Master, don't stop me from being an idol

Ming Dao was very satisfied with Wen Boyu's performance, who doesn't like an actor who has done it all over again, and still performed so perfectly.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Momo seized the opportunity to recommend to Wen Baiyu: "Director Ming, Brother Wen has just entered this circle, can you give him a small role to feel the atmosphere."

Director Ming nodded, thinking about arranging a role for Wen Baiyu.

How could Ji Hongshen let Wen Boyu continue to show off so much? He said in a deep voice, "Now that the filming is halfway through, there is no role for him."

Zhou Momo said: "I don't ask for a role with a role in the show, and an unimportant background board is also fine."

"How many roles has he stole the limelight by appearing on the scene like this? The audience will only look at the face and not the plot!" Ji Hongshen had a tough attitude and refused to give up an inch.

Zhou Momo became angry when he heard it: "You still control who the audience likes to watch?"

Ji Hongshen slammed the table violently, looking as if he was about to curse.

"Okay." Ming Dao said lightly and both of them looked at him, "Hong Shen is right, Wen Baiyu's appearance is too obvious for a trick, you don't want him to look ugly, do you?"

Ming Dao appreciates Wen Boyu again, but at this time he also has to take into account Ji Hongshen's feelings.

Zhou Momo also wanted Wen Baiyu to follow the idol route, so it was impossible for him to agree to play ugly: "Director Ming, I hope you can seriously consider it."

Director Ming understood Zhou Momo's implication, if he rejected him for Ji Hongshen, then it would be difficult to find Wen Baiyu to cooperate in filming in the future.

He admired Wen Boyu, so he said: "There will be a fight scene next, arrange for him to be a side role in it."

Ji Hong said dissatisfiedly: "Ming Dao..."

Ming Dao glanced at him dissatisfied, but the latter fell silent upon seeing this.

Zhou Momo smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Ming!"

Wen Boyu came out after Wia was dismissed, Zhou Momo stepped forward to tell him the good news, he knew that the other party had worked hard to win this opportunity for him, and said sternly: "I will work hard."

Zhou Momo just liked Wen Baiyu's attitude of not being proud but working hard.

Wen Baiyu changed into another set of ordinary clothes. Someone painted his face and neck. He didn't look in the mirror, but he looked at other people who wore the same clothes as him. Their faces were black and red, like The wounded in the war.

Sure enough, the staff told them that the next step is to play a group fight, and explain in detail the standing posture including not crossing the boundary.

Wen Boyu listened carefully, this was a brand new experience for him.

"Where are the people brought by Brother Zhou?" The staff looked at the crowd with dark faces, and didn't recognize anyone for a while.

"Here." Wen Boyu raised his hand obediently, his eyes were black and shiny against his face covered by mud.

The staff member walked over and said: "Ming Dao specially ordered that you will fight Brother Ji later, so stand here. When he swings the sword for the third time, you have to fall to the ground in an invincible posture."

Wen Baiyu carefully wrote down the other party's words. He knew that the actor's words and deeds were acting, so he asked, "Then how do I fight back?"

staff member:"???"

"You are dead, the dead kind."

Wen Baiyu suddenly realized: "So I'm so weak."

The staff members remembered the martial arts action that Wen Boyu had just filmed as a stand-in, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Ji Hongshen was standing not far away, and everyone was blowing on him with a fan, and some were touching up his makeup. He looked at Wen Baiyu contemptuously, thinking that with such a stupid appearance, he would just hit a little bit, but not get angry. of.

After all the staff got ready, Ji Hongshen walked up to Wen Boyu and said, "This is my home stadium, you won't have a camera."

Although Wen Boyu seemed indifferent on the surface, he didn't know what scene Ji Hongshen was talking about, so he just said "oh".

In Ji Hongshen's eyes, his light-hearted appearance was pretentious, extremely pretentious.

As soon as the director shouted, Ji Hongshen held his breath and swung his sword at Wen Baiyu with sharp eyes.

In Wen Baiyu's eyes, Ji Hongshen's movements seemed to be slowed down countless times. He silently recited the first sword in his heart, and then raised his sword to block it unhurriedly.

"Chong-"

Ji Hongshen used all his strength to strike this sword, but was knocked back two steps in the end.

"Crack!"

Director Ming yelled through the loudspeaker: "Ji Hongshen, are you not full? There are plenty of lunch boxes for the crew!"

Ming Dao is not a friendly person, once the filming actor makes a mistake, he will sneer mercilessly, let alone such a low-level mistake as Ji Hongshen.

"Obviously he did it on purpose!" Ji Hongshen turned his head and vented his anger at Wen Baiyu, "What are you doing so well!"

Wen Boyu replied honestly: "I will die in the third strike."

There was no difference between his indifferent posture and provocation, and Ji Hongshen was a little mad: "You block so smoothly, how do you highlight my strength?"

Wen Baiyu frowned, and said very puzzled, "I've let you kill me with three swords."

