I created countless illusions

Chapter 2 I Wear It Back Again
Ding!
The phone buzzed.

Yang Shou glanced at the content of the text message on the mobile phone screen, and then restrained and suppressed the anger and evil in his chest for the whole afternoon, and boiled together with the falling of the huge fireball.

Blocking one's future is like killing one's parents.

Since someone is doing the first grade of junior high school, don't blame him for being the fifteenth grader.

"The wine I, Yang Shou, is not so delicious!" After meditating, Yang Shou then grimaced, opened the small psychedelic array in the corner of the broken balcony, and put the two gas cylinders hidden in the array I took it out, thought for a while, and thought that with my good looks, maybe I could talk to Sister Tian about human feelings, so I put another bottle back to its original place, and closed the psychedelic array properly.

Xiandu Tea Room, one of the old cheap tea rooms on Dazhi Street.

The boss, Sister Tian, ​​is even more of a face on Dazhi Street, and she still has some weight in the small circle.

The slides were flickering, and in the concert hall where fantasy and reality were mixed together, a group of extra performers who had just returned from the crew were drinking with their arms around the well-dressed young ladies.

The verbal thanks to Yang Shou never stopped.

The voices of defending him are also one after another.

In a corner of the concert hall, Yang Shou handed a gas cylinder to Sister Tian in pain.

This chubby, middle-aged woman with a kind smile quickly put away the gas cylinder that Yang Shou handed over.

He also didn't ask Yang Shou's purpose, as if he already knew what was going on.

"It's only one bottle, and I can only help you deal with one person." Sister Tian said while playing with the store gas cylinder.

Yang Shou heaved a sigh of relief, seeing that Sister Tian didn't intend to ask for a fare increase, he nodded implicitly and said, "Although Road to Revenge is a third-rate crew, I know that the group of prop masters is relatively united. Sister Tian, ​​of course you have great hands and eyes, but I Yang Shou Shou can't ask you to help me take risks, it's not authentic."

The implication is that as long as Sister Tian comes forward to help, clean up the person who robbed him of the role.

Sister Tian saw that Yang Shou could speak, and the words were beautiful and impeccable, so she smiled even more satisfied.

"Remember, you owe me a favor."

"Also, I will use all these short-lived ghosts you brought." Sister Tian's eyes were slightly red, showing a greedy expression.

Yang Shou said: "This can't be done, they are all my brothers and sisters, dear relatives and friends."

After a pause, before Sister Tian got angry, Yang Shou added: "At most three pumps, and they have to make them happy too, don't look for flaws."

Sister Tian has the bloodline of Charming Demon. Although it is impure, she can practice with the help of male energy.

Not many people know about this matter, and Yang Shou only learned about it by chance.

The tea in Xiandu Teahouse is delicious, but you should not drink it drunk, otherwise it is easy to drink it wrong.

Sister Tian counted the number of heads and nodded: "Yes, the balance is settled."

"Thank you, Miss Tian!" Yang Shou knew that he still took advantage of this matter.

Sister Tian does not lack daily practice consumables.

Next to it, on the single-open TV screen, the latest news is being broadcast.

The hot news one by one is being clearly broadcast by the host.

Yang Shou also listened casually.

The two most important news are that skinning sects are becoming more and more rampant, and the illusion rate of film and television works has dropped in another quarter, encouraging film and television workers to work harder.

There is no sign of rectifying the chaos in the film and television industry.

"Xiao Yang! You said that more and more movies and TV series are being made, and the investment cost is getting higher and higher. Why don't they look good?"

Yang Shouxin had a thousand words to say, but in the end he just shook his head.

"The content still doesn't work. I don't have faith. I just want to make money. Talented people can't get stretched." Sister Tian tempted Yang Shou to speak.

"After all, this is a group creative activity. Individual excellence is useless. Only capital can win over talents from all walks of life to complete the formation." Yang Shou still couldn't hold back, and said something, but it was just a cliché.

"Those tyrants earn so much money, they can make a lot of money by doing whatever they want, who cares about it?" Sister Tian, ​​as an outsider, complained naturally.

Yang Shou did not refute.

Although what Sister Tian said is biased towards laymen, it may not be unreasonable.

What's more, what's the relationship between the decline in industry performance and his low-level special contract?

