It's that box!

When Ye Qingxuan appeared, the box that was shown to him!

He calculated that he would notice the box, and he turned it into a hint in his greed, and he foolishly remembered it!

Every memory, every greed nurtures that suggestion bigger and bigger!

Thinking of this, he finally suddenly realized, and the color of determination flashed in his will.

In the next moment, he no longer hesitated and dodged, regardless of Ye Qingxuan's erosion and infiltration, he stimulated every potential of his brain, inflated his self-will without limits, and finally squeezed into Ye Qingxuan's heart.

Rumble!

Ye Qingxuan's body shook violently, and he was almost completely defeated in this suicidal attack. Even in his sleep, Ye Qingxuan could feel a sweet breath in his mouth, nose and throat.

"Haha, goodbye, friend. ”

The intruder laughed and left, "I'll come back to you again!"

But the moment he left, he saw ......

At the bottom of the world of consciousness where the heavens and the earth were shattered, those tombs were buried under the Nine Grounds, and the layers of fog were blown away, finally revealing the scene of the core.

It was a tall tower.

A huge tower that reaches through the sky!

It was like a pillar of heaven, supporting Ye Qingxuan's consciousness world, extending to the end of the consciousness world, submerging into the void...... Just looking at the miracle of that huge music theory makes people shudder.

This way leads to heaven!

- Ladder!

"Got you!"

In the slowly recovering world of consciousness, a cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes.

Dare to retreat with his own hints......

Should I say that it is good to be bold?

Or hubris?

He couldn't help but laugh-

In the next moment, in the cell in the distance, in the cell not far away, the censor opened his eyes from his dream, and before he could smile, his expression stiffened.

He felt that the connection between his broken heart was actually connected again!

Just on the other side, an angry consciousness came blatantly counterattacking!

He actually used the Heart-to-Heart Movement!

In a place where all aether induction is blocked, he can still use the movement?!

He has the key?

No, it can't be, it's the Tower of Judgment...... Even if it's your own key, it's a precious alchemy item that can only be used once. But what the hell is going on?!

"How do you think I solved your illusion?"

A hallucinatory chuckle sounded in his ears, so eerie. He whispered something that almost subverted the musician's common sense:

"Who said I wouldn't be able to release the movement without aether induction?"

No one has ever known that when Ye Qingxuan first started to get in touch with music theory, he never relied on ether induction to play movements!

This is one of his most important hole cards.

Any musician knows that wanting to release a movement without aether sensing is nothing less than whimsical. Even if one out of 100,000 times succeeds in hitting the big luck, it is a blind man who walks on a single-plank bridge.

It's good that I didn't find where the single-plank bridge is, but it's even worse if I find it.

If you make a mistake, you'll be crushed!

But this common sense is not true at all for Ye Qingxuan, a freak.

He hasn't walked the normal path since he got started.

Even without aether induction, he was able to unleash some of the low-difficulty basic movements with the help of the interpretation method and the 106,000 notes of the classical school that Hermes had given him.

"Thank you for opening the door for me. ”

Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded like a ghost, making the examiner's face turn pale.

This time, the offense and defense were reversed.

In an instant, the last resistance was completely dissolved.

Ye Qingxuan's power completely dominated his consciousness.

But his brain has been traumatized by unrestrained oppression, and he is almost on the verge of brain death, as long as he loses maintenance, he will completely collapse in the next moment.

Even Ye Qingxuan didn't realize that the other party was so fragile that it was almost crushed!

But soon, Ye Qingxuan frowned and found that things were not simple.

The censor's consciousness is empty, and it has been completely whitewashed!

Nothing remained, not even his own name was forgotten. Only a vague shadow remained, a woman in a wedding dress, and her smile could be vaguely discerned.

That's why he kept crying.

"I see. ”

Ye Qingxuan muttered softly.

This censor is not a killer at all.

He's just a pathetic 'springboard' to borrow from!

Long outside the prison, his brain had been cleaned, an empty shell, and when he first entered the prison, he had been controlled by the killer through some kind of technology.

