Silent Crown Chapter 7: musical note

　　"If you want to become a musician, you need to understand what a musician is.

　　 After throwing away all the decorations and all the glory, the musician is just a pure profession. Compared to musicians in the dark ages, we can't even say that we love music. Compared with others, we can’t say that we have sacrificed more...

　　 But there is no doubt that the best person to communicate with the ether is us.

　　The person who knows the ether best is also us. "

　　"Ether is everywhere. They are part of this world even before us. Their composition exists in the soil, water, flame, and atmosphere.

　　 But unlike them, all ethers will react and only react to sound.

　　, do you understand this premise? "

　　 Ye Qingxuan nodded.

　　"In the beginning, the communication between humans and the ether relied on runes. Those notes secretly transcribed the voices of the gods, and after they were composed into music, they could shake reality.

　　 These notes are called ‘Lun’ in some places, ‘Fu Lu’ in some places, and ‘Mantra’ in the East. In that era, human beings communicated with the ether by singing runes.

　　Although many things have changed with the changes of the times, runes have evolved into bars, and bars have evolved into movements... Until the ‘symphony’ that requires dozens of musicians to jointly release.

The classification of 　　 musicians is getting finer and finer. There are hundreds of special occupations on the seven specialization roads. The exploration of the sages has formed the avenue of "musician ninth order". Delusion...

　　 However, before this, there is an iron rule that has always been the same—sensing the ether, and fearing the ether! "

　　Wolf flute stared at Ye Qingxuan's pale face, felt it again and again, and slowly shook his head:

　　 "...you can't sense ether, Ye."

　　 Ye Qingxuan was silent, and after a long time he whispered: "Mr. Wolfflute. I can learn musical instruments, I can even..."

　　 "No, you can't."

　　The wolf flute's eyes are serious: "A person who has never been close to an animal can't control a galloping horse, and a person living in the desert is not a good swimmer.

　　 Ye, maybe you have many reasons to become a musician. But if you can't even sense the ether, then any practice that skips this step is a castle in the air.

　　 If you can’t sense the ether, you don’t know what the ether is doing.

　　 At that time, if your music has no effect, it will be a lucky thing. Because once some runes are out of control, there will be tragic consequences..."

　　He paused, his eyes were painful: "The smallest mistake I have ever seen is paid in death. It is to avoid this kind of accident that the town must be built in a place where the ether is too scarce. In places where a silent barrier is set up, the ether is forcibly frozen. Even after the musicians are promoted, they must unify their heart sounds and remove all noise interference in the body."

　　 Speaking of this, he suddenly felt that he had said too much.

　　 For the person in front of him, the more you talk, the more cruel it is to him. Because he will more soberly realize how far away the dreaming world is from him.

　　 But Ye Qingxuan was still looking at him, making him unable to stop.

　　 He sighed: "Ye, those words just now should be rewarded for your labor. But I can't talk too much. This knowledge is blocked and cannot be opened to ordinary people.

　　 If you are still interested, what you see next, take it as my last exhortation. "

　　, he raised his hands without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to answer.

　　He stopped laughing, his face became serious and paler.

　　As Ye Qingxuan watched, the wolf flute leaned against the wall, folded his hands on his chest, and took a deep breath.

　　With the end of the long breath, the wispy voice spread with his long chant. That kind of voice was deliberately suppressed and was extremely subtle, like a faint wind, and a subtle sound like a snake's letter.

　　 But in this misty voice, the air in front of the wolf flute suddenly blurred!

　　 ray of light converged, gathering three feet in front of him, surging and brewing. Then, bloom. They converge into crystals and grow in mid-air, reflecting the phantom of roses. The rose reflects the faint rainbow light, magnificently intoxicating.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the silky voice suddenly changed, only a slight jump, but it was off track.

　　 Then, the magnificent flower turned into a filthy dark red and dark green, and the colors mixed in disgustingly, and quickly dried up and collapsed into one point, and the crystals shattered and exploded.

　　——Flap!

　　 The slamming sound awakened the sluggish boy.

　　The wolf flute lowered his hand, gasping for breath, cold sweat oozing from the corner of his forehead.

　　"This is the note that is out of control, Ye."

　　Wolf flute wanted to raise his hand, but the body couldn't help it, so he could only smile wryly: "Come here today, Ye, I'm a little sleepy, let me sleep for a while."

　　 Just as Ye Qingxuan said goodbye and was about to leave, he was stopped again.

　　"Ye, even if you don't become a musician, life can be wonderful." The wolf flute on the bed stared at him: "Don't be too obsessed with its halo."

　　 "I understand." Ye Qingxuan smiled reluctantly, and closed the door for him.

　　 After a long time, the door was knocked again. Before he could answer, Father Benn pushed in.

　　 "He has gone."

　　Wolf flute said lazily: "Congratulations, you will get a qualified little priest, but next time you can tell him such cruel things by yourself?"

　　 Father Bann asked: "Should not musicians be cruel people?"

　　 "I didn't say that you must be cruel to be a musician..." Wolf flute squinted his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "If you are not cruel, you will be very unhappy."

　　 "I can understand by looking at you."

　　 Bann nodded clearly, making Wolf Flute out of breath for a long time.

