Silent Crown Chapter 410: Fortunately

I don't know when Ye Qingxuan was already asleep, but when he woke up, he found that the sky was already full of red clouds outside the window, and it was already evening.

Now is the time to let the wind go for one hour a day.

Under the setting sun, in the courtyard behind the high walls, the detained prisoners were sitting together in twos and threes, playing cards or chatting, some of them were drinking tea and writing poems to the fallen leaves.

Watching them talk about the wit of poetry and tea tasting, it feels like a noble club here.

But for some reason, Ye Qingxuan felt that the sense of violation became stronger and stronger.

It's like a group of five-and-three coarse-haired horse bandits sitting in a pink room together dressing up their dolls for a tea party.

The smile is gentle, and even the scars on his face reveal the smell of happiness.

And above the tower, the sound of a pipe organ sounded.

This is not a movement that drives the ether, it's just pure music.

The magnificent and melodious hymn melody reverberates in the prison, and the ethereal and holy melody fills the ears, making people feel the beauty and preciousness of life.

"What the **** is this?"

He frowned and murmured softly.

"Don't you know yet?"

Not far away, the old man dozing off on the wheelchair raised his eyes to look at him, and couldn't help but mocking: "This is the movement prepared by the Holy City to wash the souls of us sinners.

Play it occasionally, hoping to use the beauty of music to let us realize the beauty of life and the greatness of justice...probably that's it. After a long time, you will get used to it. "

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback and asked: "There is no way to communicate with the ether here. Is the movement really useful?"

The old man's smile became mysterious.

"Young man, you are still too young, even if you are talented, the time to be exposed to music theory is still short. There are some things that you have not had time to experience."

He said lightly: "If you can live for decades, you will understand: Even without ether, music is a magical and powerful thing... worthy of intoxicating souls.

Just listening will shake the soul. "

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and a memory segment flashed across his mind: "The note... is it language?"

When the old man in the wheelchair heard him, his eyes were slightly startled, and he nodded slightly:

"You can think so."

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The so-called notes are the transcription of the Voice of the World.

By observing the world, human beings turn the sounds that convey mysteries into notes to drive miracles.

The beginning of the birth of all civilizations must be the birth of language. The ancestors of the Asgardians sacrificed themselves to the Tree of Truth and received the original Rune note of Asgard.

The Sumerians say that the wise men have stolen the language from the sacred fire to bring light to mankind, but the price is that the soul will fall into prison after death...

Music notes are language.

This is what Abraham said during the first class.

He believes that musical notes are the language of the ether, and this laid the foundation for the ‘interpretation method’.

Ye Qingxuan didn't understand what the teacher said at the time, but now suddenly there is an inexplicable understanding.

"It looks like you understand a little bit?"

The eyes of the weird old man in the wheelchair became subtle: "Even if there is no ether, some melody can affect people's emotions and personality. With some special condiments and inducements, the effect of'washing the mind' can be achieved. Not difficult.

Under such an environment, even the most heinous villain will one day change their minds and change their previous mistakes... even if they were completely wiped out at the beginning. "

He paused and smiled maliciously: "Welcome to the soul transformation workshop in the Holy City, boy, you should get used to it soon.

It won’t be long before I will join them to talk about art and the beauty of life. "

Ye Qingxuan's expression remained unchanged and fearful. He just looked at the old man and asked: "So, how long have you been here? Thirty years? Or forty years?"

The old man's smile changed slightly.

He grasped the core of the problem.

"Fifty-six years, next month will be fifty-seven years." The old man replied, "You want to know why this set is useless to me? It's okay to tell you, but you may not be able to use it. Get."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "You might as well talk about it, maybe you can do it."

"The method is very simple."

"If you enjoy food, you will be conquered by delicious food.

But if you know that the delicacies you enjoy are made with rotten meat, mad cow, sick pork, and the smelly water from the garbage dump, you will definitely not like it. "

While coughing, the old man smiled strangely in the wheelchair: "Just pierce the sacred coat and see the things below, you won't like that glamorous coat."

