In the basement, the weeping dark melody continues.

But Ye Qingxuan fell into deep confusion.

He had touched the spirituality of this dark movement, but what was this spirituality? He had found the essence hidden in the melody, but he could not describe what it looked like!

In the turbulent melody, Ye Qingxuan was engrossed in thinking: Guilt, what is it?

In his trance, the out-of-control aether was pulled by the melody and converged from all directions. They are like mist, and they are like light.

The layers of apparitions turbulent in the dark basement, but they could not be condensed into an exact image.

Because Ye Qingxuan couldn't touch the essence of the essence, he never thought about what the so-called guilt was.

Is it bleak wind and cold rain?

In the basement, a gust of wind blew in Pingbai, and the cold water vapor condensed in the corner of the wall, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Is it thunder and lightning?

In the illusion of the ether, there was a sudden condensation of black clouds, and in the lead-gray layers of dark clouds, roaring thunder and drumming, and sometimes a shocking lightning flashed.

But soon, the thunder and lightning also disappeared.

Is it a thousand blades piercing the heart? The illusion flashed with sword light and sword shadow, but the sword light and sword shadow also disappeared.

Is it the fiery lava? The frenzied sound of the piano suddenly revealed a hint of scorching heat, and the suffocating foehn wind blew through the suffocating wind,

Numerous phantoms continue to flash from the changes of the ether, like dream bubbles, fleeting. But that change is getting slower and harder.

Until finally, completely frozen, something intensely brewed inside. The emotions that cannot be seen and touched are condensed in this piece of solidification, constructing its appearance.

Gradually, the sound of falling water droplets sounded.

In the illusion of solidification, the droplets of water condensed, fell, and converged on each other, until finally they turned into a silent and silent flow!

It was obviously a closed basement, but suddenly there was a lonely atmosphere in the deep sea.

It's the river.

That's right, it's the black river.

In the illusion of the ether, black rivers are flowing silently, converging from all directions, as if to cover the entire world.

The viscous and pitch-black water slowly rose up, submerging the ankles, up to the waist, covering the neck, rising inch by inch, with a sad and hopeless aura, completely drowning the person. It permeates the psyche and takes away every inch of space.

This is guilt, the black river that flows eternally in everyone's heart.

In the frenzied melody, the black river tightens unhurriedly like a noose, robbing every space to breathe, plunging into eternal despair and repentance.

Irretrievable!

When the soul finally suffocated, the silent black river boiled up, like a desperate soul roaring madly, screaming helplessly, and begging for salvation like madness.

The black river turbulent, pounding frantically against every inch of the wall. The tiny creatures hidden in the cracks and beneath the floor are now tumbling in pain, captured by this melody of despair, sinking into the river of guilt.

With the arrival of the most **, the sound of crackling and cracking continued to sound. The rats and bugs crashed madly against the walls, hoping to find relief and serenity in eternal death.

In the melody, the desperate soul drowned in the black river passed away.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from the frantic performance, sweating profusely and panting.

"That's it, the technique of playing multiple notes?"

In the silence, he looked down blankly, looking at his hands, which were almost out of force when he played so wildly. A sour pain ran from every finger, and even the slightest movement felt piercing.

After a long time, he lowered his head and pressed the keys in front of him, and the piano was silent.

The strings are broken.

It's all broken.

This is a matter of course, how can an old practice piano withstand such intense playing?

But for some reason, Ye Qingxuan's mood was much better, perhaps because the venting just now had cleared all the darkness in his heart.

"How's it going, are you feeling better?" ”

Behind him, an indifferent and cold voice sounded, like moonlight.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, feeling that he was hallucinating, but that kind of voice was clearly real and unnecessary. He looked back with difficulty, as if he had seen something incredible, his eyes stunned and dazed.

"Father...... Dear?"

In the dark basement, the last lights had been extinguished to the frenzied sound of the piano.

But the quiet moonlight came out of nowhere, illuminating the man's white robe and his eyes. His pupils were clear and quiet, like the moon.

He stood in the moonlight, looking around at the surroundings and smiling at the boy.

After a long absence, that smile is the same as always.

With the insight of the understanding and sadness of fate.

"Yo, leaf, long time no see. ”

He asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Is it really you?"

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously got up, but soon his movements stopped.

It was only then that he became aware of the criss-crossing obstruction between the two.

It was a series of strings flying in mid-air, crisscrossing in the moonlight, forming an abstract and vague lyre.

It is an instrument that is completely awakened to the sound of the piano.

-- Nine Heavens Ring.

"First of all, congratulations to you, you have finally been recognized by the 'Nine Heavens Ring Pei'. ”

In the moonlight, Ye Lanzhou stared at the young man: "Ye Zi, you have become a musician, you have worked hard." ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at him in astonishment, and after a long time, he sat back in his chair as if he had lost his strength.

"Basic, it's actually quite simple. ”

He lowered his head a little frustratedly: "It just took a little time. ”

"I'm sorry, this was supposed to be the most important time for you, but unfortunately I can't really congratulate you by your side for some reason.

As you can see, I am now just a memory. ”

In the image in the moonlight, Ye Lanzhou sighed abruptly: "You have awakened the Nine Heavens Ring, which proves that you have returned to Avalon and found what I left behind."

I don't know where you found this tune? Sharon Inn in Downtown, the Great Library, Queen's Road, or some old ghost? I'm afraid you won't find it when you come back, so I left a lot of the same marks...... But actually, I don't want you back, I don't even want you to find it. ”

He stared at the boy in silence and whispered, "Sometimes I even think, how good it would be if you could forget me and live an ordinary life for the rest of your life? As long as you work harder, you can live happily. ”

"Father, do you think it makes sense to say this?"

Even if he understood that this was an illusion, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but ask.

As if sensing the young man's cross-examination, Ye Lanzhou's expression became helpless: "However, there is no point in talking about this now, right?"

Let's talk about something that needs to be told of you. ”

"Listen, here's the important thing. (To be continued.) )