Here, Yang Wuji is going all out to collect the knowledge of making deep dreams, and the illusion master and apprentice are also chatting over there.

"Stinky girl, are you really going to let that kid pass just like that?"

The phantom god was still angry with his apprentice, and the president walked behind her with a smile and kneaded her shoulder with his hand:

"Isn't that what Master wants to see? It's rare to have such an interesting person, if I am too difficult for him and force him to run away, Master, you still have to sigh every day? ”

"How is it possible, you are exaggerating, I am just more interested in his ability."

The phantom god snorted, and his rebuttal seemed a little weak.

"Anyway, of the three requests I made, the first two can tie him to us better, and the last one, although it is a personal interest, can also satisfy your curiosity, Master, and it is somewhat difficult, isn't it very easy to handle?"

The president smiled and sat down against the phantom god and took her hand:

"Master, you don't want to see the Dark Star Society fall into my hands, do you?"

"Hmph, what are you talking about? Times are different, and the reason why I asked you to be the president of the Dark Star Society was that I never expected you to carry it forward, purely because of the rules that everyone had set before, only the president of the Dark Star Society could inherit the position of the Phantom God. It's you...... Let that stinky boy be the vice president, in case you lose one day, won't the next president be him? Anyway, I'll put my words here, except for you, no one who wants to be an illusion god can't do it! That's the bottom line! ”

The phantom god said what he really thought in his heart, and the president was silent after hearing this, and held the master's hand tightly.

……

Soon, a month passed in the real world.

After ten months of study on the deep web, Yang Wuji has successfully changed from a person who has no concept of deep dreams to a "director" and "actor" who can skillfully produce deep dreams for up to one or two hours.

However, this level is still far from the president's requirements, and Yang Wuji's deep dream now even thinks it is a bunch of bad movies, let alone satisfying the president.

Because the inferior deep dream will affect his mental health, Yang Wuji didn't dare to let his sister see it and then help him make suggestions.

And in addition to the production technology, an excellent deep dream is like an excellent movie, which requires aesthetics, artistic taste, music, storyboarding, acting, psychological grasp of the experiencer, and so on.

Some of these abilities are innate, and some need to rely on the accumulation of time and the influence of the environment, which is not something that Yang Wuji and his sister can make up for a while.

Yang Wuji's deep dream is basically called back by the president every time, and he has to give him a bunch of very professional comments.

Now he finally knew that the beautiful appearance of the hut, and the oil paintings decorated in the house, were the work of the master and apprentice.

If the quality is not good, you can only make up the quantity, Yang Wuji plans to list all the memories of the first half of his life that he still has in his mind, and then like an editor, cut out all the clips he thinks are valuable, and finally give the president the entire super-long director's cut!

"Then I concentrate on learning the soundtrack for a period of time, buy more famous deep dreams to see, and then concentrate on the edited clips with appropriate music, so that the main content of deep dreams is my personal experience, original, make some BGM to eliminate the boring, and then highlight some key events and violent emotions...... Am I really a genius? ”

The more Yang Wuji thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible, and he wanted to listen to his sister's opinion again, but it turned out that his sister seemed to be busier than him.

Since the establishment of the "Atlas Guild" by the Gold Lord Alliance, my sister, the ace players of the guild, have lived an extremely fulfilling life, either cooperating with training in the game every day, or on the way to change games.

The credit points are also a lot of crazy income, and my sister's current monthly salary is almost catching up with Yang Wuji's guaranteed salary for half a year!

Under such a golden yuan offensive, every professional player in the Atlas Guild gradually went crazy, even if they were allowed to practice day and night, there was no complaint.

However, unlike what everyone imagined, the financiers did not rely on such a strong talent lineup to grab territory in major popular online games, but instead matched different professional players with each other like training, allowing them to go to various types of completely different games to do some various trainings.

And the more professional gamers are who can quickly adapt to new types of games, the faster the pay will improve.

Sister Yang Lingling belongs to the top group of players in this category, after all, she has a high talent for games, and she is also smart, plus the talent of predicting the future that can be brought into the deep web, although she can only predict for 2 seconds, it is enough to make her one of the best among professional players.

During this period of time, in order to do problems and learn to make deep dreams, Yang Wuji has been "eating subsistence", and he has not accepted any S-level tasks on the logistics company's side, so his sister, who has a large number of continuous credit points, has become the "pillar" of the family, supporting the main expenses of the family - the cost of transforming the mecha herself.

So Yang Wuji was embarrassed to burden her again, so he could only study it by himself.

Now he has only one thought, that is, to learn the technology of shielding the empire's surveillance as soon as possible, so that he can also help his sister solve the problem of exposing her identity, so that her sister can rest assured and boldly make a lot of money.

