Old-time musicians

Fan Ning stood in front of the bedroom window for a long time.

"I finally understand why when I first traveled through time, I always felt inexplicably cramped when I looked at the world."

"Because this is just the appearance of the world. It is just the sediment accumulated at the bottom after the tide drifts infinitely downward."

He felt that at this moment, his inspiration was richer than ever, his thinking was clearer than ever, and his perception of surrounding things was sharper than ever.

Intuitively, the cumulative effect of previous re-enactments of music from previous lives was finally released with the breakthrough of this bottleneck.

The strength of the spirit has directly reached the level of the third-level knowledgeable person, or even close to the late third-level stage, only one step away from the intermediate level!

This mechanism of the art museum key is really a bit unbelievable for the improvement of one's own spirit.

One of the branches of the chestnut tree in the yard stretched out in front of the window because it was too heavy under the weight of the snow and was almost bent beyond its limit; there were hibernating snakes or insects in a deep crack in the corner of the yard; the plants in the greenhouse garden It has withered in early winter. The crops grown in the northeast corner should be adapted to this season. On the second floor of a villa opposite, someone is still working hard at his desk late at night.

Also, the little girl next door slept on her side. Her breathing was generally even, but there were occasional ups and downs, and her sleep state was not very stable.

"Crack!"

A branch of the chestnut tree outside the window was unable to bear the weight of the snow and finally broke and fell.

"It's not a change of senses." Fan Ning looked at his open palms, touched the window sill, and then looked back at the objects in the room.

"My eyesight is no better, my hearing no sharper, my fingers no more delicate, and my nose still smells the same in the air."

According to the implicit knowledge taught by Viadlin, the senses should be the category of the "pool" phase.

And this change in myself

"It is the perception of the etheric body, emotional body, astral body of living beings, as well as the changes in inspiration of the surrounding environment, as well as a keener intuition for the fluctuations of some transcendent, secret, and mystical categories."

He felt again that the etheric layer closest to his physical body was wrapped in a layer of rippled light, which was warm and tough.

"This seems to be a temporary state and may disappear within 24 hours."

Fan Ning felt this layer of light quality carefully. They were like the "resonance" or "echo" of some kind of "candle" brought back from the migration layer.

A feeling of being temporarily "on top" after experiencing something transcendent.

This "echo" settles like dust, from the outermost astral body, to the emotional body, and finally to the etheric body closest to the physical body, and seems to be about to be blown away by the wind.

"What about gifts?"

The aspect of the ‘candle’ reflected by the glow brings you a gift.

Fanning took out a box of safety red phosphorus matches from the drawer in front of the window sill.

"Crack!" A wisp of pungent sulfurous smoke floated out.

The lit match continues to glow.

Invisible threads of inspiration emerged from Fan Ning's consciousness, one of which sensed the high temperature of the burning area of ​​the match he held.

Another ray of inspiration came to the gorgeous gold-plated candlestick that was more than half a meter high next to it.

The top of the unburned half-cut tallow candle and the small space of less than one cubic centimeter near the candle wick were demarcated and confirmed by this bundle of inspiration.

Fan Ning then controlled his spirit to simulate a sense of "interconnection" between these two areas.

After maintaining this awareness for about half a second, imagine gently pulling them toward each other——

The match in his hand went out and the smoke drifted away.

The candle on one side suddenly lit up.

"Control and transmission of flames?" Fan Ning experienced this wonderful sense of manipulation.

"No, it's not that simple."

Fan Ning's eyes stared at the large chunks of snow on the branches of the chestnut tree in front of the glass window, inspired by the coldness of the ice and snow.

Then his pupils focused on the nearby glass window itself - due to the warmth of the entire building's mezzanine after the fireplace was burning, its temperature was somewhat higher than the outside world.

Detect temperature, delineate areas, connect with each other

Pulling each other gently——

The snow quickly melted into cold water dripping, and the branches rebounded quickly.

“Kazkazkaz”

The glass window in front of me quickly formed a dense layer of thin ice!

"To be precise, it's an exchange of temperatures."

Fan Ning then made some repeated attempts and exercises to see what the characteristics of this gift's ability were.

What is certain is that he does not have the ability to ignite or freeze objects out of thin air.

Instead, the temperatures of the two places are exchanged with each other in a very short time.

This change is much more drastic than burning it directly with fire.

Because the time is too short, the temperature rises too quickly and almost explodes.

