Master, don't stop me from being an idol

Ji Hongshen had never seen such a terrifying look in his eyes, as if he would die here in the next second.

His hand trembled, and he didn't even hold the long sword.

"Crack!"

Ming Dao's roar came again: "Ji Hongshen, what the hell are you doing! This NC is done twice??? Someone put tape on his hand and the hilt of his sword!"

Ji Hongshen's face turned pale at first, and then turned red with anger. He couldn't say that it was because Wen Baiyu's expression frightened him that he dropped the sword, so he would become a laughing stock.

"Sorry director, I made a mistake."

Wen Baiyu stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and felt emotional when he saw Ji Hongshen's mistake: "Actors are not easy to do in this industry."

The third shooting finally went well. As the protagonist, Ji Hongshen wanted to continue to kill the enemy, but at this moment he saw Wen Baiyu who was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Wen Baiyu didn't notice it, and remained motionless as if he were a real dead person. Just when Ji Hongshen's foot was about to step on his wrist, the devil-slaying rope on his wrist gave off a golden light that no one noticed.

"Ah!" Ji Hongshen felt as if his foot had been severely crushed, and the severe pain made him scream, and fell to the ground and rolled.

When the filming was suspended, the staff rushed forward to check the situation, and were surprised to find that Ji Hongshen's ankle was severely swollen.

Ji Hong pointed deeply at Wen Baiyu, cold sweat dripped down from his forehead, "He did it."

No matter how good-tempered Wen Boyu was, it was impossible for Ji Hongshen to embarrass him time and time again. He looked at the other's ankle, and it was indeed a strange injury. He said, "I didn't do anything."

Zhou Momo believed in Wen Baiyu's character, and he said from the side: "Don't wrong people, watch the replay and you'll know what's going on."

Director Ming said in a deep voice, "Just look at it and you'll know."

In the end, everyone saw that Ji Hongshen deliberately stepped on Wen Baiyu's wrist, and then an accident happened like burning his feet, and he fell to the ground.

Zhou Momo didn't say anything when he saw this, but just looked at Ji Hongshen coldly.

The person who still felt sorry for Ji Hongshen also looked at him with strange eyes.

Ji Hong said with great pain, "Ming Dao, listen to my explanation..."

"I have eyes. Since you have sprained your foot, go to the hospital immediately." Ming Dao's attitude was indifferent.

Seeing this, Ji Hongshen knew that he could only suffer from being dumb now. He was more worried about the injury on his foot. If it would not heal in a while, it would be troublesome. Seeing that the assistant was still in a daze, he patted the other party's head hard and shouted : "Why are you still standing there, take me to the hospital!"

After Ji Hongshen left, Zhou Momo whispered next to Wen Baiyu: "It's your own fault, by the way, Brother Wen, are you okay? I think he stepped on that very hard."

Wen Boyu shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

"How is it possible, don't be brave." Zhou Momo grabbed Wen Baiyu's arm involuntarily, pulled up his sleeves, and said in surprise, "Are you all right?"

Wen Baiyu's white wrist didn't even have red marks, he withdrew his hand and smiled lightly: "He didn't step on me."

Zhou Momo laughed out loud: "Then his eyes are really bad."

Wen Boyu looked at his wrist, recalling the scene he saw just now, how could Ji Hongshen not be able to step on it at such a short distance?

……

Mingyue Peak, Zhuang Yuezhong's dormitory, the interior layout is extremely simple, two cushions and a wooden table, the incense burner placed on the table wafts a wisp of cold incense, and Zhuang Yuezhong's sword Yueleng hangs on the wall .

When Chu Zong stepped in, he looked around, fanned the fan with landscape paintings in his hand twice, and said, "I haven't been here for 100 years, and this place is still the same."

Zhuang Yue sat upright on the cushion, with a cold air overflowing from between her brows, her thin lips were always pursed, and her black eyes were as cold as water, making it difficult to look directly at.

"sit."

