The old house is still a large library.
The few strings of the piano were flying in the void, criss-crossing, and surrounding the young man.
As his fingers pressed down, a crisp sound like cracking tung trees was emitted, with a distant echo and lingering reverberation.
Opposite him, Laura's eyes were vaguely sad, "Long time no see, Jiuxiao Huanpei. It's a pity that it fell into the hands of such a guy, and everything was covered in dust."
Hearing the sourness in her words, Ye Qingxuan chuckled.
"I'll give it to you, do you want it?"
As he spoke, Qinxian moved forward. Laura's eyes became angry and she glared at him hatefully.
If it is an ordinary harp, lyre, twelve-stringed harp and other musical instruments, forget it, but the Jiuxiao Huanpei is a natural nemesis of evil spirits. For thousands of years, countless evil heretics have died on it.
Back then, Ye Lanzhou came to the West alone, carrying his musical instrument, not by sea, but by land! This guy went straight across the dark world and carved a passage through the countless monsters and beasts. I don't know how many demons died in the sound of the Nine Heavens Ring Peking Qin, and even a small clan was completely wiped out.
I don’t know how many demons have taken the lives of Jiuxiao Huanpei, which gave it a bad name. Although no one remembers it now, the lethality of Jiuxiao Huanpei to evil spirits is no joke.
This is the reason why Laura didn't dare to play the piano herself, but chose to resonate with Ye Qingxuan in the same tune.
If she dared to wear the Nine Heavens Ring, then the old pope would really be eating arsenic and becoming impatient.
"You can keep it yourself."
Laura said coldly: "I have held it for more than ten years and only officially woken it up a few days ago. How dare you show it off?"
"Of course I have to show off, and I have to show off in a big way! After all, it's thanks to you, isn't it? Look, look..."
Ye Qingxuan dangled the Nine Heavens Ring in front of her.
Laura was extremely annoyed, but every time she was about to get completely angry, Ye Qingxuan always gave her just the right amount of buffering time to stop her emotions on the edge of embarrassment.
After two or three times like this, she finally came to her senses and gritted her teeth: "Ye Qingxuan! Did you use 'Jing Xin' like this?!"
"...Ahem, I'm just experimenting."
Ye Qingxuan moved his eyes away in embarrassment. His pupils were dark, but in the candlelight, they were like bronze mirrors, reflecting Laura's shadow.
In the reflection, Laura's body was wrapped with red light representing anger, burning vigorously.
This is the ability of Jiuxiao Huanpei - "Mirror Heart".
All the musical instruments that have been passed down to the world, except for a considerable number of apprentices' practice tools and mass-produced goods, are almost all exquisite products made with the painstaking efforts of alchemists.
Not only can the timbre of the instrument itself be adjusted according to the musician's wishes, it is not limited to one category, but it can also be used in a wide range of applications, which greatly facilitates the musicians' performance.
Divine products such as Jiuxiao Huanpei even dominate the entire field of string instruments, and even the field of piano can occupy one or two through "transposition".
Moreover, every musical instrument has its own unique characteristics.
For example, the famous "Zodiac" series: twelve musical instruments, each with its own unique charm. Either it's a crisis, or it's to reduce losses... Every time it appears in this world, people flock to it, and they don't hesitate to spend a lot of money.
Currently, with Ye Qingxuan's power, he can only obtain the most basic characteristic of Jiuxiao Ring: "Mirror Heart".
As the name suggests, take the heart as a guide.
With the blessing of this effect, he can easily see through the emotional changes of the creatures in front of him, such as anger, irritability, hesitation, confusion, or fear.
Although the specific application method still requires a lot of practice and trial, at the very least, he will be able to scare people more easily in the future.
"It seems that you are obsessed with 'avenging evil spirits'."
Laura snorted coldly, "Speaking of which, after you 'killed' me, you have now become a legendary figure in Avalon. Don't you feel very happy?"
"so so."
Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and said, "You just beat me up this morning. I'm not complacent just because of such a little reputation."
"Oh? It seems you are not as stupid as I thought."
Laura put down the book in her hand and said calmly, "Then let's continue the topic of the morning. Where do you think you lost?"
Where else can I lose
Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly.
All he could say was that he had no power to fight back.
He had always been manipulated by Laura, and the illusion faction and the telepathic faction were working together, so his death was not a happy one.
Seeing his miserable look, Laura smiled, but she still showed no mercy.
"You have won so much all this time, not because of your musicianship, but because of calculations and plans. From the beginning to the end, you have relied on sneak attacks, relying on the enemy's weaknesses, or simply taking advantage of others' danger. The fisherman will benefit. Right?"
"yes."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, he would not avoid his shortcomings.
"Ye Qingxuan, don't be dazzled by your fame. You are only at the Rhythm level. Now you have not fully mastered even Black Friday, let alone the more profound "Moonlight". In a face-to-face battle, if you Relying on your own ability alone, even a third-level ordinary musician can defeat you at will. Understand your situation carefully. This world is not something you can run amok by relying on the illusion of a three-legged cat. - Otherwise, sooner or later, you will Will be like me, reduced to this situation."
Laura’s voice became hoarse, and her eyes dimmed.
Ye Qingxuan wanted to comfort her, but found that he had nothing to say.
Laura, like herself, is not someone who feels happy when she hears some warm and beautiful words.
