Silent Crown Chapter 349: Transactions

Late night, the room was in a mess, as if it had not been cleaned up for a long time.

How many people dissipated the precious pieces of music that they could not ask for, and the theory of high and deep music was scattered on the ground at will, and the night wind outside the window was turned around at will, but no one cared about it.

Ye Qingxuan was lying in the pile of books with a stuffed ashtray in front of him.

He pinched out the last cigarette butt, closed his eyes, but couldn't sleep.

It's not that I can't sleep, it's that I can't sleep.

Because of the worry that Shire has not been able to sleep a few days ago, fortunately, he has the music theory of the sage stone in his body, and his physique is far beyond ordinary people. Let alone ten days, even if he does not sleep for a month, he needs to rest at most. a period of time. Will not die suddenly like ordinary people.

But after Charles was safe, he realized that he couldn't sleep anymore.

In these days, he was bored with planning to compose music, picking up so many precious music theories and movements from the silent organ, and his own music theory has improved by leaps and bounds, but now, he has gone too far...

Once his consciousness is slightly blurred and the music theory in his body loses control, it will spontaneously operate, just like the weeds after the spring rain, and the horses on the wasteland. Once he loses control, he will run wild.

It's too strong.

It's so strong that he can't control it by himself.

It was like a thousand hands pulling his mind, so he had to suppress this power all the time.

This is not good.

If there is no way to master this part of the overly strong music theory, Ye Qingxuan may only have to find a few discipline musicians to seal himself up.

"I said it earlier, it's not a problem of music theory, it's your problem."

Lola's voice came from the moonlight, as if she was in her ears: "Ye Qingxuan, since you set the origin and stepped into resonance, you have been a dream weaver.

Until now, you still don’t know how a true dream weaver should use his power..."

Ye Qingxuan suddenly got a headache, scratching his messy hair.

"It's useless if you blame me."

He said: "What about that **** Ye Lanzhou? Abandoning his wife's conscience, for so many years he has not known his life or death, and he hasn't even left a last word.

Up to now, the Ye family has died to the point that there is only a single seedling like me. Not to mention the dream weaver, I don't even know where to go to the grave to burn paper money for those lone ghosts and ghosts? "

"..." Lola was silent for a while.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing, scratching his messy hair.

"Dream Weaver...It's really troublesome."

Dream weavers.

The unique advancement inherited by Ye's blood of heaven and man, all paternal patriarchs of the past were formed from this.

Since ancient times, there have been many musicians who have carved movements on their bodies, such as Xiaoyuan of the Shixin School; there are also many factions that inherit music theory by blood, and the blood of heaven and man is the representative.

But very few people have thought about taking a step closer and making hands and feet in their own consciousness.

People who dare to do this are crazy.

Except for Yip's.

Yip's forged ether and music theory into consciousness, using self-dream as a medium to carry the embryonic elements.

The body, blood, and consciousness are integrated in a ladder made by the Nine Heavens Ring Pei, achieving a perfect balance.

Since the resonance level, the grand avenue leading to the scepter has been paved, and it is naturally more effective since then.

From the beginning of Ye Qingxuan's apprenticeship as a musician, the embryonic form of dreams began to develop. Silently drawing strength from Ye Qingxuan's consciousness and music theory, as Ye Qingxuan stepped into resonance, it was time for the advanced dream weaver to bear fruit.

"Unfortunately, you just have no dreams to do." Laura sighed: "The theory of music has no support, and the ether has nowhere to return. You will naturally feel upset."

Ye Qingxuan asked: "Is this common?"

"Never before."

Lola replied: "Most dream weavers think about their etheric dreams before they advance. Only you have never thought about it.

Furthermore, you **** lacked desire for Da Yuan from the very beginning. You simply use music theory and movement as tools. Where is there a musician like you in the world? "

"Hey, Laura, I dreamed of becoming a musician."

Ye Qingxuan spreads his hands: "I am not longing enough for this?"

"Want to do and like to do are two different things."

Lola snorted coldly: "If being a cook can satisfy your wishes, I guess you must be the best cook in Avalon now. But would you spend a little thought to be the best cook in the world? ?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

"This is the problem, Ye Qingxuan."

Lola sighed: "For you, the status of'musician' is just work. Why have you ever regarded it as a lifelong pursuit? Compared to this, I think you prefer to follow Abraham as an ancient historian... …"

"It's a big deal, I just have a dream." Ye Qingxuan said stiffly: "Anyway, as long as it is a dream, right?"

Lola asked back, "If you can just have a dream, why have you not fallen asleep yet?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless. After a long time, he sighed irritably: "How did Ye Lanzhou solve it back then?"

"I don't know." Laura shook her head, "When I met him, he was already a dream weaver. As for what his dream is, I believe you have a deep understanding of it."

The sea gives birth to a bright moon.

High mountains and flowing water, the chapter of the bright moon.

More than a deep experience?