Chu Zong and him have been good friends for many years. He sat cross-legged across the street carelessly, put away the fan and held it in his hand: "The great disciple of the Mingyue School, the direct disciple of the head of Zhuang, was driven to another world by the abolition of the fairy root. How did you get this?" hand?"

Zhuang Yuezhong said coldly: "If you make a mistake, you should be punished."

Chu Zong rolled his eyes at him: "Abolishing the immortal root is too cruel. If Wen Baiyu wasn't your apprentice, I would even think that you had another layer of ulterior secrets to treat him like this on purpose."

Zhuang Yue's hand that was hidden in the wide sleeve suddenly tightened, but there was still no fluctuation on his face: "The fairy root... can be discarded or molded."

Chu Zong opened his eyes wide and asked in surprise, "What do you mean...Wen Baiyu can come back?"

Zhuang Yue frowned heavily, as if she didn't understand why Chu Zong had such a question, he said: "He is a member of my Mingyue Sect, he will come back naturally after the punishment."

Wen Baiyu's celestial roots were abolished and he became a cripple, and he suffered in another world. Even if he came back, he probably hated Zhuang Yuezhong like him so much.Chu Zong did not say this, but asked: "You asked me to come here today, not only to say these things, right?"

Zhuang Yuezhong was silent for a while, then asked for a while, "What good things did your apprentice bring you in another world?"

Chu Zong: "..."

Chu Zong opened his fan to cover his face, but Zhuang Yue's sharp sword-like gaze was clearly felt, and he coughed a few times guilty: "So you already knew."

Zhuang Yuezhong is recognized by all sects as a strong man, and he is in charge of the Demon Execution Platform. Anyone who colludes with the Demon Cultivator will be punished.

Chu Zong once had an apprentice who fell in love with a demon cultivator, but he couldn't bear the condemnation of his conscience, so he went to the demon-killing stage by himself and entered another world.

But the other party not only did not die, but also saw such a strange existence in another world.

After returning, he told Chu Zong everything conveniently.

Chu Zong tapped the table with his fan, and his expression was clear: "Where in the other world is there a narrow escape and a place where there is no return, are you deliberately spreading these rumors in order to prevent people with evil intentions from causing trouble?"

Zhuang Yuezhong just looked up at him coldly.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Even though Chu Zong and Zhuang Yuezhong have known each other for many years, he couldn't hold on to that terrifying look for long, not to mention that it was his fault, "You really should go to another world to see, where People here are just like ordinary people, but there are many interesting things."

"I won't go." Zhuang Yue paused and warned coldly, "You are not allowed to go either."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in going there because of the scarcity of aura." Chu Zong said, "And my disciple who has failed is very safe in another world, so you can rest assured."

Zhuang Yue lowered her eyes and said lightly: "In that case, let your apprentice take care of Wen Baiyu, and don't let him make mistakes again."

"Huh?" Chu Zong was keenly aware of the weirdness, and said with his arms around him, "I dare you to make such a big circle, just to let my apprentice take care of your apprentice?"

"It's not caring, it's guarding." Even though Zhuang Yuezhong had a face like a banished fairy, the indelible ice between his brows was always shunned by people and dare not be profaned.

"It's a trivial matter." Chu Zong leaned his elbows on the table and smiled while holding his chin, "But I don't even have a cup of hot tea. Isn't this a begging attitude?"

"There is no hot tea, only Yueleng." As soon as Zhuang Yuezhong finished speaking, the Yueleng sword that was originally hanging on the wall turned into a white light and struck straight at Chu Zong.

"I'll go!" Chu Zong's voice was flustered, but he fell into the distance in an instant, and his misty voice contained a smile, "I'll help you, but you have to give me a time limit, right?"

Zhuang Yue looked at the cyan hairband hanging in her palm, thinking of Wen Baiyu's appearance in another world when she lost to an opponent, the hairband was broken and her black hair was scattered.

"Three years." His voice was as cold as water, and it was difficult to capture his true emotions.

Three years later, he came back.