"The blood of heaven and man..."
Ye Qingxuan could sense that as he advanced to become a formal musician, after being sensed by the gods, the power in his blood that had been sealed for a long time was close at hand. Although they were unable to detect each other under Ye Lanzhou's hint seal, they still had some influence.
Often when Ye Qingxuan is half asleep and half awake, he can feel the instinctive impulse. It was urging him to advance to resonance as soon as possible and regain his talent.
And, most importantly.
"Dream Weaver?"
Ye Qingxuan murmured the title that appeared in the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant. It was the guidance that became clearer after his induction by heaven and man. It was an advancement that he had never heard of.
From ancient times to the present, as the path of a musician has become more refined, even within the same faction, there are musicians who focus on different aspects. Then there was the birth of a category that specialized in a certain field like an alchemist. Compared with ordinary musicians, they naturally had advantages, but they all required different advancements.
For example, the royal musicians known as the Angelus School integrated the music theory of the Summoning and Transformation schools when they advanced to formal musicians, and mastered the secrets and techniques of transformation between elements and animal nature.
Compared with other advancements, Dream Weaver’s advancement requirements are particularly high.
In short, if it’s not at the resonance level, don’t even think about it.
And when you advance to resonance, you must anchor your "origin" in a special place based on theory. However, Ye Qingxuan felt that it was not an ordinary difficulty to meet its requirements.
Because its origin position will move!
The origin between reality and reality floats in the nine-layered sea of ether, sometimes ascending, sometimes descending, jumping among different levels...
When he saw it for the first time, Ye Qingxuan wanted to vomit blood. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. How could there be such an evil origin in the world? It was simply against the rules.
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he simply put the problem aside.
He decided to relax for a while and read the information the teacher prepared for him first.
It was all about Romulus.
Before going to a place, you should at least understand the basics.
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The civilization of the Romulans first originated in the riverbank area and developed into the desert and oases - Thebes - which is one of the birthplaces of the most primitive civilization of mankind, and the ancient Theban School was born there.
With the destruction of the three golden cities in the myth, civilization spread to all directions, and the survivors established many city-states.
Finally, the hero Aeneas, who was guided by the Great Source, left his homeland and built the City of Wolf on the new fertile soil, unifying all the city-states and creating a huge empire.
This is Romulus.
For hundreds of years, the Kingdom of Romulus was glorious and gave birth to many legends. After that, it was destroyed by natural disasters - the "Silver Tide" turned the place to the ground.
From then on, the surviving Romulus people were infected by the breath of natural disasters and wandered in all directions. They were regarded as inferior people, sons of demons... and were displaced.
Until the wanderers finally found a desolate land and settled there. Some people call it "Auschwitz". In ancient Romulus, it means "heaven", which is really a perfect irony.
The information and music of ancient history are very laborious to read, and time passes by unconsciously.
And soon, Ye Qingxuan's reading stopped.
He closed the book and looked down. The crew below began to be busy.
The whistle stopped, the alarm bell fell to the ground, the bell tongue was removed, and the two bodies were carefully wrapped in cotton cloth. All the passengers were invited into the cabin, the engine room was turned off, the tied giant sail was lowered, and the entire ship began to sail with the wind.
The whole process was orderly, busy, and fast.
Soon, there was no sound on the entire deck.
Ye Qingxuan pulled the rope down and looked at the people beside him.
"Do I need to go in too?"
"No."
The middle-aged captain has a typical Asgardian face, with sharp edges and high eyebrows. He looks gloomy, cold and inhumane:
"There is still one hour left to enter the red zone. The passengers have paid and we have to worry about their safety. But of course musicians like Mr. Ye don't need to worry about us. Rather, if something unexpected happens, the ship It’s up to Mr. Ye to take care of it.”
With that said, he took out his silver cigarette case and opened it towards Ye Qingxuan. Ye Qingxuan shook his head and took out his unused pipe.
"Good thing, well taken care of."
The captain's eyes turned envious: "Can you share some tobacco with me?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and gave him the tobacco: "The atmosphere is so serious, I feel a little stressed. Aren't you nervous, Mr. Captain?"
"Relax, we are using a civilian safety route. We are just crossing the red zone. As long as you are quiet, you will be fine. You will get used to it." He skillfully rolled up the tobacco and lit it, took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke. , nodded approvingly.
"Does Mr. Captain know the black area well?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
"Well, I accidentally brushed against the edge once."
The captain nodded, "That scene was so terrifying, I still can't forget it. It just collided with the rocks, and the whole ship seemed to come alive, singing in the black area, and everyone..."
