Crown of Silence

Chapter 736 Inspiration

The surroundings were white and empty.

It's an illusion.

It was obvious that the grand master had no intention of concealing the illusion at all. She directly placed the fulcrum on the terminal, and the illusion was extremely crude.

"What's this?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the Grand Master, somewhat confused.

"Please be patient for a moment."

The Grand Master sat in his seat, and soon, in front of the many tables and chairs, an illusory figure emerged from the pure white.

It was like a piece of black cloth covering the body of a transparent person. There was no face, only two hands that suddenly stretched out from the robe.

It's not an outstanding illusion, it can be said to be crude, and it doesn't reflect the illustrious reputation of the Illusion Islands at all.

But soon, Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Because in front of everyone, the shadow made a dry voice: ""A Simple Introduction to the School of Illusion", Lesson One, 'Fulcrum'..."

That nihilistic shadow actually began to teach how to get started in the school of illusion!

Although the content of the lecture was dull and boring, and although the voice was flat and looked like a crude product made in a hurry, the meaning behind it made Ye Qingxuan almost tremble.

"What do you think of this idea, Your Highness?"

The Grand Master looked at Ye Qingxuan with a smile, "This is just a hastily made demonstration, but His Highness should be able to understand the changes it can bring, right? I think it will definitely be helpful to you."

More than that...

Ye Qingxuan knocked on the armrest of the seat subconsciously. In his chest, his heart, which had just recovered, was beating crazily.

surprise.

This was a huge surprise.

The biggest problem of the current Ethernet is actually solved here!

What is the biggest problem with Ethernet? It's human! There are too few users! Even if an apprentice can barely use it after three months of training, it will still take at least three months!

Moreover, even if the Royal College of Music expanded its enrollment tenfold, it would still be unable to afford more apprenticeships. Not to mention that most of the apprentices are restricted by various conditions and cannot go to Avalon.

Nowadays, the war is in chaos. Because of the war, it is difficult for many apprentices to continue studying in Avalon.

But with it, what originally needed to be solved in various ways can now be solved by just buying a terminal with money.

And problems that can be solved with money, to a certain extent, are not problems.

As long as you have a terminal, you can learn by yourself even if you are thousands of miles away!

Even if you are so poor that you can't even afford a terminal... you can still sign a contract and get a free terminal!

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan had no idea how many thoughts had passed through his mind. He had already made a preliminary promotion plan. Soon, he discovered a small problem.

"Illusion demonstrations will eventually fail and be flexible."

Ye Qingxuan said, "No matter how detailed the textbook is, it will appear rigid if there is no one to explain it."

"As long as it is within the scope of the Ethernet. We can use illusions to unify teaching and combine it with formal musicians to solve detailed problems for students."

The Grand Master replied: "In addition to the basic interpretation method training of the Ethernet, when you open the permission, all the musicians of the Archipelago School will be there for at least three hours every day to provide students with questions about the Illusion School."

Thus, another problem was solved.

After the basic interpretation training is completed, the intermediate and advanced courses that have been vacant will also be in place!

The grand master has obviously prepared a complete plan long ago. Once he has the upper-level authority, the archipelago school, which has been prepared for a long time, will immediately spread the music theory of countless illusion schools.

Don’t be afraid of others learning from you.

The more you learn, the better, and the faster you learn, the better!

If you can’t learn, there will be teachers who will give you step-by-step instructions online!

It can be predicted that by the time other schools of thought have come to their senses, the Illusion Islands has already acquired a large number of high-quality apprentices through the etheric net, and these apprentices have all been dyed with the color of the Islands music theory under the careful teaching of the Islands musicians. , stamped with the stamp of Phantom Islands.

These are the backbone of their future development in the Ethernet!

Just by consuming some time of the musicians of the school, the Phantom Islands has gained a huge talent reserve, and can even carry forward its own school...

Only the devil knows how difficult it is to find someone with the qualifications to be a musician among those damn natives in the remote place of the Phantom Islands!

In the past, teachers used to try their best to trick and kidnap apprentices, and even acted as human traffickers to steal and rob them. Occasionally, meeting someone with good qualifications was as happy as winning a jackpot.

Now, sitting at home behind closed doors, there is a steady stream of students falling from the sky.

It’s as happy as if I’m dreaming!

For the Illusion Islands, this is the first step for them to "get rid of poverty and become rich", to control the orthodoxy of illusion, and to revive the status of the school. They will definitely not be lazy.

With this group of expelled musicians full of motivation to make a comeback, they are sure to have a mouthful of food during the first wave.

For Ye Qingxuan, this also has no disadvantages.

With the Illusion Islands taking the lead, other schools will definitely follow suit - some are quick, some are slow, some are slow. If we don't take this opportunity to occupy a position first, the day lily will be cold by the time the other schools finish eating the meat!

They didn't even need Ye Qingxuan to bluff and guide them anymore, they would show off their original skills.

