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Chapter 434 The Sixth Movement Love Tells Me (13): Remnant Dreams Come Awakening
"Love is a question."

Thoughts flowed out with endless inspiration, and Fan Ning's baton was slowly raised, raised and lowered.

"But Turangalia told me that in the heights of the world, there is a pure light refracted by the radiance, above all desires and longings, beyond all restlessness and narrow boundaries, like a burning candle, The lamp is bright, illuminating the journey of eternal ascent."

This is not a regular finale in any symphonic work.

Not allegro.

Not in sonata form.

Not grandiose and impassioned clichés, and no need to apply the final chapter template of "add chorus to sublimate themes".

The sixth movement, "Love Tells Me", has a solemn Adagio and a free rondo form.

Time has frozen into a slow flowing wind.

All the hysterical struggles subsided completely, the last pedestal of the stage was wiped out, and only countless tiny particles and light and shadows were floating in the dark red void.

Fan Jing suspended in place quietly, and the musicians whose consciousness had almost dissipated were drawn to the finale of "Summer Noon's Dream" by his hundreds of threads of inspiration.

Return to pure instrumental music, even, only strings at the beginning.

Under the superb counterpoint skills in his mind, he pulled out a perfectly intertwined harmony ribbon for the string group, and the solemn and quiet theme of love in D major slowly flowed out from the violin in it.

Extremely gentle, extremely beautiful, extremely affectionate.

"Turangalia told me about repressed emotions and desires, disguised encounters and satisfactions"

"When I said goodbye to everything in the Northern Continent, the most direct, concerned and sad emotions must be the 'Resurrection' symphony, which is about to premiere with all my heart and soul, and a series of people and things related to it .”

"For example, Kaprun, an embarrassing student, I hope he can have a body that is not tormented by illness, have a music starting point with higher literacy than "Panyou" and save a few years of detours. I know him What he can't let go of most is music and family, he hopes to have a few more children with his wife, and hold a warm family concert in his spare time."

"So I met Walter in the Southland."

"He is an official cognizant of the Church of the Holy Sun, a famous conductor who was born in the musical family of San Porto. He is in good health, has a firm character, a harmonious family, and has both children. Moreover, Kaprun of the waking world has passed away, Walter's "role" will not cause paradox with him after returning to reality, so his fate in the dream is destined to escape, and the blood of the Western Continent will not be threatened by the shattering of the Southern Dream. He will go to the Northern Continent, come to Where Kaplan used to work, take over his baton."

"The people in the special inspection hall who forced me to enter the secret door are the guys I hate the most in my life. I also want to put them to death in my dreams. Therefore, after provoking me in the small town of St. The hunters who were ravaged by snakes in the lobby and died unexpectedly, the corpses of the two leaders correspond to He Meng and Gang, and the other seven subordinates are the seven senior investigators that day."

After calmly examining these emotions, a quiet and gentle smile appeared on Fanning's face.

"As for the others"

Fanning slowly lowered his baton.

Formal positions and postures have lost their meaning.

He walked casually in the void where broken objects were floating, and waved to the oboes and French horn voice spirits one by one, as if gently greeting them.

After the organization of the wind group was added, the first interlude of the rondo was performed in C-sharp minor. After the music reached a high point, it fell temporarily, forming the first deep and longing emotional trough.

"Hiran. Actually, I know that she has a courageous and strong character, and I also know that her violin talent is outstanding, and she is unmatched among her peers, but in my heart, she is always a weak and weak character. , the little junior sister who needs to be cared for, cared for, and carefully taught is also the closest and most trustworthy person in my life, so, on the eve of parting with a premonition, I entrusted all my music career in the Northern Continent to her."

"Dreams are not the complete 'reappearance' of emotions, but 'deformation' and 'disguise'."

"So, the Luna I dreamed of in the southern country is a little sister in her early ten years old. Because of the 'disappeared person', her physique is not very good, and her talent in music before awakening is not top-notch. It is my subconscious concern for "care and teaching" that I even act as a "hands-off shopkeeper" on weekdays, entrusting all the gold coins sent to the door by others to her for safekeeping, which also coincides with my entrusting the Turner Art Hall to Xi Lan is responsible for the unconditional trust."

