Late-night watch shop

"I see, that kid has practiced more than 100,000 times these days, and it's really commendable. ”

In the watch shop, the blonde boy Hermes was lying on his desk, playing with the ether ball left by Ye Qingxuan. He whistled at the Aether Sphere, and silently the Aether Sphere lit up, crystal refracting the candlelight, leaving an intricate mass of characters and diagrams on the walls.

He whistled at the Aether Sphere, and silently the Aether Sphere lit up, crystal refracting the candlelight, leaving an intricate mass of characters and diagrams on the walls.

If measuring aether data is its most widespread use, then this is the really expensive technology in the aethersphere.

The movement solidified in the crystal will record all the notes and pieces that have interfered with the ether sphere, and re-display them in the form of data for the user to compare, correct the noise, and improve the resonance rate with the ether, and get closer to the standard.

However, Ye Qingxuan did not succeed in activating him even once, resulting in this function, which was the strongest arm for all apprentices, not appearing at all.

But Hermes had now woken it up, bypassing secrecy, unlocking the score, and finally looking at the data, amazed.

"It's amazing, eight days, one hundred and forty-three thousand three hundred and eleven. At least nine hours a day are spent on this, isn't it? This level of desperateness, it's a shame that that stupid kid can persevere, it's a pity that ......."

Hermes shook his head, his eyes playful: "Once, even once, it didn't work." What kind of bullshit luck is this? ”

"Isn't that what everybody is?"

Seton asked rhetorically, "Some people can't pronounce a standard syllable once in their lifetime, right?"

"That's when they haven't tried 140,000 times, and the gorilla is constantly jumping on the piano and one day will be able to beat the score of "Ode to Joy."

But this little imp didn't even touch a single key, let alone Ode to Joy. If you're so unlucky, you'll be trafficked if you walk down the street, right?

Anyway, I've been a craftsman for so many years, and I've never heard of this kind of thing at all. So, either he's unlucky like never before, or there's definitely another reason. ”

"Another reason?"

Hearing him ask, Hermes laughed, but avoided answering, and asked, "Seton, do you know what is the most important thing for a musician? ”

"Hey, you guy...... Isn't the most important thing to resonate with the aether?"

That's true, but not exactly. ”

Hermes narrowed his eyes: "The resonance between the musician and the aether is the most important thing, yes, the higher the better." But for musicians, the most important part of the resonance rate is the breakthrough between pure zero to one!

From nothing to something, from zero to one, this is a qualitative change out of nothing, and it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a person...... In other words, this is the door of the musician,

If you can't push it away, let alone become an apprentice, even if you work hard all your life, you can only linger outside the door. ”

He twirled the ether ball to his fingertips, whistling, and playing with the light that flickered on and off. The silver light illuminated the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Some people say that to open this door, you have to have 1 percent luck, 9 percent talent, and 90 percent hard work. But the most important thing is talent and luck.

Some people can push open the door just by sleeping and snoring, such people are called geniuses, but there are also some people who will be blocked from the door for a lifetime and will never be able to set foot on this road.

It's cruel to say that, but hard work is sometimes ...... It's really useless. ”

"You're saying that imp has no talent?"

"Fart. ”

Hermes burst out with a foul mouth, with a look of disdain: "The 'celestial and human bloodline' of the nine surnames of the Eastern Dragon Vein is inherently stronger than others I don't know how many times...... Where is the guy who was born with a golden soup spoon in his mouth qualified to cry poor?

What's more, he has a strong bloodline that can maintain silver and white hair even after being mixed-blood...... If that little ghost had been born in the East and had some kind of powerful 'talent', he might have a place in the 'Lingyan Tower' in the future!"

Seton's head hurt when he listened, and he only felt a mess:

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I just want to say that more than 143,000 exercises can confirm that he is really working very hard, and the celestial and human bloodlines in the East will definitely not have a talent problem, if it is not bad luck. Then there's only one possibility......"

Hermes smiled, but there was a chill in his smile that seemed to come from the bones:

- Aether Seal. ”

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Sedon froze, he knew what Hermes was talking about.

The Aether Seal, which was nothing more than a by-product of the early days of musician research, gradually disappeared into obscurity. But according to Hermes, copies of this technique are still available in a number of places.

At the end of the Dark Ages, countries privately conducted human experiments on captive musicians in order to explore the 'Great Source'.

In the process, one of the thousands of strange technologies that was born included the 'Aether Seal'.

Performing surgery on an ordinary person and implanting more than nineteen needle-shaped sound-attenuating plugs in the spine can forcibly close his musician's door permanently...... Although this procedure seems to be widely used, its fatal three flaws doom it to be thrown in the trash as a defective product.

The cost is too high, the postoperative mortality rate is too high, and the rejection of the ether is too high to be used on musicians at all. In the end, it had to be shelved and thrown into the garbage.

In this regard, Seton is even more puzzled, who would implant such a high shackle into the body of a teenager, just to block his path to musicianship?

"Hah, who knows. ”

Hermes tossed the aether ball in his hand, his eyes mocking: "The aether seal is indeed a good way, the closer the person who is implanted with the ether, the more painful it will be." In the end, he died in pain with a sweet dream in his arms.

That's true for common sense, but whoever it is, it's all in vain.

If they don't know the blood of heaven and man, they don't know how ridiculous things they have done. A few locks can make him unable to open the door of the musician, but he can't stop the things behind the door from breaking out......

