Old-time musicians

How could the name of the first generation leader of the Guidance School appear here?

Could it be that this stone tablet showing the source god of the Grand Court School was carved by Guido da Lezzo?

Is there some kind of connection between the Guidance School and the Grand Court School?

With these questions, Fanning once again carefully looked at the seven witness symbols from right to left: oblique line segment, spark gear, arc knife, lamp, spring, liquid and hand, mirror. He still did not find the two true gods "Raven" and "Fragrant Poet" from this row of symbols, nor did he find "Endless Fugue" - this seems to indicate that the last three witness masters are not source gods.

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Moreover, everyone did not experience the terrifying feeling when they were glimpsed by the "True Word Viper" before, which means that the witness master pointed to by these symbols may have encountered some unknown changes.

"I increasingly suspect that this is the so-called 'source god' wreckage that the Special Patrol Office is collecting." Qiong's tone was decisive.

Source God... Fanning couldn't help but ponder this term carefully.

Perhaps it means that this kind of witness master was once the origin of similar ritual vessels? And why did he fall? ...This is indeed a bit difficult to understand.

Is "The Fountain in the Painting" one of them? Something happened to him, but his pollution was left behind?

"Carron, look at this." Xilan pointed to the lamp-shaped pattern again, "Do you remember when we first chiseled open the secret door of the Turner Art Museum, a mysterious ritual base with a dark lamp-shaped outline fell out from the mezzanine?"

"I remember..." Fanning nodded, "Look at the hand stretched out from the liquid again, isn't this the phase symbol of 'Pool'? Why is it the symbol of the Lord of Witness?"

"Could it be... 'Red Pond'?" Xilan guessed, "It's strange to say, I have always wondered why the name of the Lord of Witness has a phase name..."

"It's really strange." Fanning said, "And 'Red Pond' is also the evil god worshipped by the Joyful Listening Club. Could it be that the God of the Source of the Great Court School once followed more than one crazy one? But haven't the God of the Source of the Source of the Source become debris? I can understand the pollution characteristics left by the debris, just like the 'Fountain in the Painting'... But this 'Red Pond', is He alive again?"

In addition to the 'Fountain in the Painting', the only symbols familiar to the few people are the 'Red Pond' and the lamp, and the other four are very unfamiliar.

"Carlon..." When the two were discussing, Joan suddenly spoke with a trembling voice, "I feel... the deformed paint ball in the underground building... seems to have followed here as well..."

This made Fanning startled, and his thoughts were pulled away from the discussion of the secret history. He turned back suddenly and found that the paint that was originally dripping in the green night sky had turned into a heavy rain!

Looking down again, the ground was covered with more than 30 centimeters of red, green, blue and purple, and it had covered the shoes of the three people on his side without knowing when.

He only reacted by holding the hands of the two girls, and the slurry suddenly foamed and swelled violently. The three people slipped and fell down together.

Screams rang out, and the paint covered the three people's bodies. The faces that were looking up to the sky were instantly covered with the newly fallen paint. Fanning grabbed the hands of Shilan and Joan tightly, but the smelly slurry directly poured into his mouth and nose.

Everything happened too fast.

Fanning felt a stinging pain all over his body, and his heart began to pump blood violently, which then seeped out from the gradually dissolving skin.

Although he was in the process of migration, this experience was still completely real, and he thoroughly felt that death was approaching, without any room for struggle and resistance.

The ends of his limbs had transformed into part of his image, and the unconscious range began to spread to his torso.

The whole world was filled with the screams of pain and excitement in the paint, and the desperate cries of the two girls were gradually drowned out.

Perhaps this is the final outcome of most people who know?

Or perhaps, the experience of traveling to this so-called alien world for nearly a year still started and ended with a nightmare.

Then it was good that I had stood on the podium, enjoyed the feeling of the symphony I composed flowing out from under the baton, experienced the gaze of the musicians and the audience, experienced the encore, flowers, applause and sleepless nights.

After dozens of breaths, Fanning was left with only a pair of eyes exposed in the pile of paint.

His last moment of sight was cast again on the stone tablet suspended in the air.

The symbol on the far right seemed to... suddenly flash at him?

So hot

Blood red

His ears were buzzing, the sun penetrated his closed eyes, and the blood in his skin and flesh was reflected in a bright red color.

The chirping of birds, the noisy chirping of cicadas, and the rustling breeze in his ears gradually occupied the main part of his hearing. His back and buttocks were hit by a long stick-like object, and the rest of his body felt damp and cold from the soil, while his upward cheeks, abdomen, and legs were scorching hot from the sun.

After dozens of breaths, Fan Ning slowly opened his eyes, and the scorching light poured down from the branches. He subconsciously raised his arms to block it, and the soil also rubbed against his face.