The emotional trough is filled with melancholy and swooning emotions, and then the music starts to climb again, and the adagio theme of love returns.

Pessimists who are well versed in negative pleasures also find it difficult to decide whether to fall down here, because they can see the end of the world and the universe in the trance of the light of love, and all seeking and pain seem to have the possibility of ending.

Then comes the second peak, the second trough.

The trumpet theme and trombone solo from the first movement "Poetry of Awakening" revive the mood of depression and confusion.

A second, deeper and more longing trough.

"Miss Roy, who was born in a famous family, has all the character habits, talents, temperament, and manners of the noble lady I admire in traditional cognition. She understands all my in-depth thinking about art, and can always perceive my deep-seated emotions, always helping me in every way without asking for anything in return.”

"I actually know what's in the heart. I can't promise anything in the face of the fog ahead, but I still immerse myself in the comfort and joy of being 'understood' from time to time, even though it's not very reasonable."

"So I dreamed of Ann again. Miss Nightingale, who is also impeccable in appearance and temperament, and has a keen insight into art, confessed to me during the journey in the southern country. The character and talent of the lady have undergone other changes in the dream."

"She is an ice-snow and smart soprano. Our cooperation is mostly in the form of 'guitar plus vocals' or 'piano plus vocals'. The St. Euphrates Manor, when we discuss the choral text selection of the symphony, it is trying to interpret a large number of art songs or opera excerpts. Of course, this is not Roy's main talent. The dream has shifted here, it may be I'm subconsciously avoiding something."

"That's right, Miss Nightingale is still a lively and cheerful pure optimist. She will never be knocked down by adversity, and she will never be saddened by setbacks. That's because my 'escape' psychology disguised in my subconscious is at work. It seems that if the girl In this way, I can get along as a teacher-student or companion without any psychological burden while knowing his intentions.”

Fanning closed his eyes and shook his head.

The music climbed out of the second trough, the whirling theme of love reappeared, and then fell into the cold and boundless emotional abyss.

The light is like a glow, and so is love. It can make the climber see and blind the climber. Even if the high place is well-lit, there is knowledge or doubt flowing in the shadows below.

"As for Joan, it may be because when we first met, she was a close friend of Xilan's age, so my impression in my heart was also biased towards the eccentric younger sister, but when her self returned to 'Miss Purple Bean Cake', The change in personality and temperament and the recovery of mysterious strength have somewhat created a change in the impression in the opposite direction."

"So the Camilla I dreamed of is the eldest daughter of the Chretien family. She has a more mature temperament and a stronger aura. The process of getting acquainted for the first time is not as fast as Luna and Ann. Perhaps in the future , can also reflect some of my deep subconscious, but as the dream of Joan's own spiritual body directly drifting into the Southern Continent found me, this phantom of sleep dissipated silently."

"It is indeed a journey accompanied by three people, that's right."

Fanning wrote three consecutive interludes in one breath, allowing the musicians to separate the theme of love three times, and the troughs formed became darker and heavier each time.

But in each progressive expansion of harmony and melody, the strings and brass make a strong statement that the peaks of thematic reproduction climbed are brighter and more brilliant each time.

With a serene smile on his face, he stroked the beat lightly with his bare hands.

That is a path no one has ever traveled before.

It is the sun and the breeze flying high on the wings of blazing love.

He in the Hui Tower is driving the chariot, and he rises up the path at a high speed and silently.

In the void that was already full of ruins and floating in the sky, there was only a handful of areas that looked very inconsistent.

Where the people in the special inspection hall were, the red carpet was still there. In the wiring harness of the recording equipment, the cyan halo flickered like a signal light, and a strange boundary was formed outside. The broken stone pillar touched one end, directly Stretching out from the opposite end, this space seems to be blocked and independent.

For these people, the purpose is simple and clear: to ensure that the ceremony is held normally, wait for the "red pool" to arrive as scheduled, and then contain it.The rest of the messy fights and life and death have nothing to do with them.

And in a sense, Scheler's continuation of the music may further weaken the state of the "red pool" after its arrival, increasing the probability of successful containment.

