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How many people scattered the precious music that they couldn't ask for, and the profound music theory was scattered on the ground at will, and was swept by the night breeze outside the window, but no one cared.

Ye Qingxuan was lying in the pile of books, with a stuffed ashtray in front of him.

He snuffed out the last cigarette butt and closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep.

It's not that you can't sleep, it's that there's no way to fall asleep.

A few days ago, because I was worried about Charles, I couldn't sleep, but fortunately, he has the music theory of the Philosopher's Stone in his body, and his physique is far beyond ordinary people, not to mention ten days, even if he doesn't sleep for a month, he needs to recuperate for a period of time at most. It will not die suddenly like ordinary people.

But when Charles was safe, he realized that he couldn't sleep.

These days, he has been bored with composing, and he has picked up so many precious music theories and movements from the silent mechanism, and his own music theory has improved by leaps and bounds, but now, he has gone too far......

Once his consciousness is a little blurred and the music theory in his body is out of control, he will spontaneously operate, just like the weeds after the spring rain, the horses in the wasteland, once they lose control, they will run wildly.

It's too strong.

It's so strong that he can't even control it himself.

It was as if a thousand hands were tugging at his mind, and he had to suppress this power all the time.

That's not good.

If he couldn't find a way to master this part of the music theory that was too strong, Ye Qingxuan might have to find a few precept musicians to seal himself.

"As I said earlier, it's not the music theory, it's yours. ”

Lola's voice came from the moonlight, as if in her ears: "Ye Qingxuan, since you riveted the origin and stepped into the resonance, you have been a dream weaver.

But until now, you don't know how a true dreamweaver should use his powers......"

Ye Qingxuan suddenly had a headache and scratched his messy hair.

"It's useless for you to blame me. ”

He said: "If you want to blame Ye Lanzhou, that bastard, how about abandoning his wife's conscience, he has not known his life and death for so many years, and he has not even left a last word."

Up to now, the Ye family has died to the point that only one seedling like me is left, not to mention the Dream Weaver, I don't even know where to go to the grave to burn paper money for those lonely souls and wild ghosts, okay?"

"......" Lola was silent for a while.

But Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh and scratch his messy hair.

"Dreamweaver...... What a hassle. ”

Dream weaver.

The unique advancement inherited in the blood of heaven and man of the Ye clan was all formed by the heads of the family in the past generations.

Since ancient times, there have been many musicians who have engraved music with their bodies, such as Xiaoyuan of the Shixin School, and there are also many factions that have inherited music theory by blood, among which the blood of heaven and man is the representative.

But very few people think about going one step closer and doing something in their own consciousness.

Anyone who dares to do this is crazy.

Except for Yip's.

Yip forges ether and music theory into consciousness, using the dream of the self as a medium to carry the rudiments of the elements.

The body, the bloodline, and the consciousness are fused together with the heavenly ladder formed by the Nine Heavens Ring, achieving a perfect balance.

Since the beginning of the resonance level, the majestic road to the scepter has been paved, and since then, it has naturally achieved twice the result with half the effort.

From the moment Ye Qingxuan became a musician's apprentice, the prototype of the dream began to brew. Silently drawing strength from Ye Qingxuan's consciousness and music theory, as Ye Qingxuan stepped into the resonance, it was time for him to blossom and bear fruit as he advanced to the dream weaver.

"It's a pity that you don't have a dream to do. Lola sighed: "With nothing to rely on and nowhere to return to the ether, you will naturally feel upset." ”

Ye Qingxuan asked, "Is this situation very common?"

"Never. ”

Lola replied, "Most dreamweavers have thought about their aether dreams before they advance to the next level. Only you have never thought about it so far.

Besides, you bastard has lacked a desire for Dayuan from the beginning, and you have simply used music theory and movement as a tool, where in the world is there a musician like you?"

"Hey Lola, I dreamed of being a musician. ”

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hands: "I don't want this enough?"

"Wanting to do and liking to do are two different things. ”

Lola snorted, "If being a cook can fulfill your wishes, I guess you must be the best chef in Avalon right now." But would you put the slightest effort into being the best chef in the world?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

"That's the problem, Ye Qingxuan. ”

Lola sighed: "For you, the identity of 'musician' is just a job. How have you ever made it your life's work? I think you prefer to follow Abraham as a scholar of ancient history......"

"It's a big deal, I'll just have a dream. Ye Qingxuan's mouth stiffened: "Anyway, as long as it's a dream, it's fine, right?"

Lola asked rhetorically, "If it's okay to dream casually, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was speechless, and after a long time, he sighed irritably: "How did Ye Lanzhou solve it back then?"

"I don't know. Lola shook her head, "When I met him, he was already a dreamweaver. As for what his dream is, I believe you already have a deep understanding. ”

The moon is born on the sea.

Mountains and flowing water, the chapter of the bright moon.

Isn't it just a deep understanding?

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up: "I've learned moonlight, can't I make a cottage according to the gourd painting?"

Then, Lola's cold water was poured down mercilessly.

