"First of all, welcome to Xidu."
As the door of the auditorium was locked, Chen Hao finally met the president of the Xidu Museum Association.
The other party was an old man who looked to be about sixty years old, with an elegant appearance, just like a professor he had seen in university.
"Hey? Isn't this Mr. Luo, a Qin Opera performing artist?" Chen Hao suddenly recognized the other person.
He also gave lectures at Seito University.
Good guy, you hide it so deeply!
At this time on the rostrum, President Luo made a simple opening statement, briefly talking about the history and prospects of the long river crossing, and then changed the subject and said——
"This long river crossing has a total of 4+1 rounds."
"I believe everyone already knows what the +1 round is about."
"Don't be burdened, just do your best!"
Chen Hao didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that when President Luo said this, his eyes passed over several people intentionally or unintentionally, including him.
"Okay, the real start site is not here." After saying the above, President Luo smiled mysteriously and continued, "The chief examiner of this long river crossing is already waiting for you at the real start site and will be released soon. Contents of the first round of struggle.”
"Now, please sit down in your respective seats. You may feel a little dizzy, but you will get used to it in the future."
After speaking, President Luo nodded to both sides, and several instructors immediately stood up.
They walked down from the rostrum and came to the four corners of the auditorium.
"What do you mean?" Chen Hao asked confused.
Zhen Xing and Pei Tu Gou, who were sitting next to him, also shook their heads in confusion. Chen Hao looked at the others. Except for a few people whose expressions were indifferent, most of them also had doubtful expressions on their faces.
The next moment, Chen Hao felt a majestic spiritual power emanating from those instructors and quickly enveloped the entire auditorium.
Immediately afterwards, the auditorium began to shake, like an earthquake. Chen Hao looked at the podium and saw that the instructors on the stage looked normal.
Suddenly, Chen Hao felt like the world was spinning, as if the entire space had been turned upside down. It felt as if the bed was suddenly empty when he was sleeping at night.
But just for a moment, everything calmed down again.
"Okay, welcome everyone again." President Luo said again, "Your stage is behind the door. I hope everyone can gain something from this long river crossing."
After President Luo finished speaking, the closed auditorium door reopened, but the outside was not the corridor of the Western Capital Museum, but a dazzling light.
"Friendly reminder, pay attention to the dressing tips!" President Luo added again, "Let's go!"
At that moment, someone stood up and walked towards the door, eventually disappearing into the light outside the door.
Chen Hao also stood up from his position along with the large troops and walked towards the door of the auditorium.
Soon, he stood in front of the door. Even from this position, he still couldn't see clearly what was outside the door. He used the disguise technique, stepped out, and walked into the light.
Chen Hao felt as if he had stepped on the ground and his whole body was falling rapidly. But before he could have any stress reaction, his feet had already stepped on the solid ground again. At this time, the dazzling light dissipated. His eyes lit up, and he suddenly froze in place.
What did he see?
In front of my eyes——
Hundreds of houses are like a chess game, and twelve streets are like vegetable beds!
The nine heavens closed the palace, and all the nations wore their hats and worshiped them!
Chen Hao looked down at the city wall he was standing on, and then looked behind him.
The willow color of Baqiao and the vicissitudes of the post road.
This is - Tang Dynasty, Chang'an!
Only then did Chen Hao notice that he had changed into a Feiyu suit.
"Sure enough, the ancient city has reappeared!" At this time, someone beside Chen Hao sighed with emotion. Chen Hao turned his head and saw a man's figure next to him.
"Hello, Xidu Chen Hao." Chen Hao said hello quickly. When the man heard this, he immediately showed a look of surprise: "Boss Chen Hao?"
"I am Qian Fang in the group!"
"Ah?" Chen Hao reacted. He seemed to have seen it in the group yesterday.
"Nice to meet you!" Chen Hao said, "By the way, what's going on?"