At this moment, the recording of the ritual music and the reconciliation of the mysterious features of the altar have reached the late stage.

The others were immersed in the secret ceremony, but there was an extra person standing beside them at some point.

He has the face and temperament of a typical northern gentleman in Tiolein, wearing a nostalgic tannin dress, white gloves and gray boots, short and erect black hair, and holding the long and sharp remnant of the "Blade" Waiting calmly.

The leader, Pogleric, was present and waited in person.

But outside the altar, in the breast pocket of the conductor's tuxedo, there is a esoteric purple glow brighter than the halo of the recording equipment-the strange effect caused by the sixth movement "Love Tells Me" The qualitative light was so strong that it shone directly into the nightmare from the top of the Hui Tower, and even Poglerich didn't notice it under its cover.

That's Fanning's phone!
Before taking the stage to perform, Fanning made only one extra move.

He turned on the recording on his phone.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu."

After a few bars of the music, the dark red background suddenly blurred in all directions seemed to have a substantial "thickening", and it wriggled violently and restlessly.

"Hehehe 'Red Pond' is about to be seen." In the chaotic light and shadow intertwined with the pile of paint and the purple arc, "Miss Scarlet" laughed nervously again, "I will be picked up, chosen, and Promote, rise higher again! Purple Dougao, you stupid thing, everything you do is meaningless, what you think of fighting for and taking care of is meaningless! Even if I let the music here last until the tenth movement, it doesn’t make any sense !"

After hearing this, Joan let out a completely indifferent laugh:

"It has nothing to do with him, understand? The main reason is that you are too annoying to pester me all day long."

"I just want to drag you into the water!!"

Between the blood and the splash of the electric arc, Joan threw out a road sign dyed heavily in "Tyre Purple", and the witness symbol was a vague reference in the shape of a purple key.

It was the road sign of "Cracking Field" that was left in the hospital hall with the cooperation of Fan Ning.

She seems to be taking advantage of the entanglement with "Miss Scarlet" to directly drag her into this dangerous secret realm!

"Joan, you've already ruined the fruits, don't do anything stupid!" At this moment, Fan Ning finally ignored himself, and stretched out his arms and shouted.

"It's just a revisit of the old place. If I don't die, I'll wait for you to save me."

"Hidden in it is my own private road sign. You have escaped and have a look at it when you have time."

A silver flute was thrown towards him.

Fan Ning was about to grit his teeth and say something, but now he had to catch the flute first and put it in his arms.

"It's there?"

The next moment, Joan, who sensed the position of the road sign, turned into a purple streamer, dragging the paint ball behind, and rushed directly to a position behind the original stage.

——The ceremony platform has been disintegrated, where the original "Banquet Beast" was located. This huge monster persisted until the last moment and dissipated. Now it has reached the verge of collapse, and only a vaguely distorted shape can be seen.

A large piece of viscous plasma covered the crack, and then bubbled like boiling.

"You lunatic!" "Miss Scarlet" who was dragged by Qiong Fa was shocked and angry.

"This is not a southern country, it is a dream of blood and lust, it is the birth bed of the happy people, it is the esophagus of the 'Red Pond', you can't drift into any other dreams, every inspiration and emotion of yours is in Demonstrating a unique appetite for him!"

The purple streamer that dragged the pigment ball hit the plasma several times.

The two sides stalemate again.

"Sister Purple Bean Cake detour to the right and then go down." Luna suddenly said angrily.

Since the awakening of the "Lost Color", she somehow has a lot of knowledge about "Mother Pupil" in her mind.

Joan, who is the person involved, and Fan Ning, who is watching all this, don't know why.

Fanning only knew that the "Feasting Beast" was built by a violin-making family related to the Holy Wound Church, but he couldn't figure out the deeper connection for a while.

Joan didn't dare to delay to ask in detail, and directly headed towards the area pointed by Luna, dragging the paint ball and falling towards the "cracking field"!
The barrier of plasma bursts open.

The purple is gone.

She knew that Fan Ning would definitely save herself in the future, and she didn't have to wait to hear any promises, and she didn't have to calculate the way to convert favors.

