Crown of Silence

Just above the second floor, amidst the sounds of countless water collisions, the shocking and noisy sound of the piano spread from Bain's hands, spreading equally in all directions and downwards. Ba Shu 69 new

The sound of the piano that was originally like running water suddenly became violent and turned into fire and lava, completely igniting all pretense.

"Write it down!"

Bain stared coldly at the candidates at his feet, his eyes as disdainful as staring at dust. On the crystal-like floor, his shadow spread downwards, like an amorphous and terrifying creature, violating the laws, rapidly expanding, stabbing. Into everyone's shadow.

In an instant, everyone straightened up involuntarily and grabbed their pens as if they had been struck by thunder.

A voice roaring like a demon sounded from the heart of every candidate:

"——Write down all the most painful secrets in your hearts!"

The harsh sound soared, like the friction between a chain saw and a sword!

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"Dad, brother, I'm sorry for you!"

In the examination room, a young man who looked about seventeen years old suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears. He grabbed a pen and wrote crazily on the blank examination paper:

"I'm sorry, I'm incompetent and didn't study music theory properly. I've brought shame on my family... Please forgive me!"

In his writings, the face of a poor family emerges. Men who worked hard, borrowed large sums of money, and educated the youngest themselves. He took care of himself since childhood, but gradually became estranged from his brother because of money when he grew up. And I find it difficult to achieve good results no matter what...

"Hahaha! You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

In the corner, a man with red eyes laughed wildly, holding a pen in his hand, stabbing the air in front of him crazily like a knife, writing names one by one on the paper.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Severus... a dozen names all had a huge cross on them, like a death list. He drooled and smiled ferociously: "Everyone, go to hell! Anyone who blocks Uncle Draco from reviving the family will die!"

"Give me the money first, I want a deposit!"

A stooped and skinny candidate had a fiery light in his eyes, and he wrote his plan quickly on the paper: "I promise you, all of you. As long as I sneak into the academy, I will help you steal that thing..."

…

On the second floor, the examiners stared coldly at the ugliness in the examination room, recording their performance indifferently behind their lists.

"Didn't you think he was a spy?"

Someone saw the hunched candidate and shook his head coldly: "After the exam is over, hand it over to the Discipline Department."

The female examiner in charge of the northeast corner raised her hand: "We also found two here. They are undercover agents sent by other schools to infiltrate the academy."

"This person actually wants to take advantage of his own sister? If he has bad character, throw him out."

"If you have a sinister personality, drive him out."

"There is actually a murderer? Pass it to the National Police Agency."

"This man forged the medical examination report and kicked him out."

This is the last difficulty hidden in this exam. Under the guidance of the music that unknowingly penetrates into everyone's heart, everyone will involuntarily reveal the deepest secrets in their hearts.

Besides, this is the ‘Shadow of Torture’ played by official musicians.

Even spies who have undergone counter-torture cannot hide, let alone a group of weak-minded minors?

A cold smile appeared on Bain's lips. When his eyes passed over the young man in the center of the examination room, he was stunned.

In his seat, Ye Qingxuan held his head with difficulty and twisted in pain, as if he was struggling in a nightmare. The palm of my hand twitched, but I refused to grab the pen.

His mind was resisting, strongly resisting the erosion of the music.

"really."

Bain sneered knowingly and raised the sound of the piano: "Let me see, what shameful things are hidden in your little heart?"

On the seat, the boy's body twisted wildly, like a dying snake. The palm of my hand clutched the pen tightly, but I refused to write down a single word.

He is still resisting! Resist hard...

"speak out."

Bain roared, and the sound of the piano increased two octaves and became sharper.

"..."

The white-haired boy was convulsing in pain, his body shaking violently. It was almost too much for him to bear.

"Say it to me!" It was as if a devil was roaring in my ears, shocking your heart. The sound of the piano became louder and louder.

As if a strong electric current passed through his body, Ye Qingxuan suddenly jumped up from his seat, his eyes turning white.

He still gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

In the end, the sound of the piano was like countless glass shattering in an instant, and iron slag falling from the sky, rubbing against each other... The harsh sound almost affected other examiners present. Unconsciously, it has exceeded the safety threshold by more than three times!

This is no longer a gentle examination, but a vicious torture of the soul!

Terrible pressure that even adults cannot bear!

"Say them all!"

Bain's eyes turned blood red, containing the malice and madness of the whole hell, and his voice echoed in the young man's heart like thunder: "Tell me all your dirty secrets!"

Click!

As if the last string had broken, the boy's body suddenly froze. He held his pen and opened his mouth with difficulty. He raised his head and stared at the invisible sky, his eyes rolling white.

Under the vicious persecution, his defense finally collapsed completely.

"Yes, say it."

Bain laughed happily: "Say it! Speak it! The biggest secret in your heart... all your thoughts in the gutter will be exposed to the sun!"

As he laughed wildly, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth with difficulty and praised in a painful voice:

"——!"

"..."

For a moment, Bain was stunned: "...Huh?!"

“I will fill this river and make it flow, for your sake, my Lord, for your sake.”

The young man recited attentively, spread out his hands, and drew a holy emblem in the air: "Our Father in heaven, may your name be hallowed! May your kingdom come! May your will be done on earth, as it should be. in the sky……"

Under the afternoon sun, the young man put his hands on his chest and was moved to tears by God's teachings, praising the glory of the Lord devoutly. In the vague halo, his figure looked like a saint... How strange!

