At the same time, Lin Hao got dressed, and many teachers and students quickly calmed down and continued to visit the museum.

At this moment, Qin Jun had already followed everyone to the ninth exhibition hall.

What catches your eye is a piece of bronze musical instruments from the Great Qin Dynasty, exuding a simple and heavy taste.

Any one of them is a valuable cultural relic, which is worth taking a closer look.

However, just after entering the exhibition hall, almost all the teachers and students walked towards the middle position!

Everyone was attracted by the Qin bronze Yong in the middle of the exhibition hall!

"I'll go, this bronze bell is too strange!"

"It's not just strange that this thing doesn't look big, it takes up nearly a third of the exhibition hall, and the key thing is that it looks like new. ”

"Is this really a Qin Dynasty relic?"

All the teachers and students talked about it, and many people were confused.

The copper yong in front of me is really peculiar!

Looking at the other bronze instruments around, all of them are stained with patina, obvious wear and tear, and even defects.

Patina, abrasion, chips, what do these symbolize?

Long years!

But!

The copper yong in front of him did not have any patina or wear.

The crests on the surface of the bell are extremely clear and detailed, lifelike, as if they will come to life at any time.

It even exudes a bronze luster, as if it has just been polished.

No matter how you look at it, it is a perfect work of art carved out of modern technology!

The crowd was confused.

Only Qin Jun was extremely calm, but a strange look suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he remembered something.

At this moment, a history teacher who led the team slowly walked out.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, glanced at everyone, and spoke slowly like an old teacher.

"You must be wondering, this Yong clock looks so brand-new, how can it be a historical relic? I can tell you for sure that it is indeed a cultural relic from the Great Qin period!"

"At the same time, it is also the biggest mystery that has never been solved in the field of Chinese historiography!"

What the?

The biggest mystery that has never been solved in the field of Chinese historiography?

What do you mean?

For a while, all the teachers and students around looked at the history teacher, eager to hear a more detailed explanation.

"As we all know, the Yong bell is an ancient musical instrument. ”

"But it-"

"So far, no one has been able to play it, and this is the unsolved mystery!"

The history teacher looked at Qin Jun meaningfully, and then tilted his head slightly, looking like a knowledgeable professor.

The teachers and students suddenly realized!

But I can't understand it!

There is no damage to this bell, why can't it be played?

According to the history teacher, even a normal metal knocking sound will not be made?!

Everyone became more interested in Yong Zhong, and their eyes widened and they looked closely, all trying to find the answer to the unsolved mystery.

The history teacher secretly gave Lin Hao a look.

In school, he has always been good to Lin Hao, mainly because of Lin Hao's family background, and if he wants to get closer, he feels that there will always be benefits.

But Lin Hao always ignored him.

Before, Lin Hao was stripped and humiliated by Qin Jun, this history teacher had long wanted to help, but he was scared back by the sudden appearance of Donald.

Now that he has encountered such a great opportunity, how could he give it up?

Lin Hao reacted quickly, understood what the history teacher meant, and immediately ran to the other side of the booth, stretching out his hand to point to the sign in front of him.

"Come and see, it says that in order to solve the mystery, the museum actually encourages everyone to take the initiative to ring the bell. ”

"You can only tap once per person!"

"If you can ring it, you will be rewarded with 5 million cash immediately!"

Whoa!

After Lin Hao finished speaking, several students ran over, picked up the tools placed next to the Ningbo bell in turn, and struck the Ningbo bell.

One!

Two!

Five!

Ten!

All the teachers and students struck one by one, and no one could ring the bell.

Even, they could feel that the tool was striking on the bell, not hitting the metal at all!

Rather, knock on a cloud of air!

"Why is this happening?"

Many teachers and students were even more confused, with sad faces and discussions.

That's it!

The history teacher looked at Qin Jun sharply and said in a deep voice: "This classmate, why are you laughing? We all rang the Yong bell so that we could contribute to the field of history, and you are laughing disdainfully?"

"Do you know, you're blaspheming history! Or are you...... Do you think you can ring the bell?"

Hearing this, the other teachers and students all looked at Qin Jun in unison.

"This kid is too ignorant of the sky!"

"In such a solemn place, is he still smiling there?"

"You have the ability to ring the bell!"

The crowd sneered at with disdain.

Qin Jun offended Lin Hao before, and then he didn't give Tang Lao face at all, making everyone think that he was an extremely stupid idiot.

