Some people can't pronounce a standard syllable once in their lives, right?"
"They have not tried 140,000 times. The gorilla is constantly jumping on the piano, and one day they will be able to knock out the score of "Ode to Joy".
But this kid, let alone Ode to Joy, didn't even touch a key. Luck is so bad that you will be trafficked when you walk on the street, right?
Anyway, I have been a craftsman for so many years, and I have never heard of it. So, either he is an unprecedented unlucky man, or there is definitely another reason. "
"Another reason?"
Hearing his question, Hermes laughed, but avoided answering, and asked, "Seton, do you know what is most important to a musician? Let’s talk about it, I’m now I’m in a good mood and won’t taunt you."
"Hey, you guy... Isn't the most important thing to resonate with the ether?"
"That’s true, but it’s not entirely true."
Hermes narrowed his eyes: "The resonance between the musician and the ether is the most important thing, yes, the higher the natural, the better. But for the musician, the most important place in the resonance rate is A pure breakthrough between zero and one!
From nothing to something, from zero to one, this is a qualitative change from nothing, and it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a person...In other words, this is the door for musicians,
If you can't push it away, let alone becoming an apprentice, even the hard work of your life can only linger outside the gate. "
He spun the etheric ball on his fingertips, whistling, and playing with the bright light in it. The silver light illuminates the seemingly mocking smile at the corner of his mouth:
"Some people say that to open this door, one must have 1% luck, 9% talent, and 90% hard work. But the most important thing is talent and luck.
Some people can open the door just by sleeping and snoring. Such people are called geniuses, but there are others who will be stuck outside the door for a lifetime and will never be able to set foot on this road.
Although it’s cruel to say that, working hard sometimes...it’s useless. "
"You mean that kid has no talent?"
"Fart."
Hermes exploded with a swear word, with a look of contempt: "The'celestial blood' of the nine surnames of the Eastern Dragon is inherently stronger than the others. I don't know how many times... Where is the guy who was born with a golden spoon Have the qualifications to cry poor?
What's more, he has a strong bloodline with silver hair even after being mixed... If that kid was born in the East and had some kind of strong'talent', he would probably be in the'Lingyan Building' 'There is a place on it! "
Seton’s head hurts, I just feel confused:
"What do you want to say?"
"I just want to say that more than 143,000 exercises can confirm that he is really working hard, and the oriental celestial blood will definitely not have a talent problem. If it is not bad luck. There is only one possibility. Oh..."
Hermes smiled, but the smile clearly carried a chill that seemed to come from the bones:
"——Ether Seal."
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Seton was stunned, he knew what Hermes was talking about.
Ether Seal, this is just a by-product of the early research on musicians, and then gradually disappeared and is unknown. But according to Hermes, copies of this technology are still kept in many places for viewing.
At the end of the Dark Ages, many countries privately carried out human experiments on captive musicians in order to explore the "Dayuan".
In this process, one of the thousands of strange technologies that was born includes the ‘ether seal’.
Performing an operation on an ordinary person, implanting more than 19 needle-shaped silencer plugs in the spine can forcibly close the door of his musicians permanently... Although this kind of surgery seems to be widely used, it is Three fatal flaws are destined to be thrown into the trash can only as a defective product.
Too high cost, too high postoperative mortality, and too high rejection of ether make it completely unusable for musicians. In the end, it can only be shelved and thrown into the trash.
Regarding this, Seton was even more puzzled, who would implant such a high shackle into the body of a young man just to block his path as a musician?
"Ha, who knows."
Hermes tossed the ether ball on his hand, his eyes mocking: "The ether seal is indeed a good way. The closer the person who is implanted to the ether, the more painful it will be. In the end, holding a dream in pain Die.
According to common sense, this is true, but no matter who it is, this time it was a waste of effort.
do not know the blood of heaven and human, they don’t know how ridiculous they have done. A mere lock can prevent him from opening the door of the musicians, but can't stop the things behind the door from breaking out...
The more something is suppressed, the more terrifying its rebound. Especially to deal with the nearly deformed way of inheriting the blood of heaven and human, it is simply drinking poison to quench thirst. "
Seton asked: "Is the bloodline of heaven and human really that powerful?"
"Of course, idiot, that's Taki that was exchanged for the blood and lives of countless people...
For hundreds of years, in order to get closer to the ether, the Orientals have continued to explore themselves in various ways, even using themselves as experimental products. Nine emperors in a row, militantly fighting against the four barbarians, in order to obtain more population for experimentation. I don't know how many people died in the experiment and transformation.
