Although he just led the way and did nothing, he still worked hard for himself, so Yunjing decided to reward himself.

I leisurely came to a good restaurant in the city, ordered a few signature dishes, and served a bottle of wine. I ate slowly, and I heard that the scholar talked about interesting things from all over the world, which was relaxing and comfortable.

"I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to be so leisurely in the next period of time."

Thinking that the decisive battle was about to begin and that he would join the army under the arrangement of his master, Yun Jing felt a little heavy. People will die in war. If thousands of troops rush to fight, how many people will be buried in foreign lands forever...

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about these worries. The war was not something that a small person like him could control.

After all, we are still just a duckweed in this world, and perhaps "Xiaoyao" cannot be truly Xiaoyao.

No matter what, just like the guests in this restaurant, at least they are happy at this moment.

Drink wine, eat food, and listen to books.

I have to say that the storyteller in this restaurant is very good at speaking, and countless people have been moved emotionally by his words.

People make their living with their mouths, so what can they do without two brushes? Unlike those stage actors in Yunjing's previous life, who copied some jokes mechanically and looked embarrassed.

"If that guy Wang Bolin were here, the weather would probably drag me to Goubalin to listen to music... I have grown up before I know it, and we live in different parts of the world, each with their own lives."

He is very bored when he is alone, and he will think about random things when he is bored. Yunjing decided to find something to do for himself.

It happened that things in the illusion were finished, and he had enough time to observe the entire illusion to see if he could create such an illusion artificially.

After making the decision, he took action, stood up to pay, and left the restaurant. In a place with few people, he used his mind to control the snowflakes flying around to obscure other people's sight, while he rose into the sky and flew towards the illusion.

In a certain private house, Deng Changchun was slightly confused. He looked at the direction in which Yun Jingfei was flying and thought to himself: Didn't I hint clearly enough last night? I told you to come and sit more often when you have nothing to do. Why did you go there when you were free?

Why don't we run somewhere else? Is it because the old man is unattractive? Why don't we get some pretty girls over?

"Bah, I'm not a pimp. The attractiveness of his knowledge is better than countless beauties. That kid doesn't know how to cherish the opportunity given to him."

Deng Changchun withdrew his gaze and did not worry about these small things. Instead, he was thinking about how to implement the military formation method in the Book of Killing God. The best choice was Yang Kaishan, but he still had to communicate with the emperor about this matter.

In the future, when one or more armies have mastered the art of military formation, old men like them will be able to truly settle down and take care of themselves...

Soon after, Yunjing returned to the fantasy world again. Nothing special happened here. Only the members of the ant tower who had completed their tasks came back here to try their best to explore the mysteries of the fantasy world.

Ignoring them, Yunjing flew directly into the fantasy realm.

This time, he is no longer wandering aimlessly, but wants to imprint the entire topography of the illusion into his mind. Because of the illusion itself, the range of his telekinesis in it has been compressed to one-tenth, so this

The workload is still quite large, but the problem is not big. It can fly and is not restricted by terrain, so it is very convenient.

He first flew around the outside of the illusion, then circled down towards the inside, imprinting the entire illusion into his mind bit by bit.

As night fell, it took Yunjing most of the day to collect the preliminary information. There was no way, the scope of the illusion was too large, and the range of telekinesis was limited, so it naturally took a lot of time.

Arriving at a remote and uninhabited place, Yun Jing closed his eyes slightly and recalled the terrain information he had collected previously.

In his mind, relying on his photographic memory, he reconstructed the previously collected terrain information modeling.

"The area of ​​the illusion is much larger than the natural spiritual energy gathering place in the Insect Beast Mountain, and the environment is more complex. I don't know if this can be used to summarize the method of artificially creating illusions."

Thinking to himself, to be honest, Yunjing is not sure. After all, illusion and spiritual energy gathering are different in the end.

No matter whether it works or not for now, he has to try it to find out.

Opening his eyes, he controlled the white snow in front of him with his mind, and used the white snow to reduce the scale to restore the landforms in the fantasy realm. This was a very complex and delicate project, and no mistakes were allowed.

It took Yunjing half an hour to use Bai Xue to roughly restore the real landforms of the fantasy land. The result was obvious that the landforms of the fantasy land he simulated using Bai Xue did not create an illusion.

"Illusion can distort the six senses of living beings. Is this situation just caused by environmental factors?"

Looking at the white snow 'sand table' that was four square meters in front of him, Yun Jing couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Since he didn't create an illusion effect, he just finished a sandbox after working for a long time...

Keeping this 'illusion sand table' floating in the air, Yun Jing thought, looked to the other side, and used his mind to control Bai Xue. He created the special environment of the spirit gathering array with familiarity, and then 'raised' a ball of fire that melted into snow.

Water injected vitality into the spirit gathering array, and then the spirit gathering array began to work, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered automatically.

After looking at the Spirit Gathering Formation at work, Yunjing then looked at the motionless fantasy sand table. Comparing the two, he summarized the rules. Yunjing hoped to get inspiration from the two.

However, the problem is that the cloud scenery in the fantasy sandbox also restores the water flow environment, but it cannot be 'hallucinogenic' at all.

"Is it difficult to say that the appearance of the illusion has little to do with the real environment? It can even be said that it has nothing to do with it at all!"

Comparing the two, Yun Jing couldn't help but frown.

There must be some key point in it that he didn't notice.

"Is the problem related to the material?"

Thinking of this, he gently put down the fantasy sandbox made of white snow, and immediately controlled the soil to create a new one. He had previously experienced using snow to restore the fantasy environment, and using soil to restore it again, his speed was undoubtedly much faster.