If it was true, Ji Hongshen would not even be able to catch his sword.

Everyone else felt that Ji Hongshen was a bit unreasonable at this time. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wen Baiyu was just blocking the sword in an ordinary way. He didn't have the strength to stand still and blamed others for standing too firmly, which was unreasonable.

"Brother Ji forget it, filming is important." Ji Hongshen's assistant noticed the unfriendly eyes of most people on the set.

Ji Hongshen also noticed the attitudes of the people around him, took a deep breath and said, "Fix my makeup."

In the re-shooting, Ji Hongshen didn't distract Wen Baiyu any more, but drew his sword and attacked.

Wen Baiyu felt the obvious change in the other party, and thought that this was the acting skills Zhou Momo was talking about.

Completely changed a person.

……

Immortal world.

Song Shanzhu came to the Ming Treasure Hall, where there are usually some seldom-used magic weapons. He deliberately squatted in the gap between the guards in front of the hall, checked the surroundings for no one, and then secretly opened the door and entered.

The magic weapon he was looking for was the handed down mirror, which allowed the caster to see whoever he wanted to see.

Song Shanzhu opened the box and rummaged through it, muttering to himself: "It's strange, I remember it was put here, why is it missing..."

He stood up, turned around and saw that the handed down mirror was placed on the conspicuous table.

"Did anyone take it out and use it? They didn't put it back properly." Song Shanzhu complained, and then took out a blue hair tie, which he found when tidying up his senior brother's room. Handed down mirror not only needs formulas, You also need to take out the personal things of the person you want to see in order to succeed.

The senior brother treated him very well, and he was worried every day since the other party went to the legendary other world where he was close to death.

Song Shanzhu put the blue hairband in front of the mirror, and then silently recited the mantra, but the mirror remained silent.

He read it two more times.

Is the mirror broken?Song Shanzhu was thinking about saying it again when he suddenly heard a cold voice behind him.

"You mispronounced a word."

Song Shanzhu suddenly stood up like a cat with fur, the hair on his whole body stood on end, the sound went straight to the soul, arousing deep fear in him.

He turned around timidly, and when he saw the person standing behind him, his feet softened and he sat on the ground.

"Master, Master..."

Zhuang Yuezhong's spotless white clothes dragged the floor, and the robe was embroidered with complex runes with gold thread. Her black eyes were ancient and unwavering, her picturesque eyebrows were clear and cold, and she looked at Song Shanzhu expressionlessly.

Song Shanzhu was scared to tears by his cold eyes, everyone knew that Zhuang Yuezhong was cruel and jealous, even if his apprentice made mistakes, he would never show mercy, Wen Baiyu was an example.

"Master, I was wrong! I was just worried about senior brother, so I wanted to use the handed down mirror to see his recent situation... Please punish me, master!" Song Shanzhu knelt on the ground, looking down at the cold ground.

After he finished speaking, he felt that the temperature around him had dropped a bit, and he shivered.

It's over, he obviously heard from other senior brothers that the master would never come to Mingbao Hall, why did he bump into it as soon as he came.

Zhuang Yuezhong's few words were like an ice pick that made people's heart go cold: "What did I just say?"

"Ah? Ah!" Song Shanzhu almost didn't realize it, "Did I pronounce the formula wrong?"

Zhuang Yue's thin lips moved, and a formula came out of his mouth.

"Remember?"

"Master, I will remember." Song Shanzhu suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly looked back, only to see that the mirror surface of the handed down mirror was like a calm lake surface broken by stones, with layers of waves.

For a moment, he forgot the terrifying fact that Zhuang Yuezhong was still behind him, and stared intently at the mirror.

Zhuang Yuezhong didn't make a sound, her dark eyes moved slightly when she saw the person shown in the mirror, but soon when she saw the scene shown in the mirror, her whole face gradually became gloomy.

……

While resisting Ji Hongshen's attack with a very difficult posture with his sword, Wen Boyu counted silently in his heart.

first sword.

"Senior brother..." Song Shanzhu stood up in surprise, he didn't expect that his martial arts would become so bad after his immortal root was abolished, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back against the hateful alien.

Second sword.

Wen Baiyu took a step back, his figure was precarious, his long hair was scattered, and his pale face could not be concealed by the mud.

The third sword - here we come!

Wen Baiyu's eyes changed, and his aura faded, as if he had transformed into a sharp sword out of its sheath.

And then - fell to the ground and played dead.

"Brother!!!" Song Shanzhu had never seen Wen Baiyu in such a predicament, not even when his immortal root was abolished, he grabbed both sides of the handed down mirror, wishing he could get in.

He turned around, knelt down in front of Zhuang Yuezhong again and said, "Master, let me go to another world! Brother, he is dying soon!"

Song Shanzhu waited for a long while, only waiting for Zhuang Yuezhong's cold words.

"inability."

Song Shanzhu trembled, but when he looked up, he couldn't see Zhuang Yuezhong.

What he didn't notice was that the handed down mirror and the blue hairband were also missing.