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, and lead others to the spiritual shijie of their own creation, which requires a little bit of physical knowledge, and a little imagination, you can do it, it is not difficult." ”

A noble child who followed closely behind Feng Qinglang couldn't help but ask, "Your Excellency the illusionist, but my grandfather said that what illusionists need most is talent?"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but turn around and smile: "Hard work and opportunity are far more important than talent" When he said this, bitterness welled up in his heart, when you spend thousands of years on the same day, you can understand that talent is indeed not the most important part of illusion, and he has changed from a person who doesn't know anything about illusion to an illusionist

On the sparkling lake, the blue sky is reflected, and there are white clouds, Feng Qinglang squatted down by the lake, held a little lake water in both hands, bent down and bowed his head, like tasting wine, savoring the water in his hands, and praised: "It's very sweet, you guys should try it too"

Everyone couldn't help but imitate it, only to feel that the lake water was pure and sweet, and it was simply the most natural water source they had ever tasted in their lives, and they couldn't help but praise it.

Feng Qinglang made everyone lively for a while, and then smiled: "Everyone, in fact, you don't drink water, but I gave you a psychological hint in advance, this lake is very sweet, with this pure natural scenery, you are also easy to fall into the small trap I designed, and I also think that this is good water."

If Feng Qinglang was leading a group of illusion apprentices, I am afraid that the lake in front of him would turn into the blood of the abyss, and the smell was overwhelming, and all kinds of strange insects were drilling in and out of the blood water, squirming non-stop, to deepen the purpose of education, but he knew that this group in front of him was nobles, and then he heard the cries of children and the screams of women, well, and then he could prepare for a refund.

Therefore, he just said in an unusual manner: "In illusion shijie, there is no such thing as seeing is believing, only the deception of the mind When you fall into an illusion, and obviously perceive the malice of the other party's illusionist, the most haode method is suicide, except for a very small number of legendary illusions such as a thousand years in a blink of an eye, the vast majority of illusions, the will of the parties can be reflected in the illusion, there is no more effective way to get out than suicide."

A noble lady couldn't help but raise her hand and asked, "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, this is not difficult, is it?"

Feng Qinglang nodded and said, "It's really not difficult, because whether it's 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 in front of everyone's eyes flashed again, and they found themselves back in the original opera house, everything was the same as before, just when they thought that the illusion experience was over, Feng Qinglang's voice sounded in their ears: "If so, do you still dare to commit suicide?"

It's an understatement, but everyone is sweating and their hair stands on end, and there are no scary scenes and things, but they still feel the strangeness and danger of illusion for the first time in the open class.

The old gentleman who had been patted on the shoulder by Feng Qinglang before couldn't help but ask: "But, I always feel that I have returned to reality?"

Answering 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 was like not worrying about the rest of the illusionists who were listening to the lecture stealing the teacher, and directly constructed Shijie in front of them, and deliberately slowed down the rhythm countless times to let them experience.

As a result, people saw the opera house slowly disappearing, building buildings rising around it, and the flannel under their feet also melted away, turning into a rough and gravel paved avenue.

This is a strange street, it should be in a strange city, Feng Qinglang has a small flag in his hand, the logo is the family emblem of the Bi family, which is a good sale, and then he also changed into the costume of a tour guide, and waved the flag, and smiled at everyone: "Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to the illusion town, please follow me, don't get lost"

Everyone found that their clothes had also been changed into civilian clothes, and they were not conspicuous when they walked on this street, just like the most ordinary tour group.

As a result, people couldn't help but burst into a new round of applause.

But this immediately attracted the criticism of some shop owners on the street: "Which regiment are you from, you are really ignorant, blocking in front of my shop, what kind of applause are you clapping?"

"Which village is this hillbilly, I can almost smell cow dung on them......"

In the midst of these condemnations, some shopkeepers ran to Feng Qinglang's side and whispered: "Boy, bring someone into my shop and give you a commission" This volume is just enough for everyone to hear.

Feng Qinglang turned around and smiled heartily: "Everyone, how about it? If so? Do you still have the confidence to judge whether you are illusion or reality? Just like when we were children, we always liked to ask ourselves, who am I? But when we grow up, we don't think about this question anymore. Do you really understand that question, or do you completely enter this shijie and no longer feel detached?"

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

Feng Qinglang was already determined to spend the rest of the public class in this town.

Dongfang Pei beside him couldn't help but smile and said: "Can't you see that your kid still has the talent to be a mentor?

Feng Qinglang smiled and looked at the temporary students who were shopping in a few shops on the side of the road, they were having a lot of fun, and with endless money, they could always buy all kinds of strange things that could not be seen outside, such as flying dragons, barbecue dragon wings, and sugar gourds made of unicorn eyes...... It's a bit of a pity that these things can't be brought out.

A gust of wind blew away, 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, and his whole person immediately froze, and even couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In his illusionary plan, it should be the central square, and the center should be an unusually gorgeous fountain, but now, there is a huge and incomparable sculpture, climbing high above 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, but in the legend, in countless albums, in a large number of city sculptures, he had seen this face

That's Dee. Aaron, the founder of the Di dynasty, a man who has long been written into legends, a legend within a legend