Silent Crown Chapter 185: Stage

Just on the long street, a galloping carriage suddenly stopped, and then turned away, revealing the young man behind it. (Baidu search for the fastest and most stable update of the literature website) [Fiction update, please search]

And the dumbfounded group of people behind him.

"Incorrect modeling."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "Whose carriage with two wheels is not so big and runs so smoothly and fast?"

He passed through the illusion of horror left by the graduates, moved on, and then took a photo of a sign on the side of the road.

"Fuck it!" The sign screamed, then disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him with a squint, "The perspective effect is completely wrong, so I will go back and practice again. How many handicapped carpenters can make this kind of sign?"

He continued to move forward, the school badge was photographed on a street lamp, he looked up at the street lamp, his eyes sighed helplessly:

"You speak with your conscience, where is there a street lamp that looks like a chimney?."

The street lamp flicked, and before he could speak, he turned away, leaving only a wailing whine, "Is it wrong to grow fat..."

Ye Qingxuan continued to move forward, the sluggish group of students behind him had turned into walking corpses, followed by step by step, and almost lost the ability to think.

What's the matter?

What happened?

Why has this world suddenly become so evil? Where is the teacher? There seems to be something wrong...

As everyone stared, Ye Qingxuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned back towards the crowd. The students were disturbed and hurriedly made way for him. But he saw him turn right and walked into a cafe.

The enthusiastic waiter came up: "May I have something to order?"

Ye Qingxuan pushed him away, looking at him, and walked in.

Just outside the window, everyone could see clearly, Ye Qingxuan walked through the bar and living room, and finally stopped in the corner, looking up at the oil painting in front of him. It's like saying something.

The oil painting is motionless and silent.

Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and snatched a kerosene lighter from the table next to him. "Papa" lit a fire and leaned close to the oil painting.

"Be honest. I'll burn it?"

"Wait, don't burn! Don't burn!"

The oil painting actually twisted and climbed down from the wall: "I have become right?! I checked it carefully!"

"Go back and study art history."

Ye Qingxuan relentlessly lit the oil painting, "This street is decorated with classicism that was popular hundreds of years ago. How could it be possible to hang a rococo-style mural more than a hundred years later! It's not too much. Eye-catching."

As soon as the school badge is photographed, the burning oil painting disappears without a trace, leaving only a patch of ash.

"Your lighter."

Ye Qingxuan tossed the lighter back to the stunned customer, then took off the cigar that was lit at the corner of his mouth and put it out in the coffee.

He smiled slightly. Wave goodbye:

"Don't smoke in public, thank you."

……

When the sixth hour passed, the whole environment changed again, from the streets of Avalon to a deserted island, with beasts overgrown, and the students even faced the challenge of survival pressure.

Ye Qingxuan just saw a parrot being chased by a tiger, screaming: "Catch me, catch me. I don't want to be eaten..."

Then, he smiled at the fifty credits sent to the door, and then killed the tiger by the way.

This tiger was born in an etheric dense zone. There was even resistance, and the degree of mutation was not low. Ye Qingxuan's effort was really abolished, and he almost stumbled and capsized in the gutter.

"It's just that you can become a stone, but you must at least have a name?"

He raised his hand and kicked the rock under the kick, "Granite? Diabase? Or limestone? There are so many volcanoes on this island, you at least become volcanic rock?"

Every time you tap. The stone shook, and in the end he gave up on himself: "Whatever rock. Anyway, it looks like this!"

"Then you deserve it."

Sweep the school badge and start with 50 credits.

"Where are you going?"

Ye Qingxuan squinted and looked behind him. Behind him, a weird bush that was creeping away was stiff in place.

The bush's movement became stiff and twisted, as if turning back slowly: "I, where did I go wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan suddenly asked: "You must have no friends? Do you know why?"

"Huh?" The bush's voice was obviously guilty, "I don't know what you are talking about..."

"Isn't it because this look is so ugly that I have no friends?"

Ye Qingxuan took out the school badge and took a picture of his face, "The mimicry is so ugly and you want to graduate? Go back and rebuild!"

"Uuuuuuuu..."

The bush slapped away without a trace, and the graduate's heartbroken face was vaguely visible.

"And you!"

He pointed to the broken ship that was stranded on the tidal flat next to him, "I didn't even look at you, what are you shaking?"

"I, I..."

The broken ship lay innocently in the scouring of the sea, forcibly defending: "Can't I be cold?!"

The answer to him was the school badge on his face:

"Then go back and change clothes for me!"

Slap!

The broken ship disappeared without a trace, and the school badge shook again, and it was another fifty credits to start.

"So far, has anyone figured out the rules?"

Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head.

Actually, the focus of the trial is not at all about the students' mastery of ether and movement, nor the attainments of mimicry.

—It's observation.

From the familiar and accustomed ‘safe area. College’ to the chaotic zone of chaos, complex and turbulent changes. Queen’s Road, followed by the dangerous volcanic island.

