Silent Crown Chapter 560: Inspire
The surrounding area is white and empty. Mobile access
It's illusion.
Obviously, the Grand Master did not hide the idea of illusion at all, she directly put the fulcrum on the terminal, and the illusion was also very simple.
"What is this?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at the Grand Master, and didn't understand.
"Please stay calm and not restless."
The Grand Master sat in his place, and soon, in front of many tables and chairs, an illusory figure emerged from the pure white.
It's like a black cloth covering the body of a transparent person. There is no face, only two hands protruding out of the robe.
It's not an outstanding illusion, it can be said to be crude, and there is no way to reflect the terrible reputation of the Mirage Islands.
But soon, Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded.
Because in front of everyone, the shadow made a dry voice: ""A Simple Introduction to the School of Illusion", the first lesson, "fulcrum"..."
That emptiness shadow started teaching the method of getting started with the school of illusion!
Although the content of the lecture was dull and boring, and although the voice did not fluctuate, it seemed that it was a crude product that was rushed to work, but the meaning behind it made Ye Qingxuan almost tremble.
"What do you think of this idea?"
The Grand Master smiled and looked at Ye Qingxuan, "This is just a demonstration made in a hurry, but your Highness should be able to understand the changes it can bring? I think it will definitely help you."
More than that...
Ye Qingxuan subconsciously knocked on the armrest of the seat, and in his chest cavity, the heart that had just recovered was beating frantically.
Surprise.
This is a huge surprise.
Currently, the biggest problem of the Ethernet network is solved here!
What is the biggest problem with the Ethernet network? It's human! There are too few users! Even if the apprentice can barely use it after three months of training, but at least three months!
Moreover, even if the Royal Academy of Music expands its enrollment tenfold, it cannot afford more apprenticeship education. Not to mention that most of the apprentices are limited by various conditions and cannot go to Avalon.
Nowadays, there is a turmoil. Because of the war, it is difficult for many apprentices to continue their studies in Avalon.
But with it, what originally needed to be solved in various ways, now it can be done as long as you buy a terminal with money.
The problems that can be solved with money are not a problem to some extent.
As long as you have a terminal, even if you are thousands of miles away, you can be self-taught!
Even if you are too poor, you can't even afford the terminal... but you can still sign up for a delivery!
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan didn't know how many thoughts he had turned around. He had already preliminarily set a promotion plan. Soon, he found a small problem
"The demonstration of illusion is finally lost and flexible."
Ye Qingxuan said, "If there is no one to explain the detailed textbook, it will also appear rigid."
"As long as it is within the scope of the Ethernet network. Illusory unified teaching can be used, combined with formal musicians to solve details for students."
The Grand Master replied: "In addition to the basic interpretation training on the Ethernet Network, all musicians of the Archipelago School will be there for at least three hours a day to give students questions about the illusion school when you open the permissions. "
So another problem was solved.
After the basic interpretation training is over, the intermediate and advanced courses that have been vacant in the follow-up will also be in place!
The Grand Master obviously has prepared a full set of plans long ago. Once he has the upper authority, the archipelago school that has been prepared will immediately throw out the music theory of countless illusion schools.
Not afraid of others learning.
The more you learn, the better, and the faster you learn, the better!
If you can learn, there is still a teacher who can teach it online!
It is foreseeable that after other schools of thought come back, the Illusory Islands has already obtained a large number of high-quality apprentices through the ethernet, and these apprentices have been infected with the archipelago under the careful guidance of the archipelago musicians. The color of music theory is stamped with the phantom islands.
This is the backbone of their future development in the Ethernet network!
It just took some time of the school of musicians, and the Phantom Islands has gained a huge talent pool, and can even carry forward its own school...
The ghost knows how difficult it is to find a qualified musician among the ghostly natives in that remote place in the Illusory Islands!
In the past, the apprentices were all taken by teachers who tried their best to go out, go to scams, and even personally appear as traffickers to steal them. Occasionally, I came across a qualified person who was as happy as winning a big prize.
Now sitting behind closed doors, there is a steady stream of students falling from the sky.
It's so happy as if you are dreaming!
For the Illusory Islands, this is their first step to "get rid of poverty and get rich", hold the orthodoxy of illusion, and restore the status of the school. They will definitely not be lazy.
With this group of expelled musicians full of enthusiasm to make a comeback, they will definitely eat their mouths in the first wave.
For Ye Qingxuan, this also has no disadvantages.
With the phantom islands taking the lead, other schools will certainly learn something like that-hands are fast and hands are slow. If you don't take advantage of this opportunity to take a place first, wait for the other schools to finish the meat, and the day lily will be cold!
You don't even need Ye Qingxuan to bluff and guide, they will take out their original ability.
Fight, fight, the harder you fight, the happier Ye Qingxuan will be. Only when there is competition, there will be progress.
