alone mountain and river

Feng Qinglang took the lead and walked towards the lake, and said with a smile: "Everyone, illusion is actually using spiritual power as a guide to lead others into the spiritual world created by oneself. What is needed is a little knowledge of physics and a little bit of knowledge. With a little imagination, you can do it, it's not difficult."

An aristocratic child following Feng Qinglang couldn't help but asked, "Your Excellency, Illusionist, but my grandfather said that what an illusionist needs most is talent?"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help turning around and laughing: "Effort and opportunity are far more important than talent!" When he said this, bitterness surged in his heart. When you spend thousands of years on the same day, you will understand that talent is more important than illusion. In other words, it's really not the most important link, I just changed from a person who knows nothing about illusions to an illusionist!

On the sparkling water of the lake, the blue sky and white clouds were reflected. Feng Qinglang squatted down by the lake, holding a little lake water in both hands, bending over and bowing her head, like tasting wine, savoring the water in her hands carefully. Zan said: "It's very sweet, come and try it too!"

Everyone couldn't help imitating it. They only felt that the lake water was pure and sweet, and it was the most natural water source they had ever tasted in their life. They couldn't help but praise it.

Feng Qinglang couldn't wait for the crowd to be excited for a while before she said with a smile: "Everyone, in fact, you didn't drink water, but I gave you a psychological hint in advance, this lake is very sweet, and with this pure natural scenery, you can easily fall into it." Among the small traps I designed, I also think this is good water!"

If Feng Qinglang was leading a group of illusion apprentices, the lake in front of him would probably turn into the bloody water of the abyss, the stench would soar to the sky, and all kinds of strange insects would come out of the bloody water, wriggling endlessly, to deepen the purpose of education, but he knew, Now the gang in front of you are nobles, if you really do this, you will hear the cries of children and the screams of women, um, and then you can prepare for refunds.

Therefore, he just said something with great earnestness: "In the world of illusion, seeing is believing, only the deception of the mind! When you are caught in an illusion and you are clearly aware of the malice of the other illusionist, the best way , is suicide, except for a few legendary-level illusions such as Blinking Millennium, most of the illusions, the wishes of the parties can be reflected in the illusion, there is no more effective way to escape than suicide!"

A noble lady couldn't help raising her hand and asked, "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, this is not difficult, is it?"

Feng Qinglang nodded and said: "It's really not difficult! Because no matter here or above the sea of ​​clouds just now, you can clearly recognize that this is an illusion! But what if the scene is like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the light flashed in front of everyone's eyes again, and they found themselves back in the original opera house, and everything was the same as before. Just when they thought that the illusion experience was over, Feng Qingqing's voice rang in their ears It sounded: "If this is the case, do you still dare to commit suicide?"

It was an understatement, but everyone's hairs stood on end. There were no scary scenes or things, but it was the first time they felt the strangeness and danger of illusion in the public class.

The old gentleman who was patted on the shoulder by Feng Qinglang before couldn't help asking: "But, I always feel that I have returned to the real world?"

In answer to his words, all the seats began to dissolve, and the surrounding scenes began to change. This time, there was no dazzling band of light, and Feng Qinglang constructed the world directly in front of their eyes, as if she was not worried about the other illusionists who were taking the class. , and deliberately slowed down the rhythm countless times to let them experience it.

As a result, people saw that the opera house was slowly disappearing, buildings were erected around it, and the velvet cloth under their feet melted away, turning into avenues paved with rough gravel.

This is a strange street, it should be in a strange city, Feng Qinglang has a small flag in his hand, which is the emblem of the Bi family. , waving a flag, and smiled at everyone: "Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to Magic Town, please follow me closely, don't get lost!"

Everyone noticed that their clothes had also been changed into civilian clothes. Walking on this street, they were not conspicuous, just like a most ordinary tourist group.

As a result, people couldn't help but give out another round of applause.

But this immediately drew criticism from some shop owners on the street: "Which regiment are you from? You are really ignorant. You are standing in front of my shop. Why are you clapping your hands?"

"Which village are these country bumpkins? I can almost smell the cow dung on their bodies..."

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Amidst these voices of condemnation, some shopkeepers ran to Feng Qinglang's side and said in a low voice: "Boy, bring someone into my shop, and I'll give you a commission!" The volume of this voice was just enough for everyone to hear.

Feng Qinglang turned her head and smiled heartily: "Everyone, how are you? What if this is the case? Do you still have the confidence to judge whether you are doing illusion or reality? It's like when we were young, we always asked ourselves, who am I? But when gradually When you grow up, don’t think about it anymore. Do you really understand that problem, or do you fully enter this world and no longer feel detached?”

Next, he took everyone to wander around this randomly constructed small town. Because of the randomness, this small town seems small, but it can actually be infinitely large.

Feng Qinglang has made up her mind to spend the remaining time of the open class in this small town.

Dongfang Pei beside him couldn't help laughing and said: "Can't you see that you have the talent to be a mentor? You can always waste time completely without noticing it!"

Feng Qinglang smiled and looked at the temporary students who were shopping in a few shops on the side of the road. They had a great time, and with endless money, they could always buy strange things that couldn't be seen outside, such as flying Little dragons, barbecued dragon wings, candied haws made from unicorn eyes... It's a pity that these things can't be taken out.

A gust of wind blew away the branches and leaves of the trees at the end of the street, allowing Feng Qinglang to see the scenery at the end, he froze immediately, and even couldn't help trembling slightly.

In his illusion plan, there should be a central square, and an unusually gorgeous fountain should be in the center, but now, there is a huge and unparalleled sculpture, reaching the height of the white clouds.

What frightened Feng Qinglang the most was that the face of the sculpture was surprisingly familiar. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, he had seen it in legends, in countless albums, and in sculptures in a large number of cities. Face!

That's Dee.A Lun, the founder of the Di Dynasty, a man who has already been written into the legend, a legend within the legend!