Just as Qian Fang was about to speak, drums sounded from the watchtower on the city wall not far away. At the same time, figures scattered on the city wall also gathered towards that watchtower.
"Let's talk while we walk." Qian Fang said, Chen Hao nodded, and they both walked towards the watchtower.
"Boss, this is called the reappearance of the ancient city." Qian Fang said to Chen Hao as he walked away, "My brother has participated in the long river crossing before and mentioned it to me."
"The ancient city reappears?"
"Well, any ancient city that has existed for more than a thousand years in history can be reappeared in a high dimension through the long river of history as long as it is passed down by people." Qian Fang said, "For example, Chang'an, Luoyang, Bianjing, Yandu, Jinling... …and Xianyang, Handan, Daliang, etc.…”
"Usually long river crossings are held in places like this."
"What we see in front of us is the real Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty."
Chen Hao nodded and asked again: "Are we in a high-dimensional plane now?"
Qian Fang thought about it and said, "That's right."
"The ancient city does not exist permanently, and its reproduction requires a lot of energy to maintain."
"It is a temporary high-dimensional stronghold."
"When the power to maintain it is removed, the ancient city will disappear!"
"So it is not connected to the civilized battlefield."
Chen Hao thought about it for a while and roughly understood it.
The ancient city is like a PC game software, and the Civilized Battlefield is like a game console. The two are not universal.
While chatting like this, Chen Hao and Qian Fang came to the bottom of the watchtower of the city wall, and other people participating in the battle for the long river also gathered from various parts of the city wall, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.
At this time, several figures appeared on the balcony. When Chen Hao saw them, he immediately became happy.
Standing in the middle is none other than Instructor Wang, right?
Everyone became quiet when they saw the instructors appear.
Instructor Wang was on the watchtower, looking at the contestants below, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Hello, I am the chief instructor of this long river crossing, Wang Yifei."
"From the time you set foot on this city wall, the battle to cross the river has begun."
"Now release the first round of tasks!"
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, waiting for Instructor Wang to continue.
I saw a crystal clear ball appear in Instructor Wang's hand, and he threw it into the air. The next moment, the ball exploded in the sky above Chang'an City, turning into countless rays of light and falling all over Chang'an City.
Immediately afterwards, countless figures appeared in Chang'an City, wearing Tang Dynasty costumes, as if they were people living here.
The entire city of Chang'an suddenly came alive.
"These are the memories of Chang'an City!" Instructor Wang said, "From the emperors, generals and ministers to the traffickers and lackeys, to you, they are just projections, a total of 600,000!"
"Although history will not change, the perception of history will change as people's ideas change."
"As civilized envoys, you have the responsibility to preserve the authenticity of history."
“As the media in today’s world become more and more diversified, voices become more and more personal. Whether it is novels, video accounts or film and television dramas, they all make some common sense mistakes when describing history. As a result, most people have The perception of historical truth has also been erroneous.”
"The content of the first round of the battle for the long river: correcting the fallacies!"
"You can now patrol Chang'an City. Once you find something that does not conform to the current historical background, you can immediately use your mental power to record it in your identity token this time."
“One correction is worth one point, and ten points are considered a pass!”
"What the hell, you still need to take the cultural test?" A cry came from the crowd, which immediately caused a burst of chuckles.
Chen Hao narrowed his eyes slightly: What is this? Are you looking for trouble?
However, as a top history student, he said there was no problem. He looked around and saw many people with troubled looks on their faces.
"Of course, not everyone focuses on this knowledge." At this time, Instructor Wang said again, "In addition to finding fallacies, there is another way to complete the task."
"In Chang'an City, we have arranged a total of 200 staff members. They use special spiritual tools to make themselves look like this phantom."
"Find them out, each person will be counted as five points, and ten points will be considered a pass."
"I would like to remind you that there are 3,000 fallacies in total. If you correct one, it will disappear. So in theory, only a maximum of 300 people can pass."