Lin Hao didn't speak, just looked at Qin Jun playfully.

Before, Qin Jun beat him, took off his clothes, and even hugged the goddess in his heart and walked all the way!

Now, he just wants to see Qin Jun make a fool of himself!

As the history teacher said, can Qin Jun really ring the bell?

"Qin Jun......" Luo Shui'er glanced up at Qin Jun.

If other people reacted like this, she would also feel inappropriate, but in the face of Qin Jun, she didn't feel that way.

She looked at Qin Jun's eyes, and vaguely, she felt that Qin Jun seemed to remember the past.

She was curious and wanted to know......

The corners of Qin Jun's mouth flashed with a disdainful smile!

Laugh at the ignorance and ignorance of posterity!

Then, Qin Jun turned his head to look at Luo Shui'er, his eyes full of affection that had been waiting for a thousand years.

"This bell is called the Divine Sound Bell!"

"I made it for you!"

"Now, let me sound for you again!"

Luo Shui'er was stunned for a moment, and looked at Qin Jun very confused, "What do you mean by building it for me?"

"Hahaha!"

All the teachers and students around laughed, and they all thought that what Qin Jun said was a joke.

Especially Lin Hao, who squatted on the ground laughing.

Countless historians and scientists in China, after so many years of research, have not been able to make the Yong bell sound, can you?

Brag unblushingly!

"Luo Shui'er, this guy is a charlatan, the torn robe he found out of nowhere before fooled Donald, and now he wants to lie to you, you can be careful!"

Lin Hao reminded Luo Shui'er with a smile, and he couldn't wait to appreciate Qin Jun's ugly appearance.

Qin Jun still smiled faintly, and he didn't want to say much.

The dignified Emperor of Qin, how could he argue too much with a fool?

Syllable!

Qin Jun raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next moment!

When—

The bell rings!

The voice is low and heavy, melodious and reverberating!

Supreme momentum, straight into the sky!

In a flash!

Space freezes!

Everyone's faces froze!

Boom!

Just a bell ringing!

The audience was shocked!

This moment!

Pictures emerge one after another in everyone's minds!

Afang Palace!

The first house in the world!

Above the attic, he stood side by side with her, raising a glass to drink and invite Mingyue!

Qin Zhidao!

He took her into his arms and watched the world with her, and watched the rise and fall of all things!

The Great Wall, the beacon tower!

He stood with his hands in his hands, strategized, and won thousands of miles away!

She stood next to her, smiling faintly, watching thousands of troops and horses with him, and feeling the grandeur of the unification of the world together!

Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, rainstorm night, thunder rolling!

She cried bitterly, her hands desperately clutching at the air, but she could never find him again......

……

The bell rang for five minutes!

The picture in everyone's minds became more and more magnificent, and the momentum became more and more ferocious, making everyone feel the pressure of the emperor from the eternals and have the urge to kneel.

But it ended in the endless sadness of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.

Not to mention girls, but many boys can't help but start crying.

For a long time, the history teacher was the first to come back to his senses, staring at Qin Jun in disbelief!

How can it be!

This...... How can it be!!!

Once, countless historians and scientists studied day and night, but they couldn't make the slightest sound from the Yong bell!

Now, Qin Jun just snapped his fingers, and the bell actually rang?!

Although it was just a bell ringing, the feeling and momentum were exactly the same as those recorded in the wild history!

A bell rings for a lifetime!

God's Voice!

Supreme Divine Voice!!

At this time, Lin Hao and the others also relieved themselves, all staring at Qin Jun with complicated expressions, shocked, confused, and suspicious!

Of course, no one thought that this was Qin Jun's fraud.

What images do cheating bring to people's minds?

"Coincidence, this is definitely a coincidence! It's all fake!" Lin Hao suddenly roared!

He was not reconciled!

I am not willing to lose to Qin Jun three times and twice!

Once, wherever he went, he was high and sought after by countless people, how could he ever encounter these?

"Yes, it's a coincidence!"

"I don't believe it, so many historians and scientists can't study the mysteries, he snapped his fingers?"

“……”

Many teachers and students echoed it, and what they experienced completely subverted their cognition.

Perhaps it was jealousy, and they would rather not believe it was true!

Qin Jun just smiled slightly, hugged Luo Shui'er, who was full of tears and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and left slowly.

One-step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

Until the figures of the two gradually disappeared, suddenly, someone in the crowd was suspicious.

"Why ......"

"I feel like their backs are like the two people in my mind. ”