Crown of Silence

Chapter 138 Interpretation Method

In the basement, a soft melody sounded at the young man's fingertips.

When the strings vibrate, they bring out a soft tone. The melody is like fine dust flying in the sun, quiet and melodious...

As Ye Qingxuan played, wisps of water vapor slowly condensed from the air, adhered to his body, and floated aimlessly in all directions.

Opposite him, Charles, who was chewing some fruit, whistled and raised the corner of his mouth: "Oh, that's good. Did you succeed in the third time?"

Ye Qingxuan directed the strands of water to float in the air, and replied: "It's a very simple melody, and all of it is basic runes. Although the movement itself is difficult to understand, there are interpretation methods to help interpret it, and you won't even know how to get started. Why is it difficult?”

"I was worried that you were complacent. It seems I don't need to say more."

Charles muttered, picked up a screw from the ground, and flicked it towards the white wall behind Ye Qingxuan. The screw hit the wall, bounced off, and fell straight towards the back of Ye Qingxuan's head!

In mid-air, a thread of fluttering water vapor was brushed by a screw. In an instant, Ye Qingxuan reached back his head, as if he had eyes behind him, and lightly caught the screw.

"oh?"

Ciel laughed: "It's good to be skilled."

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands and threw the screws back into the box on the ground.

Around him, those almost imperceptible lines of water vapor danced stiffly, and he was familiar with this feeling.

Now, these thin lines formed by condensation of water vapor are like extensions of his limbs, and Ye Qingxuan can quickly detect any slightest touch.

Gradually, the fluttering of those thin water vapor threads became more flexible, making Ye Qingxuan nod with satisfaction: "So far, it seems that the first section of "Bolero" is still very easy. I can master it in one afternoon."

"Don't make any mistake about one thing, Ye Zi."

Charles shook his head and patted the boy on the shoulder: "The most difficult part of Bolero is not playing, but..."

"--application!"

For a moment, Ye Qingxuan's eyes flashed, and he fell to the ground, almost falling to the ground.

"Sorry, it was a sneak attack."

Charles opened his wrist and showed him the slowly dissipating 'note.qi'. He shook his head provocatively and clicked his tongue:

"How about we two practice together? The loser has to wear women's clothes to buy dinner!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him expressionlessly. After confirming that he was serious, his eyes became dangerous: "Does this mean I can beat you up at will?"

"That's right, come on, hero!"

Ciel raised his little finger and said, "Let me see what the famous vengeful evil spirit in the Lower City is capable of."

"Although I know you are provoking me, I will still be very angry, senior brother."

Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground, pinched his knuckles, twisted his neck, and grinned: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

"hey-hey."

Charles smiled sheepishly, but without warning, a ball of dazzling light burst out from his hand, illuminating Ye Qingxuan's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he felt someone stepping into his arms and placing his palm against his chest.

"——General."

Ciel smiled and tightened his fingers.

Bang!

Note Qi exploded, and the violent wind pressure lifted the boy up, smashed him against the wall, and finally landed on a pile of dust-proof cloths.

Splashing up a pool of dust.

"I forgot to tell you the rules."

Ciel skillfully lied: "As long as you stand up, it will start. In other words, if you want to admit defeat, just lie down honestly."

"That's so thoughtful."

Ye Qingxuan coughed violently and got up from the thick dust: "However, I will not give you the chance to lie down."

The next moment, he flicked his fingers, and crisp notes burst out from his fingertips, like the sound of cracking ice.

Frost rays shot out.

As if he was predicting the future, Ciel took a step across, and then jumped back, avoiding the young man's sneak attack on his lower body.

Before he could stand firm, Ye Qingxuan came up to him and treated him with his own medicine - Yin Yin Qi.

Bang!

Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened in shock and he flew out.

"That's why I say, you have to look at your feet when walking."

Ciel shook his head and looked down at the runes that dissipated on the ground. They were the notes he left on the ground before jumping up, a delayed release technique.

Easily seduce someone into a trap.

"It seems like you have no experience in musician duels except for the chief student challenge."

Ciel shook his head and sighed, waving to the young man with enthusiasm: "Come on, come on, let senior brother help you make up for this lesson."

"Tsk."

Ye Qingxuan spit out the dust that floated into his mouth and jumped in again.

Three seconds later, Charles withdrew his palm from Ye Qingxuan's back. The young man lost strength and knelt down, panting. Sweat seeped out from his pores, leaving wet marks on the ground.

That's the note he's best at. Flow!

"Have you rested?"

Charles walked leisurely around him, leisurely and comfortable: "It's okay, just rest for a while, and you won't have to fight until dinner time."

