Silent Crown Chapter 227: Night of the Barren Mountain
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"Hey, kid, wake up!"
Deeply asleep, Ye Qingxuan felt someone slapping his cheek, drowsy, he opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Hermes' faint face.
"What's this?" He lifted his finger.
"Three."
Hermes seemed to nod his head, and then asked: "How much is forty-four times six plus fifty-two divided by two?"
"..." Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded.
"It seems that logical thinking has not recovered yet, what about time perception?" Hermes asked again, "what time is it?"
Ye Qingxuan crossed his shoulders and stared at the sky blankly: "If you look at the sun, it's afternoon, right?"
"Hey! This is Jianlan Underground Palace, where is the sun?"
Hermes rubbed his hands and lit a stick of incense and swept it across the tip of the boy's nose: "Although the ceremony was successful, but the spirit has not recovered, let's sleep for a while."
No, I clearly saw...
The intense sleepiness suddenly struck again, Ye Qingxuan's eyes went dark, and he fell asleep again.
In his dream, he saw the sun above the sky, and the sun's rays were so bright. There is also the moon, which is hidden under the horizon, with pale and blue light.
The moonlight seemed to whisper to herself, but it was too far apart, Ye Qingxuan couldn't hear clearly.
He saw the sun set toward the horizon little by little, and the moonlight rose inch by inch, until finally, the two ends of the sky, the sun and the moon shone briefly.
Their light shines on the young man, like the pupil of a god.
Ye Qingxuan finally heard the words they kept repeating in his ears. It was a whisper from the ancient times and the truth engraved on the stone tablet.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan woke up from his sleep.
I don't know when, he has been lifted out of the Lair of Sleep, lying in the lounge of the large library. The room was empty. There was silence.
He recalled carefully, but felt that there were only a few absurd fragments left in his mind, like a joke, he only remembered that there was a Xiao Ming who was very unlucky in everything.
Other than that, I don't remember anything.
Just as he painstakingly recalled, he touched the heavy stone in his hand. The stone flakes were cold, with a metallic texture, and the touch of cuneiform characters reminded him of the scorching sun and moonlight whispering in his ears in his sleep. They said:
"——As above, as below, so all things have the beginning."
The young man rubbed the cuneiform characters on it, and finally understood what the cuneiform characters were.
It is not a simple discourse, but a simplified theory of music. It uses the school of change as a rainbow. Taking the "Creator" as the proposition, the exploration and evolution were carried out, and the result was obtained.
It compares music theory to the process of alchemy, re-categorizes the material of all things, and proposes a broken but reliable tree diagram, which can be traced back to the beginning of all things in turn, the source of everything... , If the tree diagram is complete.
If the alchemist can comprehend what is in it. I will definitely be ecstatic, willing to exchange all the treasures. But to Ye Qingxuan, it was a little bit like talking.
However, even if Ye Qingxuan didn't dabble in the school of change, after mastering this understanding, there was a feeling that the music theory in his mind had been renewed, and the world in his eyes had changed.
When you look at it intently. As if you can feel the origin of things. Obviously sitting indoors, but as if he could feel the glow of the setting sun gradually falling.
Is it an illusion?
"Don't be in a daze."
Suddenly came the old voice: "——Slow, it is the enemy of musicians."
In an instant, the fishy wind rushed from behind his head, and Ye Qingxuan rolled on the spot without thinking. Then I heard a roar. A big hole appeared in the ground.
Just where he was originally, a deformed creature with slender hands and feet, with a steel luster appeared, like a person who was stretched abruptly, the skin of his body was peeled off, and replaced by A layer of rusty copper.
On its face, there is also a bone mask that grows out of flesh and blood. There are three eyes on the mask, two on the left and one on the right. There are only a few small dots in the turbid yellow pupils, like Compound eyes of insects.
"Lost one?"
There was a chill in the back of Ye Qingxuan's head: How could the lower-level demons created by the Cthulhu appear here?
But time was too late for him to think about it, the lost man screamed, and rushed towards him with his hands and feet. The slender arm with steel luster burst into the air and let out a scream that was breathtaking.
Ye Qingxuan stepped back one after another, feeling its sharp nails sweeping past his eyes. At that moment, the eye mask that hadn't been felt was rubbed by something extremely cold.
It was too late to hesitate and think about it, Ye Qingxuan's five fingers stretched out suddenly tightened, as if they had pinched something, and the jiuxiao ring on the index finger burst out with a glimmer.
In the sound of ice crystal proliferation, the strings of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei grew out of the void, and the advancement was beyond Ye Qingxuan's expectation, and suddenly changed, forming a phantom of an indeterminate musical instrument in mid-air.