"The same goes for searching for people. Theoretically, there are only 100 qualified places."
"In addition, Chang'an has a curfew system. There are still five hours before the curfew, which is ten hours."
"After the street cleaning drum that represents the curfew is sounded, no matter how many people pass, this round of tasks will end!"
"Now, let's begin."
As soon as Teacher Wang finished speaking, everyone rushed towards the bottom of the city tower impatiently.
Instructor Wang glanced around, only to find that a man was not moving. Instead, he was squatting on the ground, holding a dagger in his hand, and was chipping away at the city wall.
Instructor Wang frowned, looked at the silver-haired player, recalled the information, and said, "Feng Chaohuang, what are you doing?"
"Wait a moment, Teacher Wang."
“There’s a brick here with the joints misaligned!”
…
At the same time, above Chang'an City, a group of instructors were sitting on the big cloud sofa, looking at the many screens in front of them, and also whispering to each other.
The figures of the contestants are exactly on those projection screens.
"Wow, half of the people will be eliminated in the first round." A young man who followed the instructor sighed with emotion.
"It's normal." The instructor next to him said, "Although they are all selected by various museums, there is still a gap in strength."
"There is nothing to say about looking for historical fallacies. This is the responsibility of the civilized envoy. If you are confident in your knowledge or not confident in your strength, you can choose this path. If you are not knowledgeable and have no confidence in your strength, then you will be It’s no one’s fault for being eliminated.”
"The search for people actually tests the acuity of mental power. After all, it is really difficult to find two people among 600,000 projections. This is a test specially prepared for those with high combat power."
"This round is just a preliminary screening, so watch carefully."
The young man nodded instructively and continued to look at the projection screens.
…
Once the 805 contestants entered the city of Chang'an, they all immediately disappeared without a trace. Chen Hao was leisurely walking on the Zhuque Avenue in ancient Chang'an, as if he was going shopping.
He easily found ten out of 3,000 fallacies, but he was not in a hurry.
It's just that he is a little curious, how can those who are not good at historical knowledge find the hidden ones from the 600,000 projections?
Well, is that a good little monk?
…
At the same time, on another street in Chang'an City.
Zhenxing looked around, then his mental energy suddenly exploded, and the shadow of the relic behind him flashed away.
Then, a spiritual force tightly wrapped around Zhenxing's eyes, and Zhenxing's pupils glowed with golden light.
He glanced at it and shook his head: "Not here!"
Then quickly ran to the next street.
…
"Buddha bone relics!"
Above the clouds, a mentor happened to see the scene of Zhen Xing. He turned his head and looked at Master Zhiqing and said, "Zhiqing, is this your disciple?"
Zhiqing smiled and nodded, and said: "My disciple has linked the relics of Sakyamuni's true body in Famen Temple, and his spiritual power has the meaning of Buddhism. I used to think that the special effects were just defensive 'protectors'. Recently, I successfully transformed the interior location. The real special effect is the 'Buddhist Rhythm', which can protect the Dharma by concentrating on the whole body, and can see the fluctuations of mental power by concentrating on the eyes."
"This phantom has no spiritual power!"
"Not bad ability." The instructor nodded.
Just then, an exclamation came from the other side——
"W-what's going on with this little girl?"
Master Zhiqing and the instructor quickly followed the sound and saw a cute and cute little girl who looked like a junior high school student walking on the street on a projection screen. On the street in front of her, it began to rain out of thin air!
"This is Wen Shiqing's younger sister, Wen Bixiao..." A tutor recognized the little girl's identity, "This child's linked artifact is the Water-Resisting Stone Rhinoceros, and the mental special effect seems to be 'Water Control'?"
“This session is extraordinary!”
"Yes, yes, those three magical interior locations haven't been taken action yet."
"Hey, hey, hey, look here, what is this Taoist priest doing? It's really outrageous." Another voice sounded.
