Crown of Silence

Bai Xi stared at the halo on Ye Qingxuan's fingertips in a daze. Through the erected halo, she could see the boy's dark pupils, which were filled with a hint of joyful smile. Bar Book 69 New

"Done?" Xia Er whispered in a low voice.

"You spent three days to make a circle?"

Bai Xi reached out and poked the halo in Ye Qingxuan's hand, and the halo shattered, as if its structure was distorted by external forces.

But when the finger left, the distorted structure returned to its original position like a spring, and returned to its original appearance again.

The light was as usual.

Xia Er nodded, "Although the shape is strange, the structure is very stable. It takes a long time of hard practice to reach this level."

Although the standard effect when reciting according to the correct syllables should be a balanced and smooth light ball. But at least in Ye Qingxuan's control, the structure of ether has been qualitatively improved, and it is no longer as messy as before.

"Forget it, it's been hard for you to reach this level in two days."

Bai Xi sighed: "Remember to tell me before you go to retreat. I'm so confused that I might think you've made up your mind to rob the cult bank."

"Don't worry."

Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his finger: "This is just the beginning..."

As he said, he blew a breath.

As the boy blew, a weak wind passed through the halo, and then hit the invisible barrier and returned empty-handed.

The breeze seemed to blow away the dust covering it, revealing its true appearance - it was an extremely thin membrane, which was tightly stretched on the halo, as if it would break and fall apart with a slight touch.

But in Ye Qingxuan's breath, it slowly swelled.

Just like blowing a huge soap bubble, Ye Qingxuan increased the strength of his breath with unparalleled caution and patience. So, in the halo at the boy's fingertips, the bubble slowly emerged.

Until finally, with a slight tremor, a perfect sphere like a bubble jumped out from the halo and floated in the air.

Bai Xi was stunned.

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In the breeze outside the window, the extremely thin "bubble" slowly floated towards the girl.

It reflected the sunlight and colors around it, and the translucent bubble refracted a gorgeous glimmer, like a reflection of another world. Bai Xi could see through its thin surface and see Ye Qingxuan's cheek.

As if he noticed the surprise and astonishment in her eyes, the boy smiled.

"What is this?"

Bai Xi carefully stretched out her hand to hold it, but was afraid that it would be punctured by herself. The "bubble" floated forward, and she moved back, fearing that this delicate and magnificent creation would be destroyed in her hands.

Xia Er reached out to hold it, and the "bubble" that would cause ripples even if he touched it lightly floated an inch above his finger and slowly rotated.

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Charles stared at the bubble on his fingertips intently, as if he saw something unexpected, his eyes were surprised.

"——One of the variants of Rune·Light, the favorite effect of the Illusion School: 'Bubble Shadow'. It has reached the level of application.

It can make 'Bubble Shadow', chanting 'Light' and other 23 application methods.

You should have mastered them all, right?"

"The others are relatively simple, only this one, I tried many times."

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his stomach and sighed in fear: "Originally, I wanted to make a shape of Lao Fei, but unfortunately the precision requirement was too high. I found that I was exhausted halfway through and almost starved to death. That feeling was so miserable..."

"Three days, with notes and 23 application methods? Three days ago, you were still a loser who had never interacted with ether... How did you do it?"

"A stupid way that anyone can think of."

Ye Qingxuan pointed to the manuscript on the table and laughed softly:

"——Practice hard."

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"In the final analysis, the musician controls the ether by chanting. Ether gathers from discrete states to form different rune structures. Different structures will bring different effects.

Although the principle is complicated, if the correct syllables are used to communicate, the correct results can be obtained: then I just need to send out the correct syllables. "

Ye Qingxuan said: "As you can see, I don't have the inspiration of genius, nor do I have the so-called "feeling".

Therefore, when I chant, the syllables cannot be corrected at any time according to the external environment and the reaction of the ether, resulting in half the result with twice the effort, and the effect is weak, right? "

"That's right. "Char nodded: "How did you solve it?"

