"Who am I? Haha, who knows."
Hermes lay on the sofa and whistled: "Some people think that I am the protector of homeless travelers, and some people think that I am the trader of Avalon. I am the originator of the steam disaster, and I am the artist. A peak that is impossible to reach. Some people regard me as a monster, and some people regard me as a god. Many people call me a sage, saying that I am in charge of one-third of the world’s truth. I like this title. Although the other third 2 is in the hands of a bitch and a wimp. I am a watch shop owner, I am an external think tank for Anglo Division 2, and a confidential advisor for Division 6. I am a private person who has been dismissed by Her Majesty the Queen. Doctor, I am also the owner of an antique shop in the Holy City... If you want to know my life, I can publish a six-volume, 2,400-page autobiography for you. If you want to know my nature, but my nature It has been like this for a long time. Ye Qingxuan, what exactly do you want to ask? In your opinion, what kind of shocking secrets do I, a fat man, keep? "
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and did not speak again.
Soon, he stood up: "Then, I'll leave first. See you again if we are destined."
Hermes tied the napkin carefully and waved goodbye: "Be safe, there are a lot of people staring at you recently."
"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan stopped at the door and turned around in confusion.
"You're already famous."
Hermes showed a weird smile and chanted in an exaggerated tone: "Ye Qingxuan, your name is known to everyone from Northern Asgard to Tianzhu!"
“…”
Ye Qingxuan was speechless.
"Do you know what people say about you now?"
Hermes counted with his greasy fingers: "Madman, fanatic, executioner, genius once seen in a century, monster who broke through the resonance level within half a year, supernova among musicians! Invincible in resonance, the first person among masters !”
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment: "Isn't that too exaggerated?"
The first person under the master
No matter what, it has been exaggerated. This is no longer a compliment, but a way to roast yourself on the fire!
"No, no, no, that's not an exaggeration at all."
Hermes waved his hand: "Boss, I have been around for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen someone like you who can cause trouble. Count it yourself, how many people have been ruined because of you?"
Ye Qingxuan pondered, counting with his fingers, and then he found that ten fingers were not enough, and then he found... there were so many people that he couldn't remember them all.
It seems that there are quite a few people who are unlucky because of themselves.
Ever since he was preparing to return to Avalon, almost all the musicians he met had no good ending.
Ah haha, how embarrassing.
Seeing that he couldn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, Hermes showed a look of gloating: "Whether you admit it or not, those who want to challenge you can already line up from outside the gate of the Holy City to the central square! And! , I heard that Maxwell had set off back to Angelo with the Sword in the Stone at noon today, and the number of people seemed to have increased several times. I thought you already knew, but you showed up in the Central Sanctuary with such a high profile... It's almost like It's like there's a 'Challenge Seeking' sign above his head."
He paused here meaningfully, looking at Ye Qingxuan, as if he had seen a good stepping stone: "Little Ye Zi, the strong wind and waves haven't come yet, so don't capsize the boat in the gutter."
Ye Qingxuan had nothing to say and pushed out the door with complicated emotions.
Outside the door, at the end of the corridor, several musicians passing by heard the sound and looked over. After seeing his white hair, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
Ye Qingxuan also looked at them with a strange expression:
"No way?"
So fast
"Ye Qingxuan?"
Soon, a young man with a handsome face stood out from the crowd and said in a polite tone: "Donatero, the youngest son of the Esposito family, is a member of the Gregorian Choir in the Holy City. Do you have the honor to ask for advice from you? ?”
“…”
Ye Qingxuan was silent and turned around to look at Lang Flute in the distance, holding hot coffee and watching the show.
Langdi shrugged helplessly, saying that there was nothing he could do.
"I suggest you better hurry up."
He turned to look out the window. In the distance, people were gradually gathering towards the central church. The musicians who were rushing to the second floor could not help but whistle:
"Oh, the streets are empty. None of the black and white bears in the Holy City Zoo have ever enjoyed such treatment as you..."
Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became more and more ugly.
"Found it! He's right here!"
Noisy sounds came from the bottom of the stairs, and soon the musicians rushed up one after another. Before they even went upstairs, the voice was already heard: "Sanardo, the chief of the Jackdaw School, is asking Mr. Ye for advice!"
"Mr. Ye, Will, the chief of the Xiashan Middle School, is here to ask for advice."
"Where is Ye Qingxuan?" A rough voice shouted: "Goodman School Rafter, I challenge you. If you are a man, don't run away!"
"Mr. Ye, Professor Serolas from Trinity College in the Lower Holy City has a few interpretation problems. I would like to ask for your advice."
"Down here..."
"...Representative of Yantie Academy..."
"Chief musician..."
"Caucasus Ice Wind School..."
"The Plantagenet Orchestra..."
