Silent Crown Chapter 240: Corroboration

"Here today, I am not the only one who suffers such humiliation, but also the path that the Zizhi School upholds and the atmosphere of the whole academic community. (Baidu search network is the fastest and most stable) If this shameless and indecent If the atmosphere cannot be contained, from now on, there will be countless people who will experience the same shame as me!"

In the speaking table, Ingmar was still making generous speeches, indignant and sorrowful, not even noticing that the people around him looked at the stunned God behind him, and still talked endlessly:

"Therefore, I suggest that the review committee take a serious examination..."

Just when he was finally about to get to the point, he felt someone poke himself behind him, poke himself again, and poke again.

The cap of the fountain pen doesn't hurt when poking at the back, but the person poking with the pen is upset.

Poke poke poke poke! You poke a woolen thread! Are you annoying? !

Ingmar's voice stopped abruptly, turned around, and glared at the person who came:

"Presumptuous!"

In all the confused eyes of everyone, the boy who had been accused of being presumptuous looked at Ingmar calmly, and shook the pocket watch in front of him:

"Mr. Ingmar, the summary statement time is only three minutes, and you are over a minute and a half. Are you planning to open your talk show here?"

Ingmar's expression changed for a while, full of sullen anger, and finally let out a cold snort and walked away. Just passing by, squeezing a voice from the teeth:

"Bad seed, you won't be proud of it for too long."

"Haha."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Don't think too much, it's bad for your health."

The two passed by.

The young man stood in the speaking seat, smiling, and bowing respectfully to the judges: "Sirs, if you don't mind, I will start to summarize the statement."

Members. Sergey finally reacted, frowning and asking: "Wait, why not Abraham? Who are you?"

"It's a mere name, but it's not enough."

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly: "I am teacher Abraham's disciple and one of the witnesses for this complaint. The teacher is not good at words, so I will make a summary statement instead of him. Should I think there is nothing wrong with it?"

"There is no precedent." Heisenberg snorted coldly.

"But it's okay, is it?"

Lola glanced at him with a smile, and before they could reach a conclusion, she said directly: "Mr.'disciple', you can start."

Heisenberg was taken aback and glanced at Lola coldly. Lola's eyes waved, seeming to smile. The anger was like a sword pierced into the water, except for the waves of Ruoyoruowu. No more response.

The somber gaze was quickly taken away, and Heisenberg stopped talking. Butler opened his mouth secretly, but said nothing. Mr. Hu Dongfangdi looked at the boy's white hair with interest, his eyes lit up, as if he was expecting a good show to begin.

No one objected.

So, in the speaker booth, the boy smiled.

"To be honest, Mr. Ingmar's summary statement moved me very much."

On the floor. The boy said the first sentence, his expression solemn and painful. The content of Linghua didn't slow down. The audience was blinded again: Wait, where is this singing again?

Does he want to take refuge in Ingmar and draw a line with Abraham? But something seems wrong...

On the podium, the youth's regretful voice continued: "Mr. Ingmar's experience is tragic and sympathetic. If I were everyone here, I would definitely feel that he had suffered a great injustice. It's better than June Feixue. If you don't support it, there is simply no justice and reason. Even the holy city will cry for him."

He paused, the pain and pity on his face disappeared, replaced by a mocking smile. Completely malicious: "It's a pity... in what he said, there is nothing about interpretation!

With all due respect, Mr. Ingmar's talents are more than enough to be a tabloid reporter. Maybe he can also open a popular column like "Le Li Life" and "Angel's Voice".

However, in the field of scholars who use theory and research as their discourse, he is still far behind. This is not a place for children to roll around, and it is impossible to win a victory by telling a story, selling tragic past and sad stories! "

There is a creak.

That's the sound of teeth about to be crushed.

Ingmar's expression twitched in the audience, clenched his fists, annoyed beyond words.

Heisenberg knocked on the gavel in his hand.

"Warning, student of Abraham, this is not your place to attack others!" He said quietly, "If you don't have any arguments to summarize, you can leave."

The young man shrugged helplessly, looked around, looked at those eyes, and asked in a solemn voice:

"Doesn't anyone think it is weird? Why is the content of the Voynich manuscript he interpreted is inconsistent? Why is there such an obvious logical fault? Is it really a hundred secrets?

Since he has no ghosts in his heart, why should we be so nervous about our complaints, and why have we repeatedly blocked us from gaining due power through legitimate channels?

Besides, is he really as great as he said? Why did he not talk about being aggressive, threatening and persecuting my teacher again and again? Why didn't he talk about the torch of the music history department on which we live! Does he think that other people can't see this kind of thing that is obvious to all! "

"Ye Qingxuan!"

