Chapter 468 Painting

"Do you think that Junior Brother can succeed?"

In the audience, the last corner looked at the red-dressed figure on the stage with his back to them and couldn't help asking.

"I don't know." Luan Mei shook her head, "This secret method has only been heard from Master, but no one has really practiced it."

"Master said that this secret method can be practiced, so it can be practiced. And Junior Brother is gifted. If even he can't practice it, then no one in the world can practice it." Ning Ruyu spoke slowly.

"That's right..."

When the master tapped Chen Ling's eyebrows with a pen, the latter seemed to fall asleep and sat motionless on the stage.

Seeing this, the master did not continue to stay on the stage, but went straight to the audience and sat down slowly. The five of them sat together neatly, staring at the red-dressed figure on the stage.

"Next, it's up to Lao Liu himself."

...

In a pure white world, Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, he was like floating in the air, everything around him was empty, except for the endless white, there was nothing.

Chen Ling opened his eyes and stayed in this empty white world for a long time, and then his eyes regained a trace of spirit... His memories surged into his heart like a tide, and the whole person seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Chen Ling has not yet completely recovered from that strange state. Just now, he seemed to have forgotten everything and entered a state similar to "daze", and he could not even notice the passage of time.

"Is this what the master said about 'no form and no self'?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.

According to the master, he is actually dormant now, and only this trace of spiritual wisdom is awake, which means that he is now in this white space, which is not complete.

Chen Ling looked around and tried to control his body to explore this white space, but no matter which direction he went, it was all white. There was no material existence here, but it was part of his spiritual world.

"Is this the blank mask..."

Chen Ling thought of the master's words, and recalled the mysterious lyrics he had just learned. Fortunately, there was no omission and he remembered it clearly.

He took a deep breath, opened his lips slightly, and the obscure and complex lyrics began to echo in the white world:

"The world is illusory, I have no self, the spirit of Fan is my support, and I am the holy image..."

As Chen Ling's lyrics echoed in the space, everything around him suddenly surged, as if the mist was stirred by an invisible hand, and chaotic light and shadow began to be outlined from it...

Chen Ling could feel that as the lyrics echoed, something was about to emerge from this empty world.

Buzz——!

A low humming sounded, and the nothingness around Chen Ling twisted out of thin air, and the environment suddenly changed!

The dark murderous aura spread in the air. Above the sky in the distance, a black giant sword towering into the sky stood tall. At this moment, he was standing among the corpses on the ground, and the blood was dyed on the earth...

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was slightly stunned.

Is this... the ancient collection of the military path?

"You three, come together." A familiar voice came from a distance, and Chen Ling turned his head to look.

On the opposite hillside, "Chen Ling" was looking down at the wounded Lu Xuanming, Jian Changsheng, and Pu Wen, his eyes full of fierceness and teasing.

The next moment, he fought with the three people, with a black pistol against Pu Wen's eyebrows, and a bang shot killed one person instantly, blood mixed with brains splashed on the ground, and then he turned around, holding a dagger and fighting one against two, fighting with Lu Xuanming and Jian Changsheng!

His figure was like a ghost, his murderous intent was chilling, he relied on the killing dance and terrifying fighting instinct, and killed the two people one after another, becoming the final winner of the Bingdao Ancient Collection.

Among the corpses all over the mountains, "Chen Ling" held the bloody dagger in his hand, slowly turned his head, and looked at Chen Ling on the other side.

--【born】.

In the eyes of the killing god "Chen Ling", the surrounding environment gradually dissipated, and blood-colored lines extended from the picture, and began to be outlined in the white world, as if something was slowly taking shape.

"This is... painting Zhu Yan?" Chen Ling murmured to himself, "So, my profession is [sheng]?"

Before he finished speaking, the picture in front of him suddenly changed!

The goose feather snow was swaying in the air. In a fairly gorgeously decorated house, a figure wearing a bright red opera robe was slowly walking out of the house...

It was a "female role" with red makeup like apricots and hooked eyebrows, like Chen Yan. He walked slowly out of the house full of corpses, like the only red in the pale world.

He stared straight at Qian Fan and the other two, his lips slightly opened, and then the melodious and penetrating singing voice echoed in the sky!

"The little nun is 28 years old, in her prime, and her hair was cut by her master..."

"Chen Ling... Chen Ling! I know I was wrong!! Let me go... I'll give you all my money! I'll never..."

Puff!

The wide sleeves fluttered like butterfly wings, the cold light of the dagger crossed the arc, and the next moment two heads were thrown high in the snow...

——[Dan].

As the picture in front of him gradually dissipated, the second face began to be outlined on Chen Ling's face, gradually overlapping with [Sheng], interweaving into another complex and mysterious pattern.

"Hongchen, someone come to meet me."

Behind Chen Ling, another low voice sounded,

He looked back and saw a figure wearing a golden mask and a black windbreaker, standing above the main city of Hongchen!

The special envoy of the Golden Society, dragging a golden mountain that looks like the sun, looks like an emperor in the night, overlooking the city below... Countless figures hurriedly ran out of it, vying to worship at his feet...

--【net】.

"Chen Ling, what do you plan to do after graduation?"

Two figures appeared on the left side of Chen Ling. They were on the roof of the teaching building of the Beijing Theater Academy, an inconspicuous corner in his memory... At this moment, two young people who were full of confusion about the future were standing together and looking out. distance.

"I submitted my resume to the Beijing Grand Theater to apply for their internship director position. The results should be available within the next two days."

"Go to the Beijing Grand Theater? That's not bad...but I heard it's difficult to get along there. It seems like only one out of ten trainee directors can be left."

"It would be great if we could get in. Let's talk about the rest."

"Do you know Chen Nan from the next class? His father is the chairman of Longhua Entertainment. I heard that he has recently secured investment and started filming on his own! The award-winning director Zhang Mou is his producer. It is said that he I came here specially to take him... If nothing else happens, he will soon become a famous director. "

"Tsk...why is there such a big gap between people..."

"Some people are born to enjoy the protagonists of this world. We are just NPCs at best."

"So what can I do? Life has to go by... just work hard, maybe you can change everything if you work hard." The young man raised his head, looked at the setting sun in the distance, and murmured to himself,

"I will work hard...Sooner or later, I will rely on my own ability to become a great director."

"As long as you are rich and noble, don't forget each other!"

--【end】