In addition, the controllable range is currently about ten meters with itself as the center of the ball, and can bypass obstacles.

What I'm not sure about is——

It does not seem to act directly on the skin or interior of living creatures.

It seems that the greater the temperature difference between the two places, the smaller the area where exchange can be achieved, but it has nothing to do with the material.

"If I exchange the temperature of a glass of water with the same mass and the temperature of a hot iron, and the specific heat capacity of the water is greater, wouldn't it mean that the overall heat energy has increased? This is not conserved." Fan Ning tried to analyze with the thinking of a man in science and engineering.

"The mysterious world is indeed different, where inspiration can really be used to generate electricity."

He felt that this ability might be used in many strange ways in many scenarios.

However, there is one thing Fan Ning has not yet figured out: whether the subject of temperature exchange is the spatial region or the object itself.

For example, he tried to see if he could lock only half of the match flame and exchange it with the extinguished candle wick.

But I can't seem to be so precise. The final result is that the match goes out and the candle lights up.

All the above limitations, I don’t know if they can be gradually improved with the improvement of inspiration.

"I don't know if my future promotion can bring about more changes. If I use my imagination without restrictions and exchange temperatures, the effects will be terrifying and have no upper limit."

By the way, an increase in inspiration

Previously, Viadrin said that the strength of his inspiration was about ten times that of ordinary people. Now that his spirit has been illuminated by a glowing silhouette, he does not know how many times it has been increased.

I feel like it's at least doubled.

He thought again of the marble door of the church facing him.

At that time, I reached out and touched the relief on the door that represented the "Endless Fugue" of the Lord of Witness, and then the threaded groove was charged by the streamer, and then stopped after only a little while. In the future, I need to continue to reproduce the music in my memory.

"But the road signs there are gone. Can I still go back?"

Fan Ning frowned.

Viadlin said before that those who know can recall the breath of the moving places they have visited, and thus find the entrance again from the clear dream.

Although there is confusion and forgetting, it is still possible to remember several things at the same time.

But now I don’t seem to remember any information or aura about the coordinates of Shiyong.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall the pointing sign of the "Endless Fugue" of the Lord of Witnesses.

The various details of the four folded lines were firmly remembered by his spirit.

"According to the details mentioned by Sir Viadrin before, a knowledgeable person will sleep without dreams for about 48 hours after entering a migration. You can try to find the entrance to the church in a clear dream after two days."

"And that art museum key. I used to think it was an ordinary object that my father had randomly picked up somewhere before. After time travel, I felt the strange resonance of inspiration when it played music. What's going on today?"

With this thought in mind, he picked up the art museum key again and was about to study it carefully——

Suddenly Fan Ning stopped moving, and the pale golden light in his eyes flashed away again.

After becoming a knowledgeable person, he had a very keen intuitive perception of transcendental things in the category of mysticism.

After standing in front of the bed for about two or three seconds, he quickly walked out of the guest room and went straight to the door of Sheeran's boudoir.

First, he knocked on the door a few times, but before Sheeran woke up and responded to him, he turned the door handle.

Sheeran did not lock the door, Fan Ning gently pushed it open.

The faint fragrance in the room lingered on the tip of Fan Ning's nose.

"Ah" in the darkness, the girl's voice sounded a little panicked.

"Sheeran, it's me." Fan Ning said softly.

The gaslight was pulled away by Sheeran seconds later.

This room, which Fan Ning had never seen before, was covered with a golden fern-patterned carpet. There were many dolls and wooden prints hanging on the walls. Various small furniture were wrapped in bright fabrics. On the table were neat stacks of books and Brown violin case with music stand next to it. On the dressing table are hairpins, combs, silver-framed mirrors, candle holders, narcissus vases and a bunch of small dolls. On the other side is a four-fold wooden embroidered screen for girls to change clothes and a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Sheeran sat up leaning against the pillow. She was wearing a loose, thin nightgown made of white silk, and a pink velvet sleeping blanket was wrapped under the snow-white skin on her chest.

"Carolen?" Looking at Fan Ning standing at the door, wearing gray pajamas, the panic in the girl's eyes disappeared.

But subconsciously, she pulled up the lace edge of her pajamas neckline.

Fan Ning asked softly: "Can I come in?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" A few blushes quickly appeared on Xilan's fair cheeks, "Okay, you can come in first."

Fan Ning approached and lowered his voice and said:

"I feel something is wrong at home."