Where is this? Fan Ning climbed up, patted off the rotten leaves and twigs on his body with both hands, and put his backpack on again.

Sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting spots on the forest path. As far as the eye can see, huge steel supports and factory chimneys with billowing smoke are vaguely visible.

The hill behind the Turner Museum? How did I get out?

After leaving the underground building, those terrible memories began to lose coherence, while some iconic images became more vivid and clear.

Is it real, or a nightmare?

The last scene was so hopeless, but now he was able to return from Migong without any trouble. It must be just a nightmare, right?

However, he suddenly realized that his arm was burning with pain.

He stretched out his hand and turned it over, exposing the side of his elbow. The blood stained the nearby clothes red. Then he rolled up his sleeves, and fine and ferocious imprints were clearly visible on the skin.

Pulling out the crowbar, the metal at the front was covered in paint. The backpack was extremely heavy, so he clutched it to his chest and saw the stack of books titled "The Oakgun Codex".

Before she could think about it further, Fan Ning realized a more important problem and immediately looked around. When she found the white figures of the two girls lying under the tree more than ten meters away, her hanging heart was finally relieved.

He took out his pocket watch and found that it was three o'clock in the afternoon, less than two hours before entering the secret door.

The only time he saw the time under the deep well was when he was resting in the underground cave with the "Dome Door" painted on it. At that time, his pocket watch pointed to two forty.

Regardless of whether this reading was correct or not, it was completely inconsistent with his experience of the flow of time before and after. He couldn't help but think of the experience that Joan once shared about her mistakenly entering the "disintegration field" of the secret realm of migration.

The two girls woke up after more than ten minutes. After Fan Ning calmed their emotions a little, everyone began to walk slowly down the hill.

After the disaster, everyone first exchanged some feelings about the situation. They all agreed that except for the unknown trigger caused by the "Mantra Snake" at the beginning, the later encounters did not leave any discomfort in the present. On the contrary, everyone's inspiration intensity seemed to have improved. A considerable improvement, especially since the two girls speculated that they were close to the peak of the strength of low-level wise people.

In addition, there is also a batch of valuable hidden knowledge and occult literature.

This was obtained in exchange for the high risk of exposure to the secret history.

"So did you see anything at the end?" Fanning then asked.

Joan's face was paler than Fan Ning had seen during the rehearsal that day. She shook her head: "I felt a lot of pain all over my body, my heart was beating very fast, and my body gradually dissolved into the paint. Later, I lost consciousness, and even Before that, a fragment of my own life experience flashed rapidly..."

Fan Ning couldn't help but be confused when he heard this. Could it be that the flashing symbol he saw inexplicably at the end was also a near-death experience?

He began to take out the volumes of the Oakgun Codex one by one from his backpack and scanned them briefly.

"The War of Persuasion... Sheeran, you have a high level of historical literacy. Have you ever heard of such a war?"

Xilan shook his head blankly: "When did the incident happen?"

Fan Ning flipped through the pages roughly: "This is a historical review document written by a Tiolean Empire historian who calls himself 'Jean Cosme' and aims to reveal the 'laws of struggle between schools and churches'. The title page is filled with warnings from the copyist 'Okgon', indicating that 'Cosm' has been erased in every sense, and more than 70% of the text in the first part of the book has been dyed black..."

"...In the rear text about the unclear 'Second War of Persuasion' in 728-729 of the New Calendar, it is mentioned that the leaders of the new steam age listened to the advice of the spokesperson of the 'Lord of Hosts', and united the scholars to discuss the church's The scholars launched their ideological persuasion, which eventually led to the "Return of the Crows to the West" and "The Destruction of the Blood Esoteric Cult and the Immortal Esoteric Cult"... The transcriber "Okgon" spent a lot of space in the end notes to lament his unfair treatment as the victor... "

"I have never heard of this statement, but the changes in the power of the church mentioned later can barely be confirmed..." Sheeran curled his lips and commented, "This so-called 'War of Persuasion', those two years were close to the Empire's 'Steam Revolution' The final stage of the war... This was a war that started in the second half of the 7th century and lasted for more than sixty years..."

Joan interjected: "Well, it's a well-known history. The Nehemiah family was knighted after their meritorious service in that era."

Sheeran continued to briefly describe: "At that time, the Hoffmann feudal dynasty was in decline. Under the secret control of the Holy Kingdom of Janus, it was penetrated by the Nyleru, Tungus and Lange people, and finally Louis I ascended to the throne. Enter the stage of history, launch a steam revolution, weaken the power of the church, denounce and conquer the invaders..."