"It's very simple. "

Ye Qingxuan snapped his fingers: "As long as I take the external interference into account in advance, this is not a problem at all. "

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In silence, the boy smiled and unfolded his manuscript, looking at the dense handwriting on it: "A lot of what I did was just to find the correct syllables from different records.

According to the current theory, the modification of vocalizations mainly comes from each person's soul's "induction" to the great source, thereby adjusting his or her heart sound to play the runes. However, "Ten Basic Questions of Summoning" mentioned that there is a non-mainstream 'behavioral school' that does not admit the existence of the soul. They only believe in the stimulus-feedback mechanism. This can be done for phantom beasts, and phantom beasts are made of ether, so for ether, there are naturally fixed programs that can stimulate their reactions. "

A long silence.

After a long time, Charles finally digested Ye Qingxuan's meaning with difficulty: "What you mean is that you recorded all the chants about 'light' in the books, the ether environment at that time, the timbre characteristics, audio and pitch levels used. , and the rules of syllable changes, all of them are ‘exhausted’?”

"That's right." Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"All?" Charles felt like he was hallucinating.

"All." Ye Qingxuan nodded.

Charles asked in a trembling voice: "That's all you've been doing in the past three days?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and shook his head: "It took a day to sort out the information, half a day to find the pattern of syllable changes, but the shortest time was spent on rote memorization."

He paused and added:

“Not many, just over six hundred.

Excluding more than 200 uncommon situations, just remember the rest and you'll be fine. Although the changes are complicated, it is not difficult as long as you grasp the rules. "

"..."

In silence, Ciel looked at the boy with complicated eyes, as if he was schizophrenic. The left eye is looking at a fool, the right eye is looking at a monster:

"I didn't expect...you bastard is really strong on the 'runes'!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "If 'yongqiang' is useful, I don't mind."

Charles looked up to the sky and sighed: "Other people find paths based on experience when climbing mountains, okay? But how could I encounter a pervert like you who plans to level the entire mountain?"

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“The Royal Conservatory of Music’s majors are divided into more than a dozen departments, most of which are professional departments that are derived from the refinement of their own factions in the four major branches.

Among them is our Department of Music History, which was originally a branch of the Revelation School.

Later, because the content overlapped too much with other departments, and all the teachers were gone, it was basically in a state of abolition. "

Abraham felt disappointed, "But at that time I had just arrived at the college. The principal saw that I was not good at other things, so he asked me to be in charge here. But there were not many students... You have also seen that in the past few years, you are the only one. two."

When he mentioned this, his expression was a bit bitter: "Because I am not very good at teaching students, and people are not interested in this kind of research-oriented subject, so I have never been very popular. In a few years, this department may not exist. ”

"Teacher, don't worry, don't you still have a genius like me?"

Charles comforted him: "The time will come when I solve the problem at hand and our music and history department will become famous!"

"Nonsense. A subject is a serious theory that relies on the hard work and efforts of many people. What does it mean to rely on you to be the limelight?"

Abraham knocked on his head and turned back to continue teaching Ye Qingxuan:

"Do you have any idea?"

"Basic principles of ancient writing, exploration of the evolution and origin of major language families, tracing the history of the dark ages..." Ye Qingxuan's expression became confused: "Why do we need to learn this?"

"Because this is our professional course, my friend."

Charles said quietly: "The Department of Music History is good at the interpretation of ancient classics and musical notation. It trains scholars and archaeological experts among musicians."

"Wouldn't that mean you can't fight at all?"

Charles patted his shoulder: "Look at it, junior brother. We are different from the group of barbarians in the Academy of Change who only know destruction. At least scholars don't have to go to the battlefield, right?"

"Actually, apart from professional courses, this place is no different from other majors. And in music notation, we also have our own unique areas."

Abraham said: "Ancient languages ​​and runes have something in common. You are so talented in rune interpretation and data analysis. It seems that this major is very suitable for you."

Ye Qingxuan looked sad: "Teacher, although I am very happy when you say this...but I still feel that the future of a profession like archeology is very bleak."

"How about you take a look at this thing first?"