Fight, fight, the harder you fight, the happier Ye Qingxuan will be. Only with competition can you make progress.

Moreover, the 'classroom' prepared by the illusion school gave him more inspiration.

If genjutsu can create a classroom, it must be able to create other things as well. Whether it's an opera house, a duel arena, a war simulation, or information transmission... as long as you put some thought, time, and more resources, you can always do it.

As the great master said: What is more valuable than an illusory world?

But for Ye Qingxuan, this means something far from simple.

Think about it, a virtual world composed of illusions, a place that is not limited to material things, and does not have inherently noble classes, a non-existent utopia!

At this moment, he felt the crazy beating of the land of nothingness, and was almost ecstatic.

He finally found the path and direction to ‘implement the legend’!

There is no need to wait for future generations to perfect it for thousands of years. As long as he works hard, he may be able to glimpse the prototype of 'Utopia' from the fog of the future in his lifetime!

As long as all users of the Ethernet work conscientiously and serve themselves to fill and improve this world...

"It's such a happy decision."

He smiled.

For some reason, at that moment, all the users of the Ethernet felt a little hairy on their backs.

It was as if someone had plotted against him.

——

A few hours later, the musicians from the Fantasy Islands returned to the No Return Fleet, and Ye Qingxuan was finally liberated from the pressure of war and negotiations.

On the riddled deck, among the clouds, Ye Qingxuan held up a parasol and slumped on the deck chair, as if he was on vacation.

There was an ice bucket and fine wine on the table nearby. The dewdrops condensed on the outside of the wine glass slowly slid down, spreading a beautiful wet streak on the table.

Amidst the noisy sound of repair work, Ye Qingxuan fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, it was already evening.

When he felt hungry, he smelled the smell of prime steak and spices.

Then, he saw Watson holding a knife and fork, putting the last piece of steak into his mouth gracefully, then putting down the knife and fork, wiping the non-existent sauce at the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and smiled:

"Too bad you didn't make it in time for dinner."

"Tsk!"

Ye Qingxuan's expression fell.

He bet ten pounds of lapis lazuli that this guy did it on purpose.

If Watson had any shortcomings besides being a bad person, it would be that he would not give Ye Qingxuan face at any time and would mock him crazily whenever he had the chance.

Forget it, the loser's cry.

hehe.

He stretched out his hand to push himself up from the recliner. He was in a daze for a while, and he was almost awake.

The two drank the last bit of wine and then exchanged the changes in the past few days. Ye Qingxuan also gained a deeper understanding of the Fantasy Islands.

However, when he looked in the direction of the Returnless Fleet, he frowned in confusion: "Didn't you say that they have been hooking up with the Abyss? Where did they get so many illusion musicians from the sect and factions?"

Didn't the Fantasy Islands go overseas because they were suppressed by the cult?

From then on, the mainstream illusion schools in the West fell into decline and split into two. The ones who stayed were the cult factions, and those who left were called the Musicians of the Islands.

In order to fight against the cult, the Islands musicians even got entangled with the Abyss. Many of them were even black musicians, otherwise they would not have been entangled and won over by the Abyss.

But as far as Ye Qingxuan sees it, among all the musicians who have arrived now, there is not even a single black musician!

There is no sense of any natural disaster or evil. On the contrary, each one is more solemn and solemn than the other, and the operation of music theory is not weird at all. They are even more religious than the illusion musicians of the religious group...

This is really bloody.

It was as if everyone had come ashore with their names cleared instantly, and there was no longer any black history to blame. But this is not to write a pornographic book, saying that you can go ashore if you go ashore. How could a natural disaster be so kind? Accepting the abyss music theory means teaching others how to handle it. How can it be so easy to get rid of it later!

If you really want to get rid of it, then what is the need for the Inquisition?

"Do you know what they did?" Ye Qingxuan asked seriously.

"You shouldn't ask 'them'."

Watson held the wine glass and sipped it slightly, with a strange smile on his lips: "You should ask me instead."

"Did you do it?"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened, a little confused.

It was as if there was suddenly a sense of humor that a traitor had squandered the benefits given to him by the Asgardians.

Soon, he reflected:

"Your scepter?"

Watson smiled and said nothing, but in the wine glass in his hand, the color of the red wine flowed like light.

Sometimes it is like black rotten sap, an amorphous viscous monster, sometimes it turns into sweet holy wine, and a miraculous light emerges.

In the void behind the wheelchair, the projection of a huge hourglass appeared.

Iron-gray fine sand flows at both ends of the hourglass, pulling the sacred music theory and the breath of natural disasters to continuously flow. As the scepter rotates, it sometimes becomes sacred and solemn, sometimes gloomy and ugly.

The aura on Watson's body was also constantly changing, swaying rapidly between the church musicians and the black musicians, as if stepping on the thin thread spanning the abyss between the two, spinning freely.

Like a miracle, he fell in front of Ye Qingxuan, and then rose up in an incredible way.

Easily hovering on the border.