Under the gaze of the Eye of Silence, the dark cave was always reflecting a chaotic light and ripples, one after another. Each crystal is like a piano key, playing a melody silently.
From the abyss at your feet, back to the distant sky above your head.
Even though that war has ended hundreds of years ago, the singing still echoes on this battlefield. They are the remnants of the glorious battles of the past engraved in the ether.
Ye Qingxuan leaned against the wall and sat on the horizontal crystal pillar, quietly staring at the bright light. Compared with such huge ruins, human beings are as small as dust.
"Abandon yourself..."
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, thinking silently.
The core of the Forbidden School lies in the construction of order and the interference of nature. Regarding this, he felt that maybe he would gain a new understanding of the Forbidden School in the chaotic ether environment.
But after arriving here, he realized that his idea was too beautiful.
As soon as Bolero's thought thread extended from his fingertips, the water vapor thought thread dissipated in an instant. The water vapor was too fragile to detect such a chaotic environment.
Therefore, the only choice is to change the medium.
He cut open his fingertip, and a line of blood faintly floated out, spreading in all directions, reflecting the faint moonlight. The moonlight spread in all directions, touched by the turbulent flow of ether, and rippled like water.
Then, in the darkness, there was the sound of a beating heart.
In the air, the dust began to fluctuate, floating like a dance, and was inspired by the sound of the heartbeat, faintly forming a small ring.
The ring of dust slowly expanded and enveloped Ye Qingxuan.
In the ring of dust, the turbulent ether seems to have entered a stable white area, no longer violent collisions and changes, and has returned to silence. The small ring of dust expanded to about five meters and burst like a bubble.
Ye Qingxuan's heart beat chaotically and his expression changed.
After a short rest, the ring of dust slowly spread again.
In this chaotic environment, he is trying to carve out an area of musical stability. After dozens of attempts, the five-meter range was finally maintained with difficulty.
Within those five meters, the wind and waves were calm, even if there were raging sea waves outside the ring of dust.
Sweat appeared on Ye Qingxuan's forehead.
If it weren't for Xiao Yuan, he would definitely not dare to mess around in a place that was comparable to a black area. But since the opportunity is rare, why not try to build a stable white zone from scratch
Establishing order, interfering with nature and constructing music theory... this is the essence of the Forbidden School. If you want to grasp the essence, there is no better way than to experience it yourself.
It's just that this feeling of suffocation, like being under the pressure of tens of thousands of tons of water, is a bit too forced.
In the dead silence, Ye Qingxuan could only hear his own heavy breathing and tired heartbeat. Every beat seemed to be carrying a huge weight.
After a long time, he finally got used to the huge pressure.
He slowly took out the food, chewed a small portion carefully, and then put away the remaining food - he had made up his mind to fight a protracted war, and unless he found some way, he would die. Not leaving here.
Three days later, Ye Qingxuan climbed out of the dark cave, his face pale and his eyes dark.
Although he claimed to be well prepared, he also neglected one thing...
In places where the etheric environment is chaotic, food preservation is a ridiculous matter unless you have special utensils.
In fact, six hours later, he found that all his dry food had become moldy, dehydrated, and discolored... and some of them seemed to have remained unchanged, but Ye Qingxuan did not dare to eat them.
So, he came down hungry these two days.
As a result, it seems that nothing was realized.
Indeed, he had made considerable progress in his understanding of forbidden factions and ether in the past two days, but there was still no progress in the proposition of "abandoning oneself". Instead, he almost abandoned himself in that big pit.
starving.
If it weren't for the help of Ren Du's armor, he wouldn't have the strength to climb up.
Now Ye Qingxuan has the words "hungry" and "miserable" written all over his body, and he even has the urge to eat dirt. To make matters worse, he found that the horse he had tied to the tree had run away at some point.
Ye Qingxuan held on to the half-gnawed rein, feeling that he had no hope of life.
"Oh my god! I hate it! Starving..."
The boy wearing a Tianzhu turban looked up to the sky and sighed.
The mournful shouts were heard several kilometers away, mixed with the howling of wolves, which was indescribably desolate.
…
"Wolf?"
Beside the fire, Donald subconsciously held down the hilt of the sword, and soon let it go.
Around several fires, dozens of teams of carriages surrounded a mountain col and established a small camp. The businessmen who had been traveling all day got into their tents and fell asleep, snoring everywhere.
There were only a few burly men sitting on the shaft of the carriage, chatting casually. Beside them, the newly oiled crossbows were shining brightly, and there were even a few alchemical crossbow arrows. Generally speaking, such taboo items are never allowed to appear in caravans, but in such a desolate place on the edge of various countries, who would really care about the law
Those bandits and horse bandits don't know how to do it, and the businessmen can't do it in order to protect themselves.