As he spoke, Abraham placed a notebook in front of the young man: "This is Charles's notebook from when he first started. I think you will like what's in it."

"Um?"

Ye Qingxuan opened the note, read two pages, and was stunned.

It can be seen that these are Ciel's notes, and the content is the interpretation of ancient languages ​​​​excavated from the ruins. Ye Qingxuan has never been exposed to these things, but he feels inexplicably familiar.

Until the end, when he saw the argument part, he felt an electric light flash through his mind.

The theories and rules used in this notebook when interpreting ancient characters are almost identical to the methods I used when enumerating the changes in runes and summarizing syllables!

In fact, the completeness of its structure and direction is far beyond what I imagined. Just a brief look and comparison with himself allowed him to discover many misunderstandings he had fallen into while working behind closed doors in the basement.

Although it is just an academic theory and does not include any application direction, this kind of direction that is almost direct to the point makes the boy's hair stand on end.

Compared with the method in the notes, his exhaustive method, which he was so proud of, was like a sieve.

If the theory above is true, then he can save more than 70% of the effort and time spent on studying runes and syllable changes.

At least 70%!

"What is this...?"

He looked up in astonishment and saw a smile on Abraham's lips. He had never seen such a proud expression on the face of this dull and slow teacher.

"I said that the music history department is best at interpreting ancient history and documents. Music scores are also a kind of document. Most of the current music scores and techniques are excavated from ancient relics.

No one can compare to us in interpreting music scores and runes."

"But why have I never seen this method in textbooks?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"This one."

Abraham was a little embarrassed: "Because Charles complained that the previous textbooks were too difficult to understand, I summarized some new methods based on my own research.

But later this guy stopped learning, so no one could let me teach. Do you want to..."

"I will learn! I will learn!"

The boy almost hugged the teacher, his eyes shining: "Teacher, teach me! How about starting with the rune part? When summarizing the syllable changes of "light", I have a few questions about "transformation"..."

"Uh, cough, you get off first."

Abraham finally took the overly excited Ye Qingxuan off his body: "I still need to sort out some things from scratch as teaching materials. How about the class tomorrow morning?

You still have five days. If you only rely on rote memorization, you still have a great chance of passing."

Ye Qingxuan finally calmed down, but he still had Holding the notebook tightly, he was in ecstasy: "Hehehe, it is true that there is always a way when the car reaches the mountain!"

"Is this an oriental proverb?"

Abraham nodded and sighed in a low voice: "I remember that there was an oriental teacher in the college who said the same thing."

"Oriental teacher?"

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan woke up from his silly smile. He finally remembered what Lang Di said to him, and his eyes lit up: "Who?"

"That was more than ten years ago. You suddenly asked me this, and I can't remember it clearly."

The teacher frowned slightly: "It seems to be more than ten years ago, or a few years ago? I remember that the college originally had a professor of the imagery school from the East. He seemed to be called... was called..."

The more he recalled, the more confused he became: "No, he seems to be from Burgundy? Did I mix it up? But why do I remember that I attended his wedding?"

Thinking of this, wwnh.cHe shook his head: "I really can't remember it. Is it because I am getting old?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, he realized that everyone seemed to have forgotten his father.

Abraham had lost his memory. If the people in the school remembered him, they would not have failed to recognize him, who was so similar to him. Even Lang Di, who dropped out of school, began to forget what he had taught in class.

In this academy, everyone's memory of the oriental musician Ye Lanzhou disappeared. It was as if he had never existed in this world.

Who did it? Someone else? Or... his father himself?

The musicians of the mind image system are best at transforming and manipulating the memories of others. With his ability that has exceeded the seventh stage, the scepter level, he can even erase some traces without any action.

But he didn't even use "hint" to erase the memories of so many musicians, and even left unrecognizable seal interference on Lang Di's class notes.

This level is too shocking.

With such a level of ability, who would still go to the evil god of natural disasters?

Although Ye Qingxuan didn't believe the so-called crime from the beginning to the end, but in the end... what happened?

He was caught in contradictory thoughts, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sort out the fog.