"If you want to be a musician, you need to understand what a musician is.

After all the decorations and all the glory, the musician is just a simple profession. We can't even say that we love music compared to the musicians of the Dark Ages. We can't say that we sacrifice more than others......

But without a doubt, the best person to communicate with the ether is us.

The people who know best what ether is are are also us. ”

"Aether is everywhere, and they are part of this world, even before we exist. They are all present in soil, water, flames, and atmosphere.

But unlike them, all aethers react to, and only to, sound.

Do you understand this premise?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"In the beginning, humans communicated with the Aether through runes, which secretly transcribed the voices of the gods and composed music that could shake reality.

These notes are called 'lune' in some places, 'fuji' in others, and 'mantra' in the East. At that time, humans used to chant runes to communicate with the ether.

Although many things have changed with the times, runes have evolved into bars, and bars have evolved into movements...... Until the 'symphony' that can be formed only when dozens of musicians are released together.

The classification of musicians is also becoming more and more detailed, there are hundreds of special professions on the seven specialized paths, and the exploration of the sages has formed the road to heaven of the 'Nine Levels of Musicians', and it is not even delusional to enter the 'Great Source' again......

However, before that, there is one iron rule that has always remained the same - sense the ether, fear the ether!"

The wolf flute stared at Ye Qingxuan's pale face, repeatedly sensed, and slowly shook his head:

“...... You can't sense the ether, Leaf. ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent, and after a long time, he whispered, "Mr. Wolf Flute." I can learn an instrument and I can even ......"

"No, you can't. ”

The wolf flute's eyes were serious: "A man who has never been close to an animal cannot control a galloping horse, and a man who lives in the desert cannot be said to be a strong swimmer."

Ye, maybe you have a lot of reasons why you have to become a musician. But if you can't even sense the aether, then any practice that skips this step is in vain.

If you can't sense the aether, you don't know what the aether is doing.

When the time comes, it's a lucky thing if your music doesn't work. Because once some runes get out of control, they will have tragic consequences......"

He paused, his eyes painful: "The smallest mistakes I have ever seen are paid for by death. It is precisely in order to avoid this kind of accident that towns must be built in places where ether is scarce, and in important places, even set up silent enchantments, and the ether must be forcibly frozen. Even after the musician is promoted, he must unify the heart sound and remove all the noise interference in the body. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt that he had said too much.

For the person in front of him, the more he speaks, the more cruel it is to him. Because he will become more and more aware of how far away the world he longs for is.

But Ye Qingxuan was still looking at him, so he couldn't bear to stop.

He sighed: "Ye, those words just now should be rewarded for your labor." But I can't talk too much about it, this knowledge is blocked and cannot be opened to the general public.

If you're still interested, what you see next should be my final admonition. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hands without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to answer.

He stopped laughing, and his face became serious and pale.

Under Ye Qingxuan's gaze, the wolf flute leaned against the wall, folded his hands in front of his chest, and took a deep breath.

As the long breath ended, wisps of sound spread along with his long groan. The sound was deliberately suppressed, incomparably subtle, like a faint sound of the wind, and like a subtle sound like a snake letter.

But in this ethereal sound, the air in front of the wolf flute suddenly blurred!

Strands of light converged, gathering three feet in front of him, surging and brewing. Then, in full bloom. They converge into crystals and grow in mid-air, reflecting the shadow of a rose. The roses reflect the faint rainbow light, which is magnificently intoxicating.

Immediately afterwards, the silky voice suddenly changed, only a slight jump, but off track.

And so, the magnificent flowers turned into a dirty dark red and dark green, a disgusting mixture of colors, and quickly shriveled and collapsed into a point, and the crystals shattered and exploded.

- Smack!

The sound of the explosion woke the sluggish teenager.

The wolf flute lowered his hand and gasped heavily, a cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"That's the note that's out of control, Leaf. ”

The wolf flute wanted to raise his hand, but his body couldn't use his strength, so he could only smile bitterly: "That's all for today, Ye, I'm a little sleepy, let me sleep for a while." ”

Just when Ye Qingxuan said goodbye and was about to leave, he stopped him again.

"Ye, even if you don't become a musician, life can be very beautiful. The wolf flute on the hospital bed stared at him: "Don't be overly obsessed with its aura. ”

"I see. Ye Qingxuan smiled reluctantly and closed the door for him.

After a long time, there was another knock on the door. Before he could reply, Father Bane pushed the door open.

"He's gone. ”

Wolf Flute said lazily: "Congratulations, you will get a qualified little priest, but next time can you go and tell him such cruel things yourself?"

Fr. Bane asked, "Shouldn't all musicians be cruel?"

"I didn't say you have to be cruel to be a musician...... wolf flute squinted his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "It's just that if you don't be cruel, you'll be very unhappy." ”

"I understand just by looking at you. ”

Bane nodded knowingly, leaving the wolf flute breathless for a long time.

