For the first time, Ye Qingxuan experienced this kind of frustration that no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't move forward.

Although it is not serious enough to constitute a blow, it can be expected that over time, after three or four years of being stuck, you will enter a crazy predicament.

So many musicians, at the cost of falling, also want to break this high wall that blocks the way.

In the face of it, you must pay any price and have the determination to give up everything, otherwise you must be prepared to never be able to move forward in this life.

Ye Qingxuan sighed, closed his eyes, stretched out his palm towards the sky, and the soft notes sounded with the pressing of his fingertips.

So, he saw that the fog gradually dissipated, and the invisible sea of ether gradually revealed in front of him that it was so large that it filled the whole heaven and earth.

Compared to it, its own existence is so small that it can barely be called dust.

And it was in this dust that gradually a sense of non-existence extended out, heading towards the depths of the aetheric sea.

Ye Qingxuan could sense that the four paths were slowly unfolding in front of him.

The four paths, long and short, lead in four different directions, and they represent the four factions they control.

One of them seems to be the convergence of countless stars, and the stars move, illuminating the fog for him and faintly pointing out the direction of the end, which is the path of music theory of the Apocalyptic School.

An ethereal image is like an illusion, if there is nothing, that is the path of the school of illusion.

A path stretched from his feet, spiraling upwards, and countless blurred faces emerged, staring at him, as if filled with infinite magic, bewitching him to come forward. Towards the end.

This is the school of psychology.

And the last path, the longest and most sturdy, stretched out from his body, leading to the sky, and firmly upward. Inch by inch, we must approach the core of all things.

This is the forbidden school, and it is also the school that Ye Qingxuan currently has the deepest mastery.

He could feel that just a little bit, just a little bit away, his consciousness could pass through the path of the musician, enter the core of the Aether Sea, and then project into the Aether Realm, riveting the origin for himself and resonating with the world. Step into the resonance level.

It's just a line away.

But this line is as long as the abyss.

Ye Qingxuan knew that if he couldn't break through the barrier of his knowledge, he would never be able to cross that line of distance.

That's why I feel upset.

If there was a way to easily cross the past, would the barrier of knowledge still be called a barrier to despair?

The number of people who can cross this barrier with their own strength is just a handful of musicians in the world. The cost of borrowing the Holy Spirit or falling is so small that it is so easy to be driven mad by the difficulties in front of you.

Ye Qingxuan retracted the induction. Reopen your eyes.

"Isn't it time to eat?"

He muttered to himself and touched his belly. My stomach growled with hunger.

Still in a state of idleness. During the day, when I was idle, I would go to Elder Caligula's house to visit the door, discuss the classics and history, and talk about the shortcomings of the family.

However, he gained a lot of Romulus's ancient history, as well as the forbidden medicine that the elders gave him a handful. The former Ye Qingxuan kept it in mind, and the latter threw it directly into the trash can after going out.

Other than that, nothing.

Occasionally go to the Order to see if the priest has any research on the virus.

As for the Yellow King, he had long since forgotten about it. Anyway, he didn't go out for His Majesty's reward.

Just as he was tossing and turning in the recliner. At noon, when it was time to eat scones or nibble on some dry food, a shadow fell on his face.

"Yo, still in the sun?"

The white-haired elder from the east bent down to look at him and smiled.

"Mr. Hu, are you taking a walk again?"

Ye Qingxuan got up. Invited him to a seat and poured him a cup of coffee brewed on the small stove next to him.

"My name is walking. ”

Mr. Hu held the quilt and sighed: "It turns out that I like to walk very much. When I was studying with my teacher, my teacher told me to go out for a walk if I was in a bad mood or if I couldn't make up my mind about something. ”

"Does it work?"

"Probably useful, right?"

Mr. Hu scratched his head: "Once, my teacher went to meet the emperor, and when he came back, he had doubts and took me for a walk. Starting from the imperial capital, I walked westward, walked for ten years, and slowly walked back.

In the end, the teacher finally figured it out. ”

Ye Qingxuan was very curious, and he didn't know what the problem was that Mr. Hu's teacher thought about it for more than ten years before he figured it out:

"And then?"

"Later?" Mr. Hu shrugged: "Then he died, I returned to the imperial capital with his ashes, and he was enshrined in the Lingyan Building, and now, many years have passed." ”

“......”