After devouring a lot of spirituality, the spirituality of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei has finally recovered a part, and it can already change its body to adapt to the requirements of the movement.
Okay, great!
Ye Qingxuan's eyes flashed with excitement, and his fingertips played a fierce melody.
At that moment, it was like a high-pitched voice burst out. It was a tight roundabout, and in just a few moments, the melody of the roundabout rose to a peak.
As I progressed, the Nine Heavens Ring Pei suddenly shook, bursting out with a magnificent horn roar.
The circling melody called to the ether, forming an invisible rope, bound in layers, wrapped around the body of the lost person, making him difficult.
Just as the horn roared, the body of the lost person shook suddenly, his arm doubled suddenly, and he grabbed Ye Qingxuan's face.
Ye Qingxuan stared at the sharp palm of his face, motionless.
Because a silver chain has stretched out of the void, wrapped around its limbs, and tightened suddenly!
There was a creak, it was the sound of broken bones.
The lost man screamed, but he couldn't move under the chains.
And the roaring horn sounded again, the melody was like a scorching sun, to break through all darkness and announce the dawn.
In that melody, there was a cold voice of steel rubbing.
Countless iron sand emerged from the void, violently colliding with each other, rubbing and burning to crimson, merged into one body, and turned into several sharp spikes.
The jet-black spikes also had a hot scarlet, and they pierced down with the guidance of the horn.
In a flash, it has been nailed into its body, tearing its shell, penetrating it like a bamboo, and nailing it to the wall. The nails carried burning runes and prayers of demonic descent, emitting a dazzling light.
The light is like a flame, burning the body of the lost person from the inside out, making it surging fire from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose on its weird mask.
In just a few seconds, it was reduced to ashes in the fire that erupted inside.
Like an illusion, the demon disappeared in an instant.
Only pale fly ash fell from the sky.
""Night of the Barren Mountain", long time no see."
The old voice sighed and exclaimed: "When the Religious Justice Bureau had not been banned, whenever its melody sounded, one could see the fire frame erected like a forest lit, and the flames burned the dark night sky to crimson. The prosperous scene."
Dominic didn't know when he appeared behind the boy. When he saw the boy staring at his stunned expression, he seemed to understand something and laughed strangely:
"You can see this too? Yes, the growth is not small. It seems that the increase in'insight' gained by the induction of heaven and man?
Yes, it’s not far from a formal musician..."
Speaking, he turned around, supported a cane, and left silently.
But Ye Qingxuan still stayed in place.
What is that?
At that moment, when he looked back, he saw the old rickety Dominic and the mountain of bones behind him like a phantom.
It seems that there are countless dead bones of monsters piled up to form a huge cave that is terrifying and majestic, and the cave is filled with dark mist, as if it was a call from the underworld.
As Dominic left, the fleeting illusion has disappeared without a trace.
Only a line of black gas lingering, like footprints rising in flames, stretched into the darkness, and disappeared without a trace with Dominic.
It was a terrifying sight that Ye Qingxuan had never seen in the past. A startled glance made him unable to move.
"You made the ghost?"
He lowered his head, stroking the stone inscribed with cuneiform on his fingertips, confused, and after a long time he laughed at himself:
"Forget it, what do you worry about now?"
Isn't there still something waiting to be done by yourself?
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"Oh! Cheers! Cheers!"
In the beer hall, Charles cheered, inserted a string of grilled sausages, chewed and cheered, rejoicing.
Only when he eats the buffet, can he show his true fighting power and eat Hesai all the way. In just half an hour, a strong man's rations have been stuffed for several days.
According to his statement, it is rare to have meat to eat, and the opportunity is rare. First, eat enough for one month.
Bai Xi, who came with him, has done it by the side~IndoMTL.com~ with a calm face, pretending not to know him. Only Ye Qingxuan had a thick skin, but sitting beside Shire, feeling the resentment of the foreman, his eyes felt Alexander.
This time, in order to celebrate Ye Qingxuan's sublimation ceremony, even the teacher rarely went out to eat together. Anyway, this shop is just across from the school gate, not too far away.
Perhaps the meeting went well, and he was in a good mood. After eating a little bit, he was holding a glass of beer and smilingly watched the group of students ate Hesai.
Just after Hu had eaten Haisai and waited for the waiter to bring up the next round of barbecue, Charles finally had time to stop, wiped his hands, and asked the question he cared most.
"Leaves, other gods are mysterious, I have been waiting for a long time, is there any gain in the sublimation ceremony?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled, looked left and right, swept the playing cards left by the alcoholic in the last round from the empty table next door, integrated them into one piece, and after washing them twice, looked up at Shire:
"Which one do you want?" (To be continued.).
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