Although Ye Qingxuan didn't know exactly how it worked, it should be a confidential music theory inheritance of a certain school.

The killer himself didn't enter the Tower of Judgment at all, and he was only fighting with himself with this empty shell. In this way, it can explain why the other party is so fierce and not afraid of death when fighting wills.

Because it's not yourself at all who dies!

He has been forcibly squeezing the censor's consciousness and brain, manipulating his power to fight against himself, and it is because of this that he is so fearless and not afraid of failure at all.

It's a big deal to do it again, anyway, how many cheap springboards are going to be!

And in the depths of his traumatized consciousness, Ye Qingxuan could still see the last mockery left by the other party, as well as the strange laughter.

"You want to leave if you pretend to be forced?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to sneer:

"-It's not that simple!"-

At this moment, outside the Tower of Judgment, exactly two kilometers away.

In a hidden warehouse somewhere, the musician woke up from his dream screaming, sweating like rain, scarlet blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and vomiting violently.

He was lying in the vast alchemy matrix, and the countless precious chanting consumables around him had been completely consumed.

Every time this secret ritual is used, it consumes a huge amount of resources, and it has only one effect. That is, to split the user's consciousness, just like summoning a musician to raise a phantom beast in his brain, cutting off a part of his consciousness to form a personality fragment, implanting it in someone else's body, and using this to keep in touch and manipulate it remotely.

The middle-aged man got up from the matrix and pulled out the leads and nails that had been pierced into his limbs and the back of his head and neck one by one, gasping for breath.

The men on both sides lifted him up, wiped off his vomit, and poured warm water on him to rinse his body.

He looked to be in his thirties, but the man had gray hair, and there were fine notes tattooed under the hairline of his forehead, like some kind of music solidified on his skull.

Soon, his consciousness came to his senses.

The messenger who was waiting here on behalf of the employer stepped forward and asked, "Has it succeeded?"

"I missed. ”

The musician's empty eyes became gloomy: "Your information is all wrong! That guy's heart and music theory are not inferior to mine at all." ”

He paused, feeling a hint of embarrassment: not only is it not inferior, if it is the basic level, it is simply so majestic that he does not know where to go.

Soon, a hint of horror appeared in his eyes: "And...... He doesn't rely on aether induction, and he can unleash music!"

The messenger was stunned, as if he did not understand.

The musician repeated, and the messenger finally understood, his brows furrowed, and his expression became gloomy: "Are you kidding?"

"If I want to cover up my failures, why don't I choose a better one?"

The envoy's face was uncertain, and he quickly calculated in his heart, but he didn't notice that the musician's face changed suddenly on his lowered face.

In the musician's consciousness, the residual hint - on the small box, the childish rope quietly broke. In the battle between the two men, it somehow became broken, and as the rope broke, the box quietly opened.

The gift hidden in it has finally emerged.

Hint!

Or is it a hint......

It's a double hint!

What kind of hellish school tradition is capable of hiding one hint in another?!

His complexion changed suddenly, his mind changed rapidly, and he wanted to erase this memory along with the hints, but it was too late.

The hint had been erased, but the hidden instructions had quietly unfolded, embedded in his consciousness, mobilizing the heart in his body.

It's just a slight change -- cophony.

Homology?

He froze.

With whom is it in tune?

In the next moment, a thread of condensed silk of tiny water vapor stretched out of the void.

Ladder!

Two kilometers away, with a hint of guidance, a line of water vapor flew out of the cage and followed the guidance of the ladder, gently resting on his forehead.

Tune in, go!

"Yo, meet again. ”

In his consciousness, the figure of the white-haired young man quietly appeared, smiling at him: "I have a gift for you." ”

As he spoke, he raised his empty hands.

And just above that palm, there was moonlight.

Moonlight is like a dream.

"What is this?"

He froze, swallowed up in the moonlight.

And as it seemed to the others, at that moment his body twitched violently, and he fell to the ground, muttering something indistinct in his throat.