The two sides don't know how many times each has rescued.

"Climb to a high place, don't look down!"

The girl's last reminder in a high-pitched voice shocked Fan Ning, who was distracted.

Behind those "thickened" dark red backgrounds that squirm, and the mist that seems to be liquid but not gas, elusive and cohesive, it seems that thousands of compound eyes are staring at themselves.

Fan Ning glanced at the esophagus of the "Red Pond", but before he could see what it looked like, he suddenly felt numb and itchy all over his body, as if thousands of tiny organs were about to grow out.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, continued the inspiration of the music, and looked up at the height again.

A third deeper and darker trough, out.

The "Theme of Love" in D major is repeated in the coda.

Gradually, Fanning saw the golden prominence at the end of the door, and the majestic and glorious "Candle" Gnosis was within sight.

All kinds of transparent and holy "bubbles" above it began to sink.

It is the "historical projection" of a very small part of the southern kingdom that the sage Yi has turned into at the cost of all his secret history power. The light and shadow in it have people, scenery, buildings, flowers, paintings, words and music scores.

After they are manufactured, they are still infected by the "red pool", and seem to instinctively try to float upwards.

But after "Love Tells Me" in the sixth movement, they floated down by themselves.

The two little girls whose transparency had almost disappeared, and only some raised lines of colorless light and shadow remained, thought of the little note left by the teacher at the last moment.

While slowly taking it out and opening it, they followed the "historical projection" and were drawn to them by Fanning's thread of inspiration.

teacher he is
no wonder. so it is
The surprised Luna, and the dazed Miss Nightingale.

But they feel very sleepy, and their consciousness is not enough to support the intense flow.

Fanning shed a small tear, smiling and closing his eyes.

"Teacher, don't be sad." Luna spoke softly like a feather falling to the ground.

"This is the most beautiful slow movement I've ever heard in my life." Miss Nightingale's voice was still as clean as a mountain spring.

Her tone was still smiling.

"I said earlier that I am an overly lucky girl. If luck is limited, it should have been spent long ago."

"It's so romantic to be your dreamland!"

"Wake up and see if you can remember that there is a nonexistent Miss Nightingale in the Southern Kingdom who sang many of your songs!"

They made gentle gestures of hugging one after another.

The figure is also integrated into the bubble of the "historical projection" of the southern country, and it can no longer be seen clearly.

"No, no"

"It's not that you don't exist." Fan Ning shook his head trembling all over, trying his best to search for something in his mind.

There must be something else that should have been figured out but has not been figured out.

"The basic principles of mysticism tell me that the appearance of the world and the will of the world together constitute the real world"

"The characteristics of the shifting creatures tell me that there is no 'alive or dead' in their eyes, only 'forgotten or remembered'."

"You are not a substitute for the refraction I experienced in the Northern Continent, nor are you a completely nihilistic dream. My so-called dream is not so much a dream, but an encounter in the will of the world, but because of the dream Reflecting subconscious and transcendent emotions, my emotions have made me more 'directed' to entangle with your destiny."

Those bubbles of the historical projection of the southern country touch one after another, blend together, merge into one, merge into one
"No, no, you must be real too!"

He suddenly let out a cry of self-doubt and an effort to strike a confident tone.

"Puff -" "Puff -"

The chilling sound of slurries interrupted Fan Ning's contemplation. On the dark red hyperplastic texture of the original "background", all flesh and blood were torn open suddenly, and the entire space was surrounded by densely opened mouthparts and egg case!

Those mouthparts did not devour the person inside, their target was the "bubbles" floating in the air that were merging.

Due to the homology of "chi", the Lord of Witness who returned to the HOS also needs to eat these "historical projections" of the southern kingdom to stabilize his divine power.

In the blink of an eye, the "red pool" swallowed half of the bubbles that the holy man desperately transformed!

"The recording is coming to an end, right now!" The staff of the Special Inspection Office suddenly opened their eyes.

Poglerich volleyed with his left hand and made several cuts on the closed interface. The two inspectors manipulated the hinge position of the altar and recited the last prayer.