What the hell is this? !

What the hell is this!

What the hell is going on!

Bain's complexion turned from livid to red, and he felt what it means to collapse...

In the afternoon sunshine, the examination room looked like a madhouse.

Some people cursed fate angrily, some shed tears in fear, and some greedily thirsted for money. Someone was doing a striptease while writing pornographic novels. Someone wrote with a ferocious face how to kill all the brothers and sisters who competed with him for inheritance rights one by one.

In the midst of the chaos of the demons, only the white-haired young man shed two lines of tears of pity for the world, and immersed himself in copying the immortal classics from a hundred years ago, the dogma engraved in every devout believer.

——"Self-cultivation of Clergy"

His smile was compassionate and his tears were pitiful, just like that of a flawless saint, as if the Lord descended from heaven and landed on him. On his fingertips, an inconspicuous ring quietly reflected the silver light.

Oh God, praise you, hallelujah! !

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Ye Qingxuan had a dream, and the dream was blurry.

At first, noisy sounds came from all directions, and pain filled my heart.

But just when he was about to lose his strength, all the noisy sounds suddenly disappeared, as if the dream had angrily rebounded the external noise.

All the torture dissipated and he returned to the church.

Under the afternoon sun, Father Ben held this classic in his hand and guided him to sing hymns with serious eyes. The elegant poetry almost moved Ye Qingxuan to tears.

He was immersed in this strange emotion and praised this great god loudly, unable to control himself. Work hard to copy God's teachings and famous sayings of saints.

In this dream, everything seemed normal, except that the ring was slightly hot and shining with a strange light.

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When he woke up it was late afternoon, almost evening.

He found that he was no longer in an examination room, but leaning on a soft chair. This was an office, spacious and bright.

Opposite him, a livid-faced Ben put down the rattle in his hand and gave him a fierce look.

"Ye Qingxuan?" he asked.

Ye Qingxuan nodded blankly.

"Congratulations, you passed the written test."

Bain gritted his teeth and forced out an ugly smile, "Full marks."

"Hey." Ye Qingxuan smiled sheepishly: "Everyone takes care of me."

Take care of your mother!

Bain wanted to overturn the table again. Recalling the scene in the examination room just now, he felt a little sick.

What kind of medicine did this little lunatic take? ! It's not enough for a person to become insane for no apparent reason, and he becomes possessed by a magic stick. On the spot, more than a dozen guilty candidates were influenced. Everyone cried and hugged his thighs, praying for the Lord's forgiveness, and then changed their ways... Then everyone's written confessions seemed to have been washed by the holy light. Same, as innocent as a little lotus!

The Royal Academy of Music has a history of 100 years! This exam was conducted more than forty times! This shit has never happened!

Because of this bastard, the passing rate this time was over 80%! But Bain was the one who brought this matter upon himself, and he had no choice but to swallow all the consequences... The aristocratic faction's vigorous counterattack could only end in vain...

Thinking of this, Bain couldn't help but want to grab this little bastard and beat him up. But thinking of the recommendation letter whose authenticity was unknown, he could only suppress his anger and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Don't be happy too early, little bastard. The exam is not over yet, we will see!

"Because it is difficult to gather teachers from various colleges, the actual test can only be held ten days later."

He forced a smile and maintained a gentle voice: "In addition to the exams, there will also be on-site department assignments. I look forward to your performance then."

"Actual test? What is that?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and had an ominous premonition.

"Don't you know?"

Bain asked knowingly, but looked surprised: "The Royal Conservatory of Music has always required equal emphasis on knowledge and practice, so practical testing is also an important part of the examination."

He paused and said softly: "This link is mainly to determine the basic quality of the candidates. As long as they can use the notes correctly and interact with the 'ether', it will be fine. But for outstanding candidates like you, think about it. Not a problem."

After saying that, he subtly glanced at Ye Qingxuan's eyes and sneered softly in a voice that only he could hear. Of course, people like you who have never interacted with the ether, wwｗ.ans． are naturally different.

Ye Qingxuan was petrified.

After a long silence, he asked softly: "...What if you don't pass?"

"Brush off." Bain spread his hands lightly, his voice cold.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Brush off definitely doesn't mean washing dishes for the Royal Academy of Music. If you don't pass, you really won't even have the chance to wash dishes! But the problem is that, except for the last time when he was dying in the jungle, Ye Qingxuan hasn't sensed the ether for nearly ten years!

"This... can't you make some concessions?" Ye Qingxuan asked weakly.

"No."

Bain shook his head: "Have you heard of a magician without magic power?"

Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant and fell silent.

A magician without magic power is not a magician, and can only perform tricks on the street. Similarly, what does a musician who cannot control ether have to do with a musician?

Wouldn't it be better to go to the tavern and play the three-stringed harp?

Ye Qingxuan had planned everything, but he didn't expect that this would be required for admission.

He thought he would have plenty of time to solve his problems after admission, but he didn't expect the test to come so soon. He turned around silently, asked where the ether balls were sold, and went straight to the store.

Ten days later, the actual test. No time for hesitation and nonsense.

Only if you pass can you step on the door of the musician's road.

If you don't pass, everything is over.