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up: "I have learned the moonlight, can't I make a cottage with a gourd painting?"

Then, Laura's cold water poured down mercilessly.

"Moonlight, not a bright moon."

Lola said: "Light is the application of the table, and the moon is the essence of the inside.

You are very comfortable with applying one, but you don't know anything about the essence of the bright moon at sea.

You have always been like this, good at application, but lack of interest in the core, purely using music and music theory as tools. As long as you are a little interested, there will be no such embarrassing situation. "

"He taught me." Ye Qingxuan said stiffly: "It doesn't make sense, you can't copy it."

"He just pointed a way to you."

"Road?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I didn't see anything..."

He was stunned before he finished speaking.

Dream, the end of the dream... the end of the dream... to the end of the dream!

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan suddenly bounced from the ground and patted his head vigorously: "Why did I forget this!"

Ye Lanzhou left a clue for herself from the beginning.

But he has found the wrong direction.

The end of the dream...

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In the middle of the night, the wolf flute was awakened by Ye Qingxuan from his dream.

After a long time, he rubbed his eyes and opened the door, and when he saw Ye Qingxuan with red eyes in front of the door, he showed a bitter expression: "What's the matter?

Yeba, I know you are in a very anxious mood now, but you always want people to sleep, right? It’s not like everyone is like you, sleepless and starts working like a machine 24 hours a day. I just lie down and my eyes are still closed. I have to work until tomorrow, right? "

Ye Qingxuan shook his hand and solemnly pleaded:

"Do me a favor."

"..."

The wolf flute was stunned. After a long silence, he took out a pack of squashed cigarettes from his pocket and turned out a crooked cigarette. After lighting it for a few puffs, he shook his head and finally became sober. Up.

"Say it."

He sighed: "What are you doing again? Can I, the most useless scepter master of all time, be able to cover it?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "You know what I want you to help is definitely not this."

He was stunned for a moment, "Do you want to bring Shire Shanren?"

"Neither."

So the wolf flute's expression became more and more sad.

"Can I not help?"

"Wolf flute, you are my good friend." Ye Qingxuan pressed his shoulders with sincere eyes: "Both good friends should always help each other, right?"

"..."

The expression of the wolf flute suddenly became very exciting: "Why does the word good friend sound like a scum when you say it from your mouth?"

Ye Qingxuan asked bluntly: "What exactly did Ye Lanzhou do in the Holy City back then? How can you know a little bit after you have been in the Silent Organization for so long?

I'm talking about the part of the giant with one hundred arms. "

"...Do you know all of this?"

The wolf flute was taken aback for a long time, and shook his head with a wry smile: "You wait for me to change my clothes."

Five minutes later, the wolf flute was properly dressed and returned to the door.

"Let's go."

He smokes a cigarette and leads the way: "Follow me."

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Two hours later, Ye Qingxuan took the elevator to the taboo document preservation center of the Silent Organ.

There is still silence in the gloomy grave-like library.

But Ye Qingxuan was relaxed and not at all uncomfortable. Rather, he was like a fish in water. It's the same in the Royal Library anyway, except that there is no light, it seems there is no difference.

If he didn't know that he was in a foreign country, he would still like to call Gawain out for a chat.

Soon, he saw the withered and old dwarf manager behind the counter.

"Mr. Administrator, we want to check some of the files." Wolfflute said.

"Why are you again...oh, there is a new face, your friend?"

The dwarf glanced at Ye Qingxuan and stretched out his hand: "Do you have permission?"

"No." Wolf flute shook his head: "This is a private inquiry, without any authorization, and we don't want anyone to know."

The dwarf clicked his mouth, no surprise:

"Then come by the rules, who will pay the price?"

Wolf flute turned away, revealing Ye Qingxuan who was blank behind him:

"He."

The dwarf nodded, took out an old bronze balance from under the counter, and placed it on the table.

The ancient balance is decorated with gorgeous patterns, which seem to faintly echo with some distant place, exuding quiet waves.

"I don't care what you want to know or what you want to do."

The dwarf said lightly: "Come here, you have to abide by my rules.

——Exchange it~IndoMTL.com~Knowledge is valuable, exchange it with what you know. Write the keywords you want to know on the paper, put it on the left, it will assess the weight. If you can provide something equivalent, the transaction can be successful. "

Ye Qingxuan looked at the balance: "Anything can be used for trading?"

"It doesn't matter to music theory, music, intelligence, secrets, even gossip magazines, street rumors, as long as it is knowledge."

The dwarf said lightly: "This is one of the entrances to Nibelungen, leading to the realm of omniscient sages, and even the "lighthouse" is only a part of it.

As long as the price you pay is enough, even the color of the pope’s **** can tell you. "

"Okay, help me see what color the pope's **** are."

Ye Qingxuan got excited and rubbed his hands. Before the wolf flute stopped him, he wrote the keyword "Pope's Underpants Color" on the note and placed it on the left side of the balance.

Crash! (To be continued.)