Moreover, the ‘classroom’ prepared by the illusion school gave him more inspiration.
Since illusion can make classrooms, it can certainly make other things. Whether it's an opera house, a duel field, a war simulation, or an intelligence transmission... As long as you think about it, spend some time, and use more resources, you can always get it.
As the Grand Master said: What is more valuable than an illusory world?
For Ye Qingxuan, this is not so simple.
Think about it, a virtual world made up of illusion, will not be limited to material, and there is no place where noble class is born, an ideal place that does not exist!
At this moment, he felt the frantic beating of the land of nothing, almost ecstatic.
He finally found the way and direction to ‘practice the legend’!
There is no need to wait thousands of years for future generations to perfect, as long as he works hard to promote, perhaps in his lifetime, he will be able to see the embryonic form of the "ideal town" in the fog of the future!
As long as all users of the Ethernet network are dedicated to work and serve themselves, to fill and improve the world...
"Just make a happy decision."
He smiled.
For some reason, at that moment, all the users of the Ethernet network felt a little hairy behind.
It's like being calculated by someone.
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A few hours later, the musicians of the Fantasy Islands returned to the fleet of no return, and Ye Qingxuan was finally liberated from the pressure of the war and negotiations.
On the battered deck and between the clouds, Ye Qingxuan propped up the parasol and slumped on the recliner, as if on vacation.
There was an ice bucket and fine wine on the table next to it, and the dew condensed on the outside of the glass slowly slipped off, spreading a beautiful wet mark on the table.
In the noisy sound of the restoration work, Ye Qingxuan fell asleep. After waking up, it was already evening.
When he felt hungry, he smelled good steak and spices.
Then, he saw Watson holding a knife and fork, and putting the last steak into his mouth gracefully, then put down the knife and fork, wiped the non-existent sauce with a handkerchief, and smiled:
"It's a pity, you missed dinner."
"Tsk!"
Ye Qingxuan's expression collapsed.
He bet on ten pounds of green gold, which was intentional.
If Watson had any shortcomings other than a stomach of bad water, it would be that he would not give Ye Qingxuan face anytime and anywhere, and would ridicule him frantically whenever he had a chance.
Forget it, the cry of the loser.
Hehe.
He stretched out his hand and propped himself up from the recliner for a while, he was dazed for a while, almost awake.
The two shared the last bit of wine and then exchanged the changes in these days. Ye Qingxuan also has a deeper understanding of the Fantasy Islands.
It's just that he looked at the direction of the No Return Fleet, but frowned in a dazed manner: "Didn't it mean that they have been hooking up with the abyss? Where did they get so many illusionists from the sect? "
Did the fantasy islands go abroad because they were suppressed by the cult?
Since then, the mainstream illusionist school in the West has fallen into decline and split into two. What remains is the clique faction, and those who travel far are called archipelago musicians.
In order to fight against the cult, the archipelago musicians even entangled with the abyss. Many of them were even black musicians, otherwise they would not be entangled and attracted by the abyss.
But as far as Ye Qingxuan's eyes are concerned, among all the musicians who have come now, there is not even a single black musician!
I can't feel any natural disasters and evils~IndoMTL.com~ On the contrary, one is more solemn and solemn, and the music theory runs without any weirdness, even a bit more religious than the illusionist of the cult...
This is really hell.
It's as if everyone was washed ashore in an instant, and there is no more black history handle. But this is not about writing a yellow book, saying that you can go ashore if you go ashore. How can natural disasters be so kind? Accepting the theory of the abyss is to give others a handle, and then if you want to get rid of it, how easy is it!
If you really want to get rid of it, then what does the Inquisition do?
"Do you know what they did?" Ye Qingxuan asked seriously.
"You shouldn't ask'them'."
Watson was holding the wine glass, squeezing it, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You should ask me instead."
"You did it?"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened, somewhat bewildered.
It's as if there is a kind of comical feeling that a traitor has swallowed up the benefits given to him by the Asgardians suddenly.
Soon, he reflected:
"Your scepter?"
Watson smiled without saying a word, but in the wine glass in his hand, the color of the red wine seemed to flow like light.
Sometimes it is like a black rotting thick juice, an indeterminate viscous monster, and sometimes it turns into a sweet holy wine, shining a miraculous light.
In the void behind the wheelchair, a projection of a huge hourglass appeared.
The fine iron-grey sand flows at both ends of the hourglass, pulling the sacred music theory and natural disasters to constantly flow. With the rotation of the scepter, it is sometimes sacred and solemn, sometimes gloomy and ugly.
And the breath of Watson's body is constantly changing, swaying rapidly between the band musician and the black musician, as if stepping on the thread that spans the abyss between the two, whirling freely.
Like a miracle, he fell in front of Ye Qingxuan, followed by an incredible sublimation.
Hovering easily above the border.