"Boss, I asked the rabbit to put down all the traps." A big man with a long sword sat next to him and said while warming himself by the fire: "Anyone who wants to come over for fun in the middle of the night has to weigh his life. Okay. To be honest, I’m quite looking forward to them coming.”
"Don't say such things."
Donald shook his head: "Unlucky."
"It's better to be careful, right?" The man laughed in amusement.
Donald was speechless. He just looked at the iron basin hanging on the fire. After thinking about it, he grabbed two more wild vegetables from his backpack and threw them in. In the iron basin, a pot of stew was bubbling, exuding a taste that was definitely not delicious.
In the wild mountains and ridges, just eat what you have, why should you pay so much attention to it
Soon, the soup in the iron basin was almost boiling and bubbling, but the iron basin started to shake, as if it was trembling.
earthquake
wrong…
Donald's expression changed, and he lay on the ground and listened carefully: "It's the sound of horse hooves."
Before he finished speaking, the roar of a horse sounded faintly from the distance. Then there was a sharp whistle. Just as the whistle sounded, it stopped suddenly, as if it was cut off.
The big man jumped up from the fire: "Boss! There's a situation!"
Donald stood up, eager to kick the crow's beak into the fire.
"You don't need to tell me!"
Soon, after a burst of noise and chaos in the camp, all the combat-effective people were gathered together, holding swords and crossbows, nervously watching the light of the torches in the distance and the approaching cavalry.
In the wind, someone was shouting excitedly.
"Friends in front of me, please stop!"
Donald stood up and pulled out the long sword from the scabbard: "If you are looking for money, we can collect some drinking money for you. It is not easy for everyone to live out their lives. Why don't we help each other?"
The cavalry stopped not far away.
A charging distance.
I could vaguely see someone pulling out the saber and rubbing it against the saddle, making a sharp sound.
"How much?" A hoarse voice said: "How much do you want to buy your life?"
Donald's expression changed, he looked at the pale-faced businessmen behind him, then turned around and said a number, which was not small.
The leader's husky voice laughed.
Someone rushed forward and threw something beyond the designed range of the crossbow. The defensive crowd was stunned for a moment and quickly retreated. But the thing rolled in the air, fell into the lighting range of the torch, and finally rolled down at Donald's feet.
It was a human head.
"Rabbit?" He was stunned and recognized this companion, as well as the whistle that he didn't have time to drop from his mouth.
The royal horse passed by and struck the owl's head with a beautiful knife. There was no expression of pain on his face until he died.
"That little money is too little. I'll save it for you to raise chickens."
The hoarse voice said lightly, and the horse bandits laughed.
"Think again and give me another number."
Donald gritted his teeth and looked back at the merchants.
"No more." The business leader's face turned pale: "There is no profit left in this trip. Each of us is carrying a debt. You were invited by us. You can't help them. Go and defeat those guys. ah… "
Donald's face was gloomy, and he raised his head on the ground: "Look at this cut, their saber style... Those guys are not ordinary horse bandits, they are elite cavalry from the Caucasus Federation. They have thirty horses, at least four More than ten people, one charge, is enough to overwhelm our camp. I have already killed one person. I took your money and I don’t even care about my own death, but you have to think about how many people will be there after the camp is overrun. Can you escape? If you can escape, can you keep the goods?"
The businessmen were silent, looked at each other, and soon said a new number.
The hoarse voice did not laugh, but seemed to be pondering.
"Originally, this number is quite a lot, and you are very sincere, but..."
His painting style changed, revealing a trace of teasing: "Are you sure you have included the goods of the 'Chainsaw Monks' in the carriage?"
Donald was stunned, turned around, and looked at several businessmen. The businessmen looked away without looking at him. Someone whispered: "This is a secret of the Chamber of Commerce, and we don't want to hide it."
"Damn it, you killed me!"
Donald gritted his teeth: "These bastards even know what you have. There is a mole in your own chamber of commerce. We were targeted when we set off!"
"What to do now?" someone asked tremblingly.
What else can be done
A roaring sound burst out in the wind, and the crossbow arrows roared towards him. Donald's arm suddenly raised, and the spine of his sword blocked the crossbow arrow. The crossbow arrows were torn apart, and a crack appeared on the spine of his sword.
Donald's face twitched, he gritted his teeth and chanted in a low voice: "My heart is like iron, and my blood is like fire."
As a result, the sword's blade burst into flames, and the entire sword instantly turned into a blade of fire - this was the best alchemy weapon, his capital and trump card to settle down.
But it was too late.
The sound of galloping war horses was already close at hand.