This bastard was still irritating him, and Ye Qingxuan knew it.

He simply sat on the ground and refused to get up.

His originally irritable eyes gradually calmed down.

No, there's something wrong, it's completely wrong... I'm being completely suppressed and beaten! It was like challenging a monster without any form. So every time I lose, it's inexplicable.

It's not because the other party has a clever strategy, nor is it because the other party is powerful, nor is it because he is too reckless, nor is it because he is weak.

So what's wrong? It was as if this guy had already predicted what moves he would make!

Foreknowledge...

Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

In the dim light, the dust kicked up by the two people was still flying, refracting the light and scattering it. But when the young man looked closely, he noticed something strange about Ciel.

On his body, there are more than a dozen thin and secret lines of water vapor floating, emanating from his body, then extending in the air, and finally...

He followed the thin line and finally realized it.

——Those threads are wrapped around themselves!

"Is this the 'application' of Bolero?"

It dawned on him.

"That's right, I figured it out in just five minutes. Originally, I planned to torture the food for half an hour before talking about it. What a pity." Charles shrugged:

"Do you want to continue? Young man."

Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground. This time, he stood ready and stared at Charles: "How did you do that?"

"What? 'Precognition'? That's just your illusion."

Ciel raised a finger: "Everything I know comes from you. Think about it carefully, think about it again, how do I know it?"

"Because of the 'thought thread' created in the first section of "Bolero"?"

"It's a bit reliable, but not enough."

Ciel shook his finger: "Relying only on thought threads, at best, I can only detect your position.

If he wants to beat you unilaterally, he needs other things to cooperate, something that you haven't noticed at all.

Think, Ye Zi, don't stop thinking! Keep thinking…dig down! Never stop thinking during a duel. To stop thinking is to admit defeat.

To admit defeat is to die! "

The next moment, he stepped forward, and Ye Qingxuan subconsciously dodged back, creating a 'barrier' effect on himself that was better than nothing.

But he saw that the shadow rushing towards him...dissipated?

Note.Mirror!

Ciel's knife struck him at the base of his neck from behind, knocking him down easily. In the confused eyes of the young man, he whistled and flicked his fingers.

At the fingertips, several thought threads connected to Ye Qingxuan emitted a faint light, rising and dying.

"——It's useless to just resist passively." He said: "I know all your thoughts clearly."

What answered him was the flame that ignited at the young man's fingertips.

On the ground, Ye Qingxuan expressionlessly lit a fire and burned out the 'thought thread' connected to himself, and got up from the ground:

"Come again."

"OK."

The next moment, both of them pressed their palms on their instruments at the same time, and the same melody sounded from both of their hands at the same time.

"Bolero". First measure!

In that soft and quiet melody, several water vapor threads emerged from Ye Qingxuan's body out of thin air and entangled towards Charles.

In Ciel's hands, the same threads of thought were also entangled. The two people's threads of thought were bound to each other, and the entanglement became a mess.

The moment the water vapor thread wrapped around Charles' body, Ye Qingxuan's eyes changed.

Become stunned and amazed.

He actually... sensed the ether controlled by Ciel?

"What's wrong? Is it such a surprise to sense other people's ether?"

Charles didn't care that his etheric fluctuations were noticed by Ye Qingxuan, and said calmly: "Do you understand now?

Thought thread is not a substitute for touch, it is an extension of perception! This is its function, it is the eyes of the 'musician'.

A pair of eyes that make every intention, every movement, and every fluctuation of the enemy's notes have no place to hide.

——Congratulations, you finally got started. "

The next moment, there was a crisp sound.

Ciel raised his hand and released a frost ray without warning - it was quick to cast and low cost, and all musician apprentices loved it.

Ye Qingxuan's expression changed and he didn't even react!

He could clearly sense the opponent's ether fluctuations, but in the chaotic fluctuations, Ye Qingxuan didn't notice that he was playing the notes at all.

Naturally, his face was covered with frost rays after being weakened, and his face was covered with white frost, and even breathing became difficult.

"What's wrong? All the doors here are open."

Ciel tilted his head and looked at him: "You didn't even see what rune I was about to cast?"

"The instantaneous note takes such a short time, you always have to give me time to react." Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to wipe off the white frost on his face: "The changes in the ether are so chaotic that I can't find the rules."

"Use your brain and make it spin."

Charles sighed in despair: "What about the interpretation method? What about the interpretation method? What have you learned in these days?"

"Interpretation method?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, as if he had suddenly caught a clue, and he couldn't help but follow Charles's guidance and think:

"Interpretation method..."