Silent Crown Chapter 313: Sea fog
"Blood of Heaven and Man..."
Ye Qingxuan could sense that as he progressed to becoming an official musician, after the heavens and humans sensed, the power that had been sealed for a long time in his bloodline was close at hand. Although under the implied seal of Ye Lanzhou, they were still unable to detect each other, but still had a certain impact.
I often feel the instinctive impulse when Ye Qingxuan is half-dreaming and half-awake. It is urging him to advance to Resonance as soon as possible and regain his talent.
And, most importantly.
"Dream Weaver?"
Ye Qingxuan whispered the appellation that appeared in the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant. It was his clearer guidance after the induction of heaven and human beings, an advanced level he had never heard of.
From ancient times to the present, as the path of musicians has been refined, even in the same faction, there are musicians who focus on different aspects. Then came the classification that specializes in a certain field like an alchemist. Compared with ordinary musicians, they have advantages, but they all require different advancements.
For example, the royal musicians known as the Anglo School of Music integrated the music theory of summoning and changing factions at the same time when they advanced to formal musicians, and mastered the mystery and technology of transformation between element and animality.
Compared with other advanced levels, the advanced requirements of Dreamweavers are particularly high.
In short, don't even think about it if you don't reach the resonance level.
Moreover, when advancing resonance, you must anchor your ‘origin’ to a special place based on theory. However, Ye Qingxuan felt that it was not ordinary difficulty to meet its requirements.
Because of its origin position-it will move!
The origin between the virtual and the real, drifting in the sea of the nine layers of ether, suddenly going up and down, jumping among different classes...
When I saw it for the first time, Ye Qingxuan wanted to vomit blood. The more he thought about it, the more **** he was. How could there be such a wicked origin in the world? It is simply against the norm.
The more he thinks about it, the more he can't figure it out, to the end. Just put this question aside.
He decided to relax for a while, and read the information that the teacher had prepared for him.
It's all about Romulus' research.
Before you go to the place, you must at least understand the general situation.
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The civilization of the Romulus originated in the riverbank area and developed into the upper desert and oasis-Thebes-where it is one of the cradles of mankind's most primitive civilization. The ancient Thebes school was born there.
With the destruction of the three golden cities in mythology, civilization spread to all directions, and the remnants established many city states.
Finally, the hero Aeneas, led by Dayuan, left his homeland and built the city of wolf on the new fertile soil. All the city states were unified and a huge empire was created.
This is Romulus.
For a hundred years, the Kingdom of Romulus was glorious. After many legends were born, it was destroyed by the invasion of natural disasters-the'Silver Tide' pushed it to the ground.
From then on, the surviving Romulus people were infected by the breath of natural disasters, wandering in all directions, and were regarded as inferior people, sons of demons...displaced.
Until the vagrants finally found a desolate land and settled there. Some people call it ‘Auschwitz’. In the ancient Romulus language, it means ‘heaven’, which is really an excellent irony.
The materials and movements of ancient history are very laborious to read, and time passed without knowing it.
And soon, Ye Qingxuan's reading stopped.
He closed the book, looked down, and the crew below became busy.
The siren was interrupted, the alarm bell fell to the ground, the bell tongue was removed, and the two bodies were carefully wrapped in cotton cloth. All passengers were invited into the cabin. The engine's wheel room stalled, the tied giant sails were lowered, and the whole ship began to sail in the wind.
The whole process is orderly, busy, and fast.
Soon. There was no sound on the entire deck.
Ye Qingxuan pulled the rope down and looked at the person beside him.
"Do I use it or not?"
"No more."
The middle-aged captain has a typical Asgard face, with sharp edges and high brows, looking gloomy and cold. Impersonal:
"There is still an hour to enter the red zone. After the passengers have paid, we have to worry about their safety.
Of course, musicians like Mr. Ye don’t need to worry about us. Rather, if there is any accident, this ship will be taken care of by Mr. Ye. "
Speaking, he took out his silver cigarette case and opened it to Ye Qingxuan. Ye Qingxuan shook his head and took out his unused pipe.
"Good stuff, it's good to be kept."
The captain's eyes were jealous: "Can the shredded tobacco divide me a little?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and gave him shredded tobacco: "The atmosphere is so serious, I am also a little stressed, isn't Mr. Captain nervous?"
"Relax. We are using the civilian safe route. We just cross the red zone. As long as we are quiet, there will be nothing wrong. You will get used to it." He skilfully rolled up the tobacco and lighted it, and took a deep, comfortable breath. , Spit out smoke, nodded approvingly.
"Does Mr. Captain know the black zone well?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
"Well, I accidentally wiped the edge once."