The most tyrannical emperor ‘Qin’ even judged musicians who were unable to complete the task as trash, and pushed their school into the fire pit with ancient books.
Until the end... they finally succeeded in one, which is to integrate the resonance of the ether into the blood, and turn it into a talent through the accumulation of a long time.
are like beasts, they turn those inexplicable perceptions and experiences into instincts that can be passed on. "
Seton was stunned: "You mean that kid..."
"Yes."
Hermes nodded: "Memory can be forgotten, personality can be changed, but as long as you live, your instinct will not be lost.
The **** tried 140,000 times and knocked that door 140,000 times... As long as someone was willing to help him, the broken door would fall apart completely. "
He paused, his eyes sighed:
"The qualitative change in the synchronization rate from zero to one is the moment when the door of musicians opens. Orientals have paid so much for this moment.
The ether will be integrated into the mortal's body for the first time, sublimate the spirit, temper the soul, and become a part of his life. "
Hermes whispered softly, seemingly regretful:
"At that time, the ether will be the messenger, guiding the lost and rebellious sons to return to the great source, but even for a moment, the arrogant soul of mankind will break free from the dream of the great source and return to the individual... and only for that moment, they Amidst the waves caused by the ether-see your nature!"
His hand gently drew a circular mark in the air, his eyes were compassionate:
"Everything astray will start from here."
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For a moment, Ye Qingxuan fell into a familiar trance.
The huge blue moonlight rose from the end of the sky, illuminating his eyes.
The painful dream is back again, time rushes, everything is decayed. Everything disappeared, replaced by indescribable ruins and cemeteries.
There is also a blue moon high above the sky.
Between the gravestones, there is a web of spider silk and dust. Those sharp or heavy tombstones are like palms that stretch out to the sky, trying in vain to hold the moonlight.
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Ye Qingxuan saw again, the white-haired man. He hovered among the tombstones, bowed his head in thought, and his robe was covered with moss and fallen leaves. Seeing Ye Qingxuan, he raised his head, that face seemed familiar.
is like myself, like a father, like an old man, but with the characteristics of a teenager, sometimes charming like a woman, but also masculine and handsome.
The longer I watched, the less Ye Qingxuan dared to confirm his look. He couldn't even determine whether that person was a human or some kind of older archetype. It is like a symbol of a long time ago, that is the source of blood.
It is independent of time, so it embraces the past and the future. But when staring at Ye Qingxuan, he came from the past to the present, and came to him from the future.
eyes are sad.
"Do you regret it?"
This time, Ye Qingxuan finally heard his voice clearly. His voice was deep and clear, like the sound of cracking jade.
seems to penetrate his fate and past. The man's gaze passed through Ye Qingxuan's body, as if it fell in his heart, staring at the sorrow and persistence of those long periods of time, and looked at him once. Time from falling into the silt and struggling to climb up from the silt.
So, his eyes are compassionate:
"——Do you regret it?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, feeling great sadness and pain emerging from his chest.
Those things that were forgotten in the past resurfaced again, rolling on his chest with burning pain, driving him to face this question.
The question turned into a hook, digging into the depths of his bone marrow, looking for even the slightest shake.
"No regrets."
In Ye Qingxuan's heart, a voice responded softly. Ye Qingxuan stared at the man in front of him and suddenly laughed. He said softly: "It won't be in the future."
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"That's great."
He whispered softly, looking up at the sky.
The moonlight fell in his eyes, and the light of the soul shone from his pupils. The dead leaves and moss were ignited by the light, and the flames gathered in his hands and turned into silver-white flames.
He stretched out his hand, his palm sank into the boy's chest, and the flame burned in Ye Qingxuan's heart, rushing with the blood.
Something suddenly shattered under Ye Qingxuan's feet. That is a certain power born from under the nine places, brewing in a long time, and breaking out of the ground.
Just as the sound of rock cracking, the tombstone of a brand new place cracked and broke the soil, giving birth to the mulch!
The moonlight illuminates the sharp writing on it like a knife and axe. But the tombstone was empty, but only three words existed-Ye Qingxuan.
This is the invitation to embark on the road of death, the guide stone to the kingdom of death and mystery. He finally made a contract with'Da Yuan' in this fantasy dream.
"Everything astray starts here."
Behind him, the white-haired man murmured suicide, raising his palm to press his shoulder. That voice suddenly changed and became extremely familiar, as if I had heard it!
"Little Leaf, this is the only thing I can give you."
His spirit seems to be attached to a young man, guiding him to raise his palm and stretch out into the void in front of him, as if pressing on a non-existent string:
"——Your Fate Chapter!"