Crown of Silence

Chapter 664 Making Trouble

Although the natural disaster had not yet brewed, Ye Qingxuan could still peek into the deeper layers of Guixu through this one-third of the core, and see the countless changes in the internal music theory.

It was like dust peeping at the ocean through a prism.

Under that huge scale and completely unreasonable terrifying scale, Ye Qingxuan could only feel his own insignificance.

For any musician, this is a rare opportunity.

A natural disaster completely reveals the core music theory in front of you, allowing you to study it, which is more effective than any good teacher's teaching. Especially with the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant in hand, Ye Qingxuan's perception is so precise that it can even convey the entire process of the birth and death of any detail.

In just four days, Ye Qingxuan benefited a lot.

But it was only a little bit.

He has reached the end of the perception that can be obtained at the distortion level. If he does not become a master, he can only watch the great opportunity in front of him slip away.

Just like a mouse cannot eat an entire granary, Ye Qingxuan's observation level and ability can only do so far.

It is painful to see but not eat.

In the final analysis, the problem is still the chapter of fate...

"I don't believe that I can't write a mere chapter of fate!"

Ye Qingxuan was angry, put the fragments of the stone plate aside, picked up a pen and paper, and then wrote frantically.

Ten minutes later, he put down the pen and looked at what he had in his hand.

The flames rose.

He threw the music he wrote into the fire expressionlessly, turning it into ashes, and finally sighed helplessly.

Well, he really couldn't write it.

It would be nice if there were standards.

If there was only the correct answer, there would be no problem.

But he just couldn't start with this kind of unrestrained creation. It seemed that writing anything was right, and it seemed that writing anything was wrong. How to start, how to end, what rhythm...

All shrouded in a fog.

No one could tell Ye Qingxuan what he should do.

This is not an exam, everything is unfixed and there are no rules.

He fell into deep thought.

This time he spent thinking longer than the other days combined. Ye Qingxuan sat on the broken steps, as if in a daze, but no one responded to him when others spoke to him.

Ye Qingxuan did not get up until dinner time.

There were so many things that happened to him that the masters were no longer surprised.

It was not until late at night that Ye Qingxuan raised his head again and felt a pain in his neck, as if it was broken. He had been sitting in the same position for too long, and his body was a little numb.

He sighed, called for clean water, and washed his face.

He was full of energy.

Mabel saw his appearance and stopped worrying and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Are there any clues?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan wolfed down his dinner, stuffing the cold and hard compressed food into his stomach, a heavy piece, and felt the fulfillment of life in the slight pain of gastrointestinal peristalsis.

Finally, he made up his mind.

"If the right way doesn't work, then I'll just keep going the wrong way."

He had figured it out, or rather, he had given up.

He had never been good at creating anything. All his talents were in application and integration. It was too much for him to be a pioneer. He finally realized this and gave up completely.

The reason why the shortcomings are shortcomings is that they are difficult to make up for. They cannot be made up by hard work.

Instead of spending a lot of effort to make up for the shortcomings, it is better to strengthen your strengths.

Just like what he has been doing.

From the beginning to now... he has always been the copyist. He can fill in all the correct answers, but he can't do things like writing poems.

So, he decided to return to his old path.

Continue copying.

Even the chapter of fate can be solved in the same way.

If you can't make a movement, don't make a movement.

If you don't have your own, copy others' and change it into your own.

He already knew how Guixu's music theory judged "external forces". Anything that could not carry out his will and consciousness, and could not be completely integrated into himself, was considered an external force.

In this way, Guixu was not only a predicament, but also provided an opportunity.

It reminded Ye Qingxuan.

He had always thought that he had used these abilities perfectly, but he had never expected that there were still problems that he had not discovered.

So, it would be better to take this opportunity to solve the problem.

While Ye Qingxuan was thinking, he discovered something unexpected.

Since the Trinity Chapter of Fate was not his own, it would be fine, after all, three of the parts came from three people who had a huge influence on him.

But what surprised him was that... all the music theories he had preserved came from the "Interpretation Method".

In other words, Guixu regarded the Interpretation Method as a part of Ye Qingxuan.

Thinking about it carefully, it was not unreasonable.

Although the Interpretation Method was taught by Abraham, Abraham was limited by the blockade of the military and the contract of the Holy City, and could not teach Ye Qingxuan the true forbidden way. Therefore, he could only disassemble what he knew bit by bit, and guide Ye Qingxuan to discover it bit by bit.

Finally, he pieced it together with the key of deciphering.

Just like what the Hundred Eyes did to Ludovik, from Ludovik to the original Dark Pope... Since when did Ludovik no longer Ludovik?

Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that one day he would use the method of the Hundred Eyes to solve his own problems.

In other words, even the solution was copied.

This is interesting.

The reason why Ye Qingxuan put the solution above the interpretation method is because this is what he has learned most skillfully and is most deeply rooted in his bones and habits.

Abraham is a genius.

He once again determined this point in his heart: it is the first way of using music theory in history to extract the "I" from music theory.

No longer limited to the will of the self, but directly from the bottom to abandon oneself. Without any of one's own emotions and observation angles, observe and apply ether and music theory.

It is no longer for people to use ether, but for ether to develop, change, summarize, and rule by itself.

This is the right way of the forbidden school.

Ye Qingxuan believes this from the bottom of his heart.

Now that the method has been found, time has become urgent.

Ye Qingxuan did not intend to directly carry out his "plagiarism". There are also skills in copying. Anyway, there are plenty of templates. Before he really started, he had to make all preparations.

"Master Oden."

He raised his head and waved to Oden: "Give me paper, give me more paper."

Oden's expression became bitter.

"Don't use my inheritance book pages as papyrus..."

He reluctantly took out the last stack from his arms, and his distressed expression twitched.

This was originally a special alchemical paper he bought for the inheritance of music theory. The cost of one sheet was enough to buy the same weight of lapis lazuli, and what was more terrible was that there was no market for it.

It takes a craftsman a month to make a sheet of paper.

"Good steel is used on the blade!"

Ye Qingxuan took it nonchalantly, picked up the pen and ink and started to work directly. Oden glanced at him and turned away, unable to bear to watch.

Ye Qingxuan was beaming with joy. Obviously, after breaking the jar, the evil taste in his nature had been completely aroused. His hands kept moving, as steady as a machine, reading a page in a few minutes, and in just half an hour, more than half of it was spent.

The pages were dull in his hands, but when they left his hands, they became heavy.

Spread them on the ground, and one page pressed a rectangular depression on the ground.

The masters around glanced at this scene from afar, and their expressions suddenly became wonderful. They couldn't help but start to discuss in a low voice what Ye Qingxuan wanted to do.

This is the preciousness of the inherited pages.

It can directly show the essence of music theory, that is, perfectly reproduce the gravity of music theory itself. Therefore, many musicians will sketch on it when they deduce music and alchemists will sketch on it when they make alchemical equipment. If the paper itself cannot reproduce the music theory, then there is no need for experiments.

But now, almost no one has seen this situation.

That was the black rock floor tile that had not cracked for hundreds of years, but a piece of paper was put on it, and it cracked! Who knows what music theory Ye Qingxuan wrote on it?

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

A master glanced at Ye Qingxuan from a distance. Although he said so, he didn't dare to look at what Ye Qingxuan was writing.

Can you blindly read the inheritance of core music theory?

The consequences are more serious than looking at a girl's butt. If your girl's butt is seen by others, you can still forgive him, but if the core music theory is seen... Sorry, it can only be a fight to the death.

Even Ye Qingxuan, under such harsh contract conditions, must use a copy of the secret music theory of the Inquisition to exchange some incomplete music theories of various schools from the hands of the masters for research.

The master said that he couldn't understand, not that he couldn't understand what Ye Qingxuan was writing, but that he couldn't understand what he wanted to do.

In this regard, the masters have long been numb, and one person shrugged:

"Who knows, is there a difference between a genius and a madman?"

"The 27th one!"

A master who was paying attention to the situation whispered in a low voice, his eyes twitching wildly. How many heavyweight music theories does Ye Qingxuan have in his hands?

At this moment, the masters who were reluctant to hand over the music theories have been convinced.

If you only have a basket of eggs passed down from your ancestors, then when the landlord wants to take them away by trickery, you can only fight to the death.

When you find that the landlord doesn't care about your basket of eggs at all, and just takes them out for fun, you will feel very complicated.

Compared with Ye Qingxuan, everyone present can only be considered a poor ghost.

Who dares to say that their school has a deep foundation and a long history in front of the chief judge?

I'm afraid that the core music theory of their school is less than half the weight of any piece of paper written by Ye Qingxuan at this moment. To be able to achieve the level of "thumping the ground" can be said to be a thousand times of tempering.

But at this moment, Ye Qingxuan has no time to worry about the masters' mood.

He is fully immersed in this long-lost excitement.

Make trouble! Make trouble!

I will be on the road all day tomorrow, so I am afraid it will be difficult to find time to write. I am getting married soon, and I have already fallen into despair after using up all my saved drafts...

Updating this kind of thing really depends on fate...