"The final result is: the small countries of the Nileru and Tungus people were destroyed, the Lange people were driven back to their home base of the Kingdom of Lydia in the Western Continent, the Lingyin Discipline Society was banned from preaching in the Northern Continent, and many secret churches were Defined as an evil god organization and eradicated... The Holy Sun Church seems to have become the only legal righteous church in the Northern Continent. However, its strong position is gone forever, and the cakes obtained are not as good as when many churches coexisted... The Hoffmans have It expanded its territory, changed its name to the Tioline Empire, and gradually embarked on the road of industrialization..."

Fan Ning finally speculated: "Since the biggest winner is the emerging industrial class of Tioleon, then comparing history and secret history, it seems that behind this war is the predecessor of the Special Patrol Office cooperating with several university schools to fight against the church forces..."

Everyone glanced at the next few volumes together and found that "Investigation of the Great Palace's Deeds" was written in Noa language, which required a lot of translations to interpret, while "The Ascension of Chariots to Heaven" and "Holy Spring Tantra" were written in similar language to the previous volumes. The confusing wording on the frame describes some "painful and drastic changes" in the body or spirit of "the person who passes through the door", and praises the "spring in the painting" for all things in the world. Harmony, change and aesthetic teaching'.

These passionate and passionate sentences filled with meaningless words put the three of them in a trance. When they read the text about various human body modification experiments and weird sacrificial methods in "The Transmutation of the Human Body", their mental state returned to the state of collapse again. edge.

The tower that symbolizes the origin, the jumbled ancient buildings of various periods, the unintentional glance of the "mantra", the weird galleries and rooms, the objects that come to life, the deformed paint monsters, the indescribable pollution channels, the mind-boggling... The dizzy and disgusting ruins of the third history, the pain of being dissolved, and the fear of transformation...

The horrific scenes in my memory seemed to come to life again, and possessed all the real things in front of me, causing them to undergo hallucinatory changes.

Fan Ning didn’t know how he pretended to be calm and walked down the mountain back to the Turner Museum of Art.

A few people managed to deal with the remains of the secret ritual in the mobile exhibition hall, sealed the secret door again, and then returned to the Woodpecker Consulting Office not far away with wandering eyes, continuing to crawl with wandering eyes amidst the aroma of a pile of tempting food. Go up to the second floor.

As soon as "Carolone" Joan entered the office room of 209, she lay face down on the sofa, "If you insist on rehearsing tomorrow, I still don't want the aura of 'principal flute in the premiere of 'Symphony No. 1''" Let me sleep well, although I may not be able to sleep."

"No more rows, no more rows tomorrow, let them practice by themselves on the weekend." Fan Ning sat on the piano bench with his legs slumped and leaned back.

"How about returning the ritual utensils first?" Sheeran's voice was a little hoarse. "I think I heard it. Dupont should be playing guitar inside."

"Let him remember and get it himself." Fan Ning turned around and opened the cover of the upright piano with trembling hands. "Don't talk to me. Let me play the piano first. I want to be quiet."

He started from the first piece in Bach's Well-Tempered Piano Collection, "Prelude and Fugue in C Major" (BWV846), and played the next one. The bright and quiet broken chords of the Prelude sounded in the room, and several people banged The beating heart gradually calmed down.

Later, when Fan Ning performed various exquisite fugues under his fingers, the other two people were more and more surprised in their scattered consciousness. They discovered that there were hidden meanings in this batch of works that they had never heard before. With extremely high polyphonic skills and profound logical beauty, they began to look at Fan Ning's profile with eyes mixed with enjoyment and disbelief.

Bach's musical solace brought several people back from the brink of collapse, but the condition of the next few people was still not very good.

Fan Ning can dream about those things almost every day. Sometimes he is climbing the endless spiral staircase in the middle of an empty tower, and then suddenly he is frightened by the screams of pain and excitement behind him, and turns around to start from the height. Falling down, sometimes he wandered around the ruins of the Grand Palace School again, witnessing those giant buildings that made people dizzy and disgusted, and sometimes he found that the art gallery he reopened was full of weird impasto paintings. and statue dolls, and the eyes of every visitor who came to the exhibition were as ancient and terrifying as the "Truth Serpent"

Although he was still able to maintain the awareness of his lucid dreams using dream control, the process of moving through these things still made people feel disgusted and uncomfortable.

He tried his best to devote all his attention to rehearsing and studying music, and his whole state was slowly recovering. Time flashed to Monday, August 11th, less than five days before leaving for the imperial capital.

The musicians arrived unusually early today.

At 7:40, the rehearsal hall was already packed. Fan Ning, who was wearing a formal suit and carrying a briefcase, just pushed open the door and saw everyone staring at him.

Because today is the day when he announces the candidates for the musicians to perform in the imperial capital.