After coughing for a long time, he finally made a voice: "Hey, priest, why are you so bored that you poke young people's dreams to play with soap bubbles? Everyone thought about being a musician when they were young, right? How wonderful a musician is, I was deceived by this dress at the time, thinking that being a musician is handsome and fun, and it can save lives and bring justice...... It turned out to be the hell it is now. Sooner or later, he'll understand. ”

The priest glanced at him coldly and shook his head: "That kid is not the one who dreams of it when he sees the aura, I'm worried that he is pursuing something more dangerous. ”

"Dangerous?"

Wolf Flute smiled: "Can it be more dangerous than my situation?"

Bane seemed to be puzzled, and after pondering for a long time, his brows slowly furrowed:

"You mean, your mission has been leaked?"

"I did come on orders, but my whereabouts should be top secret. Everyone should think that I am now herding sheep in the desert of my hometown. But on the way here, I met a black musician who is wanted all over the world. The worst thing is that he is still the most restrained in my kind of change system, and my ability is completely inadequate.

So, I suspect that the order had been leaked by some people before I received the teacher's letter. And, I suspect something more troublesome. ”

"Huh?"

"The Rain Master may not have been dumped by me. ”

The wolf flute was still laughing, but his eyes were full of coldness when he narrowed the ground: "Maybe he is following me closely, and now he is hiding in this remote town that there is no rescue yet." And I'm ...... It's just powerless. ”

Bane froze.

For a moment, the room was silent.

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Under the noon sun, Ye Qingxuan walked out of the church door alone.

There was the salty smell of waves in the blazing sun, and he squinted at the sun, feeling the sun dispel the chill from his body, but he still felt powerless.

It's like falling from the abyss, just staring at the darkness beneath your feet, and you feel weak.

"You don't have the talent ......"

He muttered softly, as if to himself, and felt a pain in his index finger with the ring, and he reached out to hold it, and the pain disappeared slyly, as if fleeing into the marrow, leaving behind a phantom pain like mockery.

"Talent. ”

He scratched his hair and sat wearily on the pedestal of the statue of the saint. At such times, he suddenly wanted to talk to Vito, and if he was there, at least the two of them could go make some trouble together, or go crazy. Maybe doing something stupid that doesn't solve the problem will make people more comfortable.

But now when he is sad, he can't find this friend, and he feels a little lonely.

But soon, Ye Qingxuan discovered something that made him feel even more uneasy.

- Vito is missing.

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When Ye Qingxuan heard the news that someone had attacked Thomas's brother and broke Martin's hands, it was already afternoon.

He searched every part of the town, but found no trace of Vito. Workers on the docks said they had seen him last night, but he disappeared after going to a toilet with a few other people.

In the dilapidated houses of the town, the homeless and orphans gathered there have not seen Vito return, and there is no trace of the place where they usually hang out. At first, Ye Qingxuan suspected that it was the revenge of the Thomas brothers, and he even ventured to squat outside their house and found that the three brothers were honestly staying at home. The clerk roared at the dejected guards and told them to shove the damn imp into prison.

He didn't know where he had gone, and even the guards couldn't find him.

The town of Root is not a very large place, and there are even fewer places that can be used by a street child.

No one had seen him since the wee hours of last night, and no one cared at all where a little imp with dirty hands and feet was.

All the places don't exist, so where is Vito?

After running for an afternoon, Ye Qingxuan gasped and squatted on the ground, looked around blankly, and then cursed in a low voice.

But when he saw the creature pacing not far away, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's really up to you to find someone!"

He rushed up and hugged the big yellow dog who didn't know where to run every day: "Old Fei, help!"

"Wow~"

In his arms, the dirty old dog looked at him suspiciously, stretched out his tongue stained with saliva and licked his front paws, and then put his front paws on Ye Qingxuan's shoulders...... This is probably Lao Fei's unique comforting action, the whole process is smooth, and there is a trace of grace and luxury, like the atmosphere of a king canonizing a knight, and the dog next to him can never learn.

"Good buddy, it's up to you this time!"

Ye Qingxuan shook Lao Fei: "Quickly find out Vito!"

Lao Fei whipped him with his tail unhappily, motioned for him to put himself down, and then squatted on the ground, as if sticking out his tongue without interest, and skimmed at Ye Qingxuandi, the corners of his eyes were full of disdain.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. ”

Ye Qingxuan squatted down and rubbed its head: "Last night's sausage was left for you!"

Hearing him say this, Lao Fei's dog nose sneezed, his eyes became happy, first turned around and whipped him twice with his tail to cure the 'great disrespect' he had just dared to rub his head, then lowered his head and sniffed around, and began to run in great stride.

After going around the town again, sniffing at the broken houses at the east end of the town, he headed straight to the south.

Ye Qingxuan followed it, passing by the dock, passing by the guardhouse, passing by the back door of the church, and passing by the courtyard of the mayor's house, and finally found that Lao Fei was still running forward......

And they're almost out of town.