Old-time musicians

"What's the situation outside?..."

Fan Ning, who was pushing "Poetry of Awakening" to the end, opened his eyes for the first time because of an abnormality that exceeded his expectations.

This circular venue was surrounded by audiences on all sides. His gaze passed over the seats, past the hosts and guests with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open, eating and being eaten, and landed directly dozens of meters away. On several colorful windows on the walls.

From this angle, a small part of the view is of buildings, sculptures and flowers, and the majority of it is the originally clear and clear night sky above.

They were peeling now, like water-soluble paint washed away by a clean splash, or thin, flammable drawing paper touching red-hot steel.

Fan Ning even felt his whole body shaking and sinking slightly.

It is the feeling brought about by the overall movement of the building, just like those low-intensity earthquakes that are difficult for ordinary people to detect.

For a moment, he had an unfamiliar sense of sight regarding the layout, movement, and display of this red church.

This sense of strangeness is based on a sufficient understanding of the venue in the early stage, just like the weird hallucination produced after staring at familiar Chinese sentences for a long time.

In other words, the experience of being "lost" during a trip to the South is also very similar.

"What exactly is this country..."

Fanning's instinctive command movements did not stop.

"That person!?"

But when he was distracted from his thoughts, he actually saw a diner on the front table suddenly disappearing from thin air in two seconds!

A stranger among the nearly 10,000 guests.

Combining everything he saw, Fan Ning had a hunch that this person would not be the only one.

At the lower part of the wall beside the ceremonial stage, Renilla's snow-white neck was covered with splashes of scarlet, and she laughed twice at this moment.

Then he raised his head, put his head against the wall, and spoke to the non-existent thing in the sky:

"The return of our Lord's true knowledge is imminent, and the 'Key Holder No. 1' has also been brought here. Please also ask the Divine Advent Society to remember this favor and promise."

"Mr. F will know what you saw, and she will know it too." The messenger's indifferent and neutral voice floated from nowhere, "You and the congregation will take off the bandages, dissolve the dreams, and extract the keys, and she will You are completely lifted to a higher place.”

"Mr. Scheler knows so much about 'love', the process of dissolution must be easy and pleasant." Renela laughed again.

gentlemen? The Divine Advent Society? The holder of key number 1? Several people in the Special Inspection Department frowned, and Fan Ning also heard this conversation with a ray of his mind.

"The leader has long guessed that there is something fishy about the activation of the 'Red Pond' true knowledge, because no such phenomenon has occurred in the remains of the other six source gods." He Meng was thinking in his mind, "There is indeed a deeper behind-the-scenes secret to the esoteric activities of the Joyful Listening Club. "Organization', looking at it now, is this sudden appearance of the Divine Advent Society, which worships the masters of unknown heretical witnesses such as the 'Truthful Dragon' and the 'Noon Moon'."

"The 'snake' organization behind Mr. F is called the Society of Divine Descendants?" Fan Ning heard this name for the first time.

Combining and comparing the two lines, the whole story finally became clear in his mind——

Forty years ago, Vienne was recommended to the Southern Continent by the "token" of Vasius's parents, and was tampered with by cranial drilling surgery. The token's original return path on the hill behind the Turner Art Museum was tampered with. Then Mr. F visited Vienne. Well, it led to "Afternoon of the Faun". Under some unknown means, the Lord of Witnesses behind the Society of God's Descendants activated the true knowledge of "Red Pond", the poet fell, and "Miss Scarlet" took advantage of the premiere opportunity to access "Great Fortune" The echo of "when"...

Forty years later, the power of the "Fanghui Poet" has fully weakened. Under the secret promotion of a series of events concocted by Benjamin, Vasius, Sylvia and other characters, the "gel fetal membrane" was transferred to his own hands. There, he "stumbled" into the Southern Kingdom while escaping... But a dark change had already occurred in the Southern Kingdom, and "Miss Scarlet" was pursuing dreams all the way. The newly written symphony she wrote in this country was related to the knowledge of the "Red Pond" Entanglement is inevitable...

It's really the "beware of the snake" in Fan Chenxun's chat history.

Three times, he had strange dreams about Blue Star and his schoolmates, the sudden dissolution next to the piano in St. Arternes Hospital, and the unknown monster that surged up behind him during a search in the bath. All three times, he escaped, and the fourth time is now. …

One of the purposes of this is to...

"The one holding key No. 1?"

"Key No. 1 doesn't look like an ordinary door key. Besides, I haven't made a key yet. It sounds like..."

"Art museum key?"