"Moonlight, not the bright moon. ”

Lola said: "Light is the application of the surface, and the moon is the essence of the inside."

You are good at application, but you don't know anything about the essence of the moon on the sea.

You've always been like this, good at application, but lacking interest in the core, purely using movement and music theory as a tool. But if you are a little interested, there will not be such an embarrassing situation as now. ”

"He taught me. Ye Qingxuan's mouth was stiff: "It doesn't make sense, you can't copy it." ”

"He's just showing you the way. ”

"Road?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I didn't see anything ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was stunned.

Dreams, the end of dreams...... The end of the dream...... Go to the end of the dream!

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan suddenly bounced up from the ground and patted his head vigorously: "How did I forget this!"

Ye Lanzhou left clues for himself at the beginning.

But he found a different direction.

The end of the dream......

Late at night, the wolf flute was woken up by Ye Qingxuan from his dream.

After a long time, he rubbed his eyes and pushed the door open, and when he saw Ye Qingxuan's eyes red in front of the door, he showed a bitter expression: "What's the matter?"

Yezi, I know you're in a very anxious mood right now, but you always want people to sleep, right? Isn't everyone like you, sleepless and working 24 hours a day like a machine, I've just laid down, my eyes haven't closed yet, and I have to work until tomorrow, right?"

Ye Qingxuan held his hand and solemnly pleaded:

"Do me a favor. ”

“......”

The wolf flute was stunned, and after being silent for a while, he took out a flattened cigarette case from his pocket, turned out a crooked cigarette roll, lit it and took a few deep breaths, shook his head, and finally sobered up.

"Say it. ”

He sighed, "What have you done again? Can I, the most wasteful master of scepters ever, be able to cover it?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "You know that the favor I want you to help is definitely not this." ”

He was stunned for a moment, "You want to take the Charlesama with you?"

"Not really. ”

Then the wolf flute's expression became more and more sad.

"Can I not help?"

"Wolf Flute, you're a good friend of mine. Ye Qingxuan pressed his shoulder, his eyes sincere: "Between good friends, it is always appropriate to help each other, right?"

“......”

Wolf Flute's expression suddenly became very exciting: "Why does the word good friend smell of scum when it comes out of your mouth?"

Ye Qingxuan asked bluntly: "What did Ye Lanzhou do in the Holy City back then, how can you know a little bit about it after you have been in the Silent Institution for so long?"

I'm talking about the hundred-armed giant. ”

“...... You know all this?"

The wolf flute was stunned for a long time, and shook his head with a wry smile: "You wait for me to change my clothes." ”

Five minutes later, the wolf flute was dressed and back in front of the door.

"Let's go. ”

He smoked a cigarette and led the way in front: "Follow me." ”

-

Two hours later, Ye Qingxuan took the elevator to the Silent Organ's Forbidden Document Preservation Center.

There was still silence in the eerie tomb-like library.

But Ye Qingxuan was relaxed and did not feel the slightest discomfort, but it was better to say that he was like a fish in water. It's the same in the Royal Library anyway, except for the lack of lights, it doesn't seem to make a difference.

If he hadn't known that he was in a foreign country, he would have called Gawain out again to talk.

Soon, he met the withered and old gnome administrator behind the counter.

"Mr. Administrator, we're going to have access to some of the files. The wolf flute spoke.

"Why are you again...... Oh, there's a new face, your friend?"

The dwarf glanced at Ye Qingxuan and stretched out his hand: "Do you have permission?"

"Nope. Wolf Flute shook his head: "This is a private inquiry, without any authorization, and we don't want anyone to know." ”

The dwarf bar clicked his mouth, and it was not strange:

"Then it's going to be according to the rules, who will pay the price?"

The wolf flute stepped aside, revealing Ye Qingxuan, who was dazed behind him:

"Him. ”

The dwarf bowed his head and took an ancient bronze balance from under the counter and placed it on the table.

The ancient scales are decorated with ornate patterns, which seem to faintly echo somewhere far away, exuding quiet fluctuations.

"I don't care what you want to know, I don't care what you want to do. ”

The dwarf said lightly: "When you come here, you have to abide by my rules."

-- Let's swap it.

Knowledge is valuable, exchange what you know with it. Write down the keywords you want to know on a piece of paper, put them on the left, and it will weigh them. If you can offer something of equal value, the deal can be successful. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at the scale: "Anything can be used to make a transaction?"

"It doesn't matter if it's music theory, music, information, secrets, even gossip magazines and street gossip, as long as it's knowledge. ”

The dwarf said lightly, "This is one of the entrances to the Nibelungen, leading to the realm of the all-knowing sage, and even the 'lighthouse' is only a part of it.

As long as you pay enough, even the color of the Pope's bottoms can tell you. ”

"Okay, then help me see what color the Pope's bottoms are. ”

Ye Qingxuan became excited, rubbed his hands, and without waiting for the wolf flute to stop him, he wrote the keyword 'the color of the Pope's underwear' on the slip of paper and placed it on the left side of the scale.

(To be continued.) )