He was just a walk-on, the only character with a name so far, and he was pried away by someone.

Without a real fixed role, even if the movies and TV series produced become illusions, he is not eligible to enter the illusion and collect rewards.

"Sister Tian! Thank you this time! I'll go first!"

"The fish raised at home haven't been fed yet." Yang Shou got up and said to Sister Tian, ​​midnight is approaching, and Yang Shou also practiced the Meridian Fuqi Technique, although he can only extract a little bit of the essence of the sun and the sun at [-]:[-] noon every day. Practice is a little tonic, but it is also a fixed 'income', which cannot be wasted.

Sister Tian winked: "Xiao Yang! A man's shelf life is also very short, and he will be oily in a few years. As my sister said before, you should think about it carefully. With my sister here, I guarantee that you will enter the first class before the age of 30." .”

"Don't think about it!" Yang Shou walked away, afraid that he couldn't help but look back.

Leaving behind a group of happy extras, Yang Shou walked out of the tea room alone.

In the tea room, several extra performers who noticed Yang Shou's departure all showed mocking expressions.

"It's still going too fast, the foundation is not stable, I thought it had something to do with it, and being a special contract is a big deal, so I stumbled!" said an extra performer.

Another group performer followed suit and said sourly: "The cultivation base is only the fourth level of the decane level, and there is not much difference from us. If you dare to take the special brand, he deserves to be punished."

"Let's not talk about him, let's drink!" All the group performers raised their glasses one after another.

"By the way, he won't fail to pay the bill!"

"Crap! Go ask!" Immediately, two extras split up, one went straight to the counter, and the other caught up with Yang Shou.

After quickly confirming that Yang Shou had paid the bill, they returned them silently.

On the streets late at night, besides people who come out to practice at night, there are also ghosts who come out to move around at night.

Yang Shou tightened the clothes on his body, he had enough mana of the tenth rank of Gui rank, and slowly mobilized and released it from his body, scaring away those wandering ghosts.

Cultivation from the decanic level to the first level is regarded as the foundation building before the dao.

In other words, practitioners who have not broken through Class A and entered the Yinyuan Realm cannot be regarded as true cultivators.

Even so, the true expressiveness of the tenth level of the decane is not considered hip stretching.

It is really useful to scare those wandering ghosts who have nothing to rely on.

Yang Shou, who returned home, adjusted his state before midnight, and carefully dragged a little moon dew from the moonlight into the center of his eyebrows. Half of Yang Shou's body was covered with frost in an instant.

At the same time, the thin wisp of magic power circulating in his body finally broke through the critical point and entered the first rank of the Ren class.

Before entering Zhenxiu Yinyuan, the practice from Gui level to A level is just the accumulation of mana.

Once it is accumulated, it will naturally break through.

So don't look at Yang Shou in his twenties, and still only at the first rank of the Ren rank, he thinks that the cultivation of the foundation stage is difficult.

In fact, as long as the resources are sufficient, all foundation building exercises can be completed in less than a hundred days.

Those monks who were born in a wealthy family usually completed the foundation building under the guidance of their parents and elders before they were three years old, and even retained a little bit of innate qi to cultivate.

At this time, Yang Shou didn't have time to feel the specific difference between Gui and Ren.

He only felt that his weak magic power was quickly crowding into the key-shaped birthmark in his palm.

At the same time, almost instinctively, he got up and grabbed the doorknob of the room.

Then he unscrewed the door.

The door, which was originally light, now weighs more than a thousand catties.

A voice, as if from an inner feeling, asked where he wanted to go.

Subconsciously, Yang Shou recalled his previous life.

Then opened the door.

White light enveloped Yang Shou's entire body.

In an instant, day and night were reversed.

Yang Shou looked up, and there were tall buildings in the distance, and dirty alleys nearby.

There are no floating garden islands, no dazzling and majestic Immortal Emperor City, no true cultivation of flying imperial weapons, no illusionary substances that occasionally fall and scatter from the void, and there is no faint aura floating in the air. ripple.

This place seems to be an ordinary world.

"I...really come back?" Yang Shou looked at the key-shaped birthmark in the palm of his hand, which had become dull in color, with a strong sense of unreality.

(End of this chapter)