Ye Qingxuan frowned, looking blank.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to where the organ melody came from.

"How do you feel about the luthier?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and said: "The basics and **** are very good, it should be from Trinity College, the inheritance of the classical school, but the control is very good, but without losing, it is quite satisfactory."

"That's it? You look too shallow after all."

The old man looked at him with a smile: "Music has spirituality, but where does this spirituality come from?"

Ye Qingxuan answered without hesitation: "A gift from the creator and performer."

"Yes."

The old man laughed strangely: "The spirit of music theory is the way of the heart, and people will hide it, but it will not. It knows what you think, what you do, and it will expose you that you don’t know. Something...

It was after I understood this that I became a black musician. "

It seems that when he recalled the desire and throbbing in his heart for power when he was young, his eyes became cheerful: "Boy, you can't deceive your heart, and you can't make your music lie.

Because of this, when the chapter of fate that integrates your movement spirit is defeated, people will go crazy to death... That is the crystallization of your heart and soul, the most true yourself.

So..."

The old man pointed to his ear: "You just have to listen and you can see its true colors. Do you want to know what the guy who plays the piano is thinking now?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

The old man laughed strangely and pushed the wheelchair:

"Come with me."

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The old man took him to the corner of the yard.

In the shade of the tree, a few old men who were so old that they seemed to die in the coffin in the next instant were sitting around the stone table, playing cards or chatting, Ye Qingxuan looked worried, for fear that they would have a cerebral hemorrhage if they were a little excited. Was sent to the intensive care unit.

"This is Tom and this is Jon. You can call them Old Tang and Old Joe.

The bald head of the pornography, love, and magazine next to him is a pervert, so you can ignore him... Basically, the people here are all heinous guys who are guilty of death, so you don’t need to be merciful.

There are so many idiots who can stay here until now.

Should I give you a detailed introduction? "

"No more."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and chose a position to sit down: "Tom Klein the deerhead. Jon Valena the bone collector, and the one who shaved his hair...it should be the legend of the Holy City. Murderer Mr. Morian, right?

I have a good understanding of your deeds from the reward list of the Order. I did not expect that you are still being held here, which is really surprising.

I didn’t recognize this gentleman with inconvenience, sorry. "

"It's okay, I'm just an unknown person. It doesn't matter if I don't know it, just call me lame."

The old lame man in the wheelchair obviously didn't want to talk about what he had done before, just smiled: "I didn't expect that the most wanted list from decades ago is still remembered by now. It's amazing."

Speaking, he looked at everyone: "I was just talking to this promising young man about the special concert that the Holy City gave us. Do you have any insights?"

"Insights?"

Old Joe glanced at him with a weird look: "What are you doing with a moth?"

"It's just an opinion."

The old lame looked expectant: "It's okay to talk."

Old Joe shook his head: "If I didn't listen carefully, I knew that the person playing the piano has changed... It should be a man, relatively young, probably in his early twenties."

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, then asked: "What else?"

"Let me listen..."

Lao Tang, the deer head man, was also interested. After listening to it for a while, he gave a weird smile: "Hey, this is something on my mind, hehehe.

Absent-minded, I don't know what I'm thinking, it seems that I'm preparing to grind work. "

"Does this need to be said?"

Old Qiao sneered: "The salary given by the Holy City is so low, and I can't buy a house for ten years with such a small amount of money. I am definitely not happy to change it.

Since the future is not bright, it is reasonable to find a way to make more money. "

At this moment, Molian, who had been silent, raised his head and said lightly: "I think it's because of the lower body problem."

"A gambling?"

Lao Tang rubbed his hands: "How about betting on ten dad?"

"Okay."

Morlian smiled, seemingly confident.

Sure enough, after two bars, Tom's expression was hard to look at.

"Damn, why do young people now mate with their full stomachs?" He sipped, "I don't know which little **** in a brothel or a brothel in his heart."

"I will bet on ten more dads."

Morrian smiled weirdly and raised a finger: "He is a gay."

"..."