Fan Ning suddenly recalled something that happened too soon.

That was the first time he saw the art museum key left by Vincent hanging around his neck when he and Sheeran were trying to "reproduce music" in the piano room early the next morning.

It is somewhat black in color, with one side engraved with a rough relief similar to a spear, and after being turned over, there is a small vertical protrusion on the other side, which looks more like the Arabic numeral 1.

It can't be "1", right? What the hell is this! ?

It can gather endless radiant essence, and it can be embodied in the astral layer of ordinary clear dreams, or it can be embodied in its own secret realm of Yiyong, but it cannot be taken out outside the Yiyong world.

Moreover, before meeting Mr. F at the Weird Art Museum, I somehow forgot it in the Qiming Church. This is somewhat worth pondering...

Fan Ning, who had sorted out his thoughts, closed his eyes again, and he continued to pass the various instructions he personally gave in the score to each voice part in a clear and fluent manner.

Spending so much time dealing with yourself, and even intersecting your destiny with the misfortune of the Southern Kingdom?

What seems to be an unexpected factor is this group of Special Inspection Office personnel who intend to contain "Red Pond"?

but……

"Trying to dissolve me with 'Love is a question'?"

"Who gave you the confidence in the 'Red Pond' and thought that my understanding of the mystery of the 'Pond' was so primitive and low-level?"

Fan Ning's invisible power suddenly grabbed the broad sword and pulled it out!

"Pfft."

The blood on Renyela's chest bloomed like a fountain.

"You and I are the cornerstone of a banquet, and we feel joy when we are torn apart. You and I should give life, you and I should take life, and you and I should never be satisfied..." She was still smiling and speaking softly, her wounds constantly gushing out. The level is even worse than that of the previous "broker".

"bravo!" "bravo!"

The slurred diners once again expressed their heartfelt respect.

For the conductor who presides over the ceremony, and for other banquet hosts.

"Stupid thing!

! "

Fan Ning glanced at it coldly, and then instructed the two timpani to roll and hammer triplet respectively.

"Even if the 'Red Pond' comes to the Southern Kingdom, even if the difference in personality is between a mortal creature and the Lord of Witnesses, you are still only qualified to serve as the basis of the 'Poetry of Awakening' in terms of this proposition!"

At the end, Fan Ning's baton spit out like a poisonous snake's letter.

The stormy ascending scales of the string section and wind section seemed to be "pulled out" from his hands, while his left hand directed the harp part to play an airtight contrapuntal texture with more intensity. !

"Keng!

"

The palm fell from the sticky air, and the "Poetry of Awakening" ended with the strong F sound that spanned 6 octaves.

And at this moment, Fan Ning's spirit body fell directly into his dream, tearing open the astral world with the signpost memory of "Unfallen Fire", and reaching the core of the Yiyong "Basin Area"!

The scene is darkening, and the intensity of the lighting above is accentuated.

"Um?"

Fan Ning knew that under the strong connection of inspiration threads, falling into a dream would not affect subsequent performance, but as soon as he arrived at the destination, he discovered that the ceremony stage, musicians, church, banquets, and guests ...All things in the waking world can still be "visually" visible during the movement, and their relative positions have not changed.

Just like in the original dream group image, an extra independent layer of "50% transparency" has been pasted!

"This is indeed a bit strange... Huh, it's really a sublime and majestic scene." Fan Ning, who was pressed for time and had no time to think about it, raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Then he discovered that he had misunderstood Huita's image in the past.

Looking from the "mountainous area" or the "basin area" not so close to the center, the Huita seems to be a tower-shaped light curtain that was born on the surface and rushed into the sky. But now Fan Ning stands under the glow, staring at the height, Discovered that its base was not born on the surface——

The dark curtains danced cascading in the sky, and the surrounding celestial fragments shone like crystals, while the violent light shed by the slowly rotating existence deep in the sky illuminated a huge reverse vortex or funnel in the sky!

Weird or holy knowledge swirls like air currents, and crystallized principles of action or structural principles are precipitated above.

The mysterious light of temptation enveloped Fan Ning. He no longer hesitated, and spiritually responded directly to the knowledge of the first movement "Poetry of Awakening".

"Caron? What are you doing? Haven't you finished making the key? Haven't you not yet sorted out and digested the hidden pollution?"

Suddenly a series of questions from Joan rang in his ears, with a questioning tone in her voice.

"I'll be promoted while controlling the ones behind me." Fan Ning responded calmly.

"???You?" The small purple figure that had just emerged was stunned in mid-air.

