Silent Crown Chapter 681: Water depth

Although there is a long distance away, but there are enlightened musicians, and the musicians in the holy city can still see the whole process clearly.

Now the ether is chaotic, and some movement structures are fragile, and there is even no way to directly display them. It directly cuts off the possibility of directly obtaining the scene situation through music theory detection. However, there are as many movements to enhance the ears.

What's more, the distance of twenty or thirty nautical miles is not too far.

"Have you won?"

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan chose to do Paganini, everyone couldn't help but suspect that they had hallucinations.

However, there is clearly a huge difference between the winners and losers, but for some reason, the bishop's heart is still shaken.

Perhaps, won?

On the one hand, it comes from Ye Qingxuan's full confidence, and on the other hand, it comes from the analysis of Ye Qingxuan by the Holy City.

The presiding judge often acts unexpectedly. He treats people and matters all on his own likes and dislikes, but the general trend has been achieved, and his wrists are quite hard. He is a first-class difficult figure.

Although he likes to do things that are overpowering, man-armed, and even meaningless, and often bet his wealth on gambling, but he is lucky and wins every time.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that this guy has already had a countermeasure in advance, and he has prepared his hole cards or even an off-board move.

Although there are some shortcomings in the overall situation, but in the details, it can be said that it is a powerful character who takes one step and counts ten steps.

For such people, the outcome of the battle is often doomed before it starts.

What he is best at is to use his small to expand, bring his opponents closer to his best field, and use his rich experience to defeat him.

Such miracles have been repeated again and again, and facing Paganini at this time, everyone has a vague confidence in him.

"There are ghosts only when you win!"

Chopin rolled his eyes, took a cup of cold tea in his hand, raised his head and gurgled it, and buckled the teacup on the porcelain plate. The brewed tea leaves were slightly rippling in the reddish remaining soup.

Looking down at the trace of the tea leaf, Chopin was silent for a moment, a dazzling white light in his eyes. At that moment, everyone on the bridge felt breathing stagnant.

Chopin's whole person seems to have become a rift leading to the etheric realm, where the projection of the scepter descends.

This is a game often played by many enlightened musicians who focus on the way of the prophet. They borrow tea leaves as a medium to pray for Da Yuan to reveal the bad luck for himself.

But few people dare to use this method in business matters. On the one hand, this kind of thing is too trifling, even the movement is not counted, how much you can see depends on the musician's own experience and enlightenment school On the one hand, if something matters to a major person, the enlightenment will easily be distorted by the other's music theory, and the result will be divergent from one thousand and eight thousand miles away.

Chopin dared to do this. On the one hand, he is a master of art and courage. On the other hand...maybe he really doesn't take this matter seriously. The outcome has long been determined.

Seeing what Chopin looked like at this time, everyone held their breath.

I haven't seen him speaking for a long time. The bishop hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but whispered: "How much can you account for the outcome of this battle?"

"Why should I watch such boring things?"

Chopin turned his head and glanced at him, "Look a little longer, there are more important things worthy of your consideration."

The bishop obviously did not understand: "You mean..."

"Yes, it is the future of this world!"

Chopin held the porcelain plate earnestly, looking at the weird remnants on it, completely disregarding the bishop's expression as if he had eaten shit, his expression sad:

"It's miserable! It's miserable, it's so miserable... Sure enough, the end is approaching, and the world is really hopeless, no matter how many times it is counted.

Bishop, everyone is going to be over, and this world is going to be over!

It's so miserable to live, but you can't get free early... Ye Qingxuan can see it clearly. If you die earlier, you can relax earlier, at least you don't have to endure the next torture. "

When it comes to Ye Qingxuan, his tone is full of envy, and everyone can't help but want to spray a mouthful of old blood on his face.

The bishop's face is green, and when I finally remembered the pity of his colleague's eyes...

Master Chopin is a musician from the holy city, but his sect is completely different from other sects. The most **** thing is...this sect is a supporter of the "Doomsday", and even has one It's called the "Apocalypse". I don't know if it was a ghost thing written by a priest who became ill hundreds of years ago.

Having such a teammate is a kind of spiritual test for himself and his enemies.

Fortunately, after talking about so many demoralizing things, Chopin finally said something that was still useful:

"...You better not have too much expectation of the chief judge."

Chopin threw the porcelain plate aside, his tone was very meaningful:

"The water at Paganini is deep."——

Since Ye Qingxuan's fame has risen, the sect has dedicated personnel responsible for collecting and sorting out Ye Qingxuan's information.

After he became the Hand of God, and even became Prince Avalon, the people engaged in this work directly expanded to a team, and with Ye Qingxuan's rise, he was directly responsible to the Cardinal Church.

Such teams are not uncommon. Kings and important figures of various countries have a team on standby at the Order, so that the cardinals can inquire about information and formulate countermeasures at any time.

Many countries also have similar institutions. Originally, Anglo's Privy Council had raised a large group of people to do the same job, but the news depended solely on its own intelligence network, which could not match the clergy of the church.

The cult has always had a lot of speculations about Ye Qingxuan. The only bright spot in these speculations is that the hand of God has a high probability of becoming a confidant of the Holy City in the future, and he never cares about the so-called The'big picture'.

In novels and scripts, this is definitely a negative character who is selfish and detrimental to public and private. Now ~IndoMTL.com~ Ye Qingxuan has suffered a loss of not understanding the overall situation.

For orthodox musicians, the big picture is essential. What it refers to is not only the external situation, but also the'big picture' when musicians are fighting, otherwise it is like two chess players with very different ranks playing chess, falling into the rhythm of others without knowing it, and being shaved alive. Playing bald to death.

Ye Qingxuan believes that his mastery of details is unparalleled among his peers. Counting up, there are only a handful of musicians who can compare with him. But in terms of accomplishments above the overall situation, he and Paganini are at least ten Nabelis behind.

He and Ye Qingxuan cast the rod of destiny as a tool for him to pry the sea of ​​ether.

For Paganini, the many magical effects of changing music theory do not matter. The most important thing is to use as a tool to link the details of the movement to guide the situation to tilt towards yourself. Until the end, master the entire battle process, so that the opponent is also Served by one's own intentions.

Now he finally regards Ye Qingxuan as a teammate who needs to go all out, even if the strength comparison between them is like a lion fighting a rabbit, there is still no slack.

Not asking for a one-time outbreak in a short period of time to completely crush the opponent, but chose the absolutely safe and absolutely painful warm water boiled frog.

It wasn't until this time that Ye Qingxuan deeply realized how terrifying Paganini was as a musician.

The overall picture is terrifying to trembling.

Like a master in chess, with three or four moves at random, after ten moves, they will become the opponent's gallows.

It seems to be majestic and domineering, but you can really fall into it. If you experience the feeling of pulling your whole body, you will feel the evil spirit that seeps into your bone marrow.

Paganini, who has mastered the music theory of both the sacred cauldron and the abyss, has unified and only the two, and with the help of the altered music theory, has completely become his own thing.

How does it feel to be hanged?

That’s how I feel now!