I'm not a theatre god

"Do you think Junior Brother can succeed?"

In the audience, Mo Jiao couldn't help but ask as he looked at the figure in red on the stage with his back to them.

"I don't know." Luan Mei shook her head, "I have only heard of this secret technique from my master, but no one has actually practiced it."

"Master said that this secret technique can be practiced, so he can definitely practice it. And my junior brother is very talented. If even he can't practice it, then probably no one in the world can." Ning Ruyu said slowly.

"Too……"

When the master touched the center of Chen Ling's eyebrows with his pen, the latter seemed to have fallen asleep and sat motionless on the stage.

Seeing this, the master did not stay on the stage. Instead, he went straight to the audience seats and sat down slowly. The five people sat together neatly, all staring at the red dress on the stage.

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

…

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

At this time, he seemed to be floating in mid-air, and everything around him was empty, with nothing but endless white.

Chen Ling opened his eyes and stayed in this empty white world for a long time before his eyes regained a trace of brightness... His memories came to his mind like a tide, and he felt like he was waking up from a big dream.

Chen Ling has not yet fully recovered from that strange state. He seemed to have forgotten everything just now and entered a state similar to "daze", and he was not even aware of the passage of time.

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

According to what the master said, he has actually fallen into dormancy now, and only this trace of spiritual intelligence is awake, which means that he is not complete in this white space now.

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 a blank mask..."

Chen Ling thought of her master's words and recalled the mysterious lyrics she had just learned. Fortunately, there were no flaws and she still remembered them clearly.

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

"The heaven and the earth are vain, I have no self, Fan Ling is leaning on me, and I have the holy image..."

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

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

Buzz—!

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

The dark murderous aura spread in the air, and in the distant sky, a huge black sword towering into the sky stood majestically. At this moment, he was standing among the corpses on the ground, and the earth was stained with blood...

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was slightly stunned.

This is...the ancient treasure of military art?

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

On the hillside opposite, "Chen Ling" was looking down at Lu Xuanming, Jian Changsheng, and Pu Wen who were all injured below, with sharp and playful eyes.

The next moment, he was fighting with three people. The dark pistol was pressed between Pu Wen's eyebrows, and one person was instantly killed with a bang. Blood mixed with brains splashed on the ground. Then he turned around again, holding the dagger to kill the enemy with one blow. Second, fight with Lu Xuanming and Jian Changsheng!

His figure was like a ghost, and his killing intent was piercing to the bones. With his killing dance and terrifying fighting instinct, he killed two people one after another and became the final winner of Hyoudo Kozo.

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

--【born】.

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

"This is...painting Zhuyan?" Chen Ling murmured to herself, "So, my profession is [study]?"

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

Heavy snowflakes were swaying in the air, and in a fairly ornately decorated house, a figure in a red opera robe was slowly walking out of the house...

It was a "danjiao" with red makeup like an apricot and a hook-like eyebrow, like Chen Yan. He walked out slowly from the house full of corpses, like the only vermilion in the pale world.

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

"The little nun was twenty-eight years old, in her prime, but her hair was shaved off by her master..."

"Chen Ling...Chen Ling! I know I was wrong!! Please let me go...I will give you all my money! I will never..."

puff--!

The broad sleeves of the robe were like butterfly wings, the cold light of the dagger cut across the arc, and the next moment two heads were thrown high in the snow...

--【dawn】.

As the scene in front of him gradually dissipated, a second face began to outline on Chen Ling's face, gradually overlapping with [生] and intertwined into another complex and mysterious figure.

""Hongchen, someone comes to welcome me." "

Behind Chen Ling, another deep voice sounded,

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

The Golden Society's special envoy, dragging a golden mountain that looked like the sun, looked down at the city below like an emperor in the dark night... Countless figures hurriedly ran out of it, scrambling to bow down at his feet...

——【净】.

"Chen Ling, what are you going to do after graduation?"

Two figures appeared on Chen Ling's left side. It was the roof of the teaching building of the Shangjing Drama Academy, an inconspicuous corner in his memory... At this moment, two young people who were confused about the future were standing together, looking into the distance.

"I sent my resume to the Shangjing Grand Theater, applying for their internship director. I should be able to get a result in the next two days."

"Shangjing Grand Theater? That's not bad... But I heard that it's hard to get in there. It seems that only one out of ten internship directors will stay."

"It would be great if I could get in. Let's talk about the others later."

"Do you know Chen Nan from the next class? His father is the chairman of Longhua Entertainment. I heard that he has recently attracted investment and started filming his own movies! The award-winning director Zhang Mou is his producer. It is said that he came specially to take him... Not surprisingly If so, he will soon become a famous director. "

"Tsk... How can there be such a big gap between people..."

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

"So what? Life must go on... Work hard, maybe hard work can change everything." The young man raised his head, looked at the setting sun in the distance, and muttered to himself, "I will work hard... Sooner or later, I will become a great director with my own strength."

"If you become rich, don't forget me!"

——【End】