No matter how the external environment changes, students must find the discordant place, and then eradicate it!

Under the seemingly joke-like trial method, the students' vision, determination and determination are tested. Only in this way can the hidden dangers be discovered.

Or, incarnate in it, become a crisis for others.

Only in this way, one day, after entering the dark world full of dangers, will we be able to survive from that terrible world where even gravity changes.

Ye Qingxuan looked around and continued to move forward steadily, towards the center of the island, the crater where lava was boiling.

The closer to the volcano. The more cracks on the ground, the hot steam gushing out from the cracks, it is the sulfur hot spring after boiling.

And just in the afternoon sky. The bell came faintly, indicating that the next round of change is coming soon.

"Time is running out?"

Ye Qingxuan said to himself. A frosty ray cooled the rock under his butt, and then he sat down with his back to the crater unceremoniously.

He looked around at his feet, on the huge desert islands, dense forests, tidal flats, and yellow sand. The gale came from afar, with boiling water vapor, scorching hot, and curling up his hair.

The lava coats the white hair with a fiery red glow. It seems to be burning.

He looked down at the world, pinched his knuckles, and muttered to himself:

"——Seize the last chance and make a big deal."

Crash!

At his fingertips, the silver string ring released a faint sound of the piano, and the strings unfolded continuously from the air, criss-crossing and erecting all around him.

The moment he lifted his finger and pressed it down, he hesitated again. After thinking for a moment. The five fingers change slightly, controlling the changes of the strings.

The criss-cross strings shifted, and the seven strings of civil and martial arts moved quietly. Become slender and slender, juxtaposed in one place. Three strings dissipated into silver light spots, and then gathered into a slender bow in his right hand.

This is the mimicry of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei. After it is activated, it is not only the appearance that changes. It can adjust its structure and frequency to the extent that it perfectly fits the movement.

"If my ancestors know that I can't even use a piece of music, I can only use the Nine Heavens Ring as a violin, and I will definitely jump out of the coffin with anger?"

Ye Qingxuan inadvertently bounced Di on the head of Ye Jiazu's grave, while the bow of his right hand was placed on the strings between his neck.

A clear and misty melody emerges here.

The earth's crust bursts in the distant echo of the sea tide. Hot water vapor sprayed into the roar of the sky, in the crisp sound of lava boiling and the scorching ‘bubbles’ bursting. In the chaos that filled the entire desert island.

There was a faint melody that no one noticed.

It drifted in all directions like mist, permeating every sound. Insignificant. But it's everywhere.

"What is he doing?"

At the foot of the mountain, the student raised his head blankly and looked at the highest place, the young man playing the violin leisurely. So comfortable and calm, it seems that he has given up the trial and immersed himself in the melody.

Under their feet, in the cracks of the rocks, the boiling hot spring emits scorching steam. The steam is in the air, faintly condensing into a long water line.

The insignificant waterline seems to be riding the melody, driving the notes, and following the faint melody, it extends in all directions.

One, two...Dozens of water lines spread from the highest point to the surroundings, swept by the hot wind, and sent to more distant places.

Occupying the unique geography, the melody of "Polero" reverberates over the entire desert island.

At the end of the first measure, with the subtle tune intensified, it blends into the sea breeze and tide, and penetrates into every corner.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third bars began.

At the beginning of each section, the number and length of the waterline skyrocketed by geometric multiples. Up to this moment, the melody is still dim and vague, even if you listen carefully, you can't recognize its existence.

This long tune came silently, silently seeped into everything, lurking in every corner. Drawing on the power of water vapor and ether, strengthening, strengthening, and then strengthening......

The sixth section!

The sonorous tune finally broke through all the noise interference, echoed on the desert island, echoed in everyone's ears.

The students looked up blankly, looked in all directions, recognizing the direction of the melody, but they found nothing.

The melody sounded from everyone's ears, like a mumbling. Relaxed and lively, like sunshine, leading them to involuntarily immerse themselves in it, making it difficult to distinguish distance and distance.

The water vapor is drenched, and countless lines of thought are driving the sea breeze, falling and dancing on the island.

Like a dancer who dances gracefully, her movements are so soft, but with a breathtaking beauty~IndoMTL.com~ In the gentle dance, the rhythm is high and sonorous.

The melody grows, changes, from weak to strong in that rhythm. As if the flood that had been brewing for a whole summer broke through the dam, it echoed violently and swiftly on the entire desert island.

I don't know when, the melody softened and turned into warmth, echoing in everyone's ears, casting a clear and strong ‘image’ in their hearts.

Close your eyes, as if you can see the fascinating and beautiful dancer dancing wildly. She is wearing a red dress like a flame. When she turns around, the skirt lifts up like a burning flame.

She stepped on the rhythm of the melody, dancing in everyone's heart.

In that frantic dance, the fiery red skirt seemed to completely cover the entire desert island.

——Here, it has become her stage! (To be continued) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day