The more something is suppressed, the more terrible its backlash becomes. Especially dealing with the almost deformed inheritance method of the celestial and human bloodline, it is simply drinking to quench your thirst. ”

Seton asked, "Is the bloodline of the Celestials really that strong?"

"Of course, fool, that's Taki for the blood, bones, and lives of countless people......

For hundreds of years, in order to get closer to the ether, the Oriental people have continued to explore themselves, and even did not hesitate to use themselves as experiments. Nine emperors in a row, recklessly fighting against the four yi, in order to get more people to use for experiments. I don't know how many people died in the experiments and modifications.

The most tyrannical emperor, 'Qin', even judged musicians who could not complete their tasks as waste, and pushed their school into the fire pit with their ancient books.

Until the end...... They finally succeeded in incorporating the resonance of the ether into their blood, turning it into a talent over time.

Like wild beasts, they turn those inexplicable perceptions and experiences into instincts that can be passed on. ”

Seton was stunned: "You mean that kid has ...... on him"

"That's right. ”

Hermes bowed: "Memories can be forgotten, personalities can be changed, but as long as you live, instinct will not be lost."

The bastard tried 140,000 times, and knocked on that door 140,000 times...... As long as someone is willing to help him with a boost, that broken door will fall apart completely. ”

He paused, his eyes sighing:

"The qualitative change in the synchronization rate from zero to one is the moment the door of the musician opens. Oriental people have paid so much, just for this moment.

For the first time, the ether will merge into the mortal body, sublimate the soul, temper the soul, and become a part of his life. ”

Hermes murmured softly, as if regretful:

At that time, the ether will be the messenger, guiding the lost rebellious children back to the Great Source, but even for a moment, the conceited soul of mankind will break free from the dream of the Great Source and return to the individual...... Only for a moment can they see their true nature in the waves of the ether!"

His hand lightly drew a circular mark in the air, and his eyes were compassionate:

"This is where all the wrong path begins. ”

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For a moment, Ye Qingxuan fell into a familiar trance.

A huge pale blue moonlight rose from the end of the sky, illuminating his eyes.

That painful dream returned, time flowed, and everything decayed. Everything is gone, replaced by indescribable ruins and cemeteries.

And the blue moon hanging high above the sky.

Between the gravestones, webs of spider silk and dust are knotted. The sharp or heavy tombstones were like palms reaching out to the sky, trying in vain to hold the moonlight.

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Ye Qingxuan saw it again, the white-haired man. He wandered among the tombstones, his head bowed in contemplation, his robes covered with moss and fallen leaves. When he saw Ye Qingxuan, he raised his head, and that face seemed familiar.

It's like yourself, like a father, like an old man, but with the characteristics of a teenager, sometimes charming like a woman, and masculine and handsome.

The longer he looked at it, the more Ye Qingxuan didn't dare to confirm his appearance. He couldn't even tell if the man was a human or some older archetype. It's like some kind of symbol from a long time ago, that is the source of blood.

It is independent of time, so it embraces the past and the future. But when he stared at Ye Qingxuan, he came from the past to the present, and from the future to him.

The eyes are sad.

"Do you regret it?"

This time, Ye Qingxuan finally heard his voice clearly, his voice was low and clear, like the sound of jade breaking.

As if penetrating his fate and past, the man's gaze passed through Ye Qingxuan's body, as if falling into his heart, staring at the sorrow and persistence in those long times, watching him struggle to get up from falling into the mud and from the mud again and again.

So, the compassion in his eyes:

"-Do you regret it?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, feeling great sadness and pain emerging from his chest.

The things that had been forgotten in the past resurfaced, and the burning pain rolled in his chest, driving him to face the question.

Doubts turned into iron hooks, digging deep into his bone marrow, looking for even the slightest waver.

"No regrets. ”

In Ye Qingxuan's heart, a voice responded softly. Ye Qingxuan stared at the man in front of him and suddenly laughed. He whispered, "Not in the future." ”

So, the man in the dream laughed, as if he had been redeemed by the earth.

"That's great. ”

He muttered softly, looking up at the sky.

When the moonlight fell into his eyes, the light of the spirit shone out of his eyes. The dead leaves and moss were ignited by the light, and the flames gathered in his hands and turned into silver-white flames.

He stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand sank into the young man's chest, and the flames burned in Ye Qingxuan's heart, flowing with the blood.

Something suddenly shattered under Ye Qingxuan's feet. It was a power born from under the Nine Earths, brewing over a long period of time, breaking through the ground.

At the sound of the rock cracking, the new tombstone cracked the stone and broke through the ground, and grew out of the humour!

The moonlight illuminated the sharp handwriting on it, which looked like a knife and an axe. But there are only three words on the empty tombstone-Ye Qingxuan.

This is the invitation to embark on the path of death, the guiding stone to the land of death and mysteries. He finally made a contract with 'Dayuan' in this dream of illusion.

"This is where all the astray paths begin. ”

Behind him, the white-haired man muttered innocently, raised his palm and pressed his shoulder. The voice suddenly changed, and it became extremely familiar, as if it had been heard before!

"Little leaf, this is the only thing I can give you. ”

His spirit seemed to be attached to the boy, guiding him to raise his palm and reach out to the void in front of him, as if pressed on a non-existent string:

"- Your Destiny Chapter!"