Soon, the spasms and convulsions that seemed to be acute ceased.

He opened his eyes again.

"Hello, first meeting. ”

The musician stared at the assistant and the stunned messenger beside him, and smiled strangely: "My name is Ye Qingxuan, please advise." ”

In the next moment, the musician suddenly reached out and pressed his hands on the foreheads of the two assistants, and in a hurry, the assistants did not have time to react, and the next moment, the invisible river suddenly swept out, engulfing their minds.

The messenger staggered back, but the musician rose from the ground like a mad dog and threw himself at him.

The blade slipped out of the emissary's sleeve, and he froze, slashing forward.

Even if he has never been on the battlefield, when he slashes this sword, he still has the tragic aura of bloody wind and rain.

This sword came from the teachings of the swordsmen of the Holy City, and it was extremely ruthless and swift.

When encountering a surprise attack, most people will subconsciously want to retreat. But the more this kind of surprise happens, the more determination and courage are needed.

A sword is slashed out with the intention of dying with the enemy.

Attack against attack, injury for injury.

Only when the opponent dies first can he have the possibility of survival.

But even in the face of such a fierce and resolute sword, the musician still did not retreat, but sped up and met the blade. In an instant, the blade passed through his shoulder, and the musician's palm pressed against his forehead.

Oops.

It was his last thought.

Then, it went dark in front of me—

In the middle of the night, in a remote area of the Holy City, there was a knock on the door of a porcelain shop.

"Who's coming? ...... so late?"

The guy who was woken up yawned, and through the cat's eye, he saw a half-naked **** man, who was hit the shoulder and was bleeding nonstop. But his face was dull, as if he hadn't woken up.

"I'm sorry, it's closed. He said, "Come back tomorrow." ”

"The old antique asked me to deliver it. ”

Outside the door, the dejected **** man said sluggishly: "Auntie...... Ask me to bring it to him...... A ...... Urgent. ”

The door opened, and a hand reached out and dragged him inside.

But after entering the door, the man collapsed on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The man was stunned, and several people hiding behind the door searched him up and down, but found a letter in his trouser pocket.

The letter seemed to have been ripped out of a random notebook, not even in an envelope, just stacked on top of each other in a mess, and then crumpled into a ball.

Soon, the confused guys came to their senses and quickly began to give first aid to this inexplicable man. And the urgent letter was also delivered to the 'old antique' in the Anglo embassy ten minutes later.

Embassy of Anglo, bedroom.

Maxwell turned on the bedside lamp, put on his eyes, and unfolded the crumpled letterhead.

On the crumpled paper, there are messages like children's graffiti.

[Maxwell, this person wants to kill me, help me investigate my identity.] 】

[Also, thank you.] 】

The inscription is not a name, it is a simple graffiti drawn out casually, and it can be vaguely seen that it is in the shape of a top hat.

Maxwell was stunned, and after a long time, he shook his head helplessly.

"It's not easy to hear a thank you from you. ”

Although he said that, he couldn't help but laugh himself-

The next day, in the afternoon.

Through a layer of thick transparent glass wall, Maxwell took a closer look for a long time.

"IMHO. ”

"You look like you're going to die," he said. ”

"Well, I almost died. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged, "In every sense." ”

On the chair behind the wall was a young man with a pale face and dark eyes, as if he had been evacuated. It's as if a gust of wind blows and you will fall to the ground.

"Headmaster, if you have any potions there, don't save them for the New Year, I'll send a little more to save your life. ”

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and reported a series of potion names, and the corners of Maxwell's mouth twitched after hearing it: How much does this bastard not treat money as money?

Just the first few things, one gram is enough to buy a square meter in the Holy City!

No way.

Last night, Ye Qingxuan could be said to have added to the old wounds that had not healed.

Although the results have been remarkable, the situation is still not optimistic.

He first went head-to-head against a heart-to-heart musician, and then experienced a series of fierce battles.