None of them need mercy.
…
…
Ye Qingxuan and Laura were not people who were easily immersed in negative emotions. They soon regained their spirits and began to discuss the next course of action.
Regardless, after the time spent in Arkham Asylum, the House's years of preparation and layout have completely failed.
The giant creature went dormant, and the robin disappeared.
It is foreseeable that no new clues will appear in the short term.
In other words, they gained a precious respite.
“But don’t let that down your guard.”
Laura said seriously, "Your top priority now is to make up for what you are lacking. From tomorrow on, you can live here."
"Wait!" Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, "Do I have to go back to school? I finally got into the academy, but I don't want to be expelled because of attendance!"
"Just say you became my student."
Laura said lightly, "Although I am a fake enlightenment musician, at least I still have a little bit of fame, and the old diehards in your school won't stop me."
More than just "somewhat famous"? As a famous historian and apocalyptic musician, Laura is already vaguely known as a master.
Not to mention her beauty, just based on her superficial influence, no one knows how many people would break their heads just to be her students.
only…
Ye Qingxuan was a little helpless, "Actually, I have a teacher."
"Abraham?"
Laura smiled, "It's true that he is a good musician, but what can he teach you? What he is best at is banning factions, which is a secret of the military. Without permission, he would not dare to teach you a word, otherwise it will It will harm you.”
"I think the teacher taught the enlightenment faction very well, and the 'interpretation method' is also quite useful!"
Laura snorted coldly: "Do you know that in academic circles, his set of things are called 'fallacies'? Although the interpretation method certainly has its advantages, compared with the current mainstream doctrine of the apocalypse faction, it is completely different. A system. Until he has no way to prove that his theory is indeed effective, the 'interpretation method' is just a joke to most musicians!"
"That's short-sighted on their part."
Ye Qingxuan's expression was still calm, but his eyes were firm, and it was obvious that this matter could not be discussed further.
“…”
Laura looked at him for a long time, then suddenly laughed, "Okay, it's up to you."
Ye Qingxuan was so shocked by her laughter that a book was thrown at him before he could speak.
"Just come once every other day from now on."
Laura said, "At the very least, I want to teach you what I learned from my teacher back then."
As she spoke, she threw over a heavy book that she had already interpreted and was densely annotated.
"I don't care how Abraham teaches you. At the very least, I want you to inherit the teacher's mantle and become a musician of the Heart Sect. Don't be afraid, I will start from scratch."
…
"Psychic faction?"
Ye Qingxuan took it and flipped it open. After reading two lines, his scalp became numb. By the end of the page, he felt chills all over his body.
After closing the page, he couldn't help but gasped:
"Are you sure you won't become a psychopath if you follow this book?"
Although he only had a preliminary understanding of interpretation, under the guidance of Abraham, he developed an instinctive sensitivity to the material and music theory.
As a result, he was frightened by the malice contained in the books!
Where is the introductory book on what kind of mind-telling sect is here? This is simply an encyclopedia of how to play with the soul!
Every line of words and every paragraph of content is designed to defeat the enemy's reason. Every chapter is soaked with venom, trying to push people's souls into the abyss.
All content and methods are for the same purpose - how to make the enemy lose their mind and play them like puppets in the palm of your hand.
Is this woman Laura dedicated to cultivating herself into a black musician? !
"Would Holmes be frightened by something like this?"
Seeing his shocked look, Laura laughed and said, "You should like it. Now people say you are the patron saint of Arkham Asylum."
"You can't blame me."
Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened: "I didn't mean it!"
Laura nodded, patted his shoulder, and comforted softly: "Well, after you learn how to do it, you can do it on purpose."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a touch of sadness: It was so painful not to be understood by the world.
He read the information carefully again and discovered a problem.
"I have done some research on the Revelation School, but I have no foundation in the Mental Imagery School. Are you sure I can learn it in a short time?"
"Of course."
Laura’s smile gave him an ominous premonition.
"It's naturally difficult to follow the steps step by step, but don't be afraid. I have a quick fix here."
She took out something that Ye Qingxuan seemed familiar with—the bloody conch beacon. The beacon emits a faint light, which is breathtaking, as if it has some kind of magic power, and you can't help but be immersed in it.
"...What quick fix?"
Ye Qingxuan felt a little cold on the back of his head.
Laura’s voice was extremely gentle, but it made people panic: “According to my experience, as long as you go crazy yourself first a dozen times, you can always find a way to make others crazy. I think you are quite talented at this kind of thing. , as long as you cooperate with me..."
"Uh, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly... Oops, I'm sorry, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll go ahead."
Ye Qingxuan stood up suddenly, with a stiff smile on his face, and quickly retreated, almost running away.
Only ghosts will cooperate with you!
I don’t want to be a crazy black musician!
You have to go. If you don't run now, it will be too late by the time you are pressed on the chopping board!
"Do you want to run away now?"
Laura shook her head, and a soft voice came from behind his head, "It's too late."
A red light flashed.
With a pop, Ye Qingxuan fell to the ground, unable to move. Only his two big eyes were left spinning, full of astonishment.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon."
Laura breathed softly into his ear, making him shudder. Then, the Rat King grabbed his leg and dragged him into the secret room behind the bookshelf.
In the darkness, there was soft laughter.
"It's just a nightmare..."