“…”
Groups of musicians rushed up, blocking the entire corridor. Breathing rapidly and eyes red, he stared at Ye Qingxuan like a group of ferocious bulls.
It was like staring at a walking stepping stone, a ticket to fame.
Naturally, there are many excuses.
There were consultations, discussions, challenges, and there were even people who wanted to take revenge on someone whose name Ye Qingxuan couldn't even remember... humility or arrogance, confidence or a mysterious smile, just to name a few.
Ye Qingxuan quietly looked at the crowd of people in front of him. Those unfamiliar faces were filled with fighting spirit, which was simply inexplicable.
He frowned irritably, and his eyes became cold.
"Wait!"
Just when he was about to speak, the first young man in the crowd, Donatello, stood up, stopped in front of everyone, and raised his voice:
"Everyone, I know that everyone wants to see Mr. Ye's style, but with so many people, I am afraid that Mr. Ye will be too busy no matter what, and if it spreads, others will say that people in our Holy City do not know etiquette."
He paused and said solemnly: "How about we elect a few representatives to ask Mr. Ye for music theory advice? We will win two out of three games. I believe Master Ye will not refuse our kindness."
"good!"
"I agree!"
In the blink of an eye, the musicians all said yes, and they were sincerely convinced, without any sign of the enthusiasm that had been surging just now. Even Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief... That's weird!
From a group of people taking turns to challenge, it turned into a best-of-three game. It seemed that they had taken advantage, but looking at their poor acting skills, you knew that this was premeditated.
And he has never promised any duel.
These bastards want to use the power of numbers to overwhelm themselves.
Ye Qingxuan's expression became increasingly ugly.
Turning back, he looked at Wolf Flute, not hiding his voice at all: "Are all the musicians in the Holy City like this?"
"Partially."
The wolf whistle blew hot coffee, glanced sideways at the group of guys, and said nonchalantly:
"These guys are all doing poorly in various places and came to the Holy City to study and gain experience. Most of them have money in their hands, but their skills are mediocre. They hang out with friends all day long and have a strong reputation, but in fact they are really powerful. The musicians didn't like them at all and didn't bother to pay attention to them. They had no sense of existence, so they had no choice but to criticize the politics of the Holy City and the major families every day. They relied on their status as musicians to be unscrupulous and made trouble together. People who couldn't stand it couldn't do anything about them... "
He paused and smiled strangely: "Hey, little Ye Zi, someone is unhappy with you and wants to give you eye drops."
"Why?"
"Because you are more famous than them."
Langdi said confidently: "Isn't this enough?"
Ye Qingxuan was speechless.
This is enough, enough. In the eyes of some people who have longed for fame and fortune for many years but failed to achieve anything, their own existence is a thorn in the side of reality.
The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, so naturally there will be no shortage of villains.
Hearing the sound of the wolf whistle, Donatello's eyes suddenly became ugly, but soon he returned to his humble and enthusiastic look with a smile.
Be confident.
Now that they have achieved success, under the witness and persecution of so many people, Ye Qingxuan can't help but get into this trap.
Ye Qingxuan does not need to fight, but from tonight on, the entire Holy City will know that he fled in fear of fighting.
And if we fight against them, the result will only be worse in the face of their preparations.
If you win, you will bully the small with the big.
If you lose, hahaha, you will naturally be ruined.
In fact, even if they persisted shamelessly for a few minutes and then gave up early, they would have the capital to brag in the future: That Ye Qingxuan is not that powerful, he and I will win or lose...
Even if Ye Qingxuan tries to defend himself in the future, when everyone agrees and rumors spread, it no longer matters what the truth is.
Everyone likes to watch dramas like "genius musicians defeat the Holy City".
The genius who was promoted to the clouds in the past is now facing challenges from elites from various factions, and he actually runs away without fighting!
Ye Qingxuan's true identity was exposed, and it was hard to live up to his reputation!
No matter how he defends himself, he will become an out-and-out clown.
As long as everyone speaks with one voice and occupies the position of public opinion, many people will come to add insult to injury and beat up the dog in the water.
In less than half a month, the name Ye Qingxuan will become a bad smell.
Ye Qingxuan quickly figured it out and even helped them think of various arrangements and methods afterwards. The plan was really easy and comprehensive.
Perfect like heaven.
pity…
Such a thing does not exist in this world!
He raised his head and asked calmly: "It seems that you have all discussed it?"
As if he didn't hear his ridicule, Donatello's smile was still warm and humble: "What do you think, Master Ye?"
Then, Ye Qingxuan smiled.
That smile was particularly disturbing.
Anyone who knows this bastard knows that every time he smiles like that, someone is going to be in trouble.
Under everyone's gaze, he took a step forward, lowered his head and looked down at Donatello almost arrogantly, raised a finger and pointed at his face:
"Do you know who I am?"
There was silence, and everyone was stunned. They looked at each other in shock, wondering what Ye Qingxuan meant.
