musicians of old

This pillar of light planted by Fan Ning has been stretched to the same height as the sky and the earth, and its area also has a vague tendency to spread outward.

But in reality, the spread is better than nothing.

And in just tens of seconds, the originally pure pink "barrier" gradually began to flow like a colorful soap film on it, making people dizzy and vomit just by looking at it.

"Haha, Fan Ning, I admit that I have once again gained more knowledge." Mr. F's voice was filled with sincere regret, "But you don't want to talk to the pioneer with such an empty 'shell of remembrance' , Come and change the Kingdom of Heaven? It’s really a pity. Such a high-quality historical projection is really a pity.”

"Qiong, come in and stand here." Fan Ning ignored him. After coughing a few times, he wiped his mouth and held on to a boulder to regain his balance.

Several books containing the music scores of "Symphony No. 4 in G Major" were thrown up one after another.

Tsk la——————

Their pages were torn to pieces by the blizzard in an instant, and then they flew around the beam of light like a huge cyclone!

"You still absorb musical instruments and try to be promoted normally. As long as you stay in the historical projection area, I am more than 90% sure that you will be protected from 'worm' contamination during the promotion process. But in exchange, you need to use most of the things you get after promotion. Part of the power of divinity and secret history is stripped away, allowing the 'Star Track' to open the sealed objects outside the lighthouse."

"I'll go to the lighthouse and you stay in the projection. As long as you don't go out, the rotten secret history's cacai will not assimilate you. I will find a way to come back after I upgrade."

"Are you crazy?" Joan stared at the increasingly colorful barrier and couldn't help but interrupt Fan Ning, "You haven't seen that after this small historical projection landed, it itself was Is it starting to rot? If you estimate correctly, it will be assimilated by the indiscriminate colors within ten minutes."

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Slippery purple snakes once again bloomed from various parts of her body, and wine-red mucus dripped from Nobuko's mouth. The umbilical cords of those musical instruments near the flute seemed to have found attractive nutrients, changed their trajectory, and plunged into her feet. The ground nearby was desperately sucking up the mucus.

And she was still urging Fan Ning coldly to continue climbing: "Use your limited energy to keep up with me. It's already hard enough for me to resist the erosion of true knowledge. If there is another accident during the climb, I can no longer spare the energy to take care of you."

In fact, in this abnormal area where invisible power is almost ineffective, Fan Ning would have a more difficult time climbing this mountain than a professional mountaineer.

"No, come in and don't go any further. You can't and there's no need."

Fan Ning did not look at Qiong, but slowly circled around the light pillar, and stretched out his fingers to trace the light and silhouette on the surface of the barrier, recalling as if talking to himself:

“The six movements of Summer Noon Dream are complete and incomplete.”

"In the process of the 'Meat Sacrifice', at the time point before the collapse of the Southern Dream, its mystical significance is complete and can bear the characteristics of a symbol of remembrance."

"But the true structure of the Tower is seven doors. At the time, I did not include the 'Dome Doors' at the top of the discussion, and the music stayed at the moment of 'Love Tell Me,' now sown in the Aberration Zone,' The mystical significance of the Big Historical Projection is again incomplete."

"You plan to use the Fourth Symphony to lead to a special finale?"

When Qiong heard this, she suddenly seemed to understand something.

". One is its fourth movement, and it can also be regarded as the special final movement of the 'Seventh Movement' of the Third Symphony? Do you mean that it can gain a foothold in the abnormal zone?"

"Very smart, my first lady." Fan Ning unbuttoned the first two buttons of his cotton coat.

He made the same move as the "replicas" climbing below: he took out a pair of sleigh bells!

In the short interval before his movements, the sounds of the Third Symphony experienced a kind of "fast-forward" illusion - "Poetry of Awakening", "The Flowers of the Field Tell Me", "Forest" "Animals tell me", "Humans tell me", "Angels tell me", "Love tells me". The important motives and fragments of each movement pass by like a marquee, and the last sound is the fourth of the ending of the slow movement. Timpani percussion

"You're using it wrong!"

"The primer symbolizes leaving the world and meeting the pioneer. There is no such heretical way of paying tribute. I must correct your behavior!!"

It was at this moment that the music of "Black Mass" entered the most frantic and terrifying middle section, and Mr. F's voice on the other side suddenly became violent. A snow ring rang loudly and shook wildly.

Fan Ning even felt a foreign object beginning to hit his throat, and almost fell to his knees and retched.

But he quickly laughed twice, still leaning on the stone to support his body, and then raised the snow bell to his chest:

"Stop shaking it when you've shaken it enough. It's really unpleasant and such an interesting percussion is wasted. Let me show you the correct usage."

"Let me think about it." He slowly closed his eyes, "About everything after coming to Janus, about Mr. Scheler's sequel, and everything about Father Lavoisier."

Cha-cha-cha-cha-

The sound of snow bells created by Fan Ning is fine, cold, and silvery, like a wooden sled crushing the brittle ice and snow.