The captain nodded, "That scene is terrible, I still can't forget it. It just collided with the reef, the whole ship seemed to come alive, singing in the black zone, everyone... "
A sailor approached, he closed his mouth and stopped talking.
He didn't want his words to be heard by unrelated people. It was for the sake of these sailors rather than confidentiality. After all, not everyone can bear those absurd stories and terrifying rumors.
The approaching sailor glanced at Ye Qingxuan and lowered his voice: "Captain, come and take a look behind, there is something..."
Ye Qingxuan frowned.
As he approached the red zone, he closed the sensing range and accuracy to avoid chaotic interference. Before the sailor came over, he just noticed something floating along the ocean current, which he regarded as a common sundries at sea.
When he heard him say this, he squinted his eyes and nodded:
"Captain, you really should go over and take a look."
Hearing Ye Qingxuan's words, the captain's eyes suddenly became serious, and after walking for two steps, he looked back at him: "Together?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded to follow. When he arrived, the sailor watching the excitement had been driven away by the first officer, and only two people remained in place.
The captain pressed his head down on the railing and looked to the side. Something floated over in the tumbling deep blue ocean current. Under the surging waves of the water, it gently hit the hull on the side.
It seems that a polite guest is knocking on the door.
It is the fragments, fragments of a certain lifeboat, only the bow turned over, bullying on the sea like a dead whale. Right on the bottom of the boat out of the water. There was also a corpse that was swollen with blisters.
He was nailed to the bottom of the boat.
Someone pulled out a nail from the original rescue boat and passed it through the back of the deceased's hand, nailing him to the bottom of the broken boat, soaking half of his body in the water, allowing him to float with the waves. It will not sink into the water after exhaustion.
"I nailed it myself..." a sailor said softly.
At the time of the death, the man was almost too weak to hold onto the boat, so he nailed himself to the boat, praying for a way out. Unfortunately, the way of life did not take care of him.
The seagull pecked away his eyes, leaving only a pair of empty eye holes facing the distance, looking through.
Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze.
I saw such a bleak scene before entering the red zone, which was beyond his expectation.
The first officer asked in a low voice, "Captain. What about this...?"
At the stern, the captain was smoking a cigarette and was silent for a long time, then muttered, "What are you doing stupidly? People are dead, do you want to come up and worship?
Go ahead. "
He turned and left.
So the ship continued to sail.
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Half an hour later, the wind-driven boat finally slowly approached the red zone.
Ye Qingxuan could feel that the ether in the ocean and wind was almost saturated.
In the feeling of the musician, it seemed as if he had entered the world of stars, passed through the brilliant clouds, and every breath faintly set off a flash of light.
"It's foggy."
Ye Qingxuan stood on the deck. Staring at the mist on the sea in the distance.
Soon, the thick mist that was too thick to see the fingers, with a clammy breath, swallowed the boat.
A bleak pale white. The sailors on the deck all put on respirators, and even Ye Qingxuan put on the mask that looked like a pig's nose.
After putting it on, it’s hard to breathe, but it doesn’t feel suffocating.
After the fog, there is nothing to look at at sea.
The sea in the induction is empty and silent. There is a long tidal sound in the distance, everything is normal. Ye Qingxuan turned back to the cabin, ready to continue reading, but after two steps, he was stunned.
Take out the book and press it on the back of the book.
It's wet.
"Illusion..."
He whispered softly, his tail trembling slightly: "Someone has illusioned here?"
After experiencing the last ‘fire’, although the teacher didn’t say anything on the face, all the materials have been damp-proof and fire-proof since then. The fire does not burn, even if it is thrown into the water for several hours, it is still dry as new when it is taken out.
——He cut off the premise of burning and flooding directly from the school of prohibition, and rejected the change of nature.
So, in that case.
Does this inexplicable fog really exist in this world?
He thought silently for a long time~IndoMTL.com~Flicking his fingers, the silent Bolero Web was awakened.
For a long time, after deliberately adding many ‘revelation school’ music theories, Bolero, who originally had no school characteristics, has gradually transformed into a revelation school style.
Abandoning other gains, it becomes pure exploration and reading.
Along with the light melody, the water vapor line of thought was awakened again, and the faint moonlight lit up from it. In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the fog suddenly became dreamlike, and the beauty became misty again.
Although this scene is magnificent, Ye Qingxuan did not dare to watch it indiscriminately. He only saw the existence of illusion, but he couldn't get rid of it.
Once a musician reaches the level of a formal musician, the structure of all movements will be transformed, with a complete structure, and the stability of the effect cannot be compared with the past.
Especially illusion is weird. If you don’t understand its core and source, the mess will only get deeper and deeper. In the end, you can’t distinguish the difference between the real and the illusion, and you will be at the mercy of others. (To be continued.)