Author: Mu Jili

After tossing everyone for a whole day, everyone was almost made to feel a heavy shadow cast over their hearts.

No one knew that they would actually have face-to-face contact with the 'demon'. Although it was a false demon, it was too real.

Fortunately, they were all young men and women with strong muscles, otherwise they would have been frightened to death.

Yang Huaiyu felt very excited, and the back of his head felt numb on the way back.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has extraordinary courage.

Besides, we didn't shoot his scenes today.

During the whole process, he stood beside Taoist Master Lu, and the onlookers were crying and howling because they were frightened by the 'demon'.

Just a few feet away is the difference between the studio and reality.

Standing next to Daozhang Lu, he had no fear that those ferocious monsters would rush over and devour him.

I just think it's fun.

However, his good days did not last long.

After returning to Khe Sanh, the head teacher said that in order for him to fit into Steve's thin body image, he must transform himself into a consumptive ghost in a short period of time.

When Yang Huaiyu heard this, a mouthful of blood almost spurted out of his throat.

He had read the script. It said that Steve was initially as thin as a stick, unable to lift his shoulders, sickly and angry, and even children could bully him.

And Yang Huaiyu has strong limbs, extremely solid chest and abdominal muscles, and his biceps that he has practiced martial arts for many years can crush someone to death. How could he fit the image of a consumptive ghost?

He broke his brain and couldn't figure out what he could do to quickly reduce his size.

Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about it for long. Soon, a special training team came to help him.

The leader, Taoist Zhike, was about the middle of the year. He happily greeted Yang Huaiyu: "I am a poor Taoist, Zhiyun, but I am the chief deacon under the empress who passed the decree. I have met my senior brother."

Yang Huaiyu raised his hands and saluted: "Junior brother Zhiyun is polite."

"Senior brother, according to the order of Master Daozi, Pingdao must transform you into a new person in the shortest possible time and meet the requirements for the role. Are you ready?"

Yang Huaiyu nodded: "I'm ready!"

"Okay!" Zhiyun was overjoyed. He waved his hand and took out a huge wooden stick from nowhere.

The disciples who were accompanying him were also shocked. They held wooden sticks and smashed Yang Huaiyu's head and face down!

"Ah! What are you—!!?" Before Yang Huaiyu could react, he was hit hard on the face.

He was furious and wanted to fight back immediately.

"Senior brother! This is part of the training. Don't fight back!" Taoist Zhiyun's voice sounded anxiously. At the same time, he stopped his offensive and explained to Yang Huaiyu: "It is really difficult to torture senior brother to a boneless state in the shortest possible time.

It’s too difficult.”

"But if you want to achieve bruises all over your body, it's easy to deal with the fact that Qi is like a gossamer!"

"The poor Taoist also thought hard before he came up with this method."

"In the next few days, I will appear near senior brother at any time and beat him very violently. I must torture you until you, senior brother, become nervous, have trouble breathing, and suffer from sleep disorders!"

Yang Huaiyu waited for him to finish, then asked confusedly: "But, why is this?"

Taoist Zhiyun smiled slightly and enlightened him: "Senior brother, think about it, if senior brother lives in such a high-pressure and stressful environment day and night, wouldn't he be able to weaken quickly?"

"Once a person is deprived of sleep for a long period of time, the state of being like a gossamer will come naturally without having to act. And in this process, the junior brothers will leave no room for action every time. The senior brothers are extremely skilled in martial arts, so they will definitely not break their bones or muscles.

It's just that the appearance is also thin and injured, wouldn't it be more in line with the character's characteristics?"

Yang Huaiyu thought carefully and nodded: "You are right."

Taoist Zhiyun added: "Also, senior brother, you must not fight back. You must know that, senior brother, you are the eldest disciple of Master Daozi, and you have mastered the first level of health-preserving skills. How can we be your opponent? If you are senior brother,

If you fight back, I'm afraid I'll die on the spot if I get one slap."

Yang Huaiyu nodded solemnly: "You are waiting for my own good, so I won't hurt you, don't worry."

"Yes, thank you very much, senior brother!" Taoist Zhiyun clasped his fists and saluted.

Yang Huaiyu smiled freely: "No need... Oops!"

He didn't expect that as soon as Taoist Zhiyun finished his salute, he gave him a blow on his shoulder blade, causing him to cry out in pain.

Looking back again, I saw Taoist Zhiyun looking at him resolutely, with strong encouragement and expectations in his eyes.

Yang Huaiyu hugged his shoulders, resisting the pain and said: "Junior brother is really responsible, senior brother admires me!"

…

Nightshade was lying on the bedside of Zixuan. Seeing her writing something nonstop, she swayed her crystal feet, chewed snacks and asked, "Sister Zixuan, what are you doing?"

Zixuan smiled fondly, put the account book in her hand into the cabinet, pinched a handful of nightshade and said, "I'm keeping accounts and calculating recent expenses."

"Oh." Long Kui wrinkled her nose and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness Daozi will definitely like you very much when he sees that you are so capable."

She recalled what she had experienced in the past few months. Ever since she and Sister Zixuan took on the role of Guanzhong, Sister Zixuan no longer had time to play with her.

Every time I see her, she is busy studying something.

Or reading, or writing, or scheduling.

It's nothing like that sister Zixuan in the past, who spent all day worrying about which snacks were delicious and bought some for Nightshade to try.

A hint of loneliness flashed through Zixuan's almond-shaped eyes as bright as stars, and she murmured in a low voice: "No, how could His Highness Daozi like me..."

She forced herself to calm down and said, "I just like the feeling of dealing with these things. In recent days, I feel that I have become a lot smarter and I can understand many things."

Nightshade pouted and was about to say something when she heard a sad and angry roar coming from outside the window: "Zhiyun! I will fight with you!!"

A look of astonishment appeared on her fair oval face, and she asked in surprise: "This voice sounds familiar, what's wrong?"

Zixuan glanced out the window and said, "He is the new disciple of His Highness Daozi."

"Oh? It's him." Nightshade nodded: "He seems to be very angry. What happened?"

"I guess you were tortured too much by your subordinate Deacon Zhiyun." Zixuan explained the whole story.

During this period of time, in order to get this handsome young man into the state quickly, people in Zhikedao have carried out devilish pressure training for him.

In the morning, he might have been woken up by a basin of cold water.

It is also possible that he was bitten awake by a vicious dog.

Later, on the way from his residence to Guanli, he will be attacked dozens of times.

There is no lunch.

The chef has been given strict orders not to prepare meals for Yang Huaiyu. If he wants to eat, he has to find his own way.

As a result, the wild animals in the mountains suffered.
Chapter completed!