Fan Ning's own private journey back to the dreamland was not prepared for Joan to follow her. With her strength, she could pull Fan Ning down now. However, Fan Ning's words obviously put her entire brain into a short-circuit state.

The next moment, a feeling similar to "descending into a chariot" was manipulated by Fan Ning. A strong white cyclone exploded, pushing his entire spiritual body up the funnel in the sky!

In the waking world, in another layer of Fanning's "translucent vision", the orchestra takes a break between movements.

"Attention, labor has begun!" Gang in the audience shouted softly.

After the end of the first movement, the indulgence of the "meat sacrifice" brings more changes.

The outside scene has almost peeled off and dissolved. If someone could stand on the roof of the church and look down now, he would find that nothing could be seen around him.

The mountains, rivers, oceans, rainforests, and the fox lily fields of the entire southern continent have disappeared, leaving only clouds of dark red mist that are too thick to dissolve.

Of course, the only actual view remains inside the church.

But the wine, juice and blood mixed into a scarlet and viscous fluid, and began to accumulate a thin layer in the entire red church. Due to the height difference of the terrain, it was deeper far away and shallower near. The altar was temporarily untouched. .

Dozens or hundreds of people disappeared into the air out of thin air.

He Meng took a step forward calmly, holding his cane, and carefully made some gaps in the closed oil layer interface formed by the "blade" to achieve some profound balance between the inside and outside.

The investigators took their respective positions in the containment altar, holding various candles or ritual vessels.

The pickups, consoles and dense wiring harnesses of the recording device began to emit flashing red lights. By receiving the musical content of "Summer Noon Dream", their mysterious characteristics will gradually be blended into a container for the "Red Pool".

Thirty seconds, the gap between the music disappears, and the shouting and panting of the church is still excited and piercing.

Finally, the quiet plucking of string instruments sounded.

The double yellow pipe played a swaying and melodious A major theme, which was then carried forward by the single yellow pipe, flute and French horn.

Fanning clenched his fingers into a fist at a beat point and pressed down slightly.

The musical idea developed to 18 bars and then stopped abruptly. At the beginning of the second half, the melody descended dimly.

A major suddenly turned into F sharp minor. Originally, the soft flowers danced happily in the summer breeze, but here, without any warning, it turned into a sad scene of individual withering.

The second movement, "The flowers of the grassland tell me".

An, who was sitting behind the harp, had not yet appeared on stage. She was aware of the chaotic extended seats in the church and the scenery outside the window that no longer existed, but her eyes never left the figure on the podium.

"It turns out that the end of the world is coming..."

Miss Nightingale seemed to have found the reason for her previously unknown sense of confusion.

"Ding Dong~~"

In the 30th bar, the harp played two groups of crisp and ethereal broken chord arpeggios.

"Why are they so passionate, so fragile, and can be reborn so quickly?"

"Flowers are low-level in the world of living things, but compared to nothingness and chaos, they are high-level."

"The opposition of the 'Awakening Poem' is rough and sharp, and it still exists here, but they are written into two aspects of the same theme by the teacher, and they began their first tentative fusion, right?"

The burning scenery on the fox white field, the warm and beautiful sea of ​​flowers, the wonders of withering and rebirth after being crushed, and the words they discussed the conception of this movement, have always been clear in her heart.

"No need to look any more, I will put all of this into the music."

There is also the scene where he walks down the hillside with fluttering clothes, and the white figure in the twilight seems to be mysteriously integrated with all things in nature.

"In this work, I will redefine the various sounds of nature, first the appearance of the world, then the will of the world, and finally let the whole world sing and speak for it!"

Moving, the sky, the dark night and the violent light.

Fanning, who responded to the first movement, has soared to the entrance. Facing the inverted huge funnel cyclone on the base of the Huita, the incandescence on his star spirit body is about to dissipate.

A little further away, at the beginning of the "candle" phase climbing path, the "this door" of the "door of lantern shadows", the light and shadow leaked from the spiritual knowledge are twisting and changing.

"The second movement, the birth of 'existence' defeats the blankness of 'nothingness', rise! Enter the door!"

The "simple chariot" that was about to collapse was injected with new discussion vocabulary by Fanning, and the entire star spirit body directly shuttled through and cut open the surface of the "Gate of Light and Shadow"!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Boom!——"

In the thick dark red fog, the red church floating like an isolated island suddenly had tables and chairs shaking, lamps shaking, and cups and plates making noises.

The base of the entire building seemed to have been forcibly raised by a layer!