"Ye Qingxuan?"
"Angelo Sword Bearer."
"Genius musician..."
"The first person under the master?"
Listening to their noisy and confused voices, Ye Qingxuan's expression became satisfied, as if he was intoxicated by the flattery.
I have to say, this feels really good.
It wasn't until those voices stopped that he nodded and looked at Donatello: "What else?"
besides
what else
Donatello's eyes darkened, his mind was spinning, and he quickly thought about what Ye Qingxuan was up to. But suddenly, it felt like a thunderbolt struck in his mind.
In an instant, his expression changed.
Because in front of him, Ye Qingxuan slowly raised a jade plaque.
The texture of the jade tablet is warm and rare, and the fine cloud marrow is carved with fine and solemn patterns.
The card is engraved with unique etheric fluctuations and stamped with the unique emblem of the Cathay royal family. It was produced under the supervision of the Ministry of Rites. It is the only one in the world and there is no other.
"Give me swords and shoes to go to the palace to praise and pay homage to the nameless, Changyu Marquis Ye Qingxuan."
Ye Qingxuan bent down and looked at his face with a smile, as if looking at a child in kindergarten: "Do you have a title?"
Donatello's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
They calculated everything, but they missed this point.
Ye Qingxuan is not a talented musician worthless except for his good name. He is a registered marquis in the Holy City, a representative of the glorious blood, a future reserve grand duke, and a superior with all the honor and majesty in the world!
This bastard is now a prince!
A marquis who would have no problem bullying, robbing, murdering, arsoning, and being completely unconscionable!
He doesn't need to care about the so-called challenges at all, and it's impossible for him to care about the so-called fearsome words.
He has the entire Holy City behind him, no, the nobles all over the world are supporting him. If they dare to use any tricks that are not on the table or spread rumors or gossip afterwards... the Ministry of Pardons will not dare to let them go!
In the dead silence, Ye Qingxuan walked around Donatello, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the faces in the crowd: "Do you have it? What about you? You? Forget it, I can tell you don't have it by looking at your poor look. And you, you, and you..."
Finally, in the silence, someone made a voice:
"I have."
"Oh?" Ye Qingxuan smiled, "What title? Report it."
The young man's face twitched, and after a long time he squeezed out the answer through his teeth: "Viscount."
"laugh!"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and said nothing. He just made a disdainful sound from his nostrils and looked at them mockingly: "Isn't that all?"
Donatello's expression was ashen as he looked at Ye Qingxuan: "You..."
Snapped!
Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan slapped him across the face.
The movement was swift, the force was ruthless, and the intention was vicious. With just one slap, Donatello's eyesight went dark, and everyone fell into confusion.
Logically speaking, such an attack should have activated the shield long ago and failed.
But when the slap came down, it had its own musical structure. Before the shield was deployed, it was completely disintegrated. Even the entire alchemy ring fell apart and was covered with cracks.
In the current eyes of Ye Qingxuan, this kind of shield is completely childish, not much thicker than a piece of paper.
"You... Ye Qingxuan... you!"
Donatello staggered back, touching his face blankly, feeling the burning pain, and finally understood what happened. When he looked at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes became furious, his expression twisted, and his face turned red with anger. .
Ye Qingxuan, on the other hand, was understated, just flicked his fingers and said calmly: "You didn't know before, and those who don't know are not guilty. But now, you have to learn to use honorifics and say 'you'. Pay attention to your identity, young man '."
Ye Qingxuan emphasized the pronunciation of the word "young man", and his mockery was palpable.
Before they could speak, Ye Qingxuan waved his sleeves.
"I'm tired, let's call it a day."
He stood with his hands behind his hands: "It's rare that you come here to see my majesty. Since you are sincere, I will not care about your offense."
He paused, looked at the gnashing faces, smiled happily, and said word by word:
"—Please kneel down."
In silence, he played with the jade token in his hand. The jade token was obviously so gentle, but it looked so bright that it stung people and made it difficult to open their eyes.
In the silence, the baron was the first to bend down and pay homage.
Immediately afterwards, everyone lowered their heads. Those without titles knelt down on one knee and respectfully persuaded the Supreme Being to leave. Those with titles looked respectful and did not dare to show any trace of dissatisfaction or annoyance.
Seeing them lowering their bodies so tamely, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.
He kicked the guy in front of him who was blocking the way and stepped out of the dark crowd, as if walking on the road, with an indescribable ease and ease.
In the crowd, Donatello knelt down in shame, clenching his fists, his eyes bloodshot: Today was supposed to be the day when he would become famous, but the opportunity he had spent so much effort and money to obtain turned out to be Such a look!
And just as he passed by him, Ye Qingxuan's footsteps seemed to pause slightly, and a contemptuous voice sounded from his ears.
"Ask for advice?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Are you worthy?"