Ingmar got up angrily and snarled: "This is the council! It's not your place to go wild, but you have to speak with evidence! You really think that your infamous methods can be interpreted. Niche manuscript?!"

Ye Qingxuan sneered, waiting to sneer, but heard the sound of the hammer.

"Ahem, quiet!"

On the panel seat, Master Butlermi interrupted the two of them, glanced over the two of them, and said in a neutral tone:

"Please exercise restraint from both sides. This is the council. Only the ownership of the Voynich manuscript is discussed. Other matters are not the scope of our trial.

Also, this young man. From our point of view, both Ingmar and you have provided interpretation methods that seem to be effective.

However, everyone who is sitting knows it. In the interpretation of ancient documents, if the results are already known, it is not difficult to come up with a special way to interpret by reverse deduction..."

He didn't finish what he said, but Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant.

If he can't produce more weighty evidence, they can only look at the dispute from a more traditional and conservative perspective: there is no doubt that Ingmar's victory.

This is Abraham's greatest weakness: the interpretation method. It has not been recognized by everyone.

Compared with the complex interpretation system of the Enlightenment faction, which has been revised and completed by countless people over the centuries, Abraham's theory lacks credibility.

Ye Qingxuan laughed instead when he heard him say this.

He has been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

Ye Qingxuan raised the manuscript in his hand:

"—In order to prove the rationality of the interpretation method, we have provided it with new evidence in the few days before the review: a new result!"

For an instant, everyone was stunned.

New corroboration?

New results and interpretation manuscripts?

In just such a few days?

Off the court, a low noise sounded, and the arguing was endless. Even Butlermy was stunned. Soon, he looked down at the teenager off the court:

"The new result? Is this just a few days? Young people, maybe you don’t know, but the interpretation of ancient documents takes ten years! In just a few days, just collecting data, It’s not enough to compare the same text..."

"Maybe everyone here has doubts about what I said, but I can guarantee. What I said is true."

Ye Qingxuan said indifferently: "In order to verify it, I performed a sublimation ceremony. I used the opportunity of the induction of heaven and human-this, the school can prove it for me. The association can draw from the "Sleeping **" Ether records for verification.

For it, I bet on the chance to become an official musician.

I believe that it can prove the effectiveness of the interpretation method. "

Without a word, the audience was silent.

The sublimation ceremony...the sense of heaven and man...

Indeed, if it can be transformed into the waves of the etheric sea. If you resonate with music theory and use the power of Da Yuan to promote the interpretation method, even if there is only a moment in the state of near omniscience, you can get the right direction and results.

It's just that, who would go back and do such a stupid thing?

For the interpretation of a few sentences. Gamble on your chance to become a formal musician, and waste a sense of heaven and humanity that a person can't touch all his life? !

Insane! It's crazy!

At this moment, everyone looked at Ye Qingxuan with regrets:

It's a pity, if not so...

And, how old is he? It’s said that it’s only been a few months since entering school? Four months or five months, are you almost becoming a full-fledged musician? !

This speed is simply scary.

It's not inferior to the legend of Anglo back then. It was a monster-level student who broke through the apprentice-level in one month. Compared with the geniuses cultivated by various schools of thought in the core secret realm since childhood, they also steadily stabilized.

It's a pity, it's a pity...

In the eyes of many sympathetic or compassionate eyes, Ye Qingxuan stepped forward with no expression on his face, and sent the manuscripts in his hand to several review committee members one by one.

It was very thin paper, with only a few numbers written on it, but it made them fall into long thoughts and silence. When it was Master Heisenberg's turn, Heisenberg just took it, and immediately buckled it back on the table without looking at it.

Ye Qingxuan kept walking, and finally delivered his manuscript to Master Butlermy.

Butlerm hesitated for a moment~IndoMTL.com~ accepted the manuscript.

Seeing the young man nodded gratefully, he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Is it really possible for me to make a fair judgment?

He was holding the manuscript, but his gaze wandered between Ingmar and Abraham, feeling confused for a while. In the end, he bowed his head and sighed in frustration.

Then, the look in his eyes can no longer look away.

He stared at the characters on the manuscript, his palm trembling, almost unable to restrain: "This is...this is..."

It was as if an electric light struck up and down from his head in an instant, and it suddenly opened up, and there was a sudden wave of ether fluctuations around him, and there were faint signs of losing control.

Immediately, the power was restrained by him. But he could no longer maintain his calmness, suddenly raised his head and looked at the boy:

"As underneath, as above, then everything will come...

——This is "The Jade Record"? ! "(To be continued.)