I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 2, take a video to make fans longer

After lunch, the siblings rode their electric bikes to Yunyang Temple in Xiaoyang Mountain.

It is said that Yunyang Temple was built in the early Ming Dynasty.

The main hall at that time was located on the top of Xiaoyang Mountain, which was named after Yunyang Temple.

But time is always merciless. Four to five hundred years of wars and man-made disasters have completely removed the not-so-magnificent temple, leaving only the lush and tall ginkgo tree and the paved land of more than an acre of land at its feet. slate.

Now on the courtyard walls and roofs of many old houses in the village, you may still be able to find bricks, stones and tiles from the Taoist temples at that time.

The Yunyang Temple at the foot of the mountain was scaled down and newly built by Lu Daochang according to the architectural layout on the top of the mountain.

Ever since Lu Daochang passed away in Yang Zhao's sophomore year, the view has been empty.

Usually it is Yang's father and Wang's mother who come to offer incense and clean up.

Put the electric car in Yunyang Temple, and the two began to climb the mountain.

Xiaoyang Mountain is not high, and there are roads on the mountain, but the young people nowadays are not very physically strong. When the two of them climbed to the top of the mountain, they were already out of breath and unable to speak.

After resting for a while, Yang Yun took out his mobile phone to check, and sure enough there was no signal here. "How about our experiment? Or should you call me?"

"There is no signal on this mountain, and the two of us can't get through to each other on the phone. Why don't we see if we can get online."

With that said, Yang Zhao took off the road sign and stuck it on the back of the phone, turned on the phone, and entered the web search. Sure enough, everything can be operated normally, and there is no lag.

She slowly moved away from the phone with the signboard, and the web page became faltered little by little, and there was no signal after about ten centimeters.

Yang Yun tilted his head and watched her slowly experiment, his eyes became brighter and brighter, perhaps this discovery could shock the world.

"Sister, sister, sister, give me a try, give me a try."

He excitedly took the Dao card handed over by his sister, and pasted it on his phone for experimentation.

Yang Zhao just looked at her younger brother there and laughed silly, with a bit of pity in his eyes.

He didn't seem to have realized that the strangeness of this Dao card actually didn't help the two of them much in their future life and career development.

Because their family's financial conditions are not very good, the two siblings are enrolled in public-funded normal students.Yang Zhao studied English, while Yang Yun studied history.

Both of them are liberal arts students.

Yang Zhao stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, and walked towards the big ginkgo tree in the middle of the mountain.

In the past, Lu Daochang came to the top of the mountain to practice kung fu every day, and Yang Zhao and his brother often followed him to play when they were young.

In the past two years, no one has come to clean up the mountain, and the gaps between the stone slabs are full of weeds and short shrubs, which make the ginkgo look very tall.

The cool north wind in early October dyed this big ginkgo a mottled yellowish color.

She stood still in front of the ginkgo tree, bowed and saluted, "I have seen Master Gongsun."

His master once told him that there are two big ginkgo trees in the temple.

A Gongsun Zan, the one on the top of the mountain.

A Gongsun Yong, in another Yunyang temple.

From generation to generation, the disciples of Guanzhong call them Shishu.

The mountain wind passed by, and the leaves rustled, as if returning the gift, which made her slightly lost in thought.

"I've also met Uncle Gongsun!" Yang Yun followed him at some point.

"Why don't you play anymore?"

"I just realized that we have nothing to do with this matter, so you can take it." Yang Yun said and put the Dao card around her neck, and then excitedly handed over the phone.

"Look at the video I just shot, isn't it pretty? Putting it on my account will definitely make it popular and gain hundreds of fans."

Both siblings have their own short video accounts, which they use to make some extra money.

Yang Zhao works as a porter and translator of foreign fantasy and funny videos. He has maintained an account for three years, and now he can earn three to four thousand yuan a month.

Yang Yun has just registered and has not yet decided on an operation theme.

Yang Zhao tilted his head and saw that he recorded a short video of himself walking over to salute Master Gongsun.

The sky, the giant tree, the people saluting under the tree, when the wind blows, the tension of the picture blows to the face.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao couldn't help praising him.

"Then sister, you can play a trick for me. I will take another picture of such a beautiful scene."

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Yang Yun looking at her flatteringly.

"You also know that my master taught me one thing, and it's not martial arts, it's just a cutscene."

"It's okay, I just want the ecstasy feeling."

"Okay, then I'll go for a few trips to get acquainted, and I'll try to do it later."

She wandered around and found the stone slab that Daoist Lu ordered for her to stand on. There was also a mottled Tai Chi picture on the slate.

Yang Yun, on the other hand, ran around his sister with a mobile phone, looking for the best shooting distance and angle.

After a while, he found a satisfactory place to squat down, and asked in a raised voice, "Sister, are you alright?"

"I can start now." After all, she has practiced for more than ten years, and she deserves it.

"Then start with 3, 2, 1!"

Yang Zhao found the right direction, walked Qixing and Bagua and started moving.

There are a total of 27 steps in this cutscene. There is nothing wrong with the first nine steps, but the tenth step starts to struggle, and it feels like the wind is strong.

At step No.18, it is like being in the water, and every gesture is a hindrance.

She suddenly felt something was wrong, and wanted to stop as soon as she stopped, but in a trance, she heard a clear male voice sounding in her mind.

"Xiao Zhaoer, don't be afraid, go on."

Yang Zhao's scalp was about to explode, but that voice seemed to have some irresistible magic power, pushing her to continue walking.

Step No.19, the water began to flow slowly.

In the second step of No.20, she was a little unstable due to the impact of the rushing water.

No.20 five steps, she stepped into the monstrous waves, was thrown high and then photographed heavily.

No. 20 six steps, the water has covered the top of her head, her lungs hurt from choking every time she took a breath, Yang Zhao panicked, will she die?
She struggled in fear and wanted to escape, but her body involuntarily took the last step.

In an instant, the world was dark, and the huge water pressure imprisoned her, making her unable to move. The oxygen in her lungs seemed to be squeezed out, and her brain buzzed.

She vaguely heard someone calling her sister, but she couldn't figure out who it was.Then passed out.

Yang Yun, who was not far away, was dumbfounded. He watched his sister's front feet still taking videos against the strong wind, while the entire mountain peak was black on the back feet.

Although it only took a second or two to return to normal, his sister was gone.

"Sister, sister, don't play, come out!"

Yang Yun stumbled and ran over, walked around the ginkgo, then ran to the place where his sister was shooting the video, and stomped hard on the stone slab under his feet.

It is clear at a glance on the top of the mountain, and there is no way to hide people.

Is she going to roll off the hilltop?
With strong hopes, Yang Yun searched carefully along the periphery of the platform on the top of the mountain, but couldn't find it.

Looking at the empty mountain top, he was completely panicked now.With only one or two seconds, where can Yang Zhao go!

Trembling, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his sister, but there was no signal at all on Xiaoyang Mountain.

"Sister! Where are you? Sister! Yang Zhao!"

(End of this chapter)