Ye Qingxuan didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh for a long time and sigh: "The East is really magical." ”

"yes, it's a good place. ”

Mr. Hu took out his thin cigarette stick, skillfully stuffed the tobacco, lit it, and after two deep breaths, spit out a puff of green smoke. When he did this, he squatted on the ground, not like a master who was a teacher, but like an old peasant who was lazy and lazy, smoking happily and comfortably.

"Hey, boy. He suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to the East?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"You should go. ”

Mr. Hu glanced at his gray hair and pointed pointedly: "Otherwise, it would be a pity." ”

The boy was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but scratch his head:

"Sir, nothing to be sorry for. There are only a few things that a person like me can do - if you do it well, everything will be fine, and if you don't do it well, everything will be over.

But now, I'm too busy to do what I'm supposed to do, so where can I think about the things of the East?"

“...... Have you ever thought that there is something waiting for you there?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and shook his head:

"Never. ”

Mr. Hu nodded, and suddenly laughed softly.

"So be it. He let out a sigh of relief and got up, "That's actually pretty good." ”

He bowed his head to say goodbye, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.

"Mr. Hu. You're a big man in the country, and you must have your own opinions on music theory, right?"

Mr. Hu looked at him suspiciously and nodded.

Then the boy smiled happily and rubbed his hands together:

"There's a problem. Can I please?"

Half an hour later, in the lobby of the hotel, in a secluded corner.

"I see. ”

After listening to the confusion in Ye Qingxuan's heart and the current predicament, Mr. Hu nodded thoughtfully.

Soon, he asked with a straight face: "Ye Qingxuan, have you ever thought about what is the origin of the world, and how are all things generated and evolved?"

"Nope. Ye Qingxuan shook his head.

"The nature of time and space, the laws of nature. Does the soul exist?"

"I don't know. ”

"The relationship between man and the world?"

"Didn't think about it. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head sharply, but Mr. Hu looked at him with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to pierce his disguise: "Have you not thought about it, or do you not want to think about it?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and his expression stiffened. After a long time, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "What do you mean, sir?"

"'The metaphysical is the way, and the metaphysical is the instrument.'" This is an ancient interpretation of the path of the musician in the East. That is, outside and inside. The musicians have seven series, which can be distinguished by this.

If. If I guessed correctly......"

He stretched out his hand, clasped Ye Qingxuan's vein, and lightly pressed his three fingers, sensing the young man's heart, and his expression was abrupt:

"Is there still a ban on revelation, psychic physiognomy, and illusion......? Ye Qingxuan, how long has it been since you dreamed?"

"Dreaming?"

Ye Qingxuan was confused: "I have ...... every day"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Until now. He realized that he didn't seem to have dreamed for a long time.

I don't know when I stopped dreaming, and I can't remember any dreams. Looking back now, he only remembered a long time ago. The man said to himself in the dream, "Go to the end of the dream......

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly darkened, and he smiled reluctantly: "Does this have anything to do with my obstacle of perception?"

"That's your problem. ”

Mr. Hu took the thin cigarette stick in his hand and asked lightly: "Ye Qingxuan, in addition to the forbidden way of focusing on ether, you have also cultivated almost all the 'self path', but there is a deviation between your self and reality.

You've been aware of this for a long time, haven't you?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

But Mr. Hu was right.

He may have sensed that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell where it was.

"That's why you feel like you're out of place with so many musicians.

Because you never feel like you're in the same world as them, and you don't feel like you're a musician. So many people come to mediocrity and go to the next place, but you are mixed in, but you are like a bystander, and there is no way to blend in.

It's like a zebra that can't find a home among black and white horses. ”

Mr. Hu stared at him with pity and sympathy in his eyes.

"Ye Qingxuan, what if one day, you find that this world is completely different from what you think?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and was speechless.

Mr. Hu got up to say goodbye and patted him on the shoulder:

"—The obstacle to your knowledge is here. ”――

Late at night, in the room, Ye Qingxuan finally woke up from his contemplation.

To be honest, there really wasn't anything he could do about it, and if the question was an obstacle to his knowledge, then he really couldn't find some clue to answer it.

"So, it's up to you?"

He looked up at the table in front of him, on which was a decaying skull, and his eyes were dark, as if it contained the original darkness of the universe and all the unknowable secrets.

-- The Skull of True Knowledge--

Before you know it, it's the end of the month.,Come to a wave of monthly passes, friends.,I think this ranking is a little dangerous.。 (To be continued.) )