At the same time, in the beam of light projected by history, under the surface of the deep cave cracks, there are repeated semitone decorative sounds made of wood pipes, as well as third-dimensional embellishments with an inexplicable coldness and ethereal feeling.

The curtain in B minor of "Fourth Symphony" was finally slowly opened! The picture scroll of the first entry into no man's land can be reviewed and displayed again: the journey away from the world is refreshing, the thin film of soap bubbles swims in the field of vision, and strange colors bloom in the mountains, rivers and forests like a palette.

After the music changed to G major, the theme of the first movement was gently thrown up by the French horn. The light thoughts of a few bars glided with the wind, were quickly caught by the string instruments, and fell into the arms of the cello, becoming a calm and tortuous song. phrase

An unbelievable scene appeared for Joan.

The colorful light beam in front of me faded away and turned into pure pink again.

Then, the area began to slowly spread!

In the blink of an eye, Fan Ning, who was very close to him, was included.

The next one is Joan, the border of the pink barrier spreading on the frozen soil, also approaching her.

With such a slow expansion speed, she could escape by walking quickly, but she stood still, not knowing whether she was thinking about something or simply enjoying the music.

As the rich and complex halo of the "star track" in her hand grew longer and longer, the purple snakes emerging from her body became denser and denser, and more and more slippery tentacles were formed from the torn dress.

After the brisk introduction part, the development part, like the prelude, dances with the sound of snow bells and woodwinds.

The more distinctive violin counterpoint melody climbs steeply upwards, gradually bringing the originally classical "watercolor painting" music into a higher-level atmosphere.

"Qiong, I don't know what two or three years of acquaintance means to you." Fan Ning, who guided these "instruments" to sound with specific timbres, gradually entered an inexplicable quiet and solemn state, "I guess it It has a certain degree of importance, but after reaching a certain limit, the importance no longer increases. At least, this is true for you after returning. You have more experiences, more knowledge, and more old knowledge and new knowledge. That heartless young lady born into Lord Nehemiah's family was at first your whole being, but now it is only a very small part of your nature."

The motive of the music changes frequently, and underneath the flowing classical colors and harmonies, there will suddenly be a few rough hums of brass pipes, just like a few strange dark clouds hanging in the corner of the sunny sky.

This higher realm is undoubtedly unfamiliar to mortal creatures. It allows people to relax physically and mentally. Groups with higher inspiration may also shudder inexplicably or even feel creepy. However, it actually gradually suppressed the music of "Black Mass" and the displeased preaching of Mr. F on the other side inch by inch! !

"But I'm just discussing the pros and cons with you, and the next possibilities." Fan Ning continued.

"Originally, there is a high probability that you will be possessed by the 'worm', and there is a small probability that you will be promoted by luck; as a 'secondary branch', after I follow you into the lighthouse, there is a high probability that you will be indirectly controlled by Mr. F, and there is a small probability that you will escape by luck. But now that you choose to stay in the historical projection, you can gain the certainty of promotion and safety at the same time, but I am using the 'Star Track' to try my luck."

"It sounds like the survival rate of both sides has improved, and my own improvement is particularly impressive?" Qiong smiled softly, "However, have you overlooked a problem or a premise?——"

"I must believe everything you say. I must believe that this projection is what you said. I must believe that the person I spent my divinity to open the way for is not a polluter of the 'Truth Tiger'. I must believe that I can wait until you come back in the future to completely solve it. question."

She raised a lot of questions, but the barrier of the light beam gradually came closer, but her feet did not move back for the time being.

"So I asked you if you would help me."

Fan Ning's voice controlling the extremely high register of the violin gradually disappeared. In the second movement, the horn blew two sets of C major solo melody similar to the sound of a horn, but the lines were a little dull.

The woodwind displays the dance rhythm pattern of "Leanderer" on the dominant chord, which leads to the demure, but slightly weird scherzo theme - a violin group with rough workmanship, vague details, and a whole tone raised, Accompanied by the band's dreamy weak background, a strange, sharp, and harsh melody is played.

"I am relying on your help to protect this historical projection for me, okay?"

As the pink light curtain approached, Qiong took two steps back and distanced herself again.

"I can't last until the end of the song, and I can't even finish the next movement. However, I can still hold on for a while. Try to hold on for a while before you are completely contaminated. Joan, please think about it again."

Fanning introduced a pastoral melody in the second part of the movement.

It jumps down four times and then returns to the straight line, followed by the simple ascending scale of "one, two, three, four, five", and then continues to develop with vibrato, bringing a leisurely and leisurely atmosphere, like a silhouette of the old time with a film background.

Previously the most important "field theme" transformation in the first movement of "Giant".

Symphony No. 1 about morning light, fruits, thorns, flowers and youth.

In the early summer during the graduation ceremony, the dark shadows of the University of San Lenia towering like a castle were painted onto the outline of the sculptures in the square with golden edges at sunset, and fountains blooming like fire everywhere.

The wind and snow ruffled the girl's shawl purple hair. Her expression didn't seem to change much, except that her lips moved, and she finally took a step forward and entered the pink light curtain.

"Then consider it willing."