The electric engraving knives in those devices vibrated violently, continuously drawing precise sound grooves with light blue streamers on the film.

This space suddenly became distorted, and in a form that completely violated the three-dimensional vision, from the containment altar as the center, all the things in the dream were sucked in "from the inside out"!

The flesh and blood in all directions are struggling, but under the attenuation of divine power, the main body of the "pool core" precipitated hastily cannot reverse the situation at all.

In fact, this is entirely the role of the variable Fanning.

Originally, according to the sublimation height of the fifth movement, the danger level of the special inspection hall is still very high, but the arrival of Fanning's unexpected sixth movement completely overturned the original knowledge about "Red Pond" in "The Poetry of Awakening" The purification was clean, and the storage capacity of the recording equipment was also qualitatively improved.

But after five or six seconds, the unexpected came.

Fan Ning gently put a bundle of inspiration threads on the phone in his breast pocket!

"Dreaming? Are you also worthy of taking away the historical projection of the Southern Kingdom?" He sneered slightly.

Than containment capacity?
A containment capability based on storing the music of "Summer Noon's Dream"?
Is this group of people suspicious of the recording quality of modern mobile phones?
Or do you have doubts about the power of the secret history of this "paradoxical antique" that traveled from the blue star and housed the "fountain in the painting"?
The center of space distortion absorption was transferred to Fan Ning's hands in an instant!

Regardless of the bubbles created by Yi, the "Red Pond" in the hidden history is the object of worship of the Southern Esoteric Organization, and it is also a part of the historical projection.

Fan Ning was going to accept all the orders, take them back neatly, and then deal with them slowly.

"This is Scheler?" Poglerich asked calmly, "It's interesting, there are people who dare to fight against me in front of me."

"Scheler, it's not good for you to do things casually regardless of the occasion." Gang looked coldly at the conductor in front of him in the light.

"You guys do it."

After Pogleric gave the order, he made a simple movement of pushing the "blade" away with his thumb.

Just this.

Fan Ning, who was glanced at by the other party, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of oppression.

The surrounding space seems to be divided piece by piece, whether it is experienced from the visual or tactile sense, and the range of activities of oneself is randomly confined in a narrow alleyway, and blood flows suddenly in a few places that slightly touch the boundary. As noted.

In the face of this extraordinary world leader with six levels of order, Fan Ning felt a sense of terror and powerlessness that completely violated free will!
"Mr. Scheler, flower!" Suddenly, an exhausted and dying voice came from the air.

Master Luckert?Fan Ning's heart trembled, and before he had time to look around and think, he shifted his focus to his left arm, and suddenly, peach-red light spots shot out from his body all over the sky.

The last never-withering nectar of the southern country.

The last divine power of "Fanghui Poet", the last divine power of the complete Lord of Witness!
The air suddenly froze, except for Fanning himself, the music streaming, and the phone sucking everything up.

Even Poglelich couldn't move an inch!

The pink light spot began to burn violently.

In the last less than 1 minute, comparing the burning speed and containment speed, it seems that it is not enough.

"Mr. Scheler, you gave that answer, so the projections seem to be a little closer to you just now."

Hearing Master Luckert speak again, Fan Ning, who controlled the flow of the finale, looked around.

The music is still flowing, and the old man's voice continues:
"Although it's only a very small part of the projection, even less after being swallowed, you don't want to absorb it any more, you must reserve a part of the divine power of the 'Fanghua Poet' to help you escape. Otherwise, even if you suck all the 'pool core' away It doesn't help either, the collapse of this nightmare of the 'Red Pool' will produce strong and chaotic spatial turbulence, and even Poglerich won't be able to find the exit for ten and a half months."

"After waking up from the dream, the historical projection of the Southern Kingdom is still up to you."

I saw that from the farther void beyond the extreme eyes, some almost invisible petals of nothingness also floated towards me.

The preaching deeds of the holy man and the immortal poems of Master Luckert are naturally part of the historical projection of the southern country, and they are the most colorful strokes.

"Mr. Scheler, I have not known you for a long time, so I bid you farewell."

In the end, they silently gathered in these bubbles.