After a word was said, everyone was silent, and no one wanted to gamble with him.

"Can this be heard too?" Ye Qingxuan was curious.

"It's very simple." The old lame's tone is complicated: "Perverts know perverts best, bad guys know bad guys best, and homosexuals know homosexuality best.

Some **** took all three things. When he held the holy city's murder license, he could smell the scum of others across three streets, let alone find a homosexual now. "

Morrian showed his face and didn't seem to be ashamed of it, but just asked:

"Does anyone want to bet on who his boyfriend is? You can raise it now."

"It's the manager of the lower part of the tower, right?"

Ye Qingxuan is talking.

This time it was Mollian's turn to be stunned. Soon, he suddenly smiled: "Did you see it?"

"Guess it."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "Anyway, there are so many people with abnormal sexual orientations, and even fewer qualified to match with that musician. A simple method of elimination."

"..."

Everyone's faces became weird.

"Thank you for your advice, I suddenly wanted to understand a lot of things." Ye Qingxuan stood up and said goodbye: "I won't disturb you, see you next time."

Watching Ye Qingxuan leave, Lao Tang shook his head: "It's a troublesome kid."

Morlian looked at the old lame man:

"What is the picture?"

"Huh?" The old crip didn't seem to understand.

"You, a black musician, want to help a young kid who is notoriously at odds with the black musician? Are you going to change your face and be a new person?"

"Just curious."

The new cards are stacked, and the old lame draws the cards slowly: "He doesn't have much time anyway. I just want to see how much he can do without this obstacle.

After all, in addition to playing cards here, it is too difficult to have some fun. "

"Then you will be disappointed."

Morrian shook his head in a meaningful tone: "Because the one who killed him is already on the road."

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The old guys treat themselves badly.

This is the conclusion that Ye Qingxuan quickly reached.

Neither the deerhead nor the bone collector are kind. There is also the old lame who seems kind but mysterious. They seem to have a plan, but more importantly, the bald head named Morian.

Under the seemingly calm and welcoming eyes, there is an out-and-out killing intent. He wanted to get rid of himself, but he was thrown into the rat, and he could only forcefully restrain his desire.

If this is not a prison, if the two meet on a narrow road, a deadly battle has broken out.

Therefore, even though they had broken this layer of mist for themselves, Ye Qingxuan still didn't have any gratitude in his heart, and even a little faint fear.

But the immediate priority is to find the Shire.

He has to find his brother-in-law to ask clearly what is going on outside and how he got in.

After searching for a long time, I still can’t see the center of the Shire

After asking a lot of people, no one has seen Shire at all. With his brother's face and that sloppy blond hair, it shouldn't be forgotten, then the problem is coming.

Where is Shire locked up?

While Ye Qingxuan was pondering, he heard the roar of the gate.

Behind the layers of fences, the iron cart came down to the prison under strict guard, and escorted new prisoners from above. As if after cruel torture, he couldn't even stand still, his eyes were hollow, his hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Across a long distance, he can see that face clearly—that's the examiner who used to judge himself every day!

Seemingly aware of his gaze, the examiner looked over, and through the layers of fences, the look in his eyes became sad and complicated. He seemed to want to say something, but opened his mouth reluctantly, but couldn't say it.

In the end, there was only a smile that was not much better than crying.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan inquired about his crime.

Conspiring to assassinate the cardinal...

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a long time, then turned and left.

The time for the wind is over.

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Under the dim light, Ye Qingxuan stared at the incomplete movement on the wall. In his mind, a large number of details rolled, continuously broken and re-assembled.

A new structure emerged from that kind of chaotic thoughts.

The notes are language.

Then, there must be a logical structure in it, which is music theory.

The spirituality of the movement comes from the heart of the creator.

From the truest self.

Then, there must be a trace.

Find yourself in music theory?

It is the first time Ye Qingxuan has experienced this kind of experience.

After switching a perspective to look at the problem, I have a completely different perception.

Ye Qingxuan tried to understand from the perspective of an ancient scholar. It's like sorting out broken documents, carefully perfecting, repairing, and eliminating.

