Chapter 114 Seven-tone Gate

In the inner hall of Yuheng, Chenji Palace, a unicorn flower pigeon glides down over the courtyard, and then falls on the raised hand of Ouyang Hongye. He gently stroked the pigeon with his empty hand and threw it into the air.

The pigeon fell to the ground, cooed twice, and turned into a little old man in a black and gray feather coat. Although he looks like an old man, he ranks sixth in the intelligence group. His wrinkled skin and drooping eye bags are born, and his age is actually only 200 years old.

He saluted Ouyang Hongye respectfully, and then said, "Lord Hongye! According to our tracking in the past few days, the Red-eared Demon Spirit really met the Wild Scorpion again, and Qingyun gave him an order.

"What is it?" As soon as Ouyang Hongye heard Qingyun's name, he interrupted him urgently.

The flower pigeon quickly responded, "He ordered the red-eared demon to start to act and asked him to close the seven-tone gate!"

"Well done! I will immediately send someone to investigate the matter of Qiyin Gate. Is there anything else to report? Ouyang Hongye thought for a moment and asked.

"No more for the time being!"

After saying that, the flower dove changed back to the appearance of a pigeon, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the air.

Ouyang Hongye has never heard anyone mention the existence of a seven-tone gate in Qingyang, Tucheng, and he doesn't know what the seven-tone gate is used for. After reconvening the close relationship between the Red-eared Demon Spirit and the group of Qingyun, he felt that he was the traitor of the king's city who secretly released Yecha, and an anger rushed to his heart.

But now it's not the time to be immersed in anger. He has to immediately go back to the Ouyang Ancient House to see if Dong Muya and her little friend can find information about the seven-tone gate.

Recently, Dong Muya fell into a bottleneck in the research of Qilie's array, and there was no sense of direction for a while. Compared with Jincheng and Shuicheng, there are few records of the remaining three cities, because these three cities have been relatively closed in the past and managed independently by the city owner.

What the investigation needs is clues, and the clues are often hidden in keywords or key information, even a little bit can play a great role, and now these are what she and Min Entong lack.

To this day, she has admired this talented child. She once thought that her memory and analytical ability of things were superior, but Min Entong was far superior to her.

In the underground database of Ouyang Ancient House, although all the information on the bookshelf is sorted out by her, she sometimes relies on the records in the computer to find those that are not commonly used. However, the eight-year-old child has memorized the use of the database and the order of the data in a short time.

For the same keyword, they investigated separately. Min Entong was always faster than her, and the answer he found was higher in both quantity and efficiency than himself. I have to admit that this child from the strange array does inherit all the good genes of his parents.

On the surface, Min Entong is not interested in anything else except his super terminal MM, but he also has his own ghost idea in his small head.

Recently, he is planning how to make his uncle and Dong Muya meet each other. Compared with the flowers and butterflies flying around his uncle, Dong Muya is the best candidate for his aunt in any way.

Ouyang Hongye returned to Ouyang Ancient House through the mysterious corridor and the maze path. As soon as he pushed the door and entered, he saw the little boy standing by the pond in the courtyard watching the fish. Although Dong Muya has long heard about this genius child, the two met for the first time. In fact, it was because Min Entong had been facing the computer screen for too long that Dong Muya forced him to relax his eyes.

Min Entong was shocked by the strangely dressed Shu who suddenly appeared in front of him. Although he knew a thorough understanding of the demon world, he had never seen a real guy. This uncle looks much more handsome than his own uncle. He seems to have come down from the cover of those ancient romance novels drawn by famous illustrators, especially the two strands of silver wires on both sides of his temples, which reminds Min Entong of Yang Guo, the eagle hero written by Jin Yong.

He thought it was bad this time. The demon world was really full of evil and beautiful men, and his own uncle had no chance. But think about it again, a woman as smart as Dong Muya should not judge people by their appearance. I'd better give this strange man a sway first.

"Shu Yi, who are you?" Min Entong deliberately pretended to be the innocence of a child of the same age and asked ignorantly.

"My name is Ouyang Hongye. Are you Min Entong? I heard Muya mention you!" Ouyang Hongye said as he wanted to reach out and touch Min Entong's head. Unexpectedly, he dodged like a cat.

As soon as he heard that Dong Muya was called Muya, he was a little angry. Then the child's arrogant side was revealed. He puffed his mouth and said, "Well, the red leaf is so kind to my future aunt!"

Ouyang Hongye didn't know what medicine was sold in the little gourd in front of him. He was just curious about how he hadn't returned to Ouyang's ancient house for a few days. How could Dong Muya become his future aunt? He didn't expect that he was still a little uncomfortable when he heard this.

He pretended to be calm and smiled at Min Entong, and then walked down the stairs to the door of the database. The half-closed door floated with a strong smell of smoke and coffee as usual. He went straight to the innermost table and found that Dong Muya rarely lay on the table and fell asleep.

In front of her were a thick pile of students' compositions, a pile of miscellaneous materials and notes, and an array of strange arrays. She was really too tired, but at the same time, she was anxious about the lack of progress and clues in the search. She was anxious and had a low fever, but she didn't know it.

Looking at her like this, how can Ouyang Hongye not feel sad? Just as she was about to call her to get up and go upstairs to sleep, she suddenly woke up and raised her head from the table and stared at him for a long time. Then she rubbed her confused eyes and looked again to make sure that she was not dreaming. She smiled and asked him, "Why are you here?"

"Don't worry so much. Don't you know you're sick? Go upstairs and have a rest!" Ouyang Hongye said in a commanding tone.

Dong Muya touched her face. It was indeed a little hot, but in her opinion, she didn't need to rest, and it must be urgent for Ouyang Hongye to return to Ouyang Ancient House to find her at this time. She asked seriously, "What's the matter?" Tell me quickly. Anyway, I can't rest well if you don't tell me!"

Ouyang Hongye had no choice but to tell her about the seven-tone gate. When she heard the seven-tone gate, she paused for a few seconds, and then suddenly asked him, "Do you know what seven-tone is?"

"Isn't it the doremifasollatido invented by Westerners?" Ouyang Hongye answered her tentatively.

However, she saw Dong Muya shaking her head. In her impression, the knowledge of seven tones is much bigger than that of a simple doremi. It seems that there is a volume called "Seven tones" in Tongzhi, which is dedicated to seven tones. Thinking that she and Min Entong had something to do again, she refused to rest.

Ouyang Hongye had no choice but to go upstairs to change her clothes so that she could go out to buy medicine for her. Because the demon would not have a headache and brain fever, such medicine could not be found in Ouyang's ancient house.

Dong Muya buried herself in the data again and began to search for records about seven tones. Min Entong, on the other hand, focuses on finding out whether there is anything related to the seven-tone gate in the information of the demon world. In the underground database, two people, one big and one small, are very busy facing a computer screen.

Before knowing Dong Muya, Min Entong had thought about the connection between the notebook and the super terminal MM, but it has been delayed. Recently, because he often goes back and forth to Ouyang Guzhai to work with her, he has put his long-standing ideas into reality. Now his notebook has become a Mini version of MM. Although the memory and computing speed are not as fast as the real one, it is much more convenient.

In the past, in the old house where his parents were killed, working alone would somewhat make him a little afraid, but now with Dong Muya, everything has become much easier and happier. He has always decided everything by his own will and solves problems by his own thinking, but recently he has been changing imperceptibly. He has become very obedient to Dong Muya and even depends on her. He will immediately do almost anything she asks him to do.

Dong Muya began to search for Tongzhi, and indeed the thirty-sixth volume was called the Seven-tone Strategy. Among them, the seven tones are described as mysterious and mysterious. It is recorded in the book that the rhyme of the seven tones flows from the Western Regions into the summer. The Western Regions is the general name of the area west of Yumenguan and Yangguan in ancient times, and Zhuxia generally refers to the Central Plains of the Zhou Dynasty.

One of the paragraphs says that foreign monks want to preach to the world with seven tones, because all the sounds between the world, whether it is the sound of cranes, the sound of chickens and dogs, thunder, and mosquitoes can be translated in seven tones, so the human language is even more so. In this way, even if the language is not understood, all people in the world can rely on seven tones to understand the teachings.

As soon as she saw here, she was about to read down, when Min Entong suddenly said, "I can't find the three words of Qiyin Gate, but I found something else. I don't know if it's useful. It is said that the demon clan will use a musical instrument to spend the boring time in planting herbs, which can also relieve fatigue, and this instrument is very similar to the pipa in the world.

"The pipa?!" Dong Muya sighed and began to read to herself, "The pipa is even more seven, synthesizing twelve, the twelve rhythms, the rhythm has seven tones, and the sound is one tone, so it becomes seven tones, the twelve rhythms are combined with eighty-four tones, and the rotations and intersects, all of them are in harmony."

"The rotation intersects, and everything is in harmony?" Min Entong's attention was focused on the last sentence.

"Do you also care about this sentence? First of all, I can be sure that the seven-tone gate should be composed of seven parts, representing Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Jing, Gong, and Yu. Then I guess that closing them is the intersection of what is said here, and then the harmony of the original meaning is the rhythm, and here it is what is tightly combined. Dong Muya said confidently with his intuition.

"Tucheng Qingyang is just divided into seven layers. Will the seven-tone gate be distributed in each layer?" Min Entong agreed with Dong Muya's analysis.

Dong Muya happily stretched out her hand and patted Min Entong's little face twice. She squeezed her eyes at him and said, "Sure enough, it's different to have a clue! I always feel that we are very close to the answer!"

Min Entong's face was red when she patted him. He lowered his head shyly, but he couldn't hide a proud smile at the corners of his mouth.