"Is it just remembering a very small part of the southern country?"

"A part of very few?"

Fanning was muttering to himself.

"Do not."

The golden light in his eyes was shining brightly, and he uttered a few words with great firmness:
"Hearing this song is like visiting the southern country."

The chariot that Fan Ning was practicing burst out with incomparable light, and those projection bubbles fused in twos and twos turned into a large group of clear and clean spherical light and shadow, slowly rotating around Fan Ning.

"Turangalia told me that it begins with a violent 'emptiness', breaks through into a sad 'existence', turns the pain of flowers into the singing of living beings, bathes human beings in the glory of angels, and finally, makes The opposition between violence and idyllic tends to be reconciled, allowing the artistic spirits of 'Bacchanalia' and 'Apollinian' to complement each other and become one!!"

The music thinking continues to deepen, and the accumulated emotions for life and nature, the admiration and praise for love and art in the whole song are turned into explosive energy and burst out!

"Boom!—boom!—boom!—boom!—boom!—boom!—boom!—boom!—"

The timpani, which had been silent for a long time, played endless fourth notes, and the containment speed of the entire twisted space of flesh and blood suddenly increased exponentially!
At the end, the gate of the kingdom of heaven is wide open, and everything in the world is bathed in the omnipresent holy light. There are endless yearning and longing, white-hot passion and heart-wrenching suffering. As the melody rises to the peak, the end of the song is simply a collapse of the sky!

Go through the "Gate of Lights and Shadows" and be promoted to the Master of Understanding!
The incandescence gradually swallowed the dark red, and the background colors of the figures and floating objects changed continuously.

The circle of holy historical projection spheres also began to shrink in the shape of Fanning.

Following the spiritual guidance of the last burning nectar, Fanning's whole body quickly fell from the dream.

There was a crackling and churning sound like mud blasting in the sky.

The dream, completely collapsed.

In the ring of dazzling bright ripples, Fan Ning looked at his open palm, feeling the path completely opened up by himself, as well as the extremely unusual and profound gnosis that he understood.

"Below. Below the Hui Tower"

He was the first to feel that under the base of the Hui Tower, or under the entire shifting space, there were endless spiritualities that were constantly drifting into the distance.

Some can be traced back to a more vivid breath, while others are as dead as gray, and can't be recalled when you turn your head.

That seems to be people and things that have passed away in the long river of history.

Perhaps, those conjectures I had before I was promoted were not rootless revelations.

Not only Nanguo, all those things that I regret and regret, after I have been promoted to a higher level, I must not completely lose hope.

Suddenly, it was the feeling of the soles of the shoes landing on the ground.

Dry hot feeling.

But in a trance, Fan Ning seemed to experience the salty smell and the sound of sea waves.

There are also white sandy beaches, black volcanic rock groups, hoarse waterfowl calls and sinister sunshine.

He turned his head suddenly, thinking he could see a little girl with white hair standing in the shade of a tree, holding an opened coconut in her arms.

But all five senses returned to reality, he only saw the dry soil all over the desolation, withered and dead trees and flowers, the weathered ruins, and the turbid sea far away from the rotten mud.

This is not the southern country, but the current "land of confusion" and the "land of suffering" in ancient times.

An uninhabited arid and desolate.

The mountains, oceans, rainforests, and city-states of the past came to Fanning's mind, recalling the scent of flowers and food, as well as the voices and smiles of those people, and finally, his two students.

They and they do not exist in the real world, temporarily, it must be only temporarily.

Even so, it is also a kind of contradiction and paradox that such musical poems do not exist in reality.

You can also hear their singing again.

This is illogical, a paradox that should be forbidden, and that which is forbidden has power.

The antiquity of paradox, the power of secret history, hearing this song is like visiting the southern country.

"I will take your projections and continue to search for answers, until one day I pick you up again in the long river of drifting."

"At that time, I would also write a symphony, a symphony with chorus."

There are still many things that are not understood.

Fan Ning looked at the sea in the distance, then lowered his head and stretched out his finger, and tapped lightly on the phone screen.

The pink light flashed away, and the recording of "Summer Noon's Dream" ended.

wake up.

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