Time flashed again, and three months passed in the real world.

Yang Wuji spent a year in the deep web to prepare, and edited while learning, and did it for a year and a half, and finally achieved the deep dream of "the growth history of a prehistoric male paper (director's cut version)" in his mind.

The duration alone is 200 hours, and any memorable footage from his childhood to adulthood is spliced to the point where he thinks it is perfect, according to the editing method he has learned.

flashbacks, interludes, normal narration, stream of consciousness...... All the techniques were used over and over again.

It is interspersed with countless pieces of music he found in the deep web, each of which he found from hundreds or thousands of similar tunes.

"If it doesn't work, I'll have no choice."

Condense 200 hours of deep dreams into a disc-shaped message.

Yang Wuji returned to the cabin nervously, and handed the disc to the president with a solemn face.

"This is the first half of my life, please taste it!"

The phantom god on the side scoffed at this, but the president still had that amiable smile, she took the deep dream, and blew on the deep dream, and the disc immediately vaporized, turning into a pink mist, which was gently inhaled into the body by the president.

Seeing this, Yang Wuji glanced at the Phantom God, which meant "Look at how elegant people absorb information, it's like you directly pinching it into jelly beans and swallowing it", and as a result, he was beaten without suspense.

A few minutes later, the president, who had been closing his eyes to check the contents of the dream, suddenly burst into clear tears from the corners of his eyes, then opened his eyes, sighed with satisfaction, exhaled a mouthful of pink mist, and recondensed the deep dream into the shape of a disc, and handed it to the phantom god.

"This ...... How awesome is my deep dream? Yang Wuji was stunned and watched the president wipe away the tears on his face with a handkerchief, although the president had not spoken yet, but looking at her expression, there was no doubt that she must be satisfied.

"The technique is clumsy, the soundtrack is noisy and uncoordinated, and in terms of production level and artistic taste, it is the worst kind of layman's self-congratulatory work I have ever seen. But this time there is enough content, and it is comprehensive enough, you have passed. ”

Sure enough, after wiping away the tears, the president nodded to Yang Wuji, showing a congratulatory expression, it was her words that made Yang Wuji feel a little wrong.

"What do you mean? I've been in vain for so long, in fact, you just need to be long enough? ”

Yang Wuji asked a little unwillingly, and the president confirmed his guess:

"In addition to the length of time, the content should also be comprehensive, but as long as you are long enough, you will naturally be able to cover enough comprehensive content, so it is similar to just look at the duration."

Yang Wuji sat on the sofa in a daze after listening:

"So what have I been working hard for the past two or three years...... Wouldn't it be enough to just fight for thousands of hours of dreams? I'm so stupid, I really ......."

"You can't say that, haven't you cultivated some artistic cells? Although there is only the level of microorganisms, interest is the key to success, and the door to the art world is open for you, come on boy. ”

The president laughed and comforted him, but it was counterproductive.

While the two were talking, the phantom god had already finished reading Yang Wuji's deep dream, and to Yang Wuji's expectation, this time the phantom god did not immediately sarcastically say anything about him, but just handed him a sympathetic look:

"I didn't expect that even before the Anno War, in such a free environment, human beings still looked like they were getting by, and the treasures were thrown forward without realizing it...... It's really pathetic. ”

“…… Is it necessary to get to this point? ”

Yang Wuji couldn't cry or laugh, he asked himself that he had worked very hard in the first half of his life, going to work every day, paying off mortgages, car loans, and credit loans, and then eating, sleeping, sleeping, eating, occasionally playing games and brushing his mobile phone, and his life was still quite full and happy.

But no matter what, the three tests have all been passed so far, not only the phantom god, but even Yang Wuji himself feels a little incredible.

At the beginning, he, like the Phantom God, thought that it would take him a lot of time to clear these three tests, but he didn't expect that it would take less than half a year in the real world to complete it!

Thinking about it, Yang Wuji felt that he was quite awesome, and even wanted to cross his waist on the spot for a while.

"That...... Phantom God, I've passed all the tests, so are you always starting today...... You're going to take me as a disciple? ”

Yang Wuji's consciousness body rubbed his hands, looking expectant, but was glared at viciously by the phantom god:

"I only promised to teach you things, I didn't say that I would take you as an apprentice! You're not qualified to be my apprentice! A student at most, you know? ”

"Understood, understood, teacher, when will we start learning how to block the Empire's surveillance?"

Yang Wuji hit the snake with the stick, and came up with a flattering face.

"Don't worry, if you want to block the imperial surveillance, you have to understand the essence of the deep web first, and then independently make your own sequencer."

The Phantom God thought about it for a moment, waved his hand, and also threw a Deep Dream disc to Yang Wuji.

"You read this first, and then tell me what you think."