Crown of Silence

Chapter 463 But I just don't like it

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything." Ye Qingxuan collapsed on the sofa, tilted his neck, and found a comfortable position: "Life is short, can't you just let me lie down?"

"Do you think life is too short?"

The person in charge's eyes lit up: "I have a way!"

Instantly, the world collapsed and history ended.

I don't know how long it took, the giants in the chaos were bred, the world was opened up, the clear air rose, the turbid air fell, and all things were born.

Time passed, in the extreme west of Kyushu, a ten-thousand-foot peak rose from the ground and went straight into the sky. After experiencing the chaos of gods and people hitting pillars and the collapse of heaven and earth, thousands of years have passed.

The current Buzhou Mountain can no longer be seen in the past, but is quiet and peaceful.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of teenagers who had been waiting for a long time raised their heads and saw the white clouds in the sky turned into jade steps, extending from the Tianmen and falling at the feet of the teenagers.

"The leader of the Qingxuan Realm Immortal Sect has reopened the mountain gate today and is recruiting disciples!"

A majestic voice resounded from the clouds: "If you are interested, come forward. After passing the three gates, three tribulations and three roads, you will be my disciple!

If you succeed in cultivation, you will naturally be able to live forever, laugh at the world, and be free from disasters and tribulations from now on. You will shine with the sun and the moon, and live as long as the heaven and earth!"

As soon as the words came out, a group of young people cheered and climbed up the cloud road with all their strength, heading towards the top of the mountain.

And at this moment, on the top of the mountain, on a huge white crane, the majestic voice seemed to have discovered something:

"Hmm?"

The next moment, a stream of light fell from the sky. The majestic monk stood in front of a sloppy young man, his eyes bursting with blazing divine light, his expression showing some joy and some shock.

On the other hand, the young man looked at him coldly: "Are you going to praise me, Qi Lao."

"Born with immortal bones! Born with immortal bones!"

The majestic monk laughed and looked at him solemnly: "This young man, I am the strongest man in Jiuzhou, Xuanqi, the head of Buzhou. Are you willing to be my personal disciple, practice with me, and comprehend the immortal road together?"

"... Qi Lao."

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Why do you have so many tricks? Is this really my dream?"

'Xuanqi' looked at his cold face, and after a long time, he couldn't help sighing and waving his hand. The cranes, clouds, mountains and land disappeared without a trace.

He squatted down and looked at him:

"Ye Qingxuan, dominate the world, be invincible in the universe, live forever... These are good dreams that many people can't achieve once in their lifetime. Don't go too far."

"I don't like it."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I just want to lie down."

"Then I'll give you another game cabin?" Qi Lao rubbed his hands expectantly.

"...Can you listen to people?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with contempt: "Who are you?"

"I am you, Ye Qingxuan."

The mood changed, he sighed, the appearance peeled off, replaced by a vague figure, which seemed to be somewhat similar to Ye Qingxuan, but completely different.

"I am the symbol of music theory in your cognition, I am the musician part of you. I am a part of the dream weaver, the spirituality gathered in the music theory of the Ye family for thousands of years.

I can form a projection of personality through your cognition.

Choosing a dream for you, this is my mission."

"Oh."

Ye Qingxuan nodded after a long time, "I don't want any dream, you go."

"Don't say that!"

The projection looked at him pitifully, and took out a dozen thick books from his pocket, like a persistent salesman, looking lonely and helpless:

"I have dreams collected by dream weavers of all generations, there is always one suitable for you! Just take one!"

As he said, he first opened a book: "Look at this , Urban Soldier King! This theme is very popular among the strange creatures in the ether world! How about it? "

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "Trouble."

"Do you want to sublimate, do you want to know the meaning of the source?"

The projection's voice became deep and mysterious, and turned out another book:

"——Infinite Ether! This is also good!"

Ye Qingxuan had a blank expression, "I don't want to scare myself when I have nothing to do."

"Then how about you try the Doomsday Flow?"

"It hurts."

"..."

In the end, the projection was angry: "You guy, you don't learn this, you don't learn that... How can it be like this! Do you believe that I will make you unable to be a musician for the rest of your life!"

Ye Qingxuan had a blank expression and was unmoved.

Then, the projection was scared.

He looked at Ye Qingxuan with tearful eyes: "Brother, please don't embarrass me, okay? Every dream here is the prototype of the fateful chapter of the previous heads of the Ye family!

Even if you don't use it, you can still play with it when you are free, which is very face-saving! What's more, there are lingering and heart-stirring experiences waiting for you!

Otherwise, just pick one at random, it doesn't cost money!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really tired."

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I don't want those stories of great joy and sorrow, ups and downs, and finally reaching the pinnacle of life, can you let me go?"

The projection was angry: "Such a good adventure, how can I let you down?"

"What I lack most in my life is adventure, really."

Ye Qingxuan sighed wearily: "Every time I have to be tossed back and forth to death. I really don't want any adventures, please let me go."

"You are a musician! You are a dream weaver!"

The projection was about to collapse, pulling Ye Qingxuan's collar and roaring: "What on earth are you thinking about!"

Ye Qingxuan let him pull his collar and lift him up, saliva splashing and falling on his face. He just sighed and pleaded:

"——I want to be quiet."

At that moment, the whole world was silent, and the next moment, the sound of breaking came from a very far distance.

The sky and the earth were turbulent, the sun and the moon were dim, and all things decayed rapidly, losing their colors and turning into blurred black and white.

The projection let go and said gloomily:

"You win."

On the rigid body of the projection, cracks spread rapidly until finally, it completely fell apart.

It was like a mirror was broken.

After breaking the first dream, the second dream also completely fell apart.

Ye Qingxuan felt that he was falling.

Falling into the deepest part of his consciousness, falling into the deepest layer of the dream.

Falling into... the end of the dream.

-

This is a quiet and empty world, the bottom of the subconscious, the root of all Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, and the so-called core of self, ego, and superego.

Except for "I", there is nothing else.

Nothing else?

Is there really nothing else?

Ye Qingxuan thought to himself.

In the silence, he walked forward silently. After walking for an unknown period of time, he finally saw a figure standing silently in front of him.

I don't know when the moon rose in the sky.

The moonlight fell on that person like clothes, reflecting the quiet glow.

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and sighed softly:

"You are here."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The familiar figure smiled, turned around, looked at him, and smiled with relief: "Little Ye, you finally came to see me."

He stretched out his hand and wanted to hug the young man in front of him.

But Ye Qingxuan made a mistake and passed by him.

Ye Lanzhou looked back in surprise and saw that his footsteps did not stop and he was still walking forward.

"Little Ye, you have reached the end of your dream! Where are you going?"

Ye Lanzhou couldn't catch up, looking at his back in astonishment: "We have been separated for so many years, don't you want to see me? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

At the end of the end, Ye Qingxuan heard his voice and looked back at him:

"Enough, let me sleep quietly."

Ye Lanzhou's figure faded and dissipated, and the music projection appeared from there, staring blankly at Ye Qingxuan walking away step by step, disappearing in an unknown place.

The end of the dream, is there an end?

Ye Qingxuan didn't know.

"Finally, it's a little quieter."

He curled up in the void and closed his eyes.

This time, he finally didn't have to dream anymore.

-

Under the quiet moonlight, Ye Qingxuan turned over quietly in his sleep, and the coldness and indifference in his eyebrows dissipated, becoming peaceful and quiet. .

It was as if he had finally escaped from the layers of cause and effect and the complex reality. He fled to a place without people and dreams, and fell asleep peacefully.

As he fell asleep.

At that moment, the world was quiet.