A sailor approached and he kept silent.
He didn't want his words to be heard by irrelevant people. Rather than keeping it secret, it was for the benefit of these sailors. After all, not everyone can stand those absurd stories and horrific 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.
When approaching the red zone, he tightened the sensing range and accuracy to avoid chaotic interference. Before the sailor came over, he just noticed something floating along the current, which he regarded as common debris on the sea.
Hearing what he said, he narrowed his eyes and nodded immediately:
"Captain, you really should go take a look."
Hearing what Ye Qingxuan said, the captain's eyes suddenly became serious. After taking two steps with the man, he looked back at him: "Together?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded and followed. When he arrived, the sailors watching the excitement had been driven away by the first mate, leaving only two people behind.
The captain pressed his hand on the railing and looked down to the side. In the rolling dark blue current, something floated over and gently hit the side of the ship under the turbulence of the water waves.
It seemed like a polite guest was knocking on the door.
It was a fragment, a fragment of some lifeboat, with only the overturned bow remaining, bullying the sea like a dead whale. On the bottom of the boat that emerged from the water, there was a body swollen by water.
He was nailed to the bottom of the ship.
Someone pulled out a nail from the lifeboat and passed through the back of the deceased's hand, nailing him to the bottom of the broken boat. Half of his body was immersed in the water, allowing him to float with the waves without exhausting himself. Then it sank underwater.
"I nailed it myself..." a sailor said softly.
When he was in distress, the man almost had no strength to hold on to the boat, so he nailed himself to the boat and prayed for a way out. Unfortunately, life did not favor him.
Seagulls pecked away his eyes, leaving only a pair of empty eye holes staring into the distance, staring into the distance.
Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze.
Before entering the red zone, he saw such a bleak scene, which was beyond his expectation.
The first mate asked in a low voice, "Captain, what should I do...?"
At the stern of the ship, the captain smoked a cigarette and was silent for a long time, then said in a low voice: "What are you still doing? Everyone is dead, why should we fish them out to worship? Go ahead."
He turned and left.
So the ship continued sailing.
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Half an hour later, the boat moving according to the wind finally slowly approached the red zone.
Ye Qingxuan could feel that the ether in the ocean and wind was almost saturated.
In the musician's perception, it seems to be sailing into the world of stars, passing through patches of brilliant clouds, and every breath is faintly sparkling.
"It's getting foggy."
Ye Qingxuan stood on the deck, staring at the mist on the sea in the distance.
Soon, the fog was so thick that the fingers could not be seen clearly, and with a damp and cold breath, the ship was engulfed.
In the dim white, the sailors on the deck all put on respirators, and even Ye Qingxuan also put on the mask that looked like a pig's nose.
After putting it on, although breathing is difficult, there is no suffocating feeling.
After the fog comes, there is nothing interesting to see on the sea.
The surface of the sea in the induction was empty and quiet, with a distant sound of tides in the distance, everything was normal. Ye Qingxuan turned around and returned to the cabin, ready to continue reading, but after taking two steps, he was stunned.
He took out the book and pressed it on the back of the book.
It's wet.
"Illusion..."
He murmured softly and twitched his little finger: "Someone has set up an illusion here?"
After the last "fire", although the teacher didn't say anything openly, since then all the materials have been treated with moisture-proof and fire-proof treatment. It doesn't burn, even if it is thrown into water for several hours, it will still be dry as new when taken out.
- He directly severed the premise of burning and immersion from the Forbidden School, and rejected the change of nature.
Well, that being the case.
Does this inexplicable fog really exist in this world
He thought silently for a long time, then with a snap of his fingers, the silent Bolero's net was awakened.
Over a long period of time, after deliberately adding many music theories of the "revelation school", Bolero, who originally had no school characteristics, gradually transformed into the style of the apocalyptic school.
Abandoning other gains, it becomes pure exploration and reading.
Along with the light melody, the water vapor thread was reawakened, and the faint moonlight lit up from it. In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the fog suddenly became dreamlike, beautiful and ethereal.
Although this scene was magnificent, Ye Qingxuan did not dare to look at it. The more he looked at it, the deeper he was eroded by the illusion. He could only see the existence of the illusion now, but he could not break it.
Once a musician reaches the level of a formal musician, the structure of all movements will transform and have a complete structure, and the stability of the effect is incomparable compared to the past.
Especially illusions are weird. If you don't understand the core and source, you will only get deeper and deeper into it. In the end, you will not be able to distinguish the difference between reality and illusion, and you will be at the mercy of others.