For the first time, Ye Qingxuan felt the frustration of being unable to move forward no matter how hard he tried.
Although it is not serious enough to constitute a blow, you can imagine what kind of crazy predicament you will get into after being stuck for three or four years over time.
So many musicians, even if they fall, want to break down this high wall that blocks the way.
Facing it, you must pay all the price and be determined to give up everything, otherwise you must be prepared to never move forward in this life.
Ye Qingxuan sighed, closed his eyes, stretched out his palms towards the sky, and soft notes sounded as his fingertips pressed down.
So, he saw that the fog gradually dissipated, and the invisible sea of ether gradually revealed itself in front of him, so huge that it filled the entire world.
Compared with it, my own existence is so insignificant that it cannot even be called dust.
And just from this bit of dust, a vague feeling gradually spread out, heading towards the depths of the etheric sea.
Ye Qingxuan could sense that four roads were slowly unfolding in front of him.
Those four roads, whether long or short, all lead to four different directions, and they respectively represent the four factions they control.
One of them seemed like countless stars gathering and moving, illuminating the fog for him and faintly pointing out the direction of the end. This was the music theory path of the Enlightenment School.
A misty like phantom, if it is there or not, it is the path of the illusion school.
A road stretched from his feet, spiraling upward, and countless blurry faces emerged, staring at him, as if full of infinite magic, tempting him to move forward towards the end.
This is the school of psychology.
And the last road, which is also the longest and strongest road, extends from his body, leading to the sky, extending upward firmly, getting closer to the core of all things inch by inch.
This is the forbidden school, and it is also the school that Ye Qingxuan currently has the deepest control over.
He could feel that just a little bit, just a tiny distance away, his consciousness could enter the core of the etheric sea through the musician's path, and then project into the etheric world, rivet the origin for himself, resonate with the world, and step on Enter resonance level.
Just a thin line.
But this line is as long as the abyss.
Ye Qingxuan knew that if he could not break through the barrier of his own knowledge, he would never be able to cross that line of distance.
That's why I feel upset.
If there was a way to easily overcome the past, would the barrier of knowledge still be called the barrier of despair
Those who can cross this barrier with their own strength are just a handful among the many musicians in the world. The price of borrowing the Holy Spirit or falling is so small that it is so easy to be driven crazy by the difficulties at hand.
Ye Qingxuan took back his senses and opened his eyes again.
"Is it time to eat?"
He muttered to himself and touched his stomach, which was growling with hunger.
Still in a state of doing nothing. During the day, when I had nothing to do, I went to Elder Caligula's house to visit, discuss classics and history, and talk about family affairs.
Instead, he gained a lot of ancient Romulus history and some forbidden medicines given to him by the elders. Ye Qingxuan kept the former in his mind, while the latter just threw it into the trash can after going out.
Other than that, nothing was found.
Occasionally go to the church to see if the priest has any research results on viruses.
As for the Yellow King? He had long forgotten about it. Anyway, he didn't go out for the reward from His Majesty the Pope.
Just as he was tossing and turning on the recliner, deciding whether to eat scones or nibble on some dry food for lunch, a shadow fell on his face.
"Hey, are you still basking in the sun?"
The white-haired elder from the East bent down and looked at him, smiling.
"Mr. Hu, are you taking a walk again?"
Ye Qingxuan stood up, invited him to sit down, and poured him a cup of coffee brewed on the small stove next to him.
"This is called walking."
Holding the quilt, Mr. Hu sighed: "It turns out that I really like walking. When I was studying with my teacher, my teacher told me that if I'm in a bad mood, or if I can't decide something, just go out for a walk. ."
"Is it useful?"
"Maybe it will work?"
Mr. Hu scratched his head: "Once, my teacher went to see the emperor. When he came back, he was doubtful, so he took me for a walk. He started from the imperial capital, walked westward for ten years, and then slowly walked back. Walking In the end, the teacher finally figured it out.”
Ye Qingxuan was very curious and wondered what the problem was. It took Mr. Hu's teacher more than ten years to figure it out:
"and after?"
"Then?" Mr. Hu shrugged: "Then he died. I took his ashes back to the imperial capital, and he was enshrined in the Tower of Lingyan. It has been many years now."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh for a long time: "The East is really magical."
"Yeah, it's a good place."
