Feng Qinglang took the lead and walked towards the lake and said with a smile: "Everyone, illusion is actually to use spiritual power as a guide to lead others into the spiritual world created by oneself. What is needed is a little bit of physical knowledge and a

With a little imagination, you can do it, it’s not difficult.”

An aristocratic child following Feng Qinglang couldn't help but ask: "Your Excellency, illusionist, but my grandfather said that what illusionists need most is talent?"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but turned around and smiled: "Effort and opportunity are far more important than talent." When he said this, bitterness surged through his heart. When you spend thousands of years on the same day, you can understand that talent is more important to illusions.

, is indeed not the most important part. He has transformed from a person who knows nothing about illusions to an illusionist.

The sparkling lake reflects the blue sky and white clouds. Feng Qinglang squatted down by the lake, holding a little lake water in his hands, bending down and lowering his head, as if tasting wine, savoring the water in his hands.

Praise: "It's very sweet, you should try it too"

Everyone couldn't help but imitate one after another. They felt that the lake water was pure and sweet. It was the most natural water source they had ever tasted in their lives. They couldn't help but praise it.

Feng Qinglang allowed everyone to be excited for a while, and then he smiled and said: "Everyone, actually you didn't drink the water, but I'll give you a psychological hint in advance. The water in 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 blood of the abyss, with a stink rising to the sky. All kinds of strange insects were drilling in and out of the blood, squirming incessantly to deepen the purpose of education, but he knew that,

Now, the group in front of me is a noble. If that's true, then I will hear the cry of children and the scream of women. Well, then I can prepare for the refund.

Therefore, he just said something very serious and sincere: "In the world of illusion, seeing is not believing, there is only deception of the mind. When you fall into an illusion and clearly sense the malicious intent of the other illusionist, the best way is to

It means suicide. Except for a few legendary illusions such as the blink of an eye and a thousand years, in most illusions, the wishes of the person involved 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, right?"

Feng Qinglang nodded and said: "It is indeed not difficult because no matter here or above the sea of ​​clouds just now, you can clearly identify 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. They found themselves back in the original opera house. Everything was the same as before. Just when they thought the illusion experience was over, Feng Qinglang's voice sounded in their ears.

It sounded: "If this is the case, do you still dare to commit suicide?"

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

The old gentleman who had been patted on the shoulder by Feng Qinglang couldn't help but ask: "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 scene began to change. This time, there was no dazzling light band. Feng Qinglang just constructed the world directly in front of their eyes, as if he was not worried about the other illusionists who were listening to the lecture.

, and also 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 underfoot melted away, turning into avenues paved with rough gravel.

This was a strange street, probably in a strange city. Feng Qinglang had a small flag in his hand. The logo was the emblem of the Bi family. It sold well, and then he also transformed into the clothes of a tour guide.

, also waved the flag and smiled at everyone: "Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the illusion town, please follow me closely and don't get lost."

Everyone discovered that their clothes had actually been changed into civilian clothes. They walked on this street without being conspicuous, just like the most ordinary tourist group.

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

But this immediately attracted criticism from some shop owners on the street: "Which group are you from? You are so ignorant. You are blocking in front of my shop and why are you clapping randomly?"

"Which country bumpkin are these from? I can almost smell the cow dung on them..."

Amidst these condemnations, some shopkeepers ran up to Feng Qinglang and whispered: "Boy, bring someone into my shop and give you a commission." The volume was just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Feng Qinglang turned around and said with a hearty smile: "Everyone, what do you think? What if this is the case? Do you still have the confidence to judge whether you are in an illusion or reality? Just like when we were children, we always liked to ask ourselves, who am I? But gradually

When you grow up, you no longer think about this problem. Have you really understood that problem, or have you completely entered this world and no longer have a sense of separation?"

Next, he took everyone to wander around this randomly constructed town. Because it was random, the town seemed small, but in fact it could be infinitely large.

Feng Qinglang has decided to spend the remaining time of the open class in this small town.

Dongfang Pei beside him couldn't help but laugh and said: "Don't you see that your boy has the talent to be a tutor? He can always waste his time inadvertently."

Feng Qinglang smiled and looked at the temporary students who were shopping in several shops on the roadside. They were having a great time. They spent endless money and could always buy all kinds of strange things that could not be seen outside, such as flying machines.

Little dragons, barbecue dragon wings, candied haws made of unicorn eyes... It's a pity that these things cannot be taken out.

A strong wind blew past, blowing away the branches and leaves of the trees at the end of the street, allowing Feng Qinglang to see the scenery at the end clearly. His whole body froze immediately, and he even couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In his illusion plan, there should be the central square, and there should be an extremely gorgeous fountain in the center. But now, there is a huge sculpture that reaches the height of the white clouds.

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

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Chapter completed!