First, he played Bolero, and with the help of the gap in the enchantment opened by the other party, a thought line spanned two kilometers, enhancing the hint and forcibly connecting the link between the two.

Then, with the ultra-long-distance sensing of the ladder, the resonance was finally forcibly reached.

The final battle seemed to be an understatement, but Ye Qingxuan was in a cage and had already used all his strength. The broken music theory in the body has also been impacted again.

Two kilometers away, without aether induction, it was much more difficult to control the movement remotely than he had imagined, and he had exhausted almost all his efforts.

In the end, it was finally finalized with "Moonlight".

At that time, he had reached the end of his crossbow, and with vague instructions to manipulate the enemy to clean up the scene, he vomited blood and fainted after the delivery was made.

If the other party hadn't been upset because of his counterattack, I'm afraid the ending would not have been as easy as it seemed today.

This battle was almost won like a miracle.

If you can see the light, it will definitely be enough to record the genius deeds in the textbooks, but unfortunately, this kind of thing can only be refreshed in your own heart.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and asked:

"How's it going?

Maxwell sighed.

"It is the killers of the Holy City who have come to kill you. ”

"Cantarella. He said, "Have you ever heard of that name?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I've heard a little." ”

"In the earliest days, this was a means used by six generations of popes to purge dissidents. ”

Maxwell said, "If you get in the way of His Majesty, he will invite you to dinner with him, and bring you a glass of wine at dinner."

You have to drink it politely, praise Your Majesty, and enjoy the delicious food.

That night in your sleep, you can die. ”

Ye Qingxuan listened and nodded: "At least it sounds like the Holy City at that time was very polite." ”

"It is said that the six generations of popes themselves died under this poisonous wine, and since then it has become a taboo and is no longer used. And the killers continued to use that name. They are raised by the great men of the Holy City, waiting to appear when necessary. ”

Maxwell paused and looked pity: "Unfortunately, you met one of them. ”

"How's he doing?"

"Dead. ”

Maxwell said: "The chantist of the autopsy told me that a deadly group of strains was parasitic in his stomach that would explode as long as there was no antidote for twenty-four hours, and the whole person would be turned into a medium for mushrooms from the inside out.

To be honest, I can't eat until now. ”

“......”

After hearing this, Ye Qingxuan sighed after being silent for a while: "It seems that what I committed is really big." ”

"It's not enough. ”

Maxwell's expression was complicated: "In front of everyone in the world, you cut off the head of a 'hero' in front of the gates of the Holy City. ”

"Even if the so-called heroes are fake. ”

"Whether it's true or not, it undermines the majesty of the Holy City.

There has never been such an act of arrogance in decades.

Especially now, the relationship between the Holy City and the countries is becoming more and more sensitive, and even the slightest spark can become a disaster...... You have angered many of the old antiques in the Holy City, and in their opinion, this loss must be paid for by your death. ”

"Is that so?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "I didn't expect to poke a big basket." ”

"You can appreciate how hard it is for a poor old man to wipe your ass, right?" Maxwell shook his head and sighed, "At least say a few more thanks, and make me feel some comfort." ”

"Maxwell. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at his pretended calm expression, with a serious expression:

"If the real thing is irreversible, don't do anything in vain.

If you want to do something for me, help me take care of my teacher, and Shirao, and remember to help me get that idiot out of Shire.

So I have no regrets. ”

"Idiot, what a stupid thing to say. ”

Maxwell laughed, as if he had heard a child's joke.

"Ye Qingxuan, you are my heir, the future sword bearer, and the president of the Royal Academy of Music. I'm not going to watch you hang on the gallows.

You'll walk out of here safe and sound, I swear. ”

"So, rest well, and I'll take care of the rest. ”

He got up, put on his hat, and smiled reassuringly: "Maybe when you come out, you'll be able to listen to the Pope's New Year's Gospel at Winter Twilight." ”

Ye Qingxuan said goodbye to him and watched him turn around and leave.

After a long time, he muttered softly.

"I hope so. (To be continued.) )