Mr. Hu took out his thin cigarette rod, skillfully stuffed it with tobacco, lit it, took two deep breaths, and blew out a puff of green smoke. When he did this, he squatted on the ground, not like a master who set an example for others, but like an old farmer who took the time to avoid doing it, smoking happily and comfortably.
"Hey, kid." He suddenly asked, "Have you ever wanted to go to the East?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"You should go there."
Mr. Hu glanced at his white hair and said, "It would be a pity otherwise."
The young man was silent for a moment and couldn't help scratching his head:
"Sir, it's no pity. There are only a few things that a person like me can do - if I do it well, everything will be fine. If I don't do it, everything will stop. But now, these are the things I should do. I’m so busy that I don’t have time to think about things in the East anymore?”
"...Have you ever thought that there is something waiting for you out there?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and shook his head:
"there has never been."
Mr. Hu nodded and suddenly laughed softly.
"Then let's do it." He let out a long breath and stood up with relief: "This is actually quite good."
He nodded goodbye and was about to leave when he was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.
"Mr. Hu, you are a big shot in the Imperial College, so you must have your own opinions on music theory, right?"
Mr. Hu looked at him doubtfully and nodded.
So, the young man smiled happily, rubbed his hands and came closer:
"I have a question, can you ask me?"
Half an hour later, in a secluded corner of the hotel lobby.
"I see."
After listening to Ye Qingxuan's confusion and current predicament, Mr. Hu nodded thoughtfully.
Soon, he asked seriously: "Ye Qingxuan, have you ever thought about the origin of the world? How do all things come into being and evolve?"
"No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head.
"The nature of time and space, the laws of nature, and the existence of the soul?"
"have no idea."
"The relationship between man and the world?"
"have not thought."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head crisply, but Mr. Hu looked at him with sharp eyes, as if to expose his disguise: "Have you never thought about it, or do you don't want to think about it?"
“…”
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, his expression stiffened. After a long time, he scratched his head awkwardly: "What do you mean, sir?"
"'The metaphysical is called the Tao, and the metaphysical is called the instrument.' This is the ancient Eastern interpretation of the musician's path, that is, the outside and the inside. The seven lines of the musician can be distinguished based on this. If I am not wrong, …”
He stretched out his hand and grasped Ye Qingxuan's veins. He touched lightly with three fingers, sensing the young man's heartbeat, with a sudden look on his face:
"Are there still prohibitions on revelation, mental vision, and illusion? As expected... Ye Qingxuan, how long has it been since you had a dream?"
"dream?"
Ye Qingxuan was confused: "I have..."
His words stopped abruptly.
Only now did he realize that he hadn't dreamed for a long time.
I don’t know when I started to stop dreaming, and I can’t remember any dreams clearly. Looking back now, he only remembered that a long time ago, that person said to himself in the dream, go to the end of the dream...
Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became sad, and he smiled reluctantly: "Does this have anything to do with my limited knowledge?"
"That's your problem."
Mr. Hu fiddled with the thin cigarette rod in his hand and asked calmly: "Ye Qingxuan, in addition to the forbidden way of focusing on the ether, you have practiced almost all the 'self-way', but your self has nothing to do with reality. There is a deviation between them. In fact, you have already noticed this, right?"
Ye Qingxuan was silent.
But Mr. Hu is right.
He might have noticed something was wrong with him a long time ago, but he couldn't tell where it was.
"That's why you feel that you are incompatible with so many musicians. Because you never feel that you are in the same world as them, and you lack the sense of being a musician. So many people come here in a mediocre way, and they are mediocre. But you are mixed in, but you are like a bystander, unable to integrate into it. - Just like a zebra can't find a home among black horses and white horses."
Mr. Hu stared at him with pity and sympathy in his eyes.
"Ye Qingxuan, if one day you find that the world is completely different from what you thought, what will you do?"
“…”
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and was speechless.
Mr. Hu stood up to say goodbye and patted him on the shoulder:
"—The barrier to your knowledge is right here."
…
…
Late at night, in the room, Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from his deep thoughts.
To be honest, there was really nothing he could do about it. If this problem was a barrier to his knowledge, then he really couldn't find any clues to answer it.
"So, I can only rely on you?"
He raised his head and looked at the table in front of him. There was a decaying head on the table. The holes in the eyes were dark, as if it contained the original darkness of the universe and contained all the unknowable secrets.
—The Skull of True Knowledge.