　　 After coughing for a long time, he finally made a voice: "Hey, priest, why are you so bored to poke young people’s dreams as soap bubbles? Everyone thought about becoming a musician when they were young, right? Great, I was deceived by this outfit, thinking that being a musician is handsome and fun, and can save the wounded and bring justice... and it turned out to be like this. He will understand it sooner or later."

The priest 　　 glanced at him indifferently, and shook his head: "That kid is not the one to look forward to when he sees the halo. I am worried that he is pursuing something more dangerous."

　　 "Danger?"

　　 Wolf flute smiled: "Can it be more dangerous than my situation?"

　　 Bann seems to be puzzled, after a long time of contemplation, his brows slowly frowned:

　　 "You mean, your mission has been leaked?"

　　"I did come by orders, but my whereabouts should be top secret. Everyone should think that I am now playing sheep in the desert of my hometown. But I was wanted by the world on my way. The black musician. The most terrible thing is that he is still the kind of change system that restrains me the most, and I can't use my ability at all.

　　 So, I suspect that before I received the teacher’s letter, the order had been leaked by some people. Moreover, I suspect a more troublesome thing. "

　　 "Huh?"

　　"Bu Yushi may not have been thrown away by me."

　　Wolf flute is still laughing, but when his pupils are narrowed, he is full of coldness: "Maybe he is right behind me, now hiding in this remote town where there is no rescue. And I... There is no way to tie a chicken."

　　 Ben was stunned.

　　 For an instant, the room was silent.

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　　 Under the noon sun, Ye Qingxuan walked out of the church door alone.

　　 There was a salty smell of ocean waves in the blazing sun. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun, feeling that the sun had driven away the chill from his body, but he still felt powerless.

　　 As if falling from the abyss, just staring into the darkness under his feet, he was weak.

　　 "You have no talent..."

　　 He whispered softly, as if telling himself that he felt a pain in the index finger with the ring. He reached out and held it down, and the pain disappeared cunningly, as if he had escaped into the bone marrow, leaving behind a mocking pain .

　　"Talent."

　　 He scratched his hair and sat wearily on the base of the saint. At this time, he suddenly wanted to have a chat with Vito. If he was there, at least two people could make trouble together, or go crazy. Perhaps doing something stupid that can't solve the problem will make people more comfortable.

　　 But now when he can't find this friend when he is sad, he feels a little lonely.

　　 But soon, Ye Qingxuan discovered something that made him feel more uneasy.

　　—Vito is missing.

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　　 It was already afternoon when Ye Qingxuan heard that someone had attacked Thomas' brother and broke Martin's hand.

　　 He searched everywhere in the town, but he couldn't find Vito. Workers on the dock said they had seen him last night, but after he and several other people went to a toilet, they disappeared.

　　 In the broken house in the small town, the homeless and orphans gathered there have not seen Vito come back, and there is no shadow in the place where they usually hang out. At first, Ye Qingxuan suspected that it was the revenge of the Thomas brothers. He even ventured to squat outside their house and found that the three brothers were staying at home honestly. The clerk thundered and yelled at the dejected guards and told them to shove the **** kid into the jail.

　　 He didn't know where he had been hiding, and even the guards couldn't find him.

　　Route Town is not a big place, there are even fewer places that can be visited by a stray child.

　　 No one has seen him since the early hours of last night, and no one cares where a kid with dirty hands and feet is.

　　 No place exists, where is Vito?

　　 After running for an afternoon, Ye Qingxuan panted and squatted on the ground, looking around blankly, and then whispered an swear word.

　　 But when he saw a creature pacing not far away, his eyes lit up.

　　 "It really depends on you to find someone!"

　　He rushed up and hugged the big yellow dog who didn't know where he went every day: "Old Fei~IndoMTL.com~Help!"

　　 "Wang Wu~"

　　 In his arms, the dirty old dog looked at him suspiciously, stretched out his drooling tongue and licked his front paws, and then put the front paws on Ye Qingxuan’s shoulders... This is probably Old Fei's unique comforting action, the whole process is smooth and flowing, and there is a trace of grace and nobleness, like a king canonize a knight, the dog next to it can't learn it.

　　 "My buddy, I'll rely on you this time!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan shook Old Fei: "Find Vito!"

　　 Old Fei unhappily twitched him with his tail, motioned him to put himself down, and then squatted on the ground, as if sticking out his tongue uninterestedly, and turned to Ye Qingxuan's eyes with disdain.

　　 "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

　　 Ye Qingxuan squatted down and rubbed his head: "Last night’s sausages saved your share!"

　　 Hearing him say this, Lao Fei’s dog sneezed on the nose and his eyes became happy. First he turned around and then twitched him twice with his tail, to cure his “big deal” when he dared to rub his head. Respect the sin', then lowered his head and sniffed the surroundings, and began to run with strides.

　　 first circled the town in a whole circle, and then after sniffing in the broken house at the east end of the town, he ran straight to the south.

　　 Ye Qingxuan followed it, passing the pier, passing the guard, passing the back door of the church, passing the mayor’s compound, and finally found that Old Fei was still running forward...

　　 And they are almost out of town.