"The spirit of Fuxi is above!

"Qu Yuan is a saint! He actually summoned Qu Yuan's holy image! The old man is not mistaken, right? He is still a holy sound infusion! He is just a small student, and he is a tyrannical thing!"

"Strange, isn't it only the fifth-level Scholar Realm Masters who have entered the 'Lisao' and 'Tianwen' who can summon Qu Yuan's holy elephant?

"Third-level bachelor! He's just a third-level bachelor! If the old man can get the one-word holy voice of Qu Yuan's divine voice to agree with 'can', the old man can immediately break through the fifth-level literary master and become a sixth-level auxiliary hall!"

The invigilators outside were calling for heaven and earth, and they had nothing to say with envy and jealousy.

Huo Zhangyuan was even more sweet and sour in his heart, with mixed feelings, and sighed at Yue Heng's good luck against the sky.

Standing in front of the altar in the phantom realm, Yue Heng happily entered the divine palace, and after inspecting, he found that this "National Martyrdom" illusion exam had gained a lot for him.

In addition to these runes, there is also a small sun floating in the Divine Palace, which is the source of talent formed by the phantom of Qu Yuan's holy idol that has not disappeared, this is the power of the runes composed of ten "Nine Songs" sacrifices, he can feel the abundant talent in it, and I believe it should be a source of talent replenishment. I just don't know how many times I can replenish it.

Now that "Rite of the Soul" is complete. The temple has no meaning to exist. There was a vibration like broken glass, the illusion disappeared, and Yue Heng saw the normal world in his eyes.

"Uh...... Why are you looking at me like this?" Yue Heng touched his face and said embarrassedly, "Do I have flowers on my face?"

The nineteen candidates all looked at him, each with strange expressions, and they entered their respective "National Martyrdom" illusions, basically joining the battlefield of Chu and fighting with the Qin army. After a hard battle, each of them quit the illusion, and the length of time they persisted was different.

But after everyone came out, they found that all the invigilators had entered Yue Heng's illusion to watch, and they didn't care about them at all, how could this extremely unequal preference not make them feel jealous and hateful in their hearts?

After waiting for two more pillars of incense, the candidates saw Yue Heng Shanshan come out of the illusion, and many people were puzzled at this time: "Could it be that Yue Heng led the Chu army to defeat the Qin army?"

One person asked even more stupidly: "Brother Yue, there has only been one ending in the fantasy realm of "National Martyrdom" for hundreds of years, and that is the annihilation of the Chu army. Defeated by the Qin army. Everyone has tried to persuade peace and hold together. All kinds of delaying tactics such as dividing troops can all fail in the face of the powerful Qin army, do you have a new way to prolong the battle?"

As if prompted, the other person asked with glowing eyes: "Could it be that Brother Yue is a military wizard, and you know how to arrange troops even as a literati?"

Yue Heng's eyes rolled, and he deliberately made a joke: "What this brother Tai said is wrong, how can literati not lead troops to fight? What do you say those generals in the army do? Besides, Mr. Wolong is one of the saints I admire the most, he is a Wen saint who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, and he is good at commanding battles, and everyone knows the world, but I don't have Zhuge Liang's ability to defeat the Wen Sheng, and I can't do it to make the Chu army reverse and defeat the Qin army!"

Everyone was speechless, and when they looked at Yue Heng again, it was like looking at a madman, and they couldn't tell whether what he said was true or false.

The reaction was even more exaggerated was the five invigilators, they had also just been freed from the illusion, everyone rushed over with a brisk step, grabbed Yue Heng's arm and walked out, several people walked in different directions, and there was a tendency for five horses to split their bodies for a while.

"Alas, alas, my lords, I have something to say!" Yue Heng didn't want to die before he left the school, he quickly calculated in his heart, it was definitely what happened in the illusion just now, how should he safely explain and deal with this.

"The power of the runes, 'prisoner'!"

"The power of the runes, 'Ring'!"

"Don't leave at all, give me a 'prisoner'!"

Several different voices shouted at the same time, and several different rune prisons trapped the six people firmly, anyway, everyone didn't want Yue Heng to be pulled away by others alone, let alone let the next question be heard by other students, which produced a strange scene of various prisons being inlaid together, you trap me, and I control him.

Yue Heng simply let go and didn't fight: "Ladies and gentlemen, if you have anything to say, you can say it well, students are timid and can't be stimulated, in case they are frightened and forget what happened in the illusion just now, they will be embarrassed." ”

These words threatened to get into place, and several instructors looked at each other and hurriedly let go.

"Lord Huo, is there a backup for this Yin Mountain Stone, and is the extra quota enough to activate the illusion again?" an old man asked impatiently, his face overflowing with eagerness.

"Huo Zhangyuan, the old man is not respecting this year's teaching year, how about the chance to enter the illusion world this time?"

"The old man also means this, as long as you can still enter the fantasy realm of "National Martyrdom" now, please ask Gongzi Yue to tell a few of us old guys what happened, and we can take advantage of this to break through the clouds, of course, this is an equal transaction, and we will definitely not let Gongzi Yue suffer. Lord Huo, Gongzi Yue, what do you think?"

The other four people all looked at Huo Zhangyuan and Yue Heng, Huo Zhangyuan's heart was also hot, but this matter was a bit difficult to operate.

Every year, the stone of Yinshan is distributed by the Ministry of Culture of Chu State according to the declaration of the local Ministry of Culture, and even the Ministry of Culture of Qi County is not too rich.

Over the years, the Qijun Mansion has only had a small inventory, but because the warriors and craftsmen also need the Yinshan Stone, even if the Huozhang Courtyard wants to make additional calls, it must be approved by the Council of Elders.

Among the five of them, there are three fourth-level Confucian scholars and two fifth-level scholars, and the energy of the Yin Mountain Stone required to enter the illusion realm of "National Martyrdom" is more than that of the twenty second-level students combined, so these old men would rather give up even the teaching of the academy and strive to get a chance to enter the illusion.

Yue Heng shrugged: "Of course, students are willing to share with several adults, and I hope that adults will criticize and advise, but students can't guarantee that several adults can encounter the same situation as students. ”

Huo Zhangyuan groaned, he saw the hot eyes of the four old men, and thought about the gains and losses in his heart, and after a long time, he said: "Yue Xiaoyou, you are now a third-level bachelor, first of all, congratulations." Although according to the rules of the government, you are still an unfinished student, we think that you are definitely qualified to communicate with us old masters on an equal footing, and you must not be too humble. (To be continued......)