But the end result was that it had no effect.

What exactly is wrong?

Unable to figure it out for the time being, Yun Jing stopped worrying about it. It was already dark. He destroyed everything he had done before and then set off back to Xieyang City.

Take your time, experiment bit by bit, and summarize bit by bit. Maybe one day you can really create an illusion artificially. If it doesn't work for one day, it will take a month, if it doesn't work for one month, it will take a year... Regardless of whether it succeeds or not,

If you have a long-term goal, you won't be bored counting eggs.

Returning to the rented private house in Xieyang City, after a few days of absence, the place became deserted again. Yunjing started cooking again, and the place finally regained some popularity.

After eating and drinking, he practiced calligraphy, read and studied as usual every day...

Early the next morning, Yunjing decided to continue studying artificial illusions that day and in the following days. However, in order to prevent him from missing the transfer order arranged by his master, he first paid attention to the direction of Li Qiu.

Because Yang Kaishan and the others were just taken out of the illusion yesterday, Li Qiu, as the leader, has a lot of things to do in the follow-up and has no time to arrange the follow-up for Yun Jing.

Seeing this, Yunjing decided to do his own thing.

However, before continuing to go to the fantasy land to observe and summarize at close range, he first did some shopping in Xieyang City, bought a lot of local specialties, and then went to the inn to mail them home.

Although it is not a valuable and precious item, it is still Yunjing's sincere thought. There is no reason why he should give it to his father-in-law but not care about his own family.

"It will take at least thousands of miles to send it back from Xieyang City. I don't know when it will arrive. However, the post station dedicated to sending things is not a slow cargo ship like Xing Guangning and others. I think it will be much faster..."

After taking some time off to send souvenirs to my family, after finishing Yunjing, I continued to go to the fantasy place to observe and summarize.

There was still no progress at the end of the day, so he was not discouraged and just passed the time.

Yunjing spent the next three days thinking about artificially creating an illusion. He tried various methods without success. He restored the real landforms in the illusion to an equal proportion. He ran in from time to time to observe carefully, and even took some

The soil and rocks in the fantasy realm were all useless, and there was not even the slightest hint that he wanted to create an artificial fantasy realm.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder why it was so difficult to create an illusion, unlike when he first thought about the Spirit Gathering Array and it didn't take long to complete.

This really stumped him, but he didn't want to do it all at once. He just took it slowly. The final result didn't matter. If it succeeded, it would be good. If it didn't, he would have nothing to lose.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the sixth day after Yang Kaishan and the others came out of the illusion, in the afternoon, Yun Jing went to ponder the illusion for another day. After returning to Xieyang City, he immediately felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the city.

The entire Xieyang City is under martial law, and there are a large number of patrol soldiers searching every house. Under such circumstances, the atmosphere in the entire Xieyang City is a bit solemn.

When this happened, Yunjing had a little understanding of the whole story, and he thought it was very simple to figure out the reason.

However, after understanding the reason, a strange smile flashed across his face.

Something happened.

That day he and Li Qiuxiatao went to pick up Yang Kaishan and the others. Nothing happened along the way, but something happened after so many days. The box they "brought out" that day was stolen!

Now the whole Xieyang City is under martial law and the search is looking for that box.

"The Death Book contained in the box has been taken away a long time ago. Now that box is actually an 'empty' box. Logically speaking, it doesn't matter if it is lost. But now that it is being done with such a big fanfare, I am afraid it is just to express the importance of that box.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you can find it or not.

So, who stole the box? A gangster? Or a member of the Jiang Dynasty? If it was an ordinary gangster, why did he steal that thing? Just because the empty box was heavily guarded, thinking it was a good thing, and wanted to steal it to show off his ability.

?And if they are people from the Dajiang Dynasty, is it because they have never given up looking for the things left by the real people in the Dajiang Myth Realm? Or is it because General Yang and the others came out that day and the situation was learned by the people in Dajiang, so they came specifically to investigate.

Then stole the empty box...

No matter what the situation is, you still have to pretend as you should. There is martial law and a large-scale manhunt. It is basically for people to see. Tsk, I don’t know who has the box in its hands. If you open it, there will be a surprise.

"

Noting that the missing box was the reason for the current commotion in Xianyang City, Yunjing didn't pay much attention to it.

He had been carrying the box with him at that time, and gave the Book of Death to Deng Changchun. Then Yunjing packed something into the empty box. If someone opened it, they would definitely be 'surprised'.

"I just don't know if there are people who are that stupid. I really want to see with my own eyes the wonderful expression on someone's face after the box is opened and what is inside."

Shaking his head, Yunjing no longer had so many worries. The box had been stolen for a long time, and he didn't know where it had ended up.

When it's time to eat, when it's time to drink, Yunjing just pretends like nothing happened.

Xieyang City has been under martial law for two days. During these two days, there was a lot of noise and panic. In the end, it was over. All the pretense has been done, there is no need to continue.

During the two days of martial law in Xianyang City, Yunjing, in addition to his usual study and life, was still thinking about artificially creating illusions. The result was definitely not there, and there was still a long way to go.

That day when he came back from outside the city, he looked at a certain place and couldn't help but scratch his head and said: "Damn it, why do I feel like there is a pair of resentful eyes watching me secretly these days, like that kind of abandoned little daughter-in-law? The problem is

I don’t know where the source of the gaze is, it seems like an illusion but not like an illusion.”

He muttered, because he didn't feel any danger, Yunjing didn't pay much attention to it, and life went on.
To be continued...