According to your own understanding and requirements, reorganize it to create a new image.

For a time, the unanswered puzzles found a new direction.

But now he has experienced a new confusion.

When the book is used, he hates less. Ye Qingxuan now regrets that he didn't memorize more related classics when he was in the large library.

Fortunately, the teacher came to the holy city. You can ask him for advice on this aspect when you visit the prison next time.

Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the wall, holding a pen in his hand, and quickly deleted the redundant paragraphs. In just two hours, it was reduced by one-fifth.

One-fifth of the excess structure is replaced by a more concise music theory.

More importantly, the originally complicated four cores have faintly found the direction of integration. And the advanced "Dream Weaver" in the original blood of heaven and human finally has eyebrows.

Before turning off the lights, Ye Qingxuan nodded in satisfaction and refreshed looking at the greatly changed movement on the wall.

Without the confusion of the blind man touching the elephant, if he finds the direction, it will be sooner or later to get the result.

This will be the best night he has slept since he went to prison.

But when he was drowsy, he heard a vague choking sound not far away.

The examiner who had just been thrown into prison curled up in his room, tears streaming down his face, as if regretting something.

Ye Qingxuan's mood suddenly became dim.

Although he didn't know what happened, he felt that he was locked in here and had some relationship with him, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for a while.

Only soon, he was attracted by a strange itch.

The back of the hands, elbows, shoulders, gaps between toes, knee sockets, buttocks, back, neck, face...The itchiness quickly covered the whole body as if it could spread.

The tickling fingers felt a sense of touch, which brought great fear.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly turned over and sat up from the bed.

The dim light from the corridor passed through the iron bars and shone on him, illuminating his pale face.

He raised his head and looked into the mirror behind the toilet.

In the mirror, the thin young man has become completely unrecognizable, and fine blisters spread rapidly on his body. Thumb-sized sarcomas quickly grew out of the diseased flesh and blood, covered with pale white. blister.

As long as you touch it slightly, it will rupture, dry out, and squeeze out the pus, leaving a fine hole.

It's like being infected with a certain severe infectious disease in an instant, and the whole body is rapidly deformed, diseased, and corrupted, turning into a creepy and distorted pattern.

Ye Qingxuan roared, trying to awaken the guard.

But in the silence, no one's voice came at all, only the choking voice came intermittently into the ears.

"It's a movement."

Suddenly, he suddenly realized that his expression became gloomy. Because of the iron ring on his feet, he couldn't feel any ether at all, he couldn't tell where the power came from, and he couldn't resist.

So, there is only one way left.

He endured the severe pain and itch, rolled off the bed, crawled on the ground, and quickly climbed to the toilet bowl next to the toilet. His fingers overturned the cup and the toothbrush fell on the floor.

Ye Qingxuan bit the toothbrush and pressed his left hand.

With a creak, the handle of the toothbrush broke.

The deformed palm of the diseased hand grabbed the broken toothbrush, pointed the sharp end to the chest, and slammed it off.

Plasma splashes.

He screamed, pulled it out, and stabbed it again, piercing the flesh and blood of his heart and widening the wound in a faint pain. Immediately afterwards, his fingers reached into it roughly, tearing the scars.

Until the end, after the disease turned dark green bones, he saw his heart covered with poisonous wounds.

So he smiled, relieved.

"It's an illusion."

Fortunately, ~IndoMTL.com~ is not a curse of the chanting faction, but an illusion.

After the sage's petrified into Xiaoyuan and sublimated to the origin, to be honest, he himself didn't know what the beating thing in his chest was.

Anyway, there will be no problems. Why does he go for a thoracotomy to satisfy his curiosity?

However, whether it replaces the sage's stone, it is absolutely, absolutely, not a flesh and blood organ that can be infected by a virus!

"Want to kill me so anxiously?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "It's not that simple."

Fortunately, it's illusion.

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Recently, I have finally recovered. If I am in good condition in the future, it will probably be like today, with a chapter of 5,000 words. (To be continued.)