musicians of old

Chapter 902 Nighttime Travelogue (Part Two): Mozart, Haydn, Handel, and other stars
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Upon hearing Beethoven's words, the gloomy and dilapidated theater was completely reduced to dust!
The magnificent "Ode to Joy" resounded in Fanning's mind in its most complete and complex form!
The lion-like figure vanished, leaving only an empty outline of the command platform.

Fan Ning suddenly stood up from her "audience seat" and bowed deeply and solemnly to the torchbearer of the human spirit!
The thunderous starlight, representing indomitable will and lofty ideals, began to contract and condense inward. All the struggles, all the anger, and all the joy were contained and gathered, becoming an incomparably heavy golden core.

It is the ultimate symbol of individual will defying fate, and the most magnificent declaration of "human beings" as the subject.

It merged into the "night watchman's lamp".

"boom----!!!!"

An achievement that was too brilliant.

It was like igniting a supernova in the silent universe.

The light instantly engulfed everything, illuminating the classical temple of order in the "Gap of Time" as if it were daytime. Fan Ning even felt the empty structure of the void itself tremble under this attack!
Beethoven, the musical saint, brought together the great achievements of Classicism, pioneered Romanticism, and later ascended to a solitary island of self-realization belonging to the eternal divinity of music.

With such an eternal "starlight" as the source of brilliance, all the drifting and lost things within the Hall of Order can be more easily taken in.

Fanning walked deeper into the hall, where the light became more retro, tranquil, and elegant. A rapidly spinning diamond floated out from behind the porch, scattering countless fragments of melodious tunes.

Despite its interior being riddled with tiny, deadly cracks, this does not detract from its pure gold quality and dazzling brilliance.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Images flicker on the mirror behind the corner of the porch: the ghost sometimes laughs at the billiards hall or gambling table, and sometimes writes "Requiem" at an astonishing speed. A mysterious man in black pushes open the door and leaves, his figure flashing past the blurry window, while the heavy phrases of "Lacrimosa" linger in the shadows.

Fanning, whose divine state had been elevated several times, strolled leisurely with a smile. The guitar first casually played the theme of the Piano Sonata in C major, K.330, which then transformed into Papageno's innocent and carefree aria from The Magic Flute. The joyful melody was like rays of sunlight shining down on the corridor. Later, the slow movement of the Clarinet Concerto in A major floated out, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ah, listen, is that the bell tolling for me?" A shadow of Mozart looked up from the window where he was writing his Requiem, his voice playful yet weary.

“No, Master, that was just the lightest serenade you composed for death.” Fan Ning shook his head and smiled, drawing in the diamond’s “starlight.”

He then saw Haydn's ghost standing with his hands behind his back, circling the arcades and columns, occasionally pausing to look up, like a composed architect examining the architectural structure of his symphonies and string quartets.

Fanning's guitar played solemn yet slightly humorous passages from the "Surprise" Symphony, followed by some conversational parts from a string quartet, and the ghost that heard the disturbance turned around.

“Oh, the one who created the ‘Secret of Endless Journey’ is actually a young man. Young people always say that I laid the foundation for the rules, yet they also call me an ‘outdated’ father.” Hayden’s voice was gentle and kind, but tinged with melancholy.

“But, Haydn, ‘father’,” Fanning responded with a smile and a wave, “all the later ‘Fourth String’ and symphonies, no matter how rebellious they became as they grew up, all learned to walk and run in the courtyard you personally planned.”

After Haydn's figure disappeared, Fanning had a peculiar and solid "sound brick" in his hand.

Fan Ning quickened his pace through the halls, further stimulating the operation and guidance of the "Unending Secret".

After the "starlight" of Beethoven, Mozart, and Haydn was retrieved from the depths of the virtual world, everything fell into place more naturally.

The entire starry dome of the classical hall was illuminated within a few breaths.

Those "starlight" originally hidden deep within the halls of power: Gluck's operatic reforms, Goethe's quest in Faust, Schiller's praise and call for freedom, David's neoclassical compositions imbued with the beauty of balance, and Goya's rational and solemn slumbering scenes on his canvases.
Everything floated up, transforming into a magnificent rain of starlight. Without Fanning needing to search each item, he moved through the rain, and the glow of the "Night Watchman's Lamp" shone ever brighter.

He has completely completed the star charts of the classical era!

As the starlight rained down, the surrounding scenery began to ripple like water. Once it returned to relative stability, Fanning heard the clear, bright basso continuo of the harpsichord once again.

Then came the even more resonant and vibrating sound of the pipe organ, followed by the solemn chanting of pure hymns by the choir that filled the church.

Rows of mahogany benches, religious paintings and stained glass windows, pillars and corridors with alternating light and shadow.

Ahead is a Gothic altar, with a bronze floor below surrounded by flowers.

Qiming Church?

No, it was destroyed along with the migration long ago.

It's just a habitual way of thinking.

This place seems to be a return to the area of ​​fragmented memories visited during the first "Night Pilgrimage".

Leipzig Cathedral?

The light rain of starlight continued to fall around them as Fanning, carrying a lantern and a guitar, strolled down the red carpet, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The air was still filled with the scent of frankincense, which was very familiar to Fanning, who was well-versed in church Mass rituals; however, the scent did not feel warm enough at the moment.

Of course, this isn't a big problem.

Being in the void, or even the deepest part of the lower realm, it's good enough if you don't feel cold.

From a mystical perspective of completeness and self-consistency, the Leipzig Cathedral still appears magnificent and sublime.

However, Fanning felt that the brightness seemed a bit too high.

The saturation of the stained glass windows, the light above the dome, and the door at the end of the path we came from, half-open but with a blurred shape.
The brightness has a kind of eerie quality.

Could it be a problem with external time?
Fanning quickened his pace even further.

At one point, he stood still below the altar and looked up at the upper level above the steps.

There was a middle-aged man who stood up from the organ platform.

He had a slightly chubby face, wore the standard organ uniform for working at the church, had a thick head of curly hair, and held a thin sheet music in his hand.

Those serious and meaningful eyes met Fan Ning's thoughtful gaze below.