Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 79
After tossing everyone for a whole day, the big guy was almost made to cast a heavy shadow over his heart.

No one knew that they really wanted to come into contact with the 'monster' face to face. Although it was a false monster, it was too real.

Fortunately, they are all young men and women with strong muscles and bones, otherwise they would have to be scared to death.

Yang Huaiyu felt very irritated, and the back of her head felt numb on the way back.

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

Besides, I didn't film his scenes today.

During the whole process, he stood beside Lu Daochang, and the surrounding audience were crying and howling after being frightened by the 'demon'.

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

Standing beside Lu Daochang, he was not afraid that those ferocious monsters would rush over and devour him.

Just for fun.

However, his good days didn't last long.

After returning to Xishan, Master Master said that in order for him to conform to Steven's thin body image, he must toss himself into the appearance of a sick and consumptive ghost in a short period of time.

Hearing this, Yang Huaiyu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood from his throat.

He had read the script, and it said that Steven was so skinny at first, unable to lift his shoulders, sickly and breathless, that even children could bully him.

And Yang Huaiyu has a strong body, his chest and abdomen muscles are extremely solid, and his biceps, which has been practicing martial arts all year round, can pinch people to death. How could he fit the image of a sick and consumptive ghost?

He broke his head and couldn't figure out what to do to quickly reduce his body shape.

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

The head Taoist Zhike was around the middle of the year, and greeted Yang Huaiyu cheerfully: "Poverty Tao Zhiyun is the chief deacon under the imperial edict, and I have met my senior brother."

Yang Huaiyu cupped his hands and saluted: "Junior Brother Zhiyun is polite."

"Senior brother, according to the decree of Daozi's teaching, Pindao must reborn you in the shortest possible time to meet the performance requirements. I wonder if you are ready?"

Yang Huaiyu nodded: "I'm ready!"

"Okay!" Zhiyun was overjoyed, waved his hand, and pulled out a gigantic wooden stick out of nowhere.

The disciples who accompanied him were also shocked, holding a wooden stick, and smashing Yang Huaiyu's head and face, and smashed it down!

"Ah! You are--!!!?" Before Yang Huaiyu could react, he was hit hard on the face.

He was so angry that he was about to fight back immediately.

"Senior brother! This is part of the training, don't fight back!" Taoist Zhiyun's voice sounded anxiously, and at the same time stopped the offensive, explaining to Yang Huaiyu: "It is really hard to toss the senior brother into a thin and boneless state in the shortest possible time. It's too difficult."

"However, if you want to achieve bruises all over your body, it's easy to do it!"

"The poor Taoist also pondered hard, so he figured out such a method."

"In the next few days, I will haunt the senior brother at any time, and beat the senior brother very violently. We must toss until the senior brother is nervous, you are in trouble, you have difficulty breathing, and you lose your sleep!"

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

Taoist Zhiyun smiled slightly and enlightened him: "Brother, think about it, if you live in such a stressful environment day and night, wouldn't you be able to weaken quickly."

"Once a person lacks sleep for a long time, the state of qi like a gossamer will come out naturally without acting. Moreover, in this process, every time the juniors make a move, they will spare no room for it. The senior martial arts are superb, and they will definitely not really break their bones. It's just that the appearance will also be thinner and more injured, wouldn't it be more in line with the characteristics of the character?"

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

Taoist Zhiyun added: "Also, brother, you must never fight back. You know, brother, you are the eldest disciple taught by Daozi, and you have passed the first level of the formula of health preservation. We are no match for you. If you, brother If I fight back, I'm afraid I will die on the spot if I receive a slap."

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

"Yes, thank you senior brother!" Taoist Zhiyun clasped his fists in salute.

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

He didn't expect Taoist Zhiyun to give him a slap in the shoulder blade as soon as he finished saluting, and immediately cried out in pain.

Looking back, Taoist Zhiyun looked at him resolutely, with strong encouragement and expectations in his eyes.

Yang Huaiyu hugged his shoulders, forced himself to bear the pain and said: "Young brother is really responsible, I admire you!"

……

Solanum nigrum was lying on the bedside of Zixuan, seeing her writing something non-stop, she shook her crystal feet, chewed snacks and asked, "Sister Zixuan, what are you doing?"

Zixuan gave a doting smile, put the account book in her hand into the cabinet, pinched the nightshade's nose and said: "I am keeping accounts, calculating the latest expenses."

"Oh." Solanum nigrum wrinkled his nose and said with a smile, "His Royal Highness Daozi must like you very much seeing that you are so capable."

She thought back on her experience in the past few months. Since she and sister Zixuan took up the position in the temple, sister Zixuan no longer had time to play with her.

Every time I saw her, she was busy studying something.

Or reading, or writing, or dispatching.

It's not at all like that sister Zixuan in the past, who spends all day caring about which snacks are delicious, and buys some for Solanum nigrum to taste.

A trace of loneliness flashed in Zixuan's starry Xingren eyes, and she murmured in a low voice: "No, how could His Highness Daozi like me..."

She forced herself to be calm again: "I just like the feeling of dealing with these things. In recent days, I feel that I am much smarter, and I can understand many things."

Solanum nigrum pouted and was about to say something, but heard a sad and angry roar from outside the window: "Zhiyun! I will fight you!!"

A look of astonishment appeared on her white goose egg face, and she asked in surprise, "This voice sounds so familiar, what's wrong?"

Zixuan glanced out of the window lightly, and said, "It's His Highness Daozi's new big disciple."

"Oh? It's him." Solanum nigrum nodded: "He seems very angry, what happened??"

"It's probably because you were tortured too much by your subordinate Zhiyun Deacon." Zixuan explained the ins and outs.

During this period of time, in order to let this elegant young man quickly enter the state, Zhike Dao people have launched devilish pressure training for him.

At Chen Shi, he might have been woken up by a basin of cold water.

It may also be woken up by a vicious dog bite.

After that, on the way from his residence to Guanli, he will encounter dozens of attacks.

There is no lunch.

The back kitchen has been strictly ordered not to prepare meals for Yang Huaiyu. If he wants to eat, he has to find his